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Edward.

"Dad! Wake up!" Derek yelled in my ear. I groaned and pushed him away. I guess I pushed him too hard off of my bed. He fell to the floor on his butt with a thud. "Dad!" He yelled when he got back on his feet. His hands kept shaking me. "Dad! Wake up! I'm late for school!" And with that, my eyes fluttered open.

"What?!" I shrieked, sitting up on my bed and reaching over to my alarm clock. It was dead. "Stupid, idiotic alarm clock." I grumbled under my breath. I threw it behind me and scooped Derek around his waist, tilting him sideways as I walked.

"God, you need to lay off on those cookies." I huffed, rushing over to the bathroom with Derek in hand.

"Dad." He laughed. "What are you doing?"

"You're half an hour late for school! Now stop asking questions and off you go to take a shower." I placed him back on the ground and pushed him into the bathroom.

"I need my towel, father." He said as if he was stating the obvious. I rolled my eyes and rushed back to his room and grabbed his towel before making my way back to the bathroom where he was waiting patiently for me.

"Here you go, dear son of mine." I handed him the towel. "Now hand me your glasses. You can't take a shower wearing them." I extended my hand out.

"Really? I didn't know!" He fake-gasped as he passed me his spectacles. This kid was spending too much time around me to know sarcasm that well. "Get dressed right after you finish. Don't you even dare to switch on the television or I swear to God, the only program you'll be watching for the next month would be Sesame Street."

"You wouldn't." He gasped.

"I would." I smirked. "Now get in."

"Yes, sir." He saluted me. I laughed and ran back to my room to get ready for work myself.

After taking a quick shower to save time, I walked over to my closet and picked out a blue shirt and khaki pants with a tie to go. My hair was a mess, as usual. For the past few days, I've tried settling it down to a minimum. I used hair gel and those spray cans to keep it into place but it just makes it worst. I wanted to give a good first impression on myself the first few days at work.

"Too bad it didn't work." I mumbled to myself whilst I sat down and tucked myself into my shoes.

"What's for breakfast?" Derek came into view as he slid down the handrail.

"Be careful!" I panted just in time to catch him from the process of breaking his neck.

"Sorry but I couldn't resist. It looked like fun." He grinned cheekily as I settled him down on the ground.

"So, what's for breakfast?" He asked casually. He pulled out the kitchen chair and sat down with a smile.

"Would an apple settle you for the morning?" I scratched the back of my head. We were late. I didn't have time to cook us up some pancakes.

"Can I just have cereal?"

"We have Lucky Charms and Coco Puffs and," I stated as I searched the cabinet in case there were others. ", and that's it." I turned to see him deep in thought. "Well?"

"Wait, I'm still thinking." He placed his finger on his chin for effect.

"Coco Puffs, it is!" I grabbed the box and took out a bowl. I laid it down on the table, poured some in and scooped out a spoon from one of the drawers.

"Hey! I wanted Lucky Charms." He exclaimed, staring down the bowl of Coco Puffs before him. He looked up just in time to see me glare at him. "Coco Puffs! Delicious!" He smiled, scooping some the bowl and into his mouth.

"Good." I nodded my head once. I took out my usual mug and poured some coffee.

"Dad, you still didn't tell me if you're coming later today." Derek said through a mouthful of Coco Puffs.

"Coming where?" I arched my eyebrow at him. What is he talking about?

"The meeting…with Miss Karen." He said.

"What? When did you tell me this?" I asked. I don't recall him telling me about any meeting with his teacher. "Are you in some sort of trouble or something?"

"I didn't tell you. My teacher left a note on my coat. I thought you saw it." He thought. "It's this afternoon."

"Are you in trouble?" I repeated myself. He better not. This was a first. He was never in trouble. Derek was a well-mannered child. I raised him to be a gentleman, just like what my mother did to me.

"Kinda." He whispered.

"What did you do?" I glared at my son. He slumped into his chair and slid down.

