Summary: What do you do when your hot, arrogant, cocky, lab partner made a frog jump down in your clothes? Obviously you, shout, smack him hard in his overly inflated head, scream profanities, flip him the middle finger. And then what? You decide to never speak to him again or acknowledge his existence? Well, that is what I'm attempting to do, and how the hell could I accomplish that when that moron is distracting me with all his innuendos and dashing bad boy looks? God, it's easier to hate him if he's ugly as Satan's toad. But No, he had to look like a modern Adonis. Ugh, why does God hate me?


Isabella Swan


I woke up squinting with a frown at the annoying beeping noise. I slammed my hand on the alarm clock brutally like every teenager does.

Jesus Christ, why the hell is it ringing? Oh yeah, school.

I blinked rapidly once more and finally sat up and glanced at the monstrosity of a clock, the numbers signalling there almost made my eyes drop out of their sockets.

What the hell! It's already 7:55!

I scrambled out of bed, muttering profanities under my breath whilst picking out something to wear. I dressed as fast as lightning (okay, not really as fast but you get the idea, right?)

I jogged down the stairs hurriedly and of course lost footing and landed on my butt. Hah! B-e-a utiful! Gorgeous way to start the day! Psh not.

I stood up, rubbing my tailbone. Damn, that hurt, no kidding.

I walked to the kitchen and was greeted by mom who was rinsing her paintbrushes. She had her Chestnut locks in a messy bun, and there were a few smudges of paint on her cheek and her forehead.

"Hurry up dear, won't want to be late." She said with an amused smile,

I rolled my eyes playfully, "The fact that I'm already late doesn't make much of a difference, mom." She chuckled and handed me a granola bar.

I ran to my old beat up Ford truck, which looked like it has been through a lot. In other words, it looks pretty much like shit. But hey, it gets me somewhere plus it's my baby. As weird that may sound.

I clambered up the driver's seat and started the ignition, praying that it would start right away. And after 4 desperate tries the engine finally roared to life, "Thank you heavens up above!" I screamed blowing a pretend kiss then hastily drove to school.

"Ms Swan, give me one good reason as to why you are late. Again!" Mr Green scowled, crossing his arms.

"Well you see, I woke up late and my truck didn't start right away -"

His eyes widened, "That reason is highly unacceptable! This school cannot adjust with your own time schedule of waking up."

I swear, I won't be surprised if he starts breathing fire right at this moment.

"But -"

Before I could reason out even more, he snapped, "Detention Ms Swan."

I groaned, Christ who lit the fuse to his tampon? I stalked to my seat grumbling under my breath and took out my orange binder.

"Ah, look who finally decided to join us." Mr Green gritted out, I looked up and came to eye contact with the school's bad boy/man whore, Edward Masen.

He smirked, "Yeah, and I take it you must feel honored Mr Green." I swear I heard some girls sigh dreamily. Psh, pathetic.

I rolled my eyes and kept writing on my notebook, my sloppy hand writing unreadable as ever. Unfortunately, I wasn't gifted with an angel's penmanship instead it was more like a chicken doing some kind of a grain dance.

I jolted from my seat when Mr Green yelled detention to Edward's still smirking face.

A while later Edward was at it again, he started making out with Jessica, aka the school's personal slut bag, booty call, or whatever it is they call her. Anyways, the mere act almost made Mr Green pull his already thinning hair off his scalp. And screw you, it was hilarious.

"That's it! Mr Masen! From now on you'll be sitting with..." He pondered on, his gaze landing from one student to another until he shifted his gaze to mine.

Oh crap, please don't. He seemed to sense the panic in my eyes and his gaze glinted with mischief.

"Ms Swan." He said smoothly.

Devil! I wanted to scream, I want to kick his old man arse but I'm just sat motionless. The fact that I'll be stuck with manwhore-slut bag Masen made me cringe.

Oh joy, just my luck. Gee, the world really loves me eh? Edward smirked and moved to sit beside me. God, I seriously know what this is going to be. This, ladies and gentlemen, is going to be hell.

Throughout the period I tried my best to ignore Edward and it was hard as hell because of the fact he was spitting out cheesy pick-up lines that were way too corny, it made me want to throw a brick at his face.

"Hey, Isabella." He smiled at me, his forest green eyes sparkling mischievously.

"What?" I asked bluntly, trying so hard to keep my face from turning red like a tomato on crack. Yeah, I blush a lot, go figure.

"Do you work for Domino's? Cuz you a fine pizza ass."

I scowled and continued jotting down the lecture Mr Green is writing on the board.

A while later, I felt a hand poking my shoulder. I swear, I think my eye just twitched. What the hell does he want now?

"You smell like garbage, I should take you out."

Unbelievable!

My middle finger appeared in front of his face before he started laughing like a diseased loon having a seizure. "Ms Swan and Mr Masen! Pay attention! Don't make me expel you both." Mr Green warned before turning back to the board.

"Now look what you've done." I grumbled shielding my beet red face with my hair.

"Done what babe?" He asked, giving me his signature smirk.

"Don't call me that."

"Okay babe."

I growled in frustration, this is just unbearably annoying. Someone please shoot me now!

I was about to say something unladylike when Mr green started talking loudly, his chin jutting as usual, "Now class, for tomorrow's activity you will be taking on the dissecting topic. Work with your lab partners and please do not be absent because this will be 30% of your grade. Understood?"

There were a few 'yes Sir's' echoing but mostly complaints about the partnering arrangement, and I was one of those complainers. Why does this always happen to me? Why the hell me? I'm a good person! Why do I deserve this?

Bloody hell, the idea of dissecting a slimy thing with this sexy moron sitting next to me sent horrifying chills down my spine. I mean anything could happen. Heck, maybe he'll pour slimy shit on me or dissect my hand 'accidentally'. Or worse -

"So, I guess we're partners huh sunshine." He winked, making me blush. Seriously! What's with him and winking?

"I'm sorry, but do you have an irritated eye? Because you seemed to be twitching it a lot."

He chuckled deeply, "Actually, no. See, the only thing that's twitching is my big -"

"Oh my god! Shut up!" I exclaimed, shuddering in disgust. Ugh, trust him to be sexually open even to people he barely knows.

"What? There's nothing wrong with talking about my large -" He taunted, gently pulling a lock of my reddish-brown hair.

I slapped his hand away, "Ugh! Shut up, or else!" I warned.

"Or else what, darling?" He gave me the so called 'panty dropping smile'. And damn, those sluts weren't lying, it is worth a panty drop. Okay, now I sound like a complete pervert.

"Or else, I will stab you with a scalpel during tomorrow's activity. "Okay, first a perv and now a violent psychopath? What the hell is happening.

"But then you'll probably end up being hanged for killing the most handsome guy who ever graced the earth." He retorted, rubbing his chin irresistibly making him even look even hotter -Wait, hold the phone... What? I really need to stop.

I blushed at the thought, seriously Bella! You are better than that.

"Naughty thoughts Bella?" He asked, snapping me out of my 'pristine clean' thoughts, a sexy smile graced his lips. I glared, "No."

"Okay?! Chill okay?" He said still with that smirk on his lips. I scowled and turned away thinking about what will happen when we're gonna do the activity, will I be convicted of murder? By the way, why do I have a bad feeling about tomorrow? And why in the world is Taylor Swift singing in my head with, 'Oh! Ohhh! Trouble trouble trouble!'


(The next day)

"Hurry up! We only have limited time to do this." Mr Green said as he started passing each row, handing out two pairs of gloves and aprons per table.

"Okay, where do we start Izzy." Edward grinned, putting on his gloves with a smack.

"Izzy?" I asked, confused.

He smirked, "You didn't answer my question babe."

I growled and pointed the capped scalpel at him in warning, he raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, we're dissecting a frog here not me."

I rolled my eyes, "You look like a frog anyway, it's reasonable." I smirked when I saw his scowl but it quickly vanished and was replaced by a grin.

"Really cupcake? You don't think I look like some sort of prince?"

"Uh, no. You aren't a prince in the first place anyway."

"Yeah I am"

I snorted unattractively, geez no wonder I don't have a boyfriend.

"Oh really?" I cocked my eyebrow at him.

"Kiss me and you'll see," he winked and made a Flynn Rider smoulder, which I found hilarious.

