EPOV

I watch as she laughs with her friends she is so beautiful. I mentally slap myself; she is the weirdest girl I have ever laid my eyes on. I think now is the best time to put my plan into action. "Hey, watcha doin?" I hear Emmet call from behind me. I turn around and chuckle.

"Nothing, what about you?" I ask.

He looks at Isabella, Whitney and Rose and smiles. "She's cute I guess but her friend is hot!"

I laugh. "Emmet I don't think that she is cute at all. She's a brat."

He laughs with me. "Dude, I see the way you look at her, and I think that you should ask her out."

"Fat chance, and I don't look at her any way." I say frowning.

He smiles. "Well, I'm asking out her friend over there, the blonde." He says while looking at her. He leans against the wall and stares at her. I really don't know what he sees in her, yea she's hot but blondes just aren't my type. I think that brunettes are more my type.

"Well, I have to go charm her." I laugh. "She is going to be shackled to me for the next couple of months."

Emmet laughs his booming laugh. "Be gentle." He says pushing off the wall and walking away. "See you later."

Yea, sure, gentle isn't in my vocabulary. I watch as Emmet disappears into a classroom then I turn my attention on Isabella. I smile, a smug smile, and walk towards her. Her friend, Whitney, looks up at me and smiles. I know what she is thinking, and none of it is PG-13. I smile at her and wink, and she winks back. I think I like Whitney, she's not blonde at least. Rose looks at me and bits her lip and of course Bella is the next to notice me. She turns around and looks at me with daggers in her eyes. I can feel my smile grow. I love messing with her, it's too easy.

She turns back around and acts like she hasn't seen me. I sit down right next to her and wrap my arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to me. She pushes me away and turns away from me. "What do you want?" She asks.

I sigh. "Well, I think that unless you want the whole school to see the real you, you need to come with me to my locker and carry my books for me."

She looks at me then with her mouth and eyes wide open. "What? I thought you gave up on that, I mean you didn't bother me for a week."

"I wanted to give you time to warm up to the thought, and now that you have come on."

Her eyes narrow. "Yea, right, I'm not—" She says before I cut her off.

"Look, it's just till spring break, suck it up." I smile at her, and it's not a nice smile.

I don't think she remembers that her friends are there because she starts breathing hard and her hands clench into fists. I can't believe that she is mad she is the one that started this whole thing. Calling the cops on me? What the hell did she think I was going to do? Just sit back and let her do whatever she wanted? Okay, sure.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Fine." Wow she actually gave up, didn't see that one coming.

I stand up and put my hand out to help her up; I'm just a natural gentleman. She looks at it and raises an eyebrow, then pushes it out of the way while she stands up. "I'll see you later." She says to Rose and Whitney.

"Uh huh." Rose says, and I can see that she is going to want Isabella to tell her everything that happens. "See you at lunch Bella."

"Bye, Edward." Her other friend Whitney says looking at me under her eyelashes.

I nod my head at her and smile. She is a terrible flirt, I mean slut. I chuckle under my breath when we are away from them. Isabella looks at me from the corner of her eye and then rolls them. The smile stays on my face, today is going to be fun.

--

"I am not carrying that!" Isabella yells at me.

"And why not?" I calmly ask her. I have found out that when she is mad if you don't yell back her yelling stops. It's kind of handy to get her to shut up a little.

"Because, it's nasty." She says a little less loudly.

"It's a pair of shoes." I tell her.

She looks at the muddy soccer shoes that I am holding in my right hand and then back at me. "They are nasty." She says. "And you don't even play soccer so why should I have to carry someone else's shoes?"

"How do you know I don't play soccer?" I ask her.

"Because, I have followed you to every class and none of those 8 classes are soccer, and if you played soccer it would have to be one of your classes, dumb ass." She folds her arms across her chest and looks away from me.

I just stare at her, I thought that she wouldn't have caught that, I guess I was wrong. She has surprised me a lot today, except the clumsy part was kind of a bad surprise. She was holding both of our books and walked through the door of Mr. White chemistry class and tripped over her own shoe.

"Well, I like to play on my own time." I said, smugly.

