Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't think my parents got me the rights to Twilight for Christmas tomorrow. That means I don't own it or anything involving it.

Chapter One, A MMA Slap

"Okay, class, today we will be discussing the winter play!" Mr. Lord said enthusiastically.

No one said anything.

"Any suggestions?" he prompted.

All I heard was Mike's loud breathing behind me. Right behind me, in fact. In my ear.

I turned around to find Mike's face inches away from my. I glared at him, and he backed off. God, that boy was annoying.

When people started spurting off stupid and unoriginal, what everyone but our drama teacher referred to as classic, ideas I decided my own thoughts would be more interesting.

Really, what was the point of drama? All I ever did was work back stage. I knew if I stepped into the spot light, I'd either stumble over words or my own two feet.

I was interrupted from my thoughts when the door opened with light. A boy walked in and I notice there was only one chair open: the one next to me. When I got a better look at the boy, I realized with horror it was the same boy from this morning. I groaned aloud, causing everyone to look at me. I ignored them and shot daggers at that boy, hoping a whole would open up and swallow him. But as luck would have it, the laminate floors stayed well, laminate, and the doucher sat right next to me, smirking.

Let me back up and explain what happened earlier today.

I had just hopped out of my car, my purple 2004 Venturi Fetish, with my friends Rosalie and Alice. The car was environmentally friendly and it was my baby. They only made five Fetishes every year, but my step-dad, a minor league baseball player who had just moved up to the majors that year, managed to snag one.

We were walking to our lockers when a sliver Volvo nearly clipped us.

Needless to say, we were pissed. We marched over to that stupid person, who ended up to be three boys. A bronze haired one stepped out of the driver's side, so I started in on him.

"Dude, what the heck? Watch where you're going, okay? I'd appreciate not being killed today, thanks."

The boy looked horrified and took a step closer to me, his striking emerald green eyes becoming hypnotizing, "I'm sorry. My brother over there," he jabbed his finger at the one with insanely large muscles, "was being a buffoon. He decided it'd be fun to mess with a few hot girls on our first day. I apologize."

When I snapped back to reality, escaping his green-eyed clutches, I decided not to buy his story, true or not. "Well, don't let it happen again. Because my friends and I could take the three of you. And, trust me, we've made people not walk straight for a week." Which was true. Ali, Rose, and I had taken MMA.

I started to walk away when someone grabbed my arm. I turned to face to stupid shiny Volvo owner, "What?" I spat.

He smirked, "Was that a threat?"

I yanked my arm out from his grasp, "That was a promise."

As my girls and I walked away I heard his voice call out, "Hey, I didn't get your number."

And that is why I hate that egotistical boy.

"Thanks for joining us. Mr. Cullen, I assume?" our teacher asked, annoyed.

He nodded, "Edward Cullen."

"And what is your reason for being late, Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Lord pressed.

"Oh, just... Ya know, got lost. It's my first day, after all," he responded.

I knew that was a lie. Puffy red lips, hair that was even more disheveled than when I saw him this morning. He'd found a slut, most likely Lauren, to make out with. For crying out loud, it was his first day!

Poor Mr. Lord didn't see his fib, though, "Don't let it happen again. As I was saying, Mike, we are not doing Hamlet."

More people offered dumb ideas, and again, I was bored.

"Lauren got to you, I see," I said to Edward. There was something about that boy that got under my skin, even though I'd just found out his name.

He turned to me surprised, then put on his stupid smirk again, "How'd you know? Stalking me?"

I snorted, "Yeah right. More like I can smell her stank- oops, skank, on you."

"Good, she is a slut. That means nothing more than a week," he said relieved.

I rolled my eyes.

"So what is this about?" Edward asked me.

I sighed, "The winter play. I bet we'll end up doing Romeo and Juliet."

Edward raised his hand after a minute, "Sir, we could do a play based on songs. It could be a... well a musical."

Mr. Lord thought about it and smiled, "That is a great idea Mr. Cullen. I suppose you want the lead?"

He shook his head, "No. I think auditions should be held. The best voices get the leads. If you'd like, though, I could write it though."

The teacher agreed, "That'd be fantastic. But I'm going to expect you to find a partner to help you write it. It's due in two weeks. Is there someone you have in mind?"

Edward grinned, "Yes, actually. I was thinking her." Wait, what? Why was his finger pointed at me?

"Isabella. Nice choice. She is a great writer," he nodded approvingly.

Now if you looked at my face and saw the red, you probably would've thought it was from embarrassment. No, it wasn't. I was pissed. Edward fucking Cullen was going to make my life a miserable hell.

"Isabella, is it?"

I growled quietly and whipped around, "Listen, Edward. The only reason I will help you write this is because I'm not going to listen to Lady GaGa and Miley Cyrus when I'm doing the curtains. Got it?"

He laughed. Honestly, if I didn't hate it so much my legs would've been Jell-o, "You know you want some of this."

I narrowed my eyes before I cocked back and slapped his cheek. He stumbled back slightly.

"What was that?" he asked, holding his cheek.

I shrugged, "I've taken MMA since I was seven. I guess you could call it a MMA slap. We will meet up at your house. After school. I will meet you at our cars, since we're parked next to each other. Don't screw with me, Edward."

I turned and walked away.

EPOV

I held my cheek and watched Isabella walk away. Damn, she was sexy when she was pissed.

I knew I had to get her, somehow. She wasn't like the girls I normally went after. She wasn't blonde, or slutty, or putrid and obnoxious. She was feisty and hot, although I thought beautiful fit her better.

This morning I had told her I almost ran over her and her friends because of Emmett, but really I couldn't stop looking at her and didn't realize how close we were until Jasper slapped my head.

It wasn't my fault though. She was almost a temptress. Her mahogany hair was thrown back with the rest of her angelic face when she laughed with her blonde and black haired friends. Her outfit was simple, skinny jeans and a pinkish-purple long sleeved henley (the only reason I knew what it was is from my mom, who owns many of those shirts, but they looked a lot better one Isabella) with the sleeves pushed up. My problem was that she didn't have the first two buttons done, and there was no tank top under it.

This little project we were meeting at my house for was going to be my way to get her to fall for me.

I was also hoping she'd be the girl that put my player ways to rest. Maybe.

A/N: A simple little chapter. I'd appreciate thoughts and comments.

Bella's fantabulous car will be posted on my profile, if you'd like to see it.

Merry Christmas, everyone! (: