It's been a week since the accident, and I'm sick and tired of the non-stop questions. Everyone's dying to know exactly what happened, and I can't tell them because even I don't know what happened. My dad – my real dad, the one who turned out to be gay and is now married to a really hot guy and living in Los Angeles – called me the night after the accident to check on me. I love Lucas, my stepdad, but talking to Dad was awesome. I told him about Edward and how he refused to tell me what he was on, and Dad thinks it was steroids too. Edward's been avoiding me all week, and I can't blame him. I'd be avoiding me too.

I walk into English that day, thankful that it's the last period before lunch. My stomach is already grumbling; skipping breakfast was not a good idea. I smile and wave at Angela, but she doesn't smile back. She waves frantically at me instead, calling me over to her seat. Casting a wary glance around for any sign of Blume, I walk over to Angela's seat. "Hey, Ange. What's up?"

"Oh my gosh, Jess," Angela presses her lips together nervously. "Mike asked Bella to the dance yesterday."

I can feel my eyebrows shooting towards my hairline. "What? What did she say?"

Angela shoots me a grimace. "She said yes."

I grit my teeth; Bella's well aware about my little crush on Mike. I can't believe that she'd agree to go to the dance with him after knowing that. Shaking my head slightly, I put on a fake smile for Angela. "Whatever. Mike wouldn't be any fun anyways."

I take deep breaths as I walk over to my seat at the back of the classroom, trying to keep my calm. I'm surprised to see that Edward's already in his seat, watching me with narrowed eyes. I slump into my seat, trying to take my mind off Mike and the dance. Remembering the accident and what Edward did, I look up with newfound purpose. I glance sideways at Edward, who's now looking poetically out the window. My curiosity is one of my biggest weaknesses, and I can't help but want to know how he got over to my car so quickly. Who knows, if the answer is good enough, I may be able to sell it and pay for college.

Edward turns around suddenly and meets my gaze, his eyes wide with shock. Caught in the act of staring, I force myself to smile and be polite. "'Sup, Cullen?"

He composes himself from his sudden spazz attack and smirks slightly at my greeting. "Jessica."

I turn around in my seat so that I'm angled towards him. "So guess what?"

Edward rolls his eyes a little before turning his full attention onto the smile plastered across my face. "What?"

"I'm done letting you brood," I make my 'tough girl' face, mustering all the sass I have. "Time to start talking."

"What, so you can sell it for money?"

I freeze, my eyes widening until they're the size of tennis balls. I can tell by the joking tone to his question that he isn't serious, but it still freaks me out that he somehow managed to figure out my intentions.

"… No, of course not," I say, waving my hand airily. "Stop avoiding the question."

"You didn't ask a question," Edward replies, his smirk widening. I grit my teeth, reminding myself that murder would put me in jail, and I can't go to college if I'm locked up.

"Fine," I sigh, folding my arms across my chest. "How did you get over to my car so fast?"

"Alright, quiet down."

I let out an exasperated cry as Mr. Blume walks in, throwing my hands up into the air. Edward looks over at me and shrugs innocently, that damn smirk never leaving his face. "Tough luck."

"I'll show you tough luck," I grumble, turning to face the front of the classroom. I'd get the answer out of him sooner or later.

Lunch finally arrives after what feels like three hours. I sit down beside Bella and Angela, digging right into my fries with my fingers. I still haven't said much to Bella, only because I know that something rude is bound to come out. She doesn't seem to notice that I'm pissed off anyways. Whatever. I hope she doesn't mind that Mike picks his nose occasionally.

"Blume's getting really tough lately," says Angela, taking a bite of her sandwich. "He gave me an 80 on that essay I spent all weekend on."

"Really?" I ask, shrugging slightly as I throw a French fry into the air, catching it in my mouth. "He gave me a 65. Go figure!"

Angela snickers, putting her sandwich down. Suddenly, she looks past us and frowns at something in the distance. "Uh, Edward Cullen's looking over here."

I lean past Bella and see that Edward is sitting all alone at his usual table. I want to walk right up to him and demand the answers I deserve, but I don't. Suddenly, Edward raises a hand and motions with his index finger. I raise my eyebrows, glancing at him with disgust. Who does that? That's so damn creepy! Bella's chair screeches against the floor as she stands up abruptly, and I exhale heavily as she starts walking towards Edward, relieved that it wasn't me he was calling.

I continue to throw French fries up into the air and catch them in my mouth, knowing that I'll corner Cullen sooner or later. And once I do, I'll get that secret out of him. And then I'll write an expose, send it to a magazine or a newspaper and hit the jackpot. I'll never have to worry about college ever again. I chew on the French fries happily, ignoring the odd looks I'm getting from Angela.

I feel someone tap me on the shoulder all of a sudden, and I turn around to find a red-faced Bella standing behind me. "He's asking for you."

I whirl around to look at Edward, who waves casually at me. I look back up at Bella, who's about the shade of a tomato by this point. Realizing what just happened, I bite back the urge to laugh and grit my teeth instead.

"Maybe he needs help finishing that lunch," I say, eyeing Edward's plate of pasta. After all, he is anorexic. "I better go see what he's got."

I get up and start walking to his table before I realize that I forgot the rest of my fries. I race back to my table and grab my fries before making my way over to Edward. He's smirking at me again, but I try not to let it get to me. I jerk my head upwards, wordlessly asking him what he wants because I still have some fries in my mouth.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asks, gesturing to the seat beside him. I glance at it briefly to make sure it isn't rigged before sitting down carefully.

