"Illegal Russian spy that is plotting a terrorist attack?" I said into the receiver. "You couldn't make it a little more believable?"

"I'm just having fun, Bells." Protested Cooper from the other line.

"You didn't happen to watch Salt lately, have you?"

"Huh?"

"Point being, this isn't a movie. It's ridiculous! And no joke, that movie kind of sucks too. But that's beside the point!"

"Wait, but how did you even know about the plan? I didn't even tell you yet."

I sighed. "Alice is like, psychic or something."

"She's what?" He asked, completely flat.

"Psychic or something" I repeated.

"What?"

"PSYCHIC OR SOMETHING, you dimwit!"

"Oh. True. But like, what?"

I sighed again. I knew this sounded crazy. "We were mid conversation when she looked at the Exit sign and suddenly knew about our plans."

". . . the Exit sign told her?"

"Yes."

"And you saw this happen?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"Hmm . . ." He replied, seemingly deep in thought. "I gotta go eat dinner, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye."

"Bye."

Click.

I continued to browse Facebook, cursing Alice for not having a profile.

I would so be in her top friends. . .

...

I was late when I got to Biology, and apparently someone had taken my spot.

Sitting at my desk was Edward Cullen - Alice's brother, from what I knew by my creeping.

I sat in the chair beside him, seeing as it was the only empty seat, and was just about to introduce myself when I saw him cringe away from me.

What a dick.

"Hi," I said. What the fuck is your problem?

He looked like he was about to throw up.

Insulted by his non-reply, I flipped my hair to create a wall between me and Dickhead.

This causes him to fall out of his chair.

I find this hilarious.

Why?

I don't know, but I made an effort to flip my hair as many times as I could.

Flip.

Cringe.

Flip.

His pencil is shattered.

Flip.

Another pencil.

Flip.

This was YouTube.

I didn't care that I probably looked psychotic, constantly flipping my hair. But Willow Smith did it and now she has a music video.

Whatever.

Flip.

"Sir I need to go to the bathroom!" He cried, running out of the room.

What a weirdo.

Edward didn't come back the entire class, and I respectively took my rightful seat back.

Silly albino, taking my seat.

...

I was on my way to English when I nearly crashed into a curly-haired Cooper.

"Cooper,"

"Hey Bella."

We were standing outside of my English classroom.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have Phys. Ed.?" I asked him.

Cooper looked a little bit embarrassed. "Yeah . . ." He muttered.

I raised my eyebrow at him. I looked directly above us and saw the Exit sign. The sudden realization almost made me laugh.

"Cooper, were you staring at this Exit sign?"

"No," He defended, but I knew him better than that.

"You so were."

"Fine. I was."

"And?" I pressed on.

"And what?"

"What did you discover." I said, waving my hands around all mysterious-like.

"Nothing." He stated.

"Exactly. Because it's just a damn Exit sign." I said, smacking him in the head."Go to class Coop."

"But it's so fascinating! I need to find the meaning behind it." He said, evading another one of my swipes.

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to English."

"Later."

Walking into the class, I saw Alice there, already with her books out.

I squirted my mouth with my new peppermint spray.

Oh yeah.

Alright, let me explain the Russia thing.

I just wanted to throw something in there to sorta reveal a little bit of Cooper and Bella's character.

Naturally, I thought of the most ridiculous thing I could.

Deportation to Russia. Haha, and I love it.