a/n: I got my first review. That means somebody's reading this!

Chapter Three

The rest of the weekend passed smoothly. No running into cars or waking up with a fucking zoo on my head. There is only so much drama a guy can handle.

It was Monday again, and I was walking to my fourth period computing class. I looked around me several times to check if Mike or Tyler were going to jump my ass. Nobody was there. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alright everyone, today we're taking a break from the chatting." Mr. Hussain announced.

I sulked; this meant I couldn't talk to Juliet, and more importantly, I would have to do work.

"I want you to do a Microsoft PowerPoint on anything you like, within reason. It must be finished by the end of the lesson and it needs slideshow features. On you go." He rattled.

I groaned, I hated doing these timed things and then displaying in front of the whole class. They paid too much attention to mine and I felt strangely self conscious. Self conscious? Since when did I grow a vagina?

After much thought, I decided to do mine on music, a clichéd subject but it was the best I could come up with in the span of thirty seconds. Most of my slides were on Muse and how they came to be a band. I added some of their contemporaries as well as a sound clip I stole off the internet. I even shoved some lyrics to their most famous song and went with it.

"Alright class, time's up, now who wants to go first?"

Of course, nobody volunteered. Suddenly, a boy with black hair and an oval shaped head shouted out, "Edward, go Edward!"

Are you shitting me? You toilet bowl. I was going to punch the daylights out of that kid once I finished. Grumpily, I got my USB out.

"Come on then, up you go Edward." Mr Hussain encouraged.

I grit my teeth in annoyance and sent out one long cold glare at said toilet bowl. I loaded the presentation and set it on auto play. I didn't take my eyes off the monitor the whole time. At the end, I heard a shriek and applause – all the girls in the class were smiling and waving at me. I cringed. As I was returning to my seat, a loud voice drowned out the rest.

"Sir, sir, can I go next?" Natasha, the short black haired girl who was hopelessly obsessed with me last year squealed. She used to stalk me every Saturday when I worked at the local grocery store. It was damn annoying. And creepy.

Mr. Hussain was visibly surprised by Natasha's volunteering but reluctantly agreed. "Okay Natasha, the floor is yours."

Around half a minute later, much to my dismay, there was a huge picture of me on the first slide.

I think I blushed five shades of pink, if a guy can even do that, and ducked my head into my arms. The series of slides had a whole collage of pictures of me that I didn't even know existed. Stalker. Throughout, the presentation, Natasha gave me hopeful looks and seemed to be immensely pleased with her doings. I cringed, again. Fuck my life. Some of the boys wolf-whistled at me, really impressed by my involuntary chick magnet. Ugh.

Sometimes I hated myself. All these girls were so dead set on me, and I felt awful about it, knowing that I couldn't give them the happiness they deserved - they just saw the pretty face on the outside. (Not that I was pretty… ) They didn't see who I really was. Nobody knew that I played the piano, or that I liked classical music or that I preferred brunettes. These girls fell in love with a lie. Awe man. now I was sure I had ovaries.

The last fifteen minutes of the lesson were free because Mr. Hussain decided to lecture Natasha on her choice of subject. I died with embarrassment as he spoke to her about teenage crushes. So I decided to log onto my chat account.

Forks: Hey.

Juliet: Hey, where were you? I thought you ditched me!

Forks: Sorry, the teacher decided we do PowerPoint presentations to humiliate ourselves.

Juliet: Oh. Well I hope you did okay. I know what it's like to be up at the front with everyone watching your every move.

Forks: I couldn't agree with you more. So how have you been?

Juliet: I've been…content, it's good to know that not everyone is perfect.

Forks: Interesting, care to elaborate?

Juliet: I'm sure you've noticed the social hierarchy in our school

Forks: Yeah...

Juliet: Well I had some insight into the 'popular crowd' and it's safe to say that it isn't all that great.

This meant that Juliet wasn't popular. Thank God. Besides, I finally realised that I didn't care what Juliet looked like or where she was on the popularity scale. But I did care if she turned out to be a boy. Then shit was going down.

Forks: That's true; People just look and admire them for what they see. They have no idea what those people are really like. It's horrible.

Juliet: Exactly, I'm glad that I'm not the only one with no popularity issues around here.

Forks: Haha.

Juliet: Haha? I didn't picture you for the kind who says haha.

Forks: I bet you didn't picture me playing the piano either.