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Chapter 3

Monday afternoon, my first day of "just punishment." Instead of practicing my piano, or taking a hike with Emmett, I was stuck at the school after hours, cleaning the hallways with Bella Swan.

She didn't look too enthused either, if the constant slur of profanities and groans issuing from her mouth were anything to judge by. She was positively fuming.

After about five minutes of the same routine, I sighed and leaned against my mop. "Look, is this going to be a habit or something? 'Cause it's getting old pretty fast."

She stopped mopping in a huff. "You can't tell me that you're happy to be stuck doing this?"

"Of course not! I'm simply marveling that you are so offended by being detained. It's not like you have anywhere else to be." I almost laughed as the mockingly fierce look of resentment formed on her face.

"That's pretty presumptuous, assuming that I don't have a life. Just because I don't spend every second with Rosalie Hale or Jasper Whitlock-" She didn't try to hide her contempt when she mentioned my friends by name, "-Doesn't mean I don't have quality ways to occupy my time! And to be frank, I'm tired of you, and Mr. Greene, and anyone else thinking that I don't have better things to do during the day!"

Her anger threw me off guard. "Sorry… so what plans do you have?" I made every effort to conceal the amusement in my voice.

"Well, I was supposed to work today, but obviously that went out the window. Mrs. Newton will be furious with me-"

"Newton? You work at Newton's store? What do you see in that tool anyway?"

"Nothing!" she barked defensively. "He's just a guy I work with! He's nice, unlike someone else I know-"

"Hey! Hey, cool it," I said, nodding my head in concession.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that," she said, barely above a whisper. She looked genuinely sorry for her harsh words, which was more than I could say. What was it about this girl that was so forgiving? I wasn't anyone worth her concern; I thought my car was worth more than five Mike Newtons.

"Look," she said. "It's obvious that we can't talk without insulting one another, let's just… not." She continued mopping, hitting the play button on her i-Pod. Her headphones were still slung around her neck and I could hear the song drifting across the airspace.

"Claire de Lune?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah," she said, sharing my shock. "You know it?"

"Of course I do. Debussy is classic."

"Oh… My mom likes to listen to classic music when she cleans. I guess it rubbed off." She was blushing again. I liked the red coloring under her cheeks-

Ah! What was I doing? Was I admiring Bella Swan? No way, this could not be happening. I tried to ignore the music and the girl and just focus on my chore at hand.

Unfortunately, my focus was shattered once again, and all too soon.

"Edward! Hey man! What are you doing here?" Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie waltzed into the school like they owned the place. I guess, in their minds, they did.

"Oh, you know, learning my lesson, working to make the world a better place; the usual. What are you guys doing here?"

"Busting you out, Big E," Jasper laughed. "Come on, let's get out of here!"

"I can't. I gotta work."

"Come on, Edward! Principal Greene isn't even here! Let's go have some fun!" Emmett cheered. "No one will tell on you, right Swan?" He looked at Bella who had put her headphones back on and was shooting death glares at the four of us.

"Hey Bella, what are you listening to?" Jasper asked. I could tell from his tone he had an insult in mind.

Bella didn't answer him. In fact, she pretended not to hear him at all. This bothered him enough that he walked over to her and ripped the headphones off her ears. She stumbled backward and threw out her arm to smack him in the side, but he dodged it.

"You're listening to this junk?" He laughed at her brewing anger.

"It's better than having to listen to your voice," she snapped. Both Emmett and Rosalie chuckled while Jasper looked flustered.

"What? Did you just-" He stuttered in his shock at being insulted in his own territory. Emmett grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from the girl. Jasper's expression looked like he was in pain.

"Calm down, Jazz, it was a joke," Emmett said coolly. "So, Ed, are you coming or what?"

"Naw guys, maybe some other time," I said, trying to take the pressure off of Bella. Why I was trying to help her, I still didn't know.

"Sure, some other time," Jasper said weakly, clearly upset that I had denied him. "Well, I guess we'll see you later, loser!" He and Emmett headed out towards the door. Rose, however, stayed behind. I noticed she was eying Bella with some unidentifiable expression. She caught me watching her and perked up immediately.

"So, Edward, I'm have to stay after for a drama club meeting. Will you drive me home later?"

I rolled my eyes. "Why can't you get Emmett to drive you?"

She looked intently at me with her piercing blue eyes. "Oh, he wouldn't want to drive me-" I had serious doubts about that. "-He and Jasper have plans, and I leant Jasper my car anyway…"

I sighed in defeat. "Yeah, okay, I'll drive you. Meet me out front at four."

"Thanks, Edward!" She said happily, her golden curls bouncing. She leant forward and pecked me on the cheek before I could stop her.

"Rose!" I groaned, pulling away, but she was already skipping down the hall. I desperately tried to ignore the killing stares that I was getting from Bella while the minutes of my afternoon drifted away.

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I had to drive Rosalie home in my mother's minivan since my Volvo was still at the workshop. We pulled up to the front of her family's large, beautiful house- the biggest one in Forks.

"Alright," I said, "I guess I'll see you at school."

Rosalie turned to me, swishing her blonde curls and batting her eyelashes. "You know, my parents aren't home if you want to come in…"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. How long was this going to last? "Come on, Rose. You know nothing's changed. I don't like you like that, I never have, and I'm not going to. You're much more like a sister to me."

