Hey guys. if you havent guess by now, i'm trying to update every other day. i really do try, but i end up getting to distracted by something and end up for forgetting or by the time i remember, it's too late and i dont feel like reread it and writing my AN. but its not like it matters much because my AN's are surprisingly short lately.

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Chapter IV

(Epov)

I headed outside as soon as my last class was over. I figured the sooner I get outside to meet her, the sooner I would be over and hopefully no one would see me with her. I didn't mean to be mean about it, but it wasn't Rosalie. I couldn't be seen with Isabella.

When I got outside, I saw what she was talking about when she said I would not being able to miss her car. Or should I say that mistake for one? Alice and I were the only ones with brand new cars at my school, but her dull red Chevy truck stuck out in a lot full of gently used ones, it looked like it shouldn't even be there. I couldn't help but wonder where the hell did she get that thing and how the hell is still running. It was dented in the both of the bumpers and the paint was chipped and fading. The windows were marked and scratched. The rims were so rusted; I was partly surprised they didn't crack under the pressure of the rest of the car. It looked as if it's been through some kind of hardships or something.

I really didn't want to wait by thing. I felt embarrassed just standing by it and no one was even outside yet. I could only imagine how she felt actually driving it. What if someone came out and saw me? They might think it's mine; that my family and I were low on money or something. Geez, I'll never hear the end of it

I started to lean against the truck, but then thought quickly against it. The paint could chip more and get on my jeans or the rust might stain my jacket. Even if I'm just going to practice and will change out of my clothes anyways, I could walk around with stuff on my clothes. I will just stand next to it, but not too close because of the wind blow some loose something on me.

I would have turned and left if there was even one other person here. But I needed to stay and wait for her simply because I needed to pass and I really needed her help.

I couldn't believe Alice when she suggested I actually go to Isabella for something. She had to remind me of what may happen if I don't pass my classes. She also reminded me that Isabella was the only one in my grade who's been getting all A's and has been number one in class every year since her and I were in sixth grade.

I really had no other chose. I was willing to just about anything. I even went as far as to ask her out to the Homecoming dance, which is the most important dance, besides prom of course. The Homecoming dance sets the tone for the rest of the year and I was planning on setting that with Isabella. I gave a mental shiver at the thought. I must have been really desperate. I was a little surprised she actually didn't say yes as soon as I asked like I thought she would.

I still couldn't believe I had to actually beg her. I never had to beg for anything in my life. Anything I ask for I just get, no begging or pleading required. Who the hell was her to make me to do otherwise? It sucks to say, but she was the damn solution to my problem, that's who.

I was glad to see her walking towards me, only for the fact that I wouldn't have to stand her for much longer and I could get to practice.

"Do you mind?" she said for the second time today. I didn't ask this time as I moved of out her way.

"Where the hell were you?" I demanded as I watch her look for something in her bag. She should have been out here way before me. Didn't she know I had somewhere important to be?

She didn't answer me as she pulled her keys out her bag, which I guess is what she was looking for. "Sorry, superstar, I was talking to my friend." She said she closed the pocket she got them from before putting her bag in the back of her truck

I smiled. I should have known. She couldn't wait to tell her only friend that someone actually was talking to her; and me no less. No worry she took so long. "Oh that's why." I said a loud.

"Please enlighten me."

"You were telling Rosalie about our deal." I stated. She laughed. "What?" I asked.

She turned to me. "You saw how she reacted when you approached us the first time; you really think I would be rushing to tell her?" she asked. When she puts it like that, I guess I could see what why she laugh. She tends to laugh every time I imply something like that. maybe she really doesn't like me like all the other girls do. This is a first. "No, I was making sure she was still coming over my house after she went to see her brother." She said before turning back to her car. "In other words, I was making she sure didn't come out before we done. It was quite the opposite of what you were thinking. She doesn't know and I would like to keep it that way." She said as she did some weird trick to open her door.