"I got into a fight." His tiny voice squeaked.

"What?!" I raised my voice. "With who?"

"Noah Swan." He sat up straight. "He's my seatmate."

"Who started the fight?"

"I want to say we both did but I'm kinda scared you're going to go bananas." He squinted his green eyes. Even then, they looked bigger dued to his glasses.

"Will he be present in this meeting?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Yes, he will. He's coming over with his mom too." He announced.

"Fine. I'll be there. If I find out that you started the whole fight, my Sesame Street offer is still up."

"I only started the second and the third fight! He started the first and the last!" He exclaimed.

"What?! How many fights were there?!"

"More than one." He smiled innocently. Somehow, he managed to finish his bowl of Coco Puffs while we were talking. He stood up and put the bowl in the sink.

"Get in the car." I said. He nodded and ran outside into the Volvo. I sat still and sighed. My head was in my hands in a matter of seconds and my fingers were massaging my temples.

Was this move a bad thing? I thought. The reason for the whole move was because Derek and I wanted to start a new life. One without Tanya. Tanya was Derek's mother. She and I got a divorce when Derek was only two years old. She wasn't ready for commitment yet. Or in other words, she wasn't ready to be a mother and a wife yet. She gave full custody of Derek to me. She didn't want anything to do with him. No phone calls, no text messages, no visits. No contact.

We were doing great; Derek and I. Just us. We were better off ourselves actually. We were happy. Derek never did ask about Tanya. A few questions were tossed around the first few years but later, he just lost interest in her. Somewhere along those years, even I lost interest in her.

After six years of loss contact, Tanya resurfaced. She came knocking on our front door with a big smile plastered on her face and the thought of reentering our family. That was when things started to get complicated. She started to spend more time with Derek; taking him out for shopping, bringing him to expensive restaurants, picking him up from school and sometimes she even brought him back to her apartment. The same apartment she slept with different men everyday.

I didn't approve of Tanya coming back into our family. I wanted to tell her to just leave us alone but I couldn't. If Derek was up for it, I was willing to give Tanya a chance. He seemed to grow attached to her. So I left it. I pushed my feelings aside. Then, one particular day she brought him to the mall and was too caught up with the guy she was flirting, they went back to her apartment and left him behind in the mall. That was the last straw. Later that night, I confronted him. I asked if he was happier now and he said he wanted things to just go back the way it was before.

And so we left Chicago for a new start in life. That was how we ended up in Forks.

I shook my head and stood up. I walked over to the coat closet and took out mine and Derek's. Sure enough, there was a small yellow note sticking out on his coat. It was directed to me. I pulled it off and started to read.

Mister Cullen,

I would like to arrange a meeting with you tomorrow afternoon to discuss on how your son has been acting recently. He hasn't been getting along with his new seatmate, Noah Swan. They're always fighting and it's starting to influence the other children in the class. Noah's mother would also be present during the meeting.

-Miss Karen.

I sighed, crumpled the piece of paper in my hands and stuffed it in my pocket. Glancing at the clock hanging on the wall, we were forty-five minutes late. I cursed under my breath and ran outside to find Derek singing along to some song by Katy Perry.

"'Cause you're hot and you're cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in then you're out, you're up then you're down." He sang the chorus. I chuckled and reached over to ruffle his hair.

"Ready?" I asked, buckling the seatbelt.

"Ready." He repeated my actions with enthusiasm.

oneofthemfans: Thanks for writing Edward's point of view.
ands11: Thank you for letting me write with you.
oneofthemfans: Suck up.
ands11: Just doing my job.

If you guys haven't figured it out yet, Mischief Has A Name is now a collaboration between ands11 and oneofthemfans. I read the first chapter from oneofthemfans's profile and thought it was off with a good start. I asked if she would allow me to write along with her and she said yes. We came to a deal that she would write Bella's point of view while I wrote Edward's. Fair enough.