I sighed, annoyed, as the teacher came to my desk, again. This had to be the fifth time in half an hour. I wasn't even doing anything wrong! Well, except coughing whenever he started to talk, but, it's not like I could help it. My friend Dally, who was in the seat in front of me, was smirking; she knew what a trouble-maker I was.
"Ms. Dredger," he said in his monotonous voice. I looked up, sighing again and folding my hands on my desk. My face burned; nearly everyone was looking at me.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson?" I asked in the sweetest voice I could manage. He handed me a sheet of paper and pointed to the door.
"Fill this out, and meet me after class." Great, detention, again. Jeez, I should just start skipping again; it was a hell of a lot more productive than getting in trouble all of the time.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson." It was hard, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. I practically snatched the paper from his hand, causing him to give me a look, and started to fill it out.
Thirty minutes later, the bell rang, a loud noise that always makes me jump when I hear it.
"Have fun in detention," Dally said as she passed by, laughing. I rolled my eyes and resisted the temptation to flip her off; it was her way of joking, but did she have to say it every single time I get in trouble? Groaning, I gathered my things and walked up to the teacher's desk, watching the clock. Looked like I wouldn't be watching the entirety of the Halloweentown marathon that night; Mr. Johnson's detentions always lasted a minimum of three hours. I'd often wondered if it was even legal to keep students that long, but he never got in trouble.
"Sit," he said, not looking up as he pointed to my desk. I rolled my eyes, flipping him off as I sat back in my chair, leaning against the seat with my arms folded across my dark green, tank top-covered chest. After a moment I pulled out the small hand mirror I carried around out of my dark blue purse, and looked at my reflection. I'd been complimented on my looks more than once, but I've always refused to believe they weren't being sincere; I'm not pretty, at all.
My black hair reached my shoulders, and I had a white skunk stripe at the part of my hair. My mother's side of the family seemed to be cursed with grays and white hair at an early age; her hair had gone completely white by the time she had turned twenty-five. I was seventeen. My eyes were pretty, I guess; a blue color with flecks of gold and brown near the pupil. My skin, darkly-tanned, is riddled with blemishes and scars from my many misadventures in the tree in my backyard. I'm also heavier than the average girl my age, and my figure shows it. The only part of me I really liked was my nose, as weird as that sounds; it was small, angular, and the small silver stud I'd gotten in tenth grade was always shiny and eye-catching.
I jumped and immediately put my mirror away, hearing Mr. Johnson do his signature clap he used to get the class's attention. Without a word he put a rather thick packet in front of me. I sighed; I knew the drill. Grabbing my pencil, I got to work.
The three hours passed slowly, and even with the long time period, I still wasn't done with the stupid packet. Stupid math, always being harder than it should be... I gathered my stuff, not bothering to get the teacher's permission. He didn't make a comment, just continued to read the newspaper; I wondered how he could still be reading it, considering he had started at the beginning of my detention. I left.
"Hey, Alisa!" Dally said, jumping up from the hallway floor. She held out her elbow, expecting me to take it. I shook my head, wondering what she was doing here.
"How did you-?" I began, but she cut me off, looping her arm around mine and half dragging me down the hall.
"Ooooooh my God!" she exclaimed, a giant grin on her face. "You'll never guess what just happened!" I raised an eyebrow.
"Char finally asked you out?"
"Yes! ... Wait, no! Better!"
"I give up." She stopped us, turned toward me, grabbed my shoulders, and started to bounce up and down in the way she often did.
"Emmett Cullen asked me out!" I paused, trying to match the name to the face. There were a lot of kids in our school, so it was hard to remember.
"Oh, isn't he one of those weird new kids?" I asked, cocking my head. She nodded excitedly. "I- thought he was dating that, um... Rosalie, chick." She shrugged.
"They broke up yesterday, when you were out sick. Big screaming match it was; her brother, Jasper, had to hold her back. She looked ready to eat someone, and I would've swore her eyes were black during it."
"Seeing things again?" I teased, smirking. "Hope the little marshmellow people don't start trying to eat you." She pouted; she hated it whenever I brought up the little incident.
"No, it was just... dark, I guess. Anyway, we're going on a date tonight." Immediately, she changed her facial expression, wearing the puppy-dog pleading look. "Y'know, this is my first boyfriend, Lis," she stated, and slowly she began to clasp her hands together under her chin. "I'd really like it if you came with me." I automatically shook my head.
"No thanks, don't feel like being a third wheel,"
"Oh, no, you won't!" she said, perking up. "He said that if I wanted to bring a friend he could get his brother, Edward, to come!" I looked at her blankly.
"... He's dating Bella, remember?"
