Disclaimer: Twilight does not belong to me, it belong to Stephanie Meyer. Itazura na kiss does not belong to me either, it belongs to Kaoru Tada.

I'm back everyone! And I'm a high school graduate! yayyy =] This chapter has been in the works for a while. Enjoy and review please =D


Bella spent the rest of the evening listening to Esme scold Edward for leaving her stranded at school. Apparently something that Bella blurted while she was eating her dinner had set Esme off.

"Edward, what is wrong with you? I get that you 'don't like' Bella" She quoted bitterly, using her fingers to accentuate the quotation marks. "But that isn't any excuse for leaving her back at school, on a cold evening, all by herself!" I avoided Edward's glare from the dining room, where I was sitting all by myself eating my heated dinner. The arch that connected the pristine dining room with the cozy kitchen suddenly looked smaller as Esme towered over Edward, who was sitting on the sofa, presently pretending to watch TV.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it was out there for her? For you, there is no such thing as a threat. You always manage to figure things out-and you're a man, you can...actually defend yourself. But it's different for a girl, you know. I raised you up to be a gentleman, and I can tell you that abandoning a girl like that, even if you don't like her, is completely ungentlemanly." She finished, huffing and sitting down next to Carlisle on the loveseat across from Edward. Carlisle gave a stern nod, but even I could see from the kitchen that he had been staring at the football game on TV the whole time.

"Sorry, Mom." Edward gritted. Esme stared at him in disbelief.

"Don't apologize to me, Edward. It's Bella who deserves the apology." Edward huffed as he exited the living room, sneering at me as our eyes locked together.

So much for an apology.

*5 Weeks Later*

I glanced down at my homework impatiently, silently willing it to complete itself. Gazing at the wall in front of my desk, I resented Edward a little more. He managed to do all of his AP crap homework within an hour, and was always in bed by 9:00. Pathetic, right? Cause someone that's so smart should actually pull all-nighters perfecting that stupid homework. But nope, not Edward.

Living with Edward Cullen has been rather uneventful these past few weeks. He's avoided me like the Bubonic Plague, and then some. I see more of him at school than I do at home. To say that my little crush was crushed was an understatement. I didn't like him at all...okay fine, maybe a little. But that's only because of his good looks. As long as he kept acting like I was some sort of vermin, Edward Cullen was off my radar. I sighed at my desk, annoyed with my homework. The digital clock on by bedside table read 11:13. I closed my eyes and breathed evenly, trying to regain some energy to finish all this work. A soft knock at my door interrupted me. I quickly dismissed the thrill of the idea that it was Edward. No, he wouldn't approach me if he was dying.

"Come in," The dainty doorknob turned and in walked Esme, donning a bathrobe over some long pyjamas and holding a silver tray.

"Are you still working on that homework?" I turned from my desk and nodded at Esme, who was looking at me with concern.

"I brought some snacks," She said softly, holding the silver tray up and placing it on my desk.

"Thank you, Esme." I smiled, picking up a cracker and sipping on some milk.

Esme nodded in response and held up a thick pink binder, which upon closer inspection turned out to be a photo album.

"Are you up for taking a break?" Asked Esme, settling down on my bed across from me. I nodded longingly and sat beside her, eager to see some cute baby pictures. Unsurprisingly, Edward was an adorable baby. His messy copper hair hadn't changed a bit, and his green eyes had been twice as big as they are now. His square and lean jaw had been replaced by cute chubby cheeks. We suddenly came across a photo and I had to fight to remain quiet.

"Esme, who is that?" In the photo I was pointing to, there was a child who oddly resembled Edward, dressed up in a Belle costume and holding up little dolls.

"That was Edward on Halloween." My head snapped to her so quick I thought it was going to break, but I found nothing more than complete sincerity on her face. She took in my surprised face and continued to explain the tale behind the picture.

