Okie dokie. I know I've been a terrible, terrible updater. I'm sorry! But I'm going to try to be better for you guys, I promise. Anyway, disclaimer time! I don't own any of the Twilight Saga Characters because it turns out that wishing on shooting stars doesn't actually work. I'm still crossing my fingers that maybe there's a two to three week delay since the stars are so far away from us… A girl can dream! But here's the next chapter. Enjoy!

~Kiela

Kill. Me. Now.

Biology is a fate worse than death. You think I'm kidding, don't you? Well, how about you sit in class for 55 fricken minutes while Mr. Stupid-face-Banner drones on and on about things I learned in the 7th grade. I'm a senior in High School for crying out loud! Either teach me something new, or dismiss class already.

Don't get me wrong, usually Mr. Banner was pretty cool. He let me get out of the labs we had that required dealing with blood and other gross things. Like dissecting a cat as a class last week. Holy crap that was disgusting. I hit the hallway at a dead sprint as soon as the poor, dead cat was unveiled. But this class period was dragging on, and on, and on! Someone, anyone, get me out of here!

To occupy myself, I drew a comic of a girl sitting at a desk in a classroom. The girl then proceeded to hit her head against her desk top repeatedly until the last comic where the bell rang and she jumped out of her seat yelling "Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!" as she skipped out the door.

In hind sight, I probably should have paid attention to what Banner was saying still. Then I would have seen him walking down my isle and stopping in front of my desk. And, the large, wrinkly, white hand that slammed down on my desk, right over my drawing wouldn't have been such a surprise.

I looked up guiltily into the amused face of Mr. Banner.

"Why hello there Bella. Welcome back to my class. What are you drawing there?" He asked as he picked up my notebook I'd been drawing in.

"Well, uh…..I don't really…" I stuttered out, not sure what I should say. "Sorry Mr. Banner, I was just illustrating my need to crack my skull against my desk so that I don't have to listen to your incredibly boring lecture" just didn't sound like something he would take very well.

He looked over my drawing, his lips quirking up a little in a sort of smile, and then walked back up to the front of the room. My notebook still in his hand. He sat down at his desk, ripped out the page with my drawing, and then ripped a strip of tape off his role of masking tape. He stood back up, walked to his bulletin board off to the right of the marker board, right in the front of the class room, and taped my drawing up for everyone to see.

Dear lord, why? Did I commit some terrible sin in a past life that made me deserve to be embarrassed all the fricken time?! Was this my punishment?! I folded my arms and laid my head against them as I waited for the bell to ring.

I heard snickers coming from the desk next to me, and without picking my head up, I kicked Jasper in the shin for laughing at me.

"Ouch! Oh come on Bella, it's funny and you know it!" He whined as he scooted his chair back so he had room to rub at his sore shin.

"No. You suck." I mumbled, keeping my face pressed firmly to my folded arms.

Jasper started saying something else, probably something that would have earned him another swift kick to the shin. But, before he could get it out, the bell rang out signaling the end of my nightmare of a class. Trust me when I say I was the first person out of that classroom. Okay…so maybe the 10th one. But give me a break! My seat was literally at the very back of the class room, so 10th is still pretty freakin fast.

I speed walked to my locker, elbowing some people and stepping on the toes of others. Once I got to my locker, I opened it, shoved my head inside, and closed it as far as I could. Hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. And sometimes that requires sticking your head in your locker to try and get a little bit of peace and quiet.

"Uh…Bella?"

My locker door was pulled back just enough for me to see the confused face of the new boy from Monday morning. He'd been catching rides with us to school now. He was cool enough, I guess. What was his name again? John? Jed? Jack? Oh yeah, Jake.

"Are you….Is everything okay?" He asked, clearly concerned for my mental well-being.

I pulled my locker door out of his grip and returned it to its closed position.

"Ask questions later buddy, need quiet time now." I mumbled, face firmly pressed against the soothing, cool metal of my locker.

An irritatingly loud laugh echoed in my ears, probably because I had my ear pressed against metal.

