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As they waited eagerly in the lunch line, Beckie leant against the wall, "What's up with you? You look like someone just rejected you for sex," Iona joked. Beckie laughed slapping Iona's face gently, "Ha-fucking-ha, I'm just disappointed. That Edward kid just wasn't as hot as he first looked," Beckie sighed, rolling her eyes slightly and picking up a bottle of water. "But of course, you were drooling at him like mad. You're gonna scare the poor kid off!"

"Oh yeah, because I'm sure he never heard your remark about his arse, Beckie!"

"Look, I'm just very secretive. That's all, you're just jealous!" Beckie laughed.

"Oh definitely Beckie, I would love to have your kind of secrecy when it comes to talking about guys. Loudly,"

"Everyone does, it's just another thing people have to add to their lists of: Things I'm jealous Beckie has,"

"Uh huh, like her way for falling for dickheads..." Iona said sarcastically.

"Turned on by knobs, just a lot of them." Beckie joked, paying for her water and grabbing her bag.

"You know, you could just choose guys more carefully, like me!" She boasted, Beckie huffed back.

"You never express your love for any guy in this school! Well, unless we shall start to include Edward?" Beckie hinted.

"What?! No! Not at all..." Iona blushed a crimson red and her heart pumped violently.

"Yes! Even when I say his name your stomach flutters, sickening..." Beckie joked, Iona hit Beckie's bag with a punch.

"Unnecessary!"

/ / / / /

Edging their way through the mazes of obnoxious year 7's and food fights, the girls finally made it over to Katie. Who was sitting there, conversing with some others on the table. "Iona's in love!" Beckie blurted out, Katie just laughed at the random call-out.

"Shut the fuck up!" Iona chuckled, Beckie mimed a 'zipping of the lips'.

"Iona's in love?!" Katie questioned, her face lighting up slightly, "What's he like? What's he like?!"

"The real question is, what is she like," Beckie said convincingly, for once, Katie was unsure whether to believe her or not. Sometimes Beckie did something, that even she didn't know of, and could make the most ludicrous of things sound real.

"Shut the fuck up," Iona repeated, knocking over Beckie's water.

"Well, that was rude!"

"Anyways!" Katie exclaimed, her eagerness to learn more intrigued her. "Who is it then? Tell me, I'm interested!"

"That new kid in our French. That reminds me, why weren't you there? He's on our table now." Beckie explained, biting her sausage roll. Gesturing about Iona and Edward.

"Oh for fucks sake Beckie!" Iona laughed, Katie sat awkwardly. In the three years she knew Beckie, she could never take too much immatureness, especially when it involved Beckie, a victim and a replacement for a penis, which in this case, was a sausage. Fitting at the least.

"I had a music lesson and some singing thing," Katie confessed, "But, new kid? Can't say I've heard about him yet. What's his name-"

"It's Edward! Edward Cullen..." Iona blurted out, almost interrupting Katie. A slight undertone of lust in her voice made Beckie laugh.

"What are you, his personal stalker now?!" She giggled.

"No, it's just a nice name, that's all."

"Well, he sounds nice. That's what counts!" Katie smiled.

"Sounds nice?! You got to see how he looks Katie! He's like a 14 year old model! It's not normal to be that good looking!" Iona explained, doing a slight dance in her seat.

"Fucking hell Iona, I can see your boner from here. Cover it up, I think we already know you like Edward," Beckie chuckled. Iona raised her eyebrow, jokingly pretending to cover up her crotch region.

"Sorry..." Iona apologised, "I can't help it..."

/ / / / /

After a gruelling twenty minutes of planner signing and listening to the boys drooling over computer games, form time was over. English awaited them, and to Iona's luck, Edward had been transferred into her class, and next to her. Beckie walked in a few minutes after Iona, seeing the new seating placement, she winked at Iona. Iona shook her head, laughing and mouthed to her: Don't. Say. A. Word.

Beckie flopped next to her, "Sup sexy?" She hinted at Iona while looking at Edward from the corner of her eye. What the fuck was I thinking? Hot?! Edward snorted slightly, before blushing as Beckie just burst into laughter. "Take no notice of Beckie, she can be a little bit immature at times." Iona confessed, Edward nodded in an understanding manner.

"Oh right..." He said awkwardly, "So...what's your name...?" He asked, small talk never came naturally with him. And in the presence of a girl, all of the small talk he had disappeared.

"Iona, you're Edward right?"

"Yeah...Iona. That's a really unique name, I like it. It's different, but great at the same time."

"You think so?" Iona asked, smiling brightly. But Beckie decided to mimic gagging. Edward frowned.

"Yeah, Iona translates as: Purple Jewel. It also means you have a great heart, unlike some." He smiled, Beckie scanned him from the corner of her eye. If you meant me, you know it all bastard. I swear I will not let you touch Iona.

Iona perked up, "Really? Where'd you learn that?"

"Library..." Edward explained awkwardly. Fuck...just when we were getting into a good conversation. I blew it.

"Oh..." Iona replied, she had nothing to follow from.

After a few minutes awkward silence, Edward finally blurted out, "I know I've only just met you and all that. But I'm throwing this party next weekend, you know, to meet everyone. Would you and your friend like to come along?" He asked, holding out some invites.

"Yes!" Beckie exclaimed, grabbing an invite, reading out the address. "Sounds fancy..."

Iona, in a more refined manner, took the invite gently and scanned it. "Well, it sounds good. I think I'm free next weekend, guess I'll be seeing you there!" She smiled.

/ / / / /

As they exited the classroom, Beckie turned to Iona seriously. She placed her hand on Iona's shoulder, "Will you promise me one thing," Beckie asked.

Iona looked confused, "Yeah sure I guess, what is it?"

"Promise me, when you get home, you won't go and smell the shit out of that invite. Or do any other weird thing with the paper because wonder-boy over there touched it," She joked. Iona sighed, but she soon gave in to Beckie's remark.

"Fuck you Beckie. Fuck you"

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