Finally, as if by some miracle, the bell rang and I was headed to the lunch room.
"Hey, Alex, over here." Angela waved me over with her hand and I made my towards the table she was sitting at with a few other people.
"Alex, this is Jessica, Mike, Eric, and Samantha." She said, as I nodded, trying to remember everyone's names.
"Hi." I said, looking down at the table. I'd never been very good at this, talking to someone new. So, why had it been so easy to talk with Angela in the hall, or…Emmett--god, how I hated him--in the classroom. Well, I guess passing a notebook back and fourth like a coupe of 3rd graders didn't really count as talking.
"Emmett Cullen's staring at you." Jessica whispered.
I hadn't realized I'd fallen into a trance. "So?" I murmured, trying to avoid this subject.
"So, he is H.O double T HOTT!" Samantha interrupted.
"Whatever, I wouldn't care if he was the most beautiful thing on the planet, I wouldn't even want to look at someone so arrogant, and self-centered as he is." I hissed. So what if he was good-looking, it didn't matter. He had no personality, so why did I care?
"Oh. My. God. What is wrong with you!?" I looked up, startled, at the angry tone Samantha had taken. "He is so gorgeous and he's drooling over you like a fat kid with a big wallet in a candy store." I laughed, quietly, at the metaphor she'd chosen.
"Yeah, seriously, you haven't even been here a day and he's already crushing on you." Jessica smiled, a fake smile, I could tell. I knew she was jealous, just by the way she looked at me. I didn't care, she could gawk at him all she wanted, he wouldn't mind it either.
"You know, just ignore him, Alex, he'll get over it soon enough." It was Eric that had spoken and I was surprised by his words. Well, at least that's two people can count as loyal: Angela and Eric. Not bad for the first day in a new school.
"Yeah, I'm just hoping I don't have anymore classes with him, I was about to rip his head off in History." I heard a roar of laughter from our table and I wondered, what was so funny about that?
"You guys have a class together?" Jessica gasped. "Oh my god, did he sit next to you?"
I nodded.
Jessica and Samantha squealed, Angela covered her ears, Mike and Eric groabed, and, me, I just ignored them.
"Oh yeah, he totally likes you, you should go out with him!" Jessica gasped again, before continuing. "He'll probably ask you out, soon."
"And I'll probably say no." I said, leaning back in my chair.
"Your going to say no, to a Cullen!?" She yelled. I almost tipped back in my chair but was sat back in place. I looked behind me to see, none other than, Emmett, walking casually out the door. Had he prevented my fall? Either way, I wasn't going to think about him.
"What the hell…" I mumbled, mostly to myself.
"Oh yeah, totally likes you." Samantha squealed again. God, was that ever annoying. "You can't say no! Just wait, he'll grow on you." She smiled, devilishly
The bell rang before I could answer and I, almost, ran to Algebra II, wanting to escape this conversation.
When I came into the classroom I did the normal routine; I gretted my teacher, ahndied him the paper to sign, but, this time, he wanted me to introduce myself to the class. Damn…
"Uh, hi, My name is Alexandria Black. I moved here from Phoenix, Arizona. And, I guess that's it." I was, then, directed to take seat next to Eric Yorkie in the third row.
The desks were in rows so, thankfully, I didn't have to worry about someone looking at my notebook. I drew random things on a piece of paper and saved it for later, I usually like to make collages with my drawings or something.
"Mr. Cullen, Mr. Hale, is there a reason your disrupting my classroom?" Mr. Bratner bellowed. I nearly jumped out of my seat, I was so focused on my drawing.
"No sir, we were just, uh, talking about our assignment." I sighed, quietly, when I recognized the voice. I think he is stalking me.
"I haven't given one." He smirked. "Well, Ms. Black has, obviously, been paying attention to my lesson, she's been sitting here taking notes the whole class period. Perhaps I should move you, Mr. Hale, to the opposite side of the classroom and, Mr. Cullen, you can switch places with Mr. Yorkie."
"Yes sir." They mumbled and I prayed to god this was just a dream and I would wake up on the plane and I would have chosen a different school to attend and I would have never met Emmett Cullen.
"Well, hello again, Alex." I heard a soft whisper beside me and I immediately wanted to hit him.
"So, you are following me." I sighed.
"Hey, this time, I was in here first so, technically, your following me."
"Why wont you just go away?" I growled.
"Sorry, but, I'm kind of stuck here. For the whole year." He said the last part in a taunting manner.
"Okay, Emmett, I'm going to go to the store, buy a metal bat, and beat your sorry ass into next week." I hissed, through clenched teeth.
And then he did something I would never expect, even from him. He slid a fifty dollar bill onto my desk and whispered "Make sure you get a strong bat."
He winked and turned his attention back to the front of the room. I stared at him, in disbelief, as he held this smart-ass grin on his face.
As soon as the bell rung, about five minutes later, I ripped up the bill and threw it in his face. He just stood there like the idiot he was as I walked away, victorious.