"Why?" I asked. It shouldn't be because she was embarrassed by me. if anyone should be embarrassed by this thing, is should be me. she should honored.

"Nothing you should really worry your perfect little head about."

The word made me smile again. "Perfect, yeah that seems about right. man, I never get tired of hearing the truth."

She gave a cough before looking over her shoulder to me. "You haven't had the chance to look up the word 'facetious' have you?" she asked with a smile.

I rolled my eyes. "No." I said like it should be obvious, which it should be. It was like I had a dictionary or something on my phone. "Why?" I asked again.

She chuckled. "No really reason. I suppose it doesn't quite matter yet." She said before turning back to her car. She tucked a strain of hair that came out her ponytail behind her ear before leaning in her truck. She did something I couldn't see when she did. While she was working, I couldn't stop myself from looking at her. I figured it couldn't hurt to see how far she was from being an actual girl.

When I did, I saw she wasn't exactly as far as everyone thought. I didn't want to admit it, but she actually looked kind of good from where I was looking. Well, okay, really well. I had to say, the way she leaned over like that almost gave her a nice looking body; even in the loose clothing she was wearing.

Wait, what? It took me a while to realize what exactly I was doing. I was checking out Isabella Swan like she was Tanya or, hell anyone else in the school. If that happens again, I might need my head checked.

It was a good thing she was finally done and pulled herself out of the cab. She closed her door before turning back to me. When she did, I heard the engine running behind her. "Sorry about that." she said as she fixed her shirt. She fixed her glasses. "Now to the matter at hand." I gave her a look telling her I really didn't get her. She smiled. "I believe we're here to discuss the matter of me tutoring you." She said. does she really have to talk like that?

"And, will you?" I asked, wanting to get to the point.

She sighed. "I thought about it; and probably against my better judgment, I have decided to help you with your studies."

"Seriously?" I asked. I was in a way, surprise. The way she kept walking away and saying no to me, I didn't really expect her to break like that. but I guess I shouldn't be as surprised as I was.

She shrugged. "Yes; just don't make me regret it, please."

"Awesome. And you won't, I promise. Now if you excuse me, I have somewhere to be." I said before turning away.

"Wait." She said behind me. I paused and turned back to her. "I was half joking before when I said you need to make it worth my time, but I'm serious." She said.

"Okay, so how much do you want; ten, fifteen dollars an hour or something?" I assumed.

She snorted. "Thanks, but no thanks. And before you offer, there's nothing that you have that I want. But I do believe there is something you can help me with."

"What do you mean?" She turned her head away from me. then she mumbled something under breathe. "What?" I asked.

She sighed and turned back to me. "I said you were right." she shrugged. "In the hall, when you assumed what you did. I didn't deny it because you were right."

"So you do like Jasper?" I asked to be sure.

She rested her head on her fingertips and shook it. "I can't believe I'm seriously talking to you about this." She mumbled before lifting her head. "Yes, I do. A lot. So much so, that I want him to ask me out." she admitted. While she was talking, I saw her cheek get redder with each passing word.

And that's why I tried hard to hold it in, but I failed when a choked laugh came out. she looked at me. I cleared my throat so it wouldn't happen again. I knew I was right. I just can't believe a girl like Jasper more than me. I mean girls did like him, they just they didn't prefer him over me. but still, she had to know there was like no way they would be together. Maybe I should remind her. "Sorry. Uh…how do I say this as nicely as possible? Jasper, he's nice and he probably would before I would, but he knows he has a reputation and he's probably not willing to…"

"I'm very much aware, thank you." She stopped me with a snap. I tried to be nice, but sometimes the truth isn't. She sighed hard. "And that's why I need your help."

"Why do you need my help? What can I do?"

She thought for a second. "How I could put this so you will understand? I need you to help me…change. You show how to dress, how to talk, basely how to hang around you and your football crowd. Once he sees me differently, he would see that I'm my own person and not just his sister's sidekick." She explained.

