A/N: I own nothing.

EPOV

"I said," I began slowly, "From where I stand, I see a narcissistic, egotistical asshole who thinks he's so much better than everyone else when in reality, he isn't worth the damn ground he walks on!"

The entire class stopped speaking at once and all eyes were on me, even the teacher's. It took me a moment to realize what I had just done and when I did, I quickly put my head down on my desk. I hoped that Jasper would at least wait until after school to kill me.

After a few minutes, the teacher continued to explain the assignment and then finally the bell rang. I quickly got up and gathered my stuff; I had every intention of getting out of there as soon as possible. I had taken one step past my desk when a hand grabbed my wrist and I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hold on there, Edward."

I turned around slowly to see that it was Jasper who had grabbed my wrist, and he had a look of pure hatred on his face. Most of the students had exited the classroom by now and the teacher was talking to one outside. We were the only two left.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" he asked loudly.

I swallowed and tried to come up with a coherent sentence, but I was much too scared to even think at the moment. If intimidating me was his goal, then he had succeeded.

I decided that I had absolutely nothing to lose.

"I think," I spat at him, jerking my hand out of his grasp, "that I'm the person you're going to have to work with on this project. And you better damn well be prepared to do your share of the work."

With that, I stormed out of the classroom without so much as another look in his direction.

The rest of the school day was as expected. This wasn't a huge school, so rumors spread like wildfire. And by the end of the day, every single person knew what had happened this morning. More than a few people feared for my life. I was one of those people.

After my last class of the day was dismissed, I quickly made my way to the parking lot in hopes of getting out before anything else exciting happened today.

Just as I reached my car and opened the door, a hand reached out from behind me and slammed it shut. I turned around to see Jasper just inches away from me, with some of his football buddies behind him. I prayed for a quick and painless death.

"You know, Cullen," he whispered as his friends inched closer, cracking their knuckles, "if we're going to be working together on this project, then I should probably get your phone number."

He shoved his phone at me and waited. I was just about as shocked as his friends were. They looked at each other as if they had no idea what they were supposed to do next.

I mustered up enough courage to take his phone and program my number into it, and held it back out to him with a shaky hand.

He snatched his phone from me and walked away, not stopping to look at me or his friends.

"Hey man, aren't we-" one of them started to ask.

"We're gonna be late to practice," Jasper cut him off without turning around. He continued to walk back to the school and his friends shrugged before following after him.

I realized that I was breathing heavily and my hands were still shaking, so I sat down in my car and collected myself for a few minutes before beginning the drive home.

My mind was going at a mile a minute as I tried to make sense of what just happened. His friends clearly expected him to beat me up or, something at least. All of that intimidation didn't seem necessary just to ask for my phone number. Besides, we were going to be seeing each other every day for the rest of the year in class. Surely he could have just asked for it then. Things just weren't adding up.

When I got home, I decided that I might as well get a head start on my homework before starting up the old Xbox. If that thing was on, no work was going to get done. That was one of the commandments I think.

I finished every foreseeable homework assignment for the next two weeks in a matter of hours and I was left staring at the project handout from History. The assignment had too many parts to count, but I guess that's what made it a yearlong assignment.

It was essentially a timeline of the Civil War, and we'd have to choose a specific event to focus on by the end of the week. We'd have to sign up for it so that no two groups would be doing the same event.

I briefly considered possible event selections when my phone vibrated. It was a text message from Jasper trying to prove to me that he was psychic. At least, that's what I got from it.

"Hey asshole. What are we gonna pick for the project?"

I stared at my phone in disbelief. He was honestly acting as if this morning had never even happened. I decided to play along.

"I don't know yet. Any suggestions?"

I'd honestly be surprised if he even knew what the civil war was. His response came quickly enough.

"I dunno man you're the smart one. Just pick something and tell me what I need to do."

If I wasn't in shock before, I was now. He was actually acting civil with me. Haha get it? Civil? Civil War? …sorry.

"So you're okay with whatever I pick? And you'll do whatever I tell you?"

I knew I was pushing it here but I wanted to see just how far I could go.

"Yes."

I smirked at my phone. I was going to have fun with this.