"Ew no, I don't like to get whorish cooties." I made a face. He stuck his tongue out and I had to laugh at that. Immature bastard.

A few minutes later, we were starting. "Get the tray Bella, I'm gonna get the frog." Edward mumbled, going up front, clawing at the box without disgust.

I placed the tray on top as Edward was walking back to our table carrying that slimy thing in his hands.

I felt a shudder run up my spine. I've never taken any particular liking with frogs. Yup never did.

But don't show your weakness Bella, he might use it against you.

And then I was proven right.

"Hey, Bella." I whipped around and came face to face with a frog. My eyes widened and out of reflex action, I pushed Edward away and just like that, it made him topple and drop the frog, in my oversized T-shirt!

I stiffened at first and when I felt the slimy frog coming in contact with my chest I went berserk. Shrieking and clawing at my shirt freeing the dead thing.

I turned to Edward my eyes blazing like the fires in hell, "You!" I pointed my finger at him and he just grinned toothily.

"What?"

"This is all your fault!" I shouted, the class was crowding a little bit soaking all of the 'humorous' event.

"Actually sweetheart, it's not my fault, it's technically yours. If your boobs weren't that huge it would have slipped off easily." The nerve of this guy!

"That's it!" I yelled tackling him, pulling his hair and smacking his head. The crowd was already chanting "fight, fight, fight."

"What's going on here?!" Mr Green scolded out of all the commotion.

"Ugh! Edward dropped the frog inside my shirt!" I exclaimed.

"What? No I didn't! I just showed it to you and then you pushed me that's why I dropped it, it wasn't my fault your tits can play catch."

I glared and he smirked getting me off of him. And for the second time; Unbelievable!

This is the reason why I hate this son of a bitch. I knew something bad is gonna happen, I just knew it!

"That's enough, both of you, in the guidance office. Now!" Mr Green's face was red and the vein on his temple is seriously going to pop anytime soon.

Nice, wonderful, beautiful, gorgeous, Fabulous!

Even though I'm the victim here I'm still in detention, and all because of Edward's unbelievable claim that I was the one who pushed him and it was an accident and I'm supposed to take all of the blame.

God, I really want to murder a whore today. And instead of going home because of the 'trauma' I've been through today, I'm stuck here sitting beside the little shit who got me in this mess. What a load of bull.

Well at least he's not bothering me, it's all nice and quiet...

"Hey Bella."

Jeez, how wrong was I?

"Go to hell Edward."

He smirked, "I'm already in hell since I'm seeing you now."

I flipped him the bird and pulled out my phone pretending it held my 100% interest.

"You know, you look dumb when you go to the main menu screen and back to the home screen again and again." I scowled and scooted farther away from him.

"Hey Bella."

This time I just couldn't bear it anymore, "What?!"

He grinned, "You know what my favorite planet is? Uranus." And he bursted out laughing.

What? What's so funny about Uranu... Wait a minute, Ur-anus! I knew it! I can't believe I fell for that! I glared at him.

"Watch it Masen."

"With pleasure Swan." He said making a seductive purring sound.

My eyes widened, "That's not what I meant!" God it's as if I'm about to die from embarrassment. Ugh! Stupid Bella! Stupid stupid stupid! That innuendo wasn't even unsuspecting but you still fell for it. Ugh, I feel so dumb.

Edward's booming laughter filled the empty room, I smacked his arm in reply.

"Why are you so fond of that?"

"What? Uranus?" He smirked.

"Ew, such a pervert."

He cocked an eyebrow innocently, "What's wrong with Uranus Bella?"

I smacked my forehead, "Ugh never mind."

He grinned, his pearly whites showing.

"Hey Bella, Are you from the ghetto? Cause I'm about to ghetto hold of that ass."

That's it! I've had enough, I need to do something. Aha! I'll just ignore him and pretend he doesn't exist. This should be easy. Great plan Bella. Damn, I'm so proud of myself.


A/N:

Hai! I kind of reposted this, edited things, proof reading as they call it. I hope you'll stick with me till the end of this story. I would really appreciate it if you would tell me what you think about this story via reviewing. Thank you

-Gayle