I gave small chuckle at the way she described herself. I've heard her being called a lot of things, but "sidekick" wasn't one of them. it was funny. I was surprised no one has thought of it. "Okay, let's say somehow I help you enough where you can change into someone he will notice, I can't do it in time for the Homecoming dance next month."

She responded with a chuckled. "I guess I shouldn't be shocked you didn't get the hint back in the hall."

"What hint?" I asked.

"The one to let you know I don't care about that dance. I never have."

"Then what…"

"I want him to ask me to a dance, just not that one." She cut me off again. I think I don't like her doing that. if this thing between us will work, things like would have to stop.

Then I realize what she said. the only other thing was even important enough to worry about was "Prom?" I questioned. "You want him to ask you to prom?" I asked. She looked away and gave a small shrug. I did not see that coming. I guess it would make sense she wanted that one. It was the last and biggest dance for any high school student. It was at the beginning of June, so that should be more than enough time for her to do what she wanted, depending on how much she really want to change, I mean. "Okay. I could try, but there's no way I can guarantee something like that. You do realize there is a possibility that he will not ask you, or that he will he even like you."

She looked at me and smiled. "Wow, you have some way with words." She said rolling her eyes, which told me she wasn't serious. "And once again, I am well aware of those possibilities, but I would still like to try."

"Yeah, but…'

She stopped me by giving a hard and annoyed sigh, if s telling me to shut up. Then she stepped in front of me. "Look, you want to play football and run track, but you can't do it without making the grades you need. I can help you. I will do everything I can to make sure you end each semester with an B or higher. However, I will not do it if you don't help me. Once I get his attention, your work is done. Anything that happens between him and I after that will not concern you so you don't have to worry about it. If he doesn't ask me, I won't blame you. However, if you don't even help me try, I will. This is the only way I help you so do we have a deal?" she asked as she held out her hand.

I looked at it. I had to say, it was more of a win for me; even she sees it. Like I told her, he probably won't even like her, let alone ask her to something like prom. Even though he doesn't compare to me, she will have some competition in that department. Hell, it's most likely he will not like her. If anything, he would still think of her as just a friend. And the worst part would be she won't even be his friend, but a friend of his sister.

But ever way, I will have my perfect grades and she still won't have Jasper. It was mean for me to know that and still take her up on her offer. But like she said, once she got his attention, even just a little, I will be done with my part of the deal. Like I said, it was more of a win for me so I would have to be crazy as all hell not to make this deal with her. I was a lot damn things, but crazy was not one of them

So I smiled and shook her hand. "Yeah, we have a deal."

She smiled back. "Exquisite." She cheered as she removed her hand from mine.

I was getting real tired of hear using words like that. Were they really necessary? "What the hell does that mean?" I asked in an annoyed tone.

She rolled eyes. "It means…" she started. Then she stopped and smiled. "Actually, look it up. I know I said that before, but this time I mean it. Then, if you can remember it, I would like the definition when you meet me here at nine on Sunday. Consider it your first assignment." She said before turning to get in her truck.

"Nine; like in the morning?" I asked before she could closed her door. She looked at me and nodded. "But I have a game Saturday night." I told her.

She shrugged. "Then you should have no problem meeting me here Sunday morning." She said.

"But…"

"See you Sunday, Edward. And please, don't be late." She said before closing her door then driving away from me.

I looked at my watch. Speaking of late; I was running about ten minutes late for practice. I sighed hard and ran to the gym building. When I got to the locker rooms, I changed as quickly as I could before running to the field. When I got there, I saw they were setting up for a play, with James in my spot. There was a reason he was the back-up quarterback. He was only put there if I was injured or sick. But I was perfectly fine.

I took a step towards the rest of the team, but I got stopped. "So nice of you to finally join us, Cullen." Coach said after placing an arm in front of me, blocking my path. "You're late." He explained like I didn't already know.