Her blues eyes shined defensively as she mumbled, "I know, I just-"

"Look, Rose, I don't know why you think these things at all! Go out with Emmett. He clearly likes you, and I know you like him! Why do you keep doing this? Why won't you make everyone happier?"

She glared at me. "I don't need to hear this from you, Edward. Whatever!" She got out and slammed the door, storming up to the front steps of the house. I sighed again and pulled out into the road. The damn minivan couldn't drive me home fast enough.

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Hmm… sleep. The best part of my day. No lights, no sounds, just infinite black that held warmth and comfort…

Out of the darkness came a voice calling my name.

"Edward… Edward… Come on, wake up! Up up up!"

I cracked my eye open infinitesimally to see my mother, Esme, leaning over me, her wavy copper locks hanging over her shoulders. Sunlight was poring through the open windows throughout the house and reflecting through my bedroom door. It was later than I usually woke up, there must have been a reason I didn't hear an alarm.

"Hmm… Saturday, no school." I mumbled, snapping my eyes closed once again to the happy darkness.

I heard Esme sigh. "Tutoring."

My eyes cracked open once again, glaring, quickly followed my a groan. Thank you, Mr. Greene.

I found myself at the school a few minutes later, groggy-eyed and ready to teach idiots how to do math or whatever. I noted that Bella Swan was there, looking just as tired as myself, though rather like she hadn't had a restful night's sleep than that she had been forcefully pulled from it.

Some annoying, over-achieving senior from the National Honors Society was giving us instructions on who we would be tutoring, and how to be helpful. Bella and I unconsciously drifted away from everyone else in the group, the people who actually wanted be to here. If only we could disappear altogether…

"So, you two are the new kids, the ones on probation?" The senior asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Bella asked glumly.

"Umm… yeah, I guess so," the boy replied. "I'm Eric, I'm basically in charge of the program. So, could you tell me which subjects you are strongest in so we can get you paired up with the right kids?"

"All of them," I answered firmly.

Eric looked a little intimidated by my reply, but turned to Bella who said quietly, "Maybe English? Anything but math, really."

"Ok, we can work with that," Eric said enthusiastically. "You can work with Julie. She's a freshman who needs help with English. She's reading Wuthering Heights." Bella's face perked up when she heard the title. "Cullen… How about you work with Bobby? He's in freshman biology, he needs some help." Eric lead us toward the building and we followed in sad resignation.

Working with Bobby was infuriatingly mundane. The kid was completely obtuse. I read the same definitions to him twenty times and he still didn't make any sense out of the material. I didn't know how I would be able to put up with this for another month. I glanced over at Bella while Bobby was busy banging his head against the textbook, trying to absorb information via osmosis. Bella was happily chatting about Heathcliff and Catherine with her freshman, looking bright in the beams of light that poured through the window. Her wavy brown hair was showing highlights of red, and her cheeks looked pink, glowing with warmth. She was surprisingly pretty…

When our time tutoring was over, I followed her out into the parking lot where she headed toward a tomato red pickup truck that looked like it was made circa 1950. The vehicle was ancient; I was amazed it still ran. Something compelled me to run to catch up to her before she got into the truck.

"Hey Bella! How's everything going?"

She looked at me with wide eyes of confusion. "Uh, fine, thanks," she mumbled, searching for her keys in her heavy messenger bag.

I didn't want her to leave yet, so I tried to think of something else to say. "Wow, tutoring really sucks, doesn't it? I've never been so bored in my life."

"Yeah, that must have been really terrible for you," she said sarcastically. I didn't know where this hostility was coming from.

"Wow, harsh much? I'm just trying to be friendly."

"Is this your idea of small talk?" She asked me bitterly, anger at not being able to find her keys vented on me. "I don't need you to pretend to be my friend, I know your kind."

My own indignation caught me in a sharp mood. "Look, don't pretend like you know me!"

"Oh, but I do," she replied quickly, her chocolate brown eyes digging into mine. "Why, you're Edward Masen. You sit at lunch table seven with Jasper Whitlock, Rosalie Hale, and the Cullen siblings, the most popular kids at school with the worst reputations, if not actual records. Your only true love is your car. The outfit you're wearing is made to look like you don't care, but it's actually all designer, probably picked out by Rosalie Hale who is a bit of a fashionista. You dazzle practically every woman who walks by you-"

"Except you, apparently," I added gruffly.

"Oh, and I almost forgot! You spend your weekends torturing kids like Mike Newton and Tyler Crowley because they worship the ground you walk on! How's that sound?"

I glared at her. "Thoroughly predictable. Nothing I haven't heard before. Though, I'll remind you, it wasn't me who convinced Newton to jump."

"Are you going to go visit him in the hospital, then?" Bella retorted. She had me there.

"Newton has nothing to do with this. I already told you, I was just trying to be friendly."

"Sure you were," she laughed sarcastically. "What happened to 'I don't want to try to be friends?' from Monday, huh? Your character is so typical…" After her laughable impression of my voice, followed by the analytical musings, she once again started searching through her bag, looking for her keys.

"And how would you know what kind of a person I am? You learn it in that precious book of yours?" I asked rudely, pointing to her copy of Wuthering Heights that was sitting on the hood of the pickup.

She ignored me and continued ripping through her bag, until the silver keychain fell out and landed in a puddle at her feet. She sighed and bent down to get it, but I beat her to it, picking up the key and slamming in on the hood of the truck, walking away as fast as possible with my anger to accompany me.

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