She rolled her eyes and then the last bell rang. "Sorry, got to go, I have a life." She looked at me and smiled, that smile almost always knocks me to the ground. Again for the one hundredth time today I have to mentally slap myself. She grabs her backpack off the ground near her feet and skips away.

I sigh and throw the muddy shoes into the trash bin next to me, I will just have to buy Emmet another pair, since miss perfect couldn't carry them to my car, and I sure as hell don't want to carry those.

BPOV

I skip out of school happy to finally be out of the clutches of that…that…I sigh…him. He is so cute but such an ass. I mean he made me trip today; carrying all those books was bond to make anyone fall on their face, or even just spending the day with him could do that. I unlocked my car from across the parking lot and took a deep breath of clean, non-Edward air and it felt refreshing. Too bad I was going to have to do the same thing tomorrow. He didn't even let me sit with my friends. I can't take this much longer, him making me open doors for him, carrying his books, getting his lunch and mine, and even telling him the answers to his school work. UGH! He is a pain in the ass. But I can't give up because then the whole school will know about…well…everything and I do not want that!

EPOV

This week, no this whole month has been amazing. I don't even have to do my own school work, I have gotten Isabella to do even more than what we agreed. She is such a push over.

BPOV

My life sucks! This whole month has been horrible and it's all because of Edward Masen. He makes me do his stupid home work and if he doesn't get an A I have to wash his car. This is NOT what I agreed to at all.

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Would you like to know what the date is today?

Well I am going to tell you it is December 21 and that means that I don't have to do anything for Edward today because it is the beginning of the winter break. I smile to myself as I take a shower, today is wonderful, today and the next couple of weeks are going to be blissful. I get out of the hot shower and wrap a white towel around my body. I walk into my room and into my closet. I grab a gray pair of some of my old sweets and a red long sleeved shirt that I got from the bikers convention.

I brush out my hair and turn on my radio. Hallelujah by Paramore blasted through my room. I closed my eyes and nodded my head to the beat. I don't understand how my friends don't like this music. It makes you move that rap crap, just makes you want to cover your ears and have sex, which personally I don't really want to do until I find the right person.

I walk downstairs into the kitchen after brushing my hair and grab a Coke and a package of Oreos. I sit on the couch in the living room and grab the remote, today I was going to relax and enjoy myself.

I turned on the Television and turned the Channel to E! news. I watched as the countdown went from 10 to 1 and watched Brittney Spears mess up her life more and the Jonas Brothers talking about how their purity rings were important to them. I sighed. I wish my parents cared enough to give me a purity ring and I wish that we could spend Christmas together but of course that would never happen. I sighed and changed the channel, I refused to watch anything that made me wish for my parents. I stopped on MTV, pimp my ride was on. I usually didn't watch stuff like this but what else could I watch? Lifetime? I don't think so, that would make me hate my life. I watched as they changed a white beat up van into a 'pimp mobile,' what a name. I laughed as I saw it painted on the side of the van. Sure, what girl would jump into that van with that guy driving it. I sighed and flipped off the Television. I took a bit of another Oreo and took a deep breath. I stared out the window behind the Television and looked at the dark sky, why did everything in the cold have to be cold. Then I saw the flakes falling. I stuffed the Oreo in my mouth and ran to the front door.

When the door was completely open I smiled. It was SNOWING! Not everything is dark in the winter, I reminded myself. I ran to the hall closet, leaving the front door open and grabbed my winter coat, boats and my black gloves. I put them on and ran outside. I picked up some snow and throw it in the air. I was so content and happy right now, nothing could ruin that.

"Hey, it's snowing." I hear him call. I spoke too soon, or rather thought.

I turned to face him he was wearing a leather jacket that he had his hands stuffed in, black converse and blue jeans. He looked so perfect, his hair was messy with snowflakes making it stick to his face, and he was smiling. I sighed at his perfection. Hearing my sigh, I guessed, he raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked, his smile dropping into a frown.

I shook my head to clear it and said, "Nothing, what are you doing here?"

His smile came back. "Oh, well you are still my…well whatever you are, and I need you to read that winter reading list to me that Mr. Polk gave us."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I can't." I put my hands on my hips.

"Well, why not?" He said and his smile was mocking and I hated it, now.