He looked at me for my excuse. "I…uh…was handling something important." I told him.

"More important than your team?" he asked. I wouldn't say that, but I would say that if I didn't handle what did, I would no longer be on the team. Still, I wouldn't say it was more important. I shook my head. Coach sighed at me. "You know what to do." He said as took his arm back and looked at his clipboard.

It was my turn to sigh hard. "You want me to run two laps, right?" I questioned. I never wanted to run those damn laps around the fucking field he made us run when we're late. That was why I tried to always be the first one here.

He looked at me and gave a thinking hum. "No. I want you to run four." He corrected me.

I looked at him in shock. He couldn't be serious. Either that or I misheard him. "What?" I exclaimed. It was my first time being late. Why the hell would I have to run so many? "But that's double than everyone else." I reminded him.

"I know."

"Then why do I have to run so many?" I demanded.

"Because you're the captain and if you can't be here on time, what's the point of anyone else showing up?" he asked. He looked back at his clipboard.

"Coach, that's not fair."

He signaled down the field without looking at me. "Better get started if you don't want miss anymore of practice." He looked at the team as the finished a play. Then he looked at me. "James is doing pretty well; maybe he should start on Saturday's game." He said to me.

That was fucking unfair. He knows I hated the thought of giving my backup my spotlight, which is how he gets me to work harder anyone else. I gave a hard and annoyed sigh. I started jogging to start my first lap around the football field. "No one cutting corners or I will add one." he called after me. I temped to flip him off, but I resisted.

Me having to run laps is totally Isabella's fault. Damn that girl for making me late like this. Why could she just give me a damn answer in the stupid hall? Why the hell did she have to make wait afterschool? Just because she had nothing to do, it doesn't mean my time isn't important.

I kept running. With each turning corner, I was hating that I was wasting time doing something so stupid and useless when I could be putting my skills to a much better use. Practicing without me, we might as well be practicing to lose.

When I was finally finished with my last lap, Coach took out James and placed me back in my rightful spot for the rest of practice. And just as expected, we ran through the plays perfectly.

After practice was finally over, everyone was leaving the field. Everyone, but me. "Cullen, you stay after and help me clean up." Coach called after me. Geez, what did he want?

I told Jasper I would call him later before turning and walking back to the coach. "Why me?" I asked when I got to him. "I ran my laps." I reminded because clearly he thought it was okay to still punish me for being a few minutes late.

"I know. It's not because of that. I want to talk to you." He stated as he handed me the tackling dummies.

"About what?"

"You father. He called me and told me about the whole grade thing."

Oh, that's it. Like I wanted to be reminded of that. Hell, as if I needed to be reminded of that. Even though I think I found a solution, I still think it was cruel of my father to do something like that to his only son. Wait, maybe the coach will agree with me and wanted to talk to my crazy father. "Yeah; it's unfair if anyone ask me." I replied.

He chuckled. "I think it's a good thinking, on his part." He answered.

"What?" I asked. There goes the "maybe he'll agree with me" thing.

"Edward, do you know you scored twenty-nine successful touchdowns last season?" he asked.

I thought about it. "I guess." I answered. I thought it was more. I think it was. He was undershooting my talents, again. It's a running thing between me and this guy.

"It should've been more and it would be if nineteen out of the twenty-nine times, you ran the damn ball instead of throwing it to your clearly open receiver. Everyone knows you're good, Cullen. The bad part of your incredible skills is you know you have them, which makes you an extremely cocky S.O.B." he said before starting to walk back to the gym building.

What the hell was his point in all that? Did he ever say it and I just missed it? I groaned as I picked up one dummy while dragging the other. "What exactly was your point, Coach?" I asked as I followed him.

He sighed. "My point is, as much as I know you think it is, every game is not 'The Edward Cullen Show'. You're a part of this team, not the whole thing. And maybe if someone makes you work off the field as hard as you work on it, just like everyone else have to, you might understand that. It might teach you how to be a little bit more responsible."

