A/N: I own nothing.

JPOV

This was it. Senior year of high school. This year, it was my turn to rule the school.

"Hey man, you ready for this?" my friend Seth asked as we pulled up to the school parking lot.

"Hell yeah," I grinned back at him. I parked in my reserved space near the front of the school and got out of the car. My girlfriend Rosalie was waiting for me by the door. Damn, I forgot how hot that girl was.

"Hey babe," I said as I walked up to her with my arms out. She practically jumped in my arms and I swung her around, like they do in movies and shit.

"Come on let's get to class," she whined. "I don't want to start the year by being late!"

I rolled my eyes, knowing full well that her "new grade resolution" was going to die out in about a week. I told Seth I'd see him later as Rose and I walked hand in hand to our American history class and saw that class was nearly full. There were few open seats left and none of them were next to each other.

I flashed a smile at the nerdy girl sitting in a seat near the front and then looked over at Rose. The nerdette understood quickly and moved to a different seat. I led Rose to the now open seat and then sat down in my own.

The teacher took roll and then droned on for a while about some project we were supposed to do. I waited to hear my name called and when I did, I groaned a little to see that some nerdy kid in the back was my partner. Well, maybe I could make him do the whole thing for me.

He told us to sit next to our partners and I figured this would be a good chance for me to put the kid in his place.

I walked over to the empty seat next to him and sat down as I said, "Your nerdy ass better know what the hell it's doing because I don't really give a fuck."

The combined look of shock and terror on his face was just priceless. He mumbled something in response but I didn't care enough to listen.

The teacher waited until we were all situated before he continued his mindless droning.

"Alright class, now before I go into any more details of the assignment, I want all of you to complete a team building exercise," he began. I could feel myself drifting off to sleep but decided that I might as well try to pay attention. Try, as in no guarantees.

"Now," he continued, "The name of this exercise is 'From Where I Stand.' The goal is to let your partner know essentially what your first impression of them is. You will take turns. The one who goes first will begin with the words 'from where I stand,' and will then proceed to tell the other exactly what they see in the person in front of them. You may begin."

Oh, this was going to be fun. If I hadn't put this kid in his place already, then I was definitely going to now. I gave him a look that made it clear I was going to be going first. Everyone else in the room was talking in a rather low voice, but I decided that I didn't mind being a little louder than them.

"From where I stand," I began sarcastically, mocking the stupid choice of words, "I see a nerdy little kid who I'm sure won't have any problem doing this whole damn project for me." I made sure to sound as intimidating as possible, and from the look on both this kid's face and the shocked expressions I was getting, it worked.

"Your turn," I smirked as I waited for him to say something. I wouldn't be surprised if he was scared shitless right now.

He looked at the ground while mumbling something and I didn't catch a word of it. "You're gonna need to speak a little louder kid," I told him, annoyed now that he couldn't even look at me when he spoke.

This time he looked up and I could see pure, unadulterated anger flash in his eyes. I was almost scared myself.

"I said," he began slowly, "From where I stand, I see a narcissistic, egotistical asshole who thinks he's so much better than everyone else when in reality, he isn't worth the damn ground he walks on!"

I was shocked. No, I was straight up flabbergasted. No one in this school dared to talk to me like that. The class had gone silent and even the teacher was staring in our direction. I think at that moment this kid, er, Edward I guess, finally realized what he just did. His face turned completely red and he put his head down on his desk. The teacher turned back to his computer and the murmurs picked up again. Some people were still trying to do the teacher's exercise, but the majority of the comments were about what just happened.

I didn't know how to react to that. I was sure he'd be too scared to say anything to me, but he just completely blew up in my face. I decided not to say anything to him for the time being and waited until everyone else had finished gossiping or whatever the hell they were supposed to be doing.

A few minutes later the teacher continued to explain the project. There was no way I was going to be able to pay attention to him so I let him drone on while I snuck a quick peek at Edward. He still hadn't lifted his head up.

Once the teacher was done explaining this bullshit to us, the bell rang and he excused us from class. Edward quickly got up and bolted for the door, but not before I grabbed his wrist.

"Hold on there, Edward."