"And John was terrible. He just went around saying 'Yo dudies'." Kyle, one of my teammates laughed as he told us the story of the party last Saturday.

"Dude. I was high." John said proudly. I didn't see what was so pride inducing about that really. Anyways, most of the team took drugs but there are a few of us who don't. Emmet, Jasper and I. We do drink, but not drugs. Never drugs.

"Anyways. We're planning to head over to John's after practice. Guys wanna come?" Kyle suggested. "I just got some killer weed from our dealer." He grinned. I shook my head while I heard Emmett and Jasper mumbling 'no's'.

"Come on guys. If you try it, you'd really love it and say. 'What the hell guys?! This is the best.'" John tried to convince us.

"Not a chance John." Jasper laughed. "I've got a date." He grinned.

"Score man! With who?" Gary, another one of my team mates, asked.

"Alice Brandon." He said quite plainly.

"That small chick with the weird haircut, from that Fashion club thing?" Harrison asked.

"Yeah."

"Bout you Em?" Got a date with someone too?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah." Emmett was beaming. He scored a date with Rosalie Hale. Only the hottest girl in the school and the head of the cheerleading squad.

"Who?" It was John this time.

"Rosalie." Was Emmett's only answer.

"Sweet, man! Rosalie is just like the fucking hottest thing on this planet." Harrison smirked.

"I heard she's great in bed too." John suggested, everyone laughed.

"So what's wrong with you Mr. Team Captain? Why not coming with us?" Kyle was smirking,

"I got a date with…" I stopped trying to find a name.

Then the PA announced: "Edward Anthony Masen, please proceed to the Chemistry Lab."

How cliché. Saved by the PA.

"The Chem Lab! Well, you guys heard that. I gotta go!" With that I dashed away from them. Perks of being one of the fastest runners in school.

I knock at the Chem room.

"Come in." I heard Mr. Westly, my Chem teacher's voice.

"Mr. Westly? Whatever it was I didn't break it!" I said quickly.

He laughed. "No you didn't break anything Edward."

"Oh, then what is it?" I ask. I took a deep breath as he looked at me with pure disappointment in his eyes. I've always been perceptive about these things.

"Edward. You're failing." Mr. Westly, told me sternly.

"Oh." I drawled.

"Oh? This is not nice Edward, if you continue this performance; you may and will get banned from the team."

"Well, I can always take extra credits." I thought up quickly. "Or something along the lines."

"Exactly why I called you here." He's going to give me a special credits? Now. Well that was quick. "I know you have potential Edward. You're just not living to it." Psh. Typical teacher thing to say. "And you're lazy." Hey, when you're the star of the school's soccer team, since when would care about some stupid paper that contains elements? "And because of that, I have decided to give you a tutor." Haha. Very funny Mr. W.

Wait a minute. A what?!

"Mr. Westly. A tutor? Are you serious? I think I can handle Oxygen and Hydrogen and moldenim by myself." I said rather confidently. He sighed and shook his head in disappointment.

"It's molybdenum Edward. Not moldenim. Wherever did you get that?" He asked me with pleading in his eyes.

"Uhm." I say. "It was a keyword I guess I forgot to change it. I made it moldenim so I'd remember molybdeman." I answered him back, sighing quickly for the lie I managed to make up.

He sighs again, as if I said something wrong. He now points to that girl with long brown hair that's sitting on the other side of the room, answering problems on her Chemistry text book.

"Edward Masen, meet Isabella Swan, your new tutor." I looked at him in shock.

How could he do this to me?