I rolled my eyes. He and my father were full of crap with this whole "better grades and responsibility thing". When will they realized I don't fucking need grades to get me where I want to go in life. It's not like Elli Manning needs to know how to solve stupid equation so I know I didn't because I was twice as good as he is.

We took the things to his office right next to the locker rooms. Then he said I could go. I was more than happy because I was starting to feel the effects of those damn four laps I had to run.

My mom said dinner would be ready soon when I walked in the house. I told her okay before climbing the stairs to the bathroom I had to share with my sister. Sharing something like a bathroom with a girl was hell, especially with Alice because I swear she tries to take forever in there. Luckily, she wasn't in there when I got there so I was free to take a shower.

When I got in, I let the hot water beat on my shoulders and my back. I knew there was a reason I didn't think I like those damn laps. It was because I didn't why I never wanted to be late another practice again. To make sure of that, I will have to tell Isabella we will have to meet after football practice from now on.

I was still aching a little when I got out. I would have to take a bath or something tomorrow if I still feel this way.

As soon as I got out of the shower, I went down stairs to eat. After that, I flopped down on my bed. As soon as I did, I fell asleep. I can't believe I have to do all this again tomorrow. But good thing it was Friday.

XXX

Friday came and went without any problems. Isabella walked pass me with Rosalie like she didn't remember the deal we made the day before. She didn't even look at me. I was fine with that; no need to mess with our status quo. But I couldn't help but find myself wondering if she did tell her best friend even though she said she would. I mean she was working with Edward Cullen; that had to be big news for her. She had to feel like she needed to tell someone. Too bad Rosalie was the only person she would tell. Well, too bad for her anyways.

When practice was over, I again went right to the bathroom to take a shower. I ate dinner then went to sleep, just like the night before.

Then it was Saturday. We had our third game of the season, second home-game. It wasn't until seven p.m. so I pretty much slept for the most of the day. When my mom woke me to go the field to meet with the team before the game, I was more than ready for anything.

It showed when it was game time. The plays we worked on for the past few days worked just the way we wanted to. Even though they did, we were still somehow down by three damn points by the end of the game.

We set up. I yelled and they threw me the ball. I looked to my left, then to my right. I saw Jasper was open and a few yards from the end zone. "Damnit Cullen, we talked about this. Throw the damn ball!" I heard coach yelled from the side when he saw me hesitant. Yeah, coach, we did. I admit, Jasper was close, but I knew I could make it. So, sorry.

I ducked under the guy coming towards me and ran. I dodged the players who were trying to stop me. This team couldn't stop me on a bad day, what the hell made them think they could do it when I'm well rested and full of energy. I looked up and saw the clock still going. I bolted all the rest of the way to the end zone.

I made it like I knew I would. The crowd cheered, like I knew they would. I took off my helmet and watched the numbers change on the scoreboard. There wasn't enough time to set up for another play, so we won.

After another victory, the team did what we did best – well, second best – and we partied with our fans. This time, it was at Emmett's house. Our after game parties are maybe one of the main reasons we have so any of our fellow students there. Only the people who are at our games are able to come. It wasn't because they were invited. Everyone was; the more the merrier when it came to partying. But how can someone come to a party they don't know about? Only the people who came to the games knew because that's where we announced if it's happening or not.

Before the party was full, I saw Emmett and Rosa making out in a corner. I guess they made up. The rest was as live as it could be.

It was well after midnight when I remembered I had to wake up to meet Isabella. What was wrong with her? Who the hell wakes up before noon on a Sunday anyways? My answer, she did. That's what was wrong with her.

I was going to leave when the thought came up. Before I could get to the door, Tanya spotted and stopped me. I told her I had to go, but she said another hour would hurt me. She of course convinced me to stay. But somehow, another hour turned into an hour and a half, then two, then two hours and a half. Before I knew it, I was still here when the party was dying down and people were heading home. It was well after three when Alice, because she was the only out of the two us who wasn't drunk off their ass, pulled me in the house.