"In those times, Edward had been fascinated with dolls. He liked to control their lives like a little puppetmaster. One day he watched the Beauty and the Beast with his cousin and well, it kinda stuck on him from there. He insisted as being a princess because it was Halloween and he had the right to be whatever he wanted to be." She remembered, sighing wistfully.

"Edward looked so hopeful about the idea I could hardly deny him." She finished. I took a second look at the photo this time.

"He actually looks happy in this picture." I remarked, noticing the joyful smile that had threatened to break his face in two. Esme smiled and nodded in agreement.

"When Edward got older, he told me to burn all the Halloween pictures from that year. I burned all but this one. He looked happier than I'd ever seen him, so I couldn't bring myself my get rid of it." Is she telling me Edward is a closet cross-dresser? I avoided her gaze and looked at the interesting weaving of the rug underneath our feet. Esme took my silence as her cue to leave, hastily taking the tray with her and shutting the door behind her.

Trudging back unwillingly to my desk, I mentally debated which assignments I could realistically deal with at the moment. I tried my best on my work and went to bed in a crappy mood at nearly 1AM, having a feeling that most of the homework was going to be wrong anyway.

The next morning I woke up almost half an hour late. It's funny how quickly someone wakes up once they realize they overslept. My exhaustion soon transformed to puzzled energy as I ran around my room like a crazy chicken trying to get dressed. Then I realized I had to shower.

Needless to say, I was almost dragged out of the bathroom by a livid Edward. I stomped around my room angrily, grabbing my bag and hoisting over my shoulder. On my way out, I noticed a pink binder sitting on the corner of my desk. I halted and reached for it, snagging up a picture. Grinning out of the room, I tucked the photo into my bag and strutted down the stairs. Edward had no idea what he was in for.

By the time I had finished breakfast Edward already left for the bus stop. I had no choice but run out of the house towards the stop at full speed. I got there with seconds to spare and ended up having to stand among other morning commuters. Edward, meanwhile, sat in the back comfortably. I couldn't help but feel envious as I was jostled on the bus and had to steady my footing.

School was stressful to say the least. I barely had time to finish last night's homework, and it turned out there was an assignment due today-one that I didn't even remember of!

"Bella, that's due next period." Alice said worriedly, chewing on the end of her pencil as I scribbled away with mine. Luck was on my side today, because I managed to finish the blasted paper with a few minutes to spare. It wasn't promising, but it was something. I handed in my paper and sat by Rose and Alice, who were having a heated discussion about make-up labels. stood from his desk and shushed the class impatiently.

"Due to an unexpected meeting tomorrow, this week's syllabus was thrown off schedule. Therefore, today you are going to have a study hall. A silent study hall." He added warningly, looking at our gleeful expressions. With that, he turned back to his desk and continued shifting through the homework we had just handed in. I swung back on my desk to find Alice and Rose continuing their argument in a whisper-fight, completely oblivious to me presence.

"Swan." With that single word, all chatting in the room died instantly. Rose and Alice were pulled from their little world and were now staring over my head with a comical expression. I turned to face the left side of the room where the door was and felt my face drop. I could have sworn my jaw was grazing the smooth tiled floor, and my eyes were widened so much they were actually drying up.

At the foot of the door stood a distasteful Edward, holding a brown lunch bag and looking around unpleasantly.

"Outside. Bring your lunch." He barked as soon as he met my eyes, turned on his heel, and walked out into the hallway. waved me away absentmindedly, and I tip-toed into the hallway fearfully, clutching on to my brown lunch bag. Edward sneered as soon as he saw me.

"Esme switched out lunches." He said dryly. I peeked inside and found nearly double what I would usually eat. Did Edward really eat all that?

He must have noticed my shocked expression as I looked at the contents of the bag, because he plucked it out of my hands and tossed me the one he was holding. I managed to catch it, but not without fumbling a few times. Edward smirked at my clumsiness and shook his head.

