Disclaimer
Me: YAY! I finally own Edward! *happy dances in circles* Hmmm… What to do first? *purses lips in thought*
Edward: What? You own me? STEPHANIE! WHY DID YOU GIVE ME TO THIS LUNATIC?
Me: Whoa! Calm down there, baby. I'm gonna take reaaaaaaallll good care of you. *waggles eyebrows mischievously*
Edward: I could always convince you to let me go, you know…*purrs schmexily*
O.O.O.O (Ten Seconds later)
Me: *shakes head and wipes drool off of jaw* What in the world? Where did he go? Dang it! Stupid shiny Volvo owner! I apparently don't own Twilight (yet), its ideas, or the yumminess that is Edward Cullen.
Oh, Hell no.
BPOV
After my stupid behavior in the cafeteria, and the retreat to my classroom, I sat at my desk, steepled my hands, and rested my chin on them. Since I only had Edward and Alice in my class so far, then the rest of them would be in my later ones, probably mixed with my children. Whoopee.
I heard the bell ring, and the abundance of movement from the direction of the lunchroom. One voice drifted above the others. "-don't know why Ms. Masen," she sneered my name, "thinks she's hot stuff. I'm obviously better looking than she is." Whoever it was, she was headed for my classroom. A few quiet voices murmured assent, obviously scared out of their wits.
A cluster of girls came in, the girl in the front obviously the leader. She sashayed to a seat, swinging her tiny hips so hard I almost snorted out loud. When she passed in front of the fan at the front of the room, it blew her scent towards me and I had to bring my hand to my mouth to hide my gag. Her perfume was disgusting, or maybe that was just her. Her skin was obviously spray-tanned, as it had a slightly orange tint to it. Her mouth was twisted into a scowl, and her stick-straight dark blonde hair hung to her shoulders. The group swarmed around her desk, pretty much confirming my thought of her leadership. If her glares were any indication, she was the one who had been thinking about me.
The students milled around for a minute, when I felt a presence in front of my desk.
"Ms. Masen?" a low voice said.
I looked up and saw the oompa-loompa chick, smiling at me.
"Yes?" I replied, eyeing her cautiously.
"May I use the restroom before class starts?" she asked innocently. Too innocently, if you ask me.
Since I technically had no reason not to let her, I said, "Sure. Hurry back, though,"
She nodded and was out the door in a flash.
I waited until the class was full-minus the snotty one-, not checking for signs of vampirism, then grabbed my clipboard. I scanned the names, and only four stood out to me. Jasper Hale, Rosalie Hale, Elizabeth Masen.
Oh God. Elizabeth had always harbored great interest in my paintings of Rosalie. Had always marveled at the flawless beauty, of which I transferred from the depths of my mind on to a previously black canvas. There's no way she wouldn't be bursting at the seams with questions about everything, if she wasn't already.
I was getting slightly nervous. Where was the brat? I put my clipboard on the desk and said, "I'll be right back, guys. Talk amongst yourselves." I walked to the door, opened it, and stepped into the hallway.
To my right, at the end of the hallway-near the stairwell-I saw the back of a boy. A boy with striking bronze hair. Oh no.
He seemed to be leaning over something, and I was about to say something when I saw two orange-ish hands twine around his neck, embedding themselves in his hair. Oh, Hell no. Where, I thought, is the best place to dispose of a body?
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I said calmly, crossing my arms over my chest as I walked toward them.
She jerked back with a gasp, thunking her head on the wall. He stepped back, slid his hands into his pockets, and met my eyes with an arrogant smirk. That stupid son of a bitch.
I leveled my gaze on the slut. "You. Back to my room. Now."
She was running before I looked away.
I looked blankly at him. "Not a great way to start the year, Mr. Cullen," I said in a bored voice.
He stared back, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "If I recall correctly, Ms. Swan, we did that quite a few times awhile back. Or don't you remember?"
I stepped back in shock. How dare he ask if I remembered? He was the asshole that left it all behind! (A/N The name mix-up is crucial to the plot….)He apparently realized what he had insinuated and cast his gaze down to the floor. "My apologies. That was incredibly inappropriate."
Nooooo... I didn't know that. Newton had told the teachers that we couldn't give anybody detentions today, so he was very lucky. I told him as much and he nodded, turning to get back to class.
When he rounded the corner and disappeared from sight I leaned my back against the wall and sighed heavily. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was PMSing.
I swear; that boy was going to be the death of me.
Sooo? Y'all miss me? I thought so. My computer's been broken, but luckily all of my files were unharmed. Please review!
The snotty blonde chick that was gettin her smooch on with Edward is based off of my sister, Ashley, a.k.a. xoxoSoftballTwihard28xoxo. She's not really a brat, but I had to make it fun for me, now, didn't I?