It seemed like I only got like two or three hours of sleep before my alarm clock was going off in my ear. There was never a time where I wanted to throw that damn thing against the wall so badly than now. I hit snooze and went back to sleep. It took it going off three times before I recalled that I actually had it set for a reason.

I jumped out of bed and got ready as soon as possible. When I got downstairs, I left Alice and my mom a note telling them I was out for the day and I had my phone if they needed anything. I grabbed my bag and my sunglasses, because I knew the sunlight would hurt my eyes more than it would if I wasn't hungover, before leaving the house.

When I got the school, Swan was leaning against her truck as she waited for me. I saw her look at her watch. When she looked back up, she saw me.

Crap, she looked pissed.

I got out of the car and waked over to her. "Hey, sorry I'm late, but I…" she stopped me by holding up her hand.

"Please crease with the excuses." She said, saying like one of our teachers. Seriously, does she really feel the need to talk like that? Is this how the whole time we spent together is going to be: her talking like a damn teacher all the fucking time? I spent enough time with teachers, I don't want my weekends and spare time took up by someone who wants to be one. She tilted her head to the side, then she gave a slight smile. "Since for one reason or another, I can't see your eyes. I'm going to judge by your eyebrows; so excuse me if I'm wrong. By the way your eyebrows are creased, I see that you are confused; which reminds me, you didn't, by any chance look up that word I instructed you to, did you?" I guess I was giving her a confused look again.

Wait. Crap. I wanted to hit my forehead with the palm on my hand. I probably would have if my head wasn't already hurting. I totally forgot about that damn "assignment" she gave me. "Um…no. Isabella I've been a little busy these past few days." She stopped me before I could go any further by holding her hand up and shaking he head again.

"There are two things you should probably be aware of before we start. Number one, I don't like tardiness and number two, I don't like excuses. Any confusion?" She said simply, sounding just like a teacher again.

I shook my head. When I did, I felt another shot of pain go through my brain. I groaned as I pressed my fingers to my temple. It didn't help that my glasses weren't helping as much as I thought they would.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

I gave a nod. "I'm fine." I said before covering the side of the glasses with my hand.

"What are you doing? And while I'm asking, is there a participle reason why you're wearing sunglasses in the first place when there's not even that much sunlight today?" she asked.

I sighed hard. "I have a bit of a headache. I really don't want to talk about it." I admitted.

She tilted her head to one side then the other. "This is just another assumption so feel free to correct me if I am wrong. Let's considering facts: you came late, you have a bad headache, last night there was a game, which means there was a party of some sort. I know the people you hang out with – and though I don't agree with it – I know what Rosa does at those parties. I going to assume it's safe to say you do the same thing. All that tells me that you must have a hangover this morning." She said, ending with a knowing smile. "Am I correct?" she asked.

I rolled my eyes behind my glasses. Damn know-it-all. "More or less." I admitted.

She gave a light chuckle. "Wow."

"'Wow' what?"

She fixed her glasses. Then she put her hands in the pockets of her jacket before shrugging. "Nothing. I shouldn't be shocked, really. Like I said before, I know you. Something in me told me that you do something to make me regret agreeing to this. I didn't want to believe it. Even if I did, I didn't think it would be so soon."

"What the hell you talking about?" I snapped. I felt insulted. What did she mean something told her I would make her regret this? I haven't done anything.

"I'm referring to the fact that this is our first meeting and you not only showed up late, but drunk."

"Hangover." I corrected quickly.

She shrugged. "Same difference, if anyone asks me." she fixed her glasses again before pushing her hand back in her pocket. "Anyways, I would like to thank you for showing me how serious you not going to take this. Better now before I waste too much of my time, I suppose. I'll see you tomorrow in school, Edward." She said before turning away from me. She opened her door, but I grabbed her arm before she could get in. she froze immediately.

