Warning: This is so AU. Bella the B. has never come to Forks. Screw the canon. This is slash.

Has nothing to do with my other fics. Just some little fluff fic 'cause I felt like it.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. Twilight and its characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

So is it B?

I looked up from the pile of papers in front of me, looked at him sitting across the table, looked into his golden eyes. I tried to read an answer in them, tried to read anything in the still features of his perfect face. Yet, they wouldn't give anything away.

Or C?

A tiny smile was forming on his lips.

So it is B – is it?

His face was that of a marble statue, of a hero from one of those ancient Greek epics. So alluring, so vigorous, yet cold and seemingly lifeless.

"A little help would be nice." I gazed at him, my eyes widening.

He smiled his crooked smile and my heart stopped beating for a moment. I gasped for air. He so knew the effect his smile had on me.

"If you want to go to Stanford or Princeton, you must know this. You can't always rely on me helping you. – Besides cheating isn't allowed in the ACT test."

Oh, shut up, Mr. Morally-Upright! I pouted. "But I thought that was the whole point of having a mind-reading boyfriend…"

So it is C! – Or D? You don't have to say anything. Just raise an eyebrow – or cough. Cough once for A, twice for B and so on. Please? Edward, please? Pretty please?

He laughed at me. He was so beautiful when he laughed. Though, I was angry with him. Laughing at me. How dare he?

I tossed the pencil on the table; it hit the surface and rolled down to the floor. I crossed my arms in front of my chest in a dramatic way. My lips pursed and I turned my head away from him.

"Aw, come on." He moved closer, placing his chair next to mine. I didn't look up but could feel his body next to mine. So close to mine. I still didn't turn my gaze when his slender hand touched my shoulder tenderly. Or when his dazzling face leaned close to mine. So close to mine. I didn't even move when his lips started moving so close to my face, so close to my ear. "Hey," he whispered, sending shivers through my body. I could feel his cold breath on my skin, his alluring scent making me dizzy for a moment. But I kept my pose. His fingers ran through my hair, playing with my blonde curls, caressing my head.

I moved my head away, annoyed, and slapped at his hand. I shot an angry glance at him. At least, I hoped it was an angry look I was giving him.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?" He replied with an innocent smile on his face.

"That!" I glared at him. Oh, thanks! Now my hair is a mess. I tried to comb it with my fingers.

He chuckled.

What's so funny? I still glared at him, at his perfect marble features, which were twitching with amusement.

I crossed my arms again and leaned back, moving away from his alluring presence.

He laughed, mildly.

Oh, you think I'm funny? Messing up my hair is your definition of fun? Guess what? Not all of us have naturally perfect hair like you, Edward Cullen. You wouldn't believe how long it took me this morning to look at least decent. – So is it B after all? –- Why doesn't he say anything? – Why doesn't he want to help me? Doesn't he want to go to college with me? – God, he's so beautiful. Even when he mocks at me… – Too perfect – for me… – Why doesn't he –

"Shut up." There was a stern look on his beautiful face.

"Huh?" My lips trembled. I didn't say anything!

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Mike," he smirked and an instant later his cold lips found mine.