Anti-Social Behavioral Order by SoapyMayhem
Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or Misfits.
Special thanks goes out to my pre-readers CaraNo and Twimarti! Thanks ladies!
So far the consensus is - Edward is a douche-nozzle. Don't worry though, Bella is gonna set him straight. Just put up with his arrogant ass a while longer, and I promise you won't be sorry!
Chapter 4
**Edward Cullen**
Moments later, after Biker Bitch had gone into the building, a little yellow Volkswagen Beetle pulled up, and a short childlike girl hopped out of the appropriately tiny car. She checked her face in the side view mirror, since apparently she didn't have rearview mirror inside the thing.
Laughter erupted from deep within when I took in her ridiculous appearance. She looked like she'd been dressed by Rainbow Bright's crack-head mother.
At the sound of my abrupt laughter, her head shot up in my direction. I didn't even attempt to stifle myself. Honestly, I couldn't give a shit what these lowlifes thought of me. I knew my attitude was disgusting, and if my mother knew, she would have promptly smacked me upside the head for it, but this girl really did look fucked.
She was looking all kinds of bat-shit crazy with her mismatched socks, Grateful Dead t-shirt, rainbow striped leggings and three fucking layers of skirts, but it was her weird ass hair that was the cherry on the cake – short, inky black strands twisted into tiny little dreads that looked like little spikes poking out of her head.
She stared at me confused for a moment, but then waived at me like I was her fucking buddy or something.
Her cheerful demeanor took me off guard, which pissed me off. I simply wasn't sure how to react, so I quieted my laughter and sneered at her, but that only ended up making her laugh at me instead.
Feeling irritated and angry, my scowl deepened. Suddenly, I was no longer interested in watching these fucking people anymore.
Realizing, I hadn't seen her exit the car, I glanced over in Rosalie's direction and found her preening herself. She was goddamn ridiculous - I mean, it was fucking community service and she thought she needed to look like a beauty queen? We were going to be cleaning graffiti picking up trash off the side of the goddamn highway and she was sitting there plastering her lips with fucking baby pink glitter gloss shit. Idiot.
Annoyed, I glanced at my watch seeing it was 5:52am. I figured I'd need time to change into the horrendous orange jumpsuit the center provided for all the future convicts of America.
Once I stepped inside the building, I resigned myself to the fact that I needed to find a way to amuse myself, to make this fucking place interesting or I was going to end up committing suicide before the end of the summer. No sooner had the thoughts crossed my mind, I realized that the shit-hole community center was actually good for something. The place was so fucking cheap that they only had space for one locker room.
We were co-ed.
I chuckled as Rosalie and Pixie angrily grabbed their jumpsuits out of the lockers and took them into the empty stalls.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," I shouted after them, hoping they'd come back at get naked. Rosalie gave me the finger, while Pixie ignored my comment.
Looking around, I noticed Gothboy was already dressed and sitting in the corner with his arms wrapped around his knees. That only left the Biker Bitch.
As I passed by set after set of lockers looking for her fine ass, I came to the last aisle. Unable to stop myself, I sucked in a quick breath in response to the epic deliciousness on display mere feet away.
Goddamn... that girl was the epitome of my thirteen year old wet dreams.
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