"Look, I am serious about this." I told her when she turned to me.

"Not from where I'm standing."

I sighed hard. She was a hard person to talk to. "Okay, I know I screwed up, but haven't you ever heard of a damn second chance?"

"Maybe to be people who deserve one." she replied. She had a damn response for everything.

"Well, I think I'm of those people. I need you so I can play, remember?" I reminded her. She gave me a look to remind me she didn't care about what I loved most. Well, maybe this would help remember why we made this deal. Something she wouldn't have such a quick come back for. "Well, you still like Jasper and you still want him to take to you to prom, right?" I asked her. Her eyes widen and her cheeks redden. Damn, this girl had it bad. I couldn't help, but wonder how long did she allow this to go on without doing again about it. "You said I can help and I can. When we do your little make-over, I'll point him in your direction; talk you up, make you seem fucking awesome, like the best thing he never knew he never had. But I will only go that far if you hold up your end of the deal and help me." I told her, upping my part to something I knew she would like and something I could do.

She bent her head. "Dang it." She said softly. Then she sighed hard. "I know I really shouldn't." she mumbled, shaking her head.

"But…"

She lifted her head and looked at me. "For you information, I'm not considering this because I'll feel bad if you end not playing and somehow blame it on me. I'm simply doing it for my own senseless personally reasons." She explained to me.

"That's fine." I told her before she rolled her eyes at me.

"I will grant you your 'second chance', as you put it." I smiled. "But if you give me one more reason to regret this, I will be done. I'll just have to think of another way to attract his attention." She threatened.

"Great. You will not regret it."

She rolled her eyes again. "Sure I won't." She mumbled. She looked at her arm. "Now would you be so kind as to release your grasp on me?" she asked in an annoyed tone.

I looked down to see what she was talking about. I was still holding her. "Sorry." I said as I let go.

She placed the arm I grabbed behind her back. "Do me a favor and don't that again." she continued in that same tone.

"Why?" I couldn't help asking.

"Because I get uncomfortable when people grab me like that and I want to leave it at that if you don't mind." She looked at her watch. "We're running behind so let's get started, shall we?"

She walked around me. I turned to watch her walk. I wondered what she was doing until I realized she was going to my car. So she was still planning on doing whatever the hell it is she had planned. "Hold on." I called to her. She turned to me. "We're still starting today?" I asked.

She held her glasses by the frame. "Of course."

I smiled at her. "You think that maybe we can start tomorrow or something?" I suggested.

She gave a smirk back. "Oh Edward, haven't you guessed by now that I am very much unaffected by that charming, yet clearly manipulating, smile of yours?" she asked. Of course she was because I had to pick the one girl who was different to help me. Bet she would do it for Jasper. Even if I didn't like her like that, it might take me a while to know she chose him over me. "Edward." She caught my attention. "I don't really see a reason why we should not start today."

"Because I'm not feeling well." I reminded her.

She opened my door and leaned on it. "Um, excuse me for this might sound a tad bit heartless, but being the daughter of a police chief, I don't really have much sympathy for those who break the law and end up being punished in some way or another."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. It was just too bad she couldn't see mine. "Saying I broke the law is a little much, don't you think?"

She shook her head. "Not really. The legal age in the United States for purchasing and consuming alcohol is twenty-one years. You're only eighteen, give or take a year. Since you do in fact have a hangover, that means you were drinking last night. That, by the way, is illegal. Besides that, you're perfectly capable of spending the day with me." she said with a smiled.

I sighed hard. I can tell her always being right and finding ways to prove it thing will get on my damn nerves sooner rather than later. "So there's no chance of me going home and going back to sleep, is there?"

"Precisely. Now let's go. We've wasted enough time and the less we waste, the better." She said before getting in the car.

I rolled my eyes again before going to my side of the car. With all this trouble she's putting me through so far, I knew there was way more to come. I better get some kind of damn scholarship when this is all said and done.

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