"Emmett said that she left the family; she's eighteen, after all, she can do that. He also said something like, 'she finally came to her senses...'" She shrugged, and resumed her pleading. "Please, I'm nervous! You've done this before, after all! I need your help!" I sighed; she knew how much of a softy I was when it came to her puppy-dog look.
"Fine. Call me when we're going."
"Nuh-uh, you're coming to my house to get ready." She started to drag me again, being more stealthy this time; it was getting dark out, and I was supposed to have left nearly ten minutes ago. "I promise to make you even more goooorgeooooous than you already are!"
"Ugh, I wish you'd stop saying that," I muttered under my breath; she was the worst when it came to complimenting me.
"You'll learn it someday, Lis!" She laughed and let me go, taking off towards the front door. I raced after her, my breathing getting heavy only after a few moments of running. I was panting by the time I reached the door, Dally holding it open for me.
"Thanks..." I said, walking out. She started skipping ahead of me her messenger bag swinging from her shoulder. I had to jog to keep up with her.
A ten minute walk to her house, a call to my mom, a whole bunch of makeup, and some clothes browsing later, and we were waiting for Emmett and Edward. I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror Dally kept in her room, spinning once to try and get a full look.
Dally was amazing with hair and makeup. She had straightened my hair for me, a fresh look from the unruly mess it usually was. She'd put it up in a messy bun, which actually looked kind of good on me, I'm reluctant to say. She left a few pieces framing either side of my face, and a plastic flower clip near my ear. A bit of eyeliner, light lipstick, and cover up and I had to admit that I was prettier than I ever had been in my life.
After so many times of me spending the night on school nights and having to wake up extra early to rush home because I forgot my clothes, I had just started to bring some with me to store here; it was like my second closet. Dally didn't mind; I'd seen her more than once wearing my stuff, claiming that, 'if it's in my house, I get to use it, no discussion.' So, I was stuck in a button-down white blouse, a jean skort, pantyhose and a pair of black flats. It didn't look bad, but it didn't look awesome. I fiddled with the stretchy bracelet on my wrist, watching as Dally exited her bathroom, walking with her arms held out for me to inspect.
As usual, she looked amazing. Her hair, a fiery red, was curled up at the ends and put into a side ponytail, a clip-on ribbon she claimed was her good luck charm attached to the ponytail holder. Her bangs covered her left eye, making the right one pop out. A bit of blush brightened her cheeks and her lips were red from her lipstick. She didn't need much to look beautiful.
She'd finally decided on, after much careful consideration, a dark blue dress that reached above her knees. A black sash was tied around her waist into a bow. A pair of black boots and she felt she was done.
"So?' she asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes. "Think he'll like it?"
"He'd be an idiot if he didn't," I reassured her. "You're beautiful, as usual."
"And you look gorgeous, just like I said!" She put her hands on her hips, a look of triumph on her face. "I am amaaaaazing!" She giggled, and at that moment, the doorbell rang. "They're here!" she squealed and rushed out of her room, grabbing her purse and gesturing for me to follow. I walked behind her more slowly, not excited. I heard the door open, and a sharp squeal from Dally followed. I looked over from the corner of the hallway to see a big guy shuffling inside. A more lanky boy followed. I held in the giggle I always got whenever I saw Edward; he was a pretty-boy, the kind of guy I generally made fun of.
"Hey Dally," Emmett said, giving her a quick hug. He seemed to be a bit touchy-feely, not to mention he didn't look too beat up about him and Rosalie breaking up. Edward, however, reeked of doom and gloom, as if he didn't want to be here. Emmett seemed to just remember that his brother was there, and gestured for me to come forward. Raising an eyebrow, I trotted towards them. He pushed his brother in front of him.
"You're Alisa, right?" I nodded. "Edward, Alisa, Alisa, Edward. All right? You better have fun," he said to Edward. I was sort of surprised by Emmett's insensitivity.
"Whatever, Em," Edward muttered. Huh, weird. I didn't know 'whatever' was in his vocabulary, considering the fancy-schmancy words he usually used. I offered my hand to shake, but he didn't even look up. Feeling awkward, I immediately brought my hand up to my neck, waiting for someone to break the uncomfortable silence. Emmett put his arm around Dally's waist, causing her to blush under her makeup.
"All right, let's go!" He swept Dally outside, and Edward and I followed. The pretty-boy might as well have a storm cloud above his head, the way he was acting. As I got into the back of Emmett's nice convertible, I could tell it was going to be a loooooong night.
So, that was long, and boring. Ugh, It'll get better, promise. I'll update soon, hoping that I don't get bored with this. Err, sorry if Edward or Emmett were OOC; I did my best.
Hope you enjoyed, please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, Emmett, or Edward; Stephenie Meyer does.