"I'll talk to her so she won't do it again." He reassured, but to me it sounded like he was just trying to convince himself. Suddenly an idea came to mind.

"Yeah, you wouldn't want to get confused and end up, say, with my clothes next time." I muttered under my breath. Edward's eyes flashed with something I couldn't really recognize.

"What did you say?" He asked, coming closer to me. I almost lost my train of thought once I got a whiff of his cologne. Almost.

"I said, you wouldn't want to wear my uniform next time." I repeated, drawing out each syllable loudly.

"I'm a guy." He said, looking at me as if I was retarded. "I don't wear girl clothes."

"Oh, really? Because that's not the feeling I got from this!" I accused, whipping out Edward's Halloween photo from last night. His eyes flashed and I finally understood what it was-panic. He stared at the photo motionlessly for a couple of seconds before his eyes snapped to my face, horrified.

"Where did you get that?" He pulled at his copper locks desperately.

"Does it matter?" He obviously wasn't going to answer my rhetorical question. "The point is that I have it now." He continued to stare at me before snatching for the picture.

"Uh-uh, I don't think so." I said, leaping out of the way neatly. For once.

"Give me that!" He exclaimed, losing his exterior and reaching for it desperately. I stepped out of the way once again and started running away from him at top speed, cackling madly.

I knew running wasn't going to get me far. Soon Edward's long legs caught up to mine and one of his long arms locked around my waist, drawing me to him.

"Give me the picture." He breathed in my ear quietly, threateningly. Between the arm around my waist, the lean body pressed up behind me, and the warm air whispered near my ear, I was a wreck. I felt my hold on the photo slipping, but then I remembered what this picture meant. It meant power. Power over a jerk who had bully tendencies. My hold strengthened and I tried to wriggle out of his grasp. It took a whole lot of wriggling, but I finally managed to get loose for just a second. It was all I needed to take off once more.

Edward caught up in a matter of seconds. He was fast. Instead of grabbing me by the waist, he clutched my shoulder and whipped me around to face him. His hand came around to wrap around mines forcefully and pushed me back until he had me pinned on the wall with my hands above my head. Edward glanced at my face and looked uncertain, surprised. It didn't last long, because his face soon transformed into a mask that meant business.

"Give. It." He said, so close to my face I could almost feel his breath. His smoldering green eyes were darker and his breaths were coming out in tired gasps.

"No." I said stubbornly, clutching on to the picture with all the strength I could muster. My efforts were no use. Because my hands were pinned above my head, Edward managed to pry the picture out of my hands rather quickly.

"Aha!" He said gleefully, quickly tucking the picture away in his blazer. He glanced back at me vengefully. "It seems like you didn't quite get the picture." He teased.

"No," I said evenly, meeting his smirking face. "But I still have the negatives." I said, remembering the little dark strips tucked in the back of the photo album back in my bedroom. Edward's smirk fell off his face and pranced over to mine. He took a long even breath, and his shoulders dropped fractionally.

"What do you want?" He asked darkly, shooting daggers at me. He was probably counting to ten in his head...very, very slowly. I thought about his question. I knew I had to pick something quick, because he would hunt down those negatives night and day. And if he found them...

"I want you to be my tutor." He snapped his head to look at me. "You need to get me into the top fifty." For Midterms and Finals, the school posted the top fifty scores of the school. Edward was always number one. But I was determined to make it.

"I'm a not a God, Bella." He pleaded, his dark eyes smoldering above me. "It's going to take a miracle to get you into the top Fifty.

"You know, developing negatives is getting really cheap nowadays." I hinted, shrugging my shoulders.

"Alright. I'll do it." He snapped. I refrained from squealing and clapping my hands, settling for smiling hugely because I had a feeling he was about to throttle me.

"We start tonight at six. Be prepared. If you waste my time I won't resort to tutoring you again-negatives or no negatives." With that, he turned around and stalked away gracefully, headed towards his next class.

It seems there might be some hope for my grades after all.