It had been two days since I got to Forks High, and the only thing I know about my soon-to-be boyfriend was that his name was Edward Cullen. I was very pleased to have seen that I had Spanish with him, along with this weird, bipolar pixie girl named Alice. I was glad that that bitch Bella wasn't in the class, or I would have seriously ripped her apart by now.

Today I had decided that I should make a move on Edward and show him how I feel. I had come up with the plan last night. It was brilliant. Oh shit, the bell just rang, time for Spanish! I swear the only word I know in Spanish is puto, so don't judge me!

As soon as I got to my seat, which was right next to Edward I looked at his marvelous face. He had the most perfect eyebrows, and the softest looking lips. His hair looked like he had just had some really good sex, and his eyes were dazzling. Just looking at his face reminded me of Mario Lopez without his shirt on. What a hunk! Edward scooted away from me and I frowned. Oh hell, the fuck, no! I was so going to make my move! I scooted closer to him and looked at our worksheet. We had to write the English meaning for the Spanish word. Damn this class! I looked up at Edward and smiled.

"Can I borrow your pencil, I left mine at home". I loved my double meaning to the first part of that sentence. I saw Edward cringe and hand me his pencil. Wow, that was hot. I wrote my name and his name on the paper, and then proceeded to write a few answers down. When I handed his pencil back, I let my hand drop and land on his thigh. God, it was muscular! Yet cold. Maybe I could warm it……… Edward jumped up from his seat and ran to the empty chair across the room. The teacher looked at him like he was on crack but didn't say anything and turned around. I moved my hand back to my desk and continued with the worksheet. Well, time to fail Spanish!

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It was lunch and I was sad, and lonely. I started singing in my head.

I'm so lonely, Mr. Lonely…….

Why did Edward run like that. Okay, so he was straight, point? I have never loved somebody as much as I do him, well, except for my mom, but that's whole other kind. I looked up to see the bipolar pixie smiling at me. Creepy.

"Hi", she said in a musical voice. I had never heard Edward's and I wanted to so bad. I stared at her for awhile silently asking her to proceed. She frowned.

"I understand you like my, um, brother. I just wanted to say that I hope you know he is straight, right"? What the hell!? Who the fuck does she think she is? Oprah! Of course I fucking know he's straight, why do you think I'm not with some gay guy? All they ever tell me is how much they think I'm hot, they never play hard to get. Yet Edward, was another story.

"Go. The Fuck. Away". I said this slowly and plainly so she would understand. She was so fucking weird. She mmphed, and walked away. Stupid bitch, go hide in a closet. I got up and walked away. Time for another plan.

EPOV

This was getting weirder by the minute. Brendzen kept having very disturbing fantasies about me and him. They were very hard to see. Alice was constantly telling me that I was going to falter and give Brendzen what he wanted. The hell I was! I loved Bella and that was it.

I had decided to go to Carlisle now that the Spanish incident had happened. I was playing Debussy and trying to relax. I couldn't. I just couldn't get him off my mind. I was going to have to tell him I didn't like him, and that I loved a girl. How could I tell him though? I couldn't just hurt his feelings, no matter how corny and fucked up that sounds right now.

I parked in the drive way and ran to Carlisle. He would help me, I know he would.

"Well, still having trouble with Brendzen"? He was smirking to no end.

"Yes". I mumbled. Could this get any worse?

"well, have a seat and why don't you tell me about it". I sat down on the couch and explained everything.

When I was done Carlisle was still smirking. If he wasn't so much like a father to me, I would have slapped him right there.

"It seems pretty easy son, all you have to do is upset him, and the only way who'll seem to do that is step on his Jordan's". I thanked Carlisle and walked to my room. I was so going to do that.

I was in my room lying on my bed admiring my Jordan's. I swear, if anyone stepped on these, I'd fucking kill them.

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