"Today I am enjoying being free from you so come back later." I turned around and walked to the front door. I heard his shoes in the snow following me.

"But, you aren't free from me. So how about we just go inside and do it now, I want to get it over with, and you can get it done while you read to me."

I opened my front door and turned around to face him. He was much closer to me than I thought, he was close enough that I could smell him and it almost knocked me down. He stopped when I turned around and he looked down at me. I knew that I had to say something but I couldn't my breathing had stopped and therefore I couldn't say anything. He looked at me, no he stared at me for what felt like an eternity.

"So…" he said. "Reading to me?"

I sighed. "Fine, but I'm just doing it because I have to do it anyway."

He smiled again and I couldn't help but to smile back. "Come in." I said moving out of the way and waving him in to my house.

He nodded at me and said, "Ladies first."

I laughed. "Sure." And I turned and walked into the hallway.

He walked in and shut the door behind him. "Wow, nice place." He said nodding.

I laughed. "Yea, sure compared to what? You mansion of a house?"

He looked at me with a questioning look, I forgot that he didn't know I knew where he lived. "Nevermind." I said. "Follow me, or if you want you can lead the way to my room? You didn't forget where it is?"

He laughed. "The one with the pink walls and fairies?"

I rolled my eyes, smiling. "No, the one where you took that stupid picture."

He smiled. "You can lead the way, actually."

I laughed and walked towards my room. He followed. It felt strange to get along with him but sometimes that's how we were, I guess. The only other time we have ever been close to this was when I had followed him onto the path. But even then there was still some bad feelings. All the other times he has been making me do stuff for him or most of the time I have been yelling at him. It also felt good to be like this with him, like this was how it was suppose to be.

I walked into my room and turned around to face him. He walked in shutting the door behind him. I didn't understand why he did that but I guess he didn't think about it. I stared at him and he stared back. I knew that he hated me but I didn't always hate him. He was just a guy that had a picture of me in the shower and I hated that, but he didn't seem that bad, once I got pasted the whole picture thing.

I turned around to my bookcase. "Okay, so which book would you like to start with first?" I asked, acting like I was skimming through the books.

I heard him chuckle from behind me. "Well, I didn't get a chance to look at the reading list."

I turned around to face him and sighed. "Okay, well let me get mine so you can see it."

I walked to my backpack and pulled out the reading list. There were only 4 books on the list so it wouldn't take that long to finish the list. I handed him the reading list and he looked at it. I couldn't tell if he was actually looking at the titles or if he was just acting like he was.

"Romeo and Juliet." He said handing me the reading list back.

EPOV

I watched as she read, mesmerized. She was so beautiful, I hate that she hates me, I wish we could have met under different circumstances but since you can't go back in time I will just have to act like I hate her too. I sighed and she looked up at me from the book.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing, I'm just getting a little hungry." I told her, and it wasn't a complete lie.

"Okay, well, I could order pizza." She suggested with a shrug.

I nodded. "Sounds good, I like mushroom."

She winced. "That's nasty! I hate mushrooms, they are so disgusting!"

I laughed, involuntary. "They aren't that bad. Have you ever had them on pizza?"

Her face was disgusted. "First off, they are that bad. And second, they are nasty and I don't like them so why would I try them on my pizza?"

"Because, sometimes it's good to try new things." I told her.

She laughed. "Not a chance."

I smiled. "Well, then what do you like on your pizza?"

She smiled back at me. "Well, I like pepperoni, sausage, and pineapple."

"Pineapple?" I asked unsure.

She nodded. "Yup, it's yummy."

I chuckled. "Well, then I guess I'll have to try it sometime."

"I hope you don't think that, that is going to make me try mushroom pizza."

"Nope, I didn't think that for a second." I said and she smiled.

I noticed how close our faces were and I sat up straight moving my face away from hers but still looking at her. She looked away to the carpet. We were both quiet for a while before she stood up. "Where are you going?" I asked her, confused.

She walked to her night stand and grabbed her phone. "So, Mushroom and Pineapple, right?" She asked looking at her phone.

I nodded. "Yea, that sounds good."

