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4. Quatre
Dear future whomever,
I hate him.
I hate him with a passion.
I hate his constant taunting and his piercing green eyes that always seem to pick out my flaws.
I have to tell you reader, if you ever do come in contact with a certain Edward Cullen, just turn around and run. I know it seems dramatic, but I'm serious.
It's the second week of senior year and the second week of having to sit next to him in biology.
If he's not laughing at any mistakes I make in the lesson, he's laughing at me behind my back in the hallways when I walk past.
It's always been this way; ever since kindergarten.
Enough about idiotic morons with hypnotic I mean annoying eyes.
I'm not going to let him get to me, I won't let it show. I mean besides, as Audrey Hepburn said: 'Elegance is the only beauty that never fades.'
I have her picture stuck on my wall by the way; right next to Marilyn Monroe.
What can I say? I have a fifties heart.
And a fifties fashion.
And it's what Edward never fails to poke fun of apparently.
That's it.
I'm going to confront him - tomorrow.
Wish me luck.
Until next year,
Isabella
He could feel his guilt shower over him as he remembers.
"Dude, I swear the day you get to Isabella is the day I'll lose fifty dollars," Emmett hollers in the already crowded hallway.
"Shut up man," I punch him in the shoulder so he would keep his damn mouth shut, "Isabella's easy, it's just her weird clothes that freak me out man."
"No way, you're just making excuses now," Emmett bawls out.
"Me make excuses? Do you have any idea who you're talking to? I'm Edward freaking Cullen and I'll prove it to you,"
"Well you can prove it now," he glances sideways behind me, "Coz the stiff's on her way past,"
"Just get that fifty ready dude," I can't help the laugh at her expense as I glance her way with plans already forming in my mind as Emmett hollers out laughter.
Her face, I'll never forget, flashes with such kitten-like anger as she makes her way to us.
"Yo stif- I mean Isabella," I drawl out, turning on my 'player' charm. I was going to get Emmett's fifty dollars in no time.
Before I can register what the hell just happened, there is a stinging pain on my cheek and she's screaming at me.
"That's for the constant taunting not thinking that I was ever going to fight back. Well here I am defending myself! It doesn't feel so good does it? Huh?" She pushes me into the lockers behind me, "So now you can leave me the hell alone!"
I don't even have time to reply before she turns around on her heel and stamps away. She's all style and sophistication and she just took my breath away. Literally.
"Dude…" Emmett attempts to whisper and I almost think he's going to ask if I'm alright. "You totally owe me that fifty bucks, I'll take it through credit card, or good ol' fashioned notes." He's laughing so hard right now with tears streaming down his face.
"No way man, I'll get her," I promise.
I'm not sure if he heard or not.
He shouldn't have promised that.
He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have. He shouldn't have.
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