"Why, because you got ditched by your siblings?"

Edward rolls his eyes. "Actually, I asked for a bit of privacy."

He smirks suggestively and I blink in confusion. Is this Cullen's way of flirting? Because it sucks. Mike eating an egg is flirtier than this. I can probably give him some flirting tips myself. Hell, Bella can probably give him some flirting tips.

By this point, Edward's ducking his face, trying not to laugh. I frown. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he manages, finally bringing his head up out of his arms. "Didn't you have some questions to ask?"

"Oh, yeah!" I clasp my hands over the table, narrowing my eyes at Edward. "Spill, boy. What's your secret?"

I cross my fingers, hoping that it's a new type of steroid. Edward raises his eyebrows slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips, but he doesn't let it get through. Instead, he folds his hands over the table, imitating me.

"Hm," Edward presses his lips together, thinking for a few moments. "I'll tell you… if you'll go to the dance with me."

I gape at him for a few seconds, frozen in shock. "W-what? Why?"

"Because I don't have a date," he says simply, rapping his fingers on the table. "And to be completely honest, I don't trust you to not sabotage Newton's night."

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrows at him, offended. "I was not planning on sabotaging Mike's night, thank you very much."

"Really?" asks Edward, smirking at me. I grit my teeth. Alright, so maybe I was contemplating it. But that didn't mean I'd go through with it.

"I'm not going to the dance with you, Cullen," I spit, impressed by how bitter I sound. Edward shrugs nonchalantly, turning away from me with the obvious intention of keeping the secret to himself.

"Suit yourself."

I growl under my breath. 'College, Jess,' I think, clenching my fingers together. 'This is for college. Take one for your future.'

I look back at my table, where Bella is pretty much hanging onto our every word. Angela looks up at me questioningly, but I can't exactly tell her that I'm pretty much being bribed to go to the dance with Edward Cullen. Groaning, I turn back to Edward. "Fine."

He looks back at me, raising his eyebrows innocently. "Pardon me?"

"I'll go to the dance with you," I clarify, rolling my eyes when a genuine smile appears on his face. "Now tell me what you're on!"

His smile twists into a smirk. "What would you say if I told you I wasn't on anything?"

"I'd call you a filthy liar," I say calmly, tilting my head to a side. He glances up at me, his smirk disappearing.

"I promise, Jessica," Edward says, his voice low. "I'm not on anything."

I feel my heart sink as soon as the words leave his lips. I look up at the sky and say a silent prayer for the expose that was never born before glaring at Edward. "Then how did you do that?"

"Guess," he says, his eyes twinkling like a fairy's wand. I raise my eyebrows, accepting the challenge.

"Fine," I lean back in my chair, thinking for a moment. "Are you, like, genetically engineered? Like Captain America?"

Edward's mouth curves into his trademark smirk. "Nope."

I gasp, gripping onto the edge of the table suddenly. "Thor."

"Nope," he says, laughing openly this time. He narrows his eyes, thinking for a second. "What if I told you I wasn't the good guy?"

I look up at him slowly, my heart thudding in my chest. "Oh… my gosh."

Edward's eyebrows furrow together, as though I suddenly sprouted antlers. I slap the table loudly, ignoring the glances I get from the others in the cafeteria. "Oh SHIT! You're Loki!"

Edward's head falls back into his arms as he starts shaking with laughter. I'm too excited to be pissed at his pointless snickers, so I settle for slapping the tabletop repeatedly instead.

"Ohmygosh, please say you're Loki," I beg, tapping my shoes against the floor. "That would be so awesome. I would probably forgive you for trampling my homework and being an ass in general."

Edward finally looks up, laughter still in his eyes. "No, I am not Loki. And I am not a general ass."

I let out a snort, covering my mouth with my hands. He raises his eyebrows at me questioningly, and I have to take a moment before I can reply. "General Ass?"

Edward rolls his eyes, but I can see him holding back laughter again. I let out a sigh, leaning forward in my chair. "Sorry, bud. That's all I've got."

"You weren't even close," says Edward teasingly, earning a glare from me. I fold my arms across my chest.

"Well, you have to give me a hint."

He thinks for a moment, looking just above my head. "I'm well-known in literature."

"Well, that rules out superheros," I grumble, disappointed. I sniffle suddenly, remembering something else. "And supervillains."

Edward watches me for a few moments, his eyes narrowing. "I'll give you another clue."

I raise my eyebrows and nod expectantly, leaning forward to hear his words. His voice is so low that I can barely catch it. "Your supervillains are nothing compared to me."

I lean back in my chair, now thoroughly confused. Before I can ask him to expand further on this, I hear someone cough behind me. I swivel around in my seat to find Bella standing behind me, wringing her hands together nervously.

"S-sorry to interrupt," Bella stutters, her blank expression revealing that she isn't sorry at all. "But we have to go to gym, Jess."

"Right," I mutter, grabbing my French fries off the table. I shoot Edward a 'We'll talk about this later' look. "See ya later, Edward."

"Bye, Jess," Edward replies quietly as I get up out of my seat. I look up at Bella to find her batting her eyelashes in his direction and I roll my eyes. Seriously?

It isn't until I'm in gym, kicking some ass in volleyball, that I realize that Edward called me Jess. Huh. Maybe I should start calling him Eddie.

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