Hey guys. This is a new story idea, so I'll just have to see how it goes. Probably someone else has thought of this idea, but oh well. We don't have cliques at our school, so I'll have to use my imagination. This chapter is dedicated to anyone who hates the idea of being in any kind of popular group:]

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT, ITS CHARACTERS OR ANY OF ITS CIRCUMSTANCES. THAT RIGHT ALONE IS RESERVED FOR SANTA…I MEAN MRS MEYER.

Bella's POV

It was morning and as usual, I was sitting in Edward's car and sighing as I watched him drive as slowly as his patience allowed. He had the hint of a grin on his face, and it was starting to irritate me as he wouldn't tell me what was so amusing.

"Please Edward," I pleaded. "I know something's up. If you tell me what's going on, then I'll stop pestering you." I looked up at him with big loving eyes, and his expression melted.

"Oh love," he moaned. "You're not pestering me at all. Every word you speak enraptures me. It is merely that this is supposed to be an amusing surprise, which is why Alice has sworn me to secrecy. Everyone will find out just after Home Room, anyway."

I smiled at him and we continued the journey in comfortable conversation. We met up with the others at school. Alice and Jasper had decided to travel with Rosalie and Emmett, and looked deeply regretful, as the two were still entwined in the back seat. Jasper shuddered at the overwhelming amount of lust emoting from them, and Alice placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Come on," Alice giggled. "The bell will be going soon, and you don't want to miss out on the surprise, now do you?"

"Please, Alice," I begged, tugging at the sleeve of her designer blouse. "I'm going crazy from expectation." Alice grinned as the bell suddenly rung, and she danced off to Home Room with Jasper in tow. Emmett and Rosalie emerged from the car, flushed in the face, and headed in the opposite direction. Edward smiled crookedly and walked me to my classroom.

"See you after Home Room, my love," he murmured, bending down to kiss me before walking away. Electricity surged through my lips, and I was tempted to never let go, but Edward gently extracted me and walked away.

I sunk into my seat and was immediately approached by Mike, who was smiling wryly and leaning forwards.

"Hey, Bella," he greeted. "I've heard something special is going on today after Home Room. We could do something special on the weekend together." I rolled my eyes. He was so smooth…not.

"Sorry, Mike," I answered grumpily. "I imagine I'll be having a very special time with Edward, then and whenever else you are concerned." His eyes widened and he walked dejectedly away, sinking down and muttering to his friends.

Ten or so minutes later, the bell rang and everyone in our year was summoned to the Gym. I met Edward and the rest of his siblings walking there, where Alice was smiling knowingly, and Edward was looking disgusted.

"I can't believe you actually said that," he muttered, smiling in amusement. "I can't believe he actually asked you that."

"Well, we all know Bella has a wild side, but I guess you'd you that best, Eddie, considering the amount of time you two have been spending together lately," chuckled Emmett, his laugh booming.

"Well we all know your wild side, considering everyone had to witness it in the car this morning," retorted Edward with a snarl, overprotective as always.

At that moment, we were beckoned into the Gym, and sunk down on the hard floor before Emmett could retort in any way. The principal strode onto the small raised platform and tapped her microphone.

"As some of you may be aware," he began. "Forks High is about to undergo a social experiment, which will be observed and used in a report by college students who are visiting for this week. We have decided to assign you all a clique, where you will spend your breaks with the people from the same group, engaging in activities that their group usually would. Anyone who does not participate will receive a week's detention."

The Gym broke out in muttering as people turned to each other.

"Awesome!" hissed Alice. "This is going to be funny!"

"What clique will I be in?" whined Emmett, poking Alice impatiently. "Please tell me I'll be in the Jocks. I can show them a thing or two."

"Not telling," whispered Alice.

Edward turned to me and smiled.

"I don't care what clique I'm in, as long as you're in it, too," he murmured. "Although I wouldn't say no to being in the artsy clique." I smiled back at him, and was just opening my mouth when the principal coughed loudly into the microphone.

"Everyone line up," he called. "And I will assign you all a clique."

I hastened to join the back of the line, behind Edward and his siblings, and in my hurry tripped spectacularly. Edward caught me and we waited with baited breath for our cliques to be assigned.

"Jasper Hale- Artsy clique."

"Cool," muttered Jasper, who could be known to play guitar and paint from time to time. It seemed he was getting the good end of the stick.

"Alice Cullen- Popular group."

"Yes!" cried Alice with a smile. I didn't have to read minds to know what she was thinking. The popular group cared about nice, expensive clothes, fashion, and to a certain extent, flashy cars. Alice would fit in well.

"Emmett Cullen- Nerds."

"WHAT!?" exploded Emmett, looking petrified. "I can't do this! I hate books; I hate reading, I WANT TO BE A JOCK!" The principal glared at Emmett and motioned for him to go stand with the rest of the year. Emmett fumed and stomped off to join Alice and Jasper, who were stifling giggles.

"Rosalie Hale- Computer Geeks."

"What!?" shrieked Rosalie with a sulky expression. She received the same gesture and annoyed glare, so stomped over to Emmett to sit with him in shared annoyance.

"Edward Cullen- Emos/Goths."

Edward didn't even respond. He trooped gloomily over to Emmett and smacked him around the head at some comment he made.

"Isabella Swan- Jocks."

"Excuse me?" I cried. I couldn't be a Jock. I could barely walk without tripping over my own feet. I stomped over to the Cullens and we faced each other with mixed expressions.

This was going to be a very different week.