My alarm went off at 7am. Unusually tired, I smacked the snooze button with as much force as I was capable of, and rolled back over, trying to sleep. All the while, I was mentally cursing myself for that stupid celebration Edward had organised on the patio outside my bedroom; a celebration of 'grown-uppencey' as he'd called it, since the next day we'd be starting-

Oh crap! That was why I'd uncharacteristically set my alarm for 7am. Today was the first day of secondary school. And if I didn't get my lazy but out of bed, I was going to be late…

ding dong

No! he was here already! And I was still in my pyjamas! I threw myself out of bed, and ran to the top of the staircase, grateful to see my mum inviting him into the house. I didn't stop to see his reaction to my 'uniform', simply shouting a "Hi Edward!" over my shoulder as I sprinted back into my room. I tore off my pjs, glad I'd taken my shower the night before, and practically jumped into my uniform. I grabbed my book bag and hurtled down the stairs, yanking a brush through my hair as I went. My mum handed me a hair band- which I promptly pulled my hair back into- a cereal bar- which I shoved in my skirt pocket- and my P.E. kit. Grr. I had P.E. today. I didn't dwell too long on that fact, since my time was running out, and fast. I did manage to note Edward's amused expression at my discomfort- he knew exactly how much I hated P.E. And I knew exactly how much he loved it. Traitor.

I rushed into the hall, skidding to a stop in front of the door to jerk my shoes onto my feet. Grabbing Edward's hand without thinking about it, I was halfway out the door before I remembered my mother. But since I didn't have time for the grand goodbye scene I'd had half planned out, I turned around, looked my mum in the eye, and said "Bye Mum. See you later."

And then I was down the drive like a bullet out of a gun.

Only no-where near as smooth.

We managed to catch the bus just as it was about to leave the stop, and received several strange glances from other passengers as we made our way, breathless, to the back seats.

I plonked into the window seat with a huff, causing Edward to smirk whilst he slid into the seat next to me.

"God Bella, I thought you said you'd set your alarm clock."

I blushed- only ever s slightly- at his remark, but managed to glare at him.

"I did."

"Right. So you were just planning to come to school in your pyjamas, but decided at the last minute that you were going to blend in and wear your uniform?" He chuckled at his own joke.

So I smacked him -hard- on the arm and hissed "It's your fault for 'celebrating' so late last night. If it wasn'-"

I was cut off by his hand across my mouth.

"Hey, hey! It's meant to be a secret, remember?" he whispered in my ear.

I tried to move his hand off of my mouth, but when I found it wouldn't budge, I decided to play dirty.

So I licked it.

Seemed my tactics worked well, since he withdrew his hand pretty quickly.

"Eugh! Bella! What'd you do that for?!" I laughed at his discomfort as he tried to wipe his hand on the back of the seat in front.

I was still laughing as the bus pulled up outside our school, and we had to get out to face the day. Edward had given up on wiping his hand, his expression nervous as he unconsciously grabbed my hand.

"We'll stick together, right?" my voice shook with uncertainty.

"No matter what." his tone was only slightly more calm than mine.

"Ok." I whispered.

He squeezed my hand and gestured towards the huge building before us. "Shall we?"

I only nodded, not sure I could manage words.

Half of me was terrified, whilst the other half was asking myself what the big deal was.

You've got Edward.

I took a deep breath, and started to walk forward, into the massive throng of students heading towards the front doors. Yes, I had Edward.

But somehow that thought couldn't erase the feeling of dread in me.

FIRST: No, I wasn't being wrong, or dirty, and I didn't mean anything when I said that. I meant 'dirty' as in, not playing by the rules. Not as in, acting hore-ish. I knowit kinda looks bad, as my friends pointed out to me, but that wasn't what I meant.

Well.
That was still quite short... But I figured I've been really mean to you by taking so long to post it, that it'd be better if I wrote the shorter version and posted it, rather than take longer writing the longer version.
Yes, I know I promised to have that picture up by Wednesday, but Becca's a very busy artist. Plus, we got caught in English. You see, we should have been reading... I tried to defend our cause, saying that it was for story purposes only, and that whilst Becca was drawing I was writing, and she was giving me ideas at the same time (almost full blown lie, but still) but our teacher didn't believe us.
And then we both had, like, a zillion things to do, ranging from parties to homework, detentions (ah! I know! Sorry, I'm just so bad-ass. XD ) to after school clubs (funny how in Year 8, school dominates your life...). So yeah.
By the way, I just listed all MY excuses there too. As well as Becca's.
Although somehow I think mine won't cut it... Since it's me writing the story, and I know all too well how vicious fanfictioners can get...

I'm scared now. Please don't kill me.
Then again, I don't think that many people are reading this yet... Oh well. Whatever.

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And like I said, reviewing gets teasers... And helps me to decide on future lemons or not... =D