"Dude, she's fine. She does this every once in a while. It's just our job to stand here until she's done in case some jerk-wad tries to bother her. Trust me, she needs her quiet time."

I could only guess that Emmet was showing Jake the scar he had behind his ear. Emmet tried to pull me out of my locker once. I hit him with my backpack upside the head, but I forgot I had a pencil in the outside pocket. So, Emmet got a cool new scar, and the boys learned to never try and pull me out of my quiet time.

I took some deep breaths, ignoring the boys talking right next to me, and tried to get into the zone. The zone where teachers didn't embarrass me, friends didn't annoy me, and everyone just left me alone! Except for Edward. Gah! No, bad Bella! Zone, get in the zone. Just think of the alphabet backwards. Yeah, okay I'll try that.

Z, Y, X….W….T…..U, V…what comes before V? A,B,C,D,E,F,G,H,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V. Shoot! Messed up already. Okay, so that was a bad idea. Count in Spanish? Yeah. Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, seis, siete, ocho, nueve, diez. Once, doce, trece, catorce, quince….quince….FORGET THIS!

I slammed my locker shut and spun around to face to boys behind me.

"Hey Bella, feel any better?"

The scowl on my face pushed Emmet and Jake to take a step back, away from me.

"Whoa, guess not. Alright then, how about we get you home?" Emmet suggested.

Good call Emmet, good call.

"Yeah. Let's go home." I replied, turning sharply and walking purposefully down the hall and towards the parking lot.

I strode across the parking lot, walking through groups and ignoring pleasantries. Emmet drove us this morning, so I made a bee-line straight for the monstrosity that he called a Jeep. Edward and Jasper were leaning against the beast chatting, but when they saw me they straightened up. Jasper walked around to the other side to avoid me, and Edward walked towards me with his arms out. I walked straight into them and pressed my face hard against his chest.

"Bad day, huh?" He said, chuckling lightly.

"You have no idea." I said back, but my face was buried in his shirt, so it came out as a garbled, gibberish mess.

I could hear the doors opening and closing as Emmet, Jasper, and Jake got into the Jeep. Edward and I stayed in our position for a few more minutes until he tugged me towards the Jeep behind us. He had to give me a boost since Emmet decided to jack up the beast and put tires half my height on it.

We drove home in relative silence with just the radio going in the back ground. We pulled into my drive way and everyone hopped out. We piled into the house and began our regular ritual. Jasper grabbed the pizza rolls out of the freezer, Edward grabbed the cookie tray, Emmet turned the oven on, and I grabbed Jakes arm and dragged him with me to pick out the movie we were going to watch.

"Wow, you guys really got a system going." He joked, looking behind him at the boys that were busy preparing the food.

"You bet we do! Took forever to train those guys to make me food." I laughed, finally starting to get over my sour mood.

"Okay, so we're in charge of movie choice. Do you want to watch Mean Girls, Mean Girls, Mean Girls, or….this other copy of Mean Girls that we have?" I gave my best innocent smile and tried not to laugh.

"Well, I don't know. There are so many options!" He laughed back. "I guess we'll go with….Mean Girls!"

We could hear the groans from the kitchen and started giggling.

"Oh hush up Betty Crockers. You know you love this movie!" I shouted down the hall.

"Not when we have to watch it every Wednesday!" Edward hollered back at me.

"Why do you watch it every Wednesday?" Jake Asked. "You just like it that much?"

I gasped and clutched at my heart, "Why Jake, you should know! On Wednesdays, we watch Mean Girls. Otherwise, you can't hang out with us!"

Just then the other boys came in carrying the cookie tray of pizza rolls, the bottle of ranch dressing (because you can't eat pizza rolls without ranch), a gallon of milk, and 5 glasses.

"Alright! Let's get this party started!"

I popped the DVD in, plopped myself down in between Edward and Emmet, and grabbed a handful of pizza rolls. Nothing like watching Mean Girls with your favorite boys and stuffing your face to turn a bad day into a great day.