BPOV

I sat in my kitchen waiting for the pizza while Edward sat across from me. We both sat there quiet, not knowing what to say, when finally the doorbell rang. I stood up and grabbed my wallet. But before I could get out of the kitchen Edward grabbed my wrist. "I'll pay." He said. "It's only right."

"Are you sure, because I am perfectly capable to."

He smiled my favorite smile and said, "I'll pay."

I nodded and sat back down. I don't understand why he is doing this, I mean he is such a jerk and he is acting like…like a gentleman.

He came back in with 2 boxes of pizza in his hands and set them down on the island in front of me. "You better be hungry because you have to eat that whole pineapple pizza."

"Is that an order or are you going to show the whole school that stupid picture?" I ask.

His smile drops and he looks down at his hands which are intertwined.

"What?" I ask.

He shakes his head.

I sigh and shrug. "Okay then, never mind." I grab the pizza box of top and look inside, pineapple. I smile and put the box in front of me. I tear of the lid so it won't be in my way and I notice that Edward is staring at me. I put the top of the lid on the floor by my chair and look at him. "What?" I ask again.

He shrugs. "Nothing." Then he grabs the mushroom pizza and grabs a piece. I copy him and grab a piece of my pineapple. I take the biggest bit I can and try to keep my mouth shut as I chew. I hear Edward laughing. I look up at him and smile but of course that makes half of what is in my mouth fall out and he laughs harder.

I roll my eyes and finish chewing what is in my mouth and swallow it. "I'm hungry."

"I have never seen a girl eat like that." He says smiling.

"Well." I say putting the bitten piece of pizza back in the box and pushing it away. "Then I'll wait till your gone." I cross my arms over my chest.

"I wasn't trying to be rude I just have never seen it. I think it's kind of cute."

I look at him and he's smiling at me. I never would have thought he would think I was cute or think anything nice about me for that matter. I smile at him. "Wow, that's nice, but it isn't cute. When it comes to pizza I'm a pig."

He laughs and that makes my smile grow. He isn't that bad once you get past the picture thing. He's actually, really cute and nice. "Don't worry about it." He says. "I'm the same way."

--

After we have finished our pizza we decide to go in the living room and watch a movie. "What movie?" I ask sitting on the floor, cross-legged in front of my DVD collection.

"A scary one."

"Well, that's a good movie." I joke. "You have to give me a name, I own a lot of scary movies."

"Okay, Saw."

"Which one?" I ask him. "I own all of them."

"The first one, it's the best."

I smile. "I know, the other ones don't compare."

He laughs and sits in the middle of the couch. I put the movie in and sit on the couch. When the movie starts the lights go off. "Wow! What just happened?" He asks.

I laugh. "My parents had it programmed in, once a movie starts the lights will automatically turn off. It's kind of handy."

"Cool." He says looking around the room. The sun is starting to go down so the room is almost completely darkened.

I watch the movie but it's hard to concentrate all I want to do is feel his hand in mine, his lips on mine, his body next to mine. I can hardly control myself, so I put my hands under my bottom and sit on them. This is the only way that I will control the urge I have.

Once I am under control I watch the movie. I start getting into the movie and forget all about the urge to do everything I want to do with Edward. I feel him jump next to me and I look at him and smile. He is terrified. "Are you okay?" I ask.

He looks at me with wide eyes. "I haven't seen this movie in a while so it's getting to me." He looks at me and sees that I am calm. "You aren't scared?"

My smile grows. "I would be if I haven't already seen this movie a thousand times, it's my favorite scary movie."

He nods and looks back at the TV. I chuckle and do the same.

--

When the movie is over and Edward has gotten out some screams we stay where we are and talk. "You were screaming a lot." I tell him.

"I didn't scream at all." He says crossing his arms across his chest.

"Okay so you were what? Just hiccupping?"

He laughs. "Okay, so I was screaming but that was scary, I still can't believe you weren't scared."

"Like I said, I have seen this movie a lot, and I know when things are going to pop out."

He laughs. "I should have picked a different movie."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Well, I wanted you to be scared so that you would get close to me and need me." He says truthfully.

I can feel the blush in my cheeks and I look down. I feel him moving closer to me. "Well…" I say but don't know what I'm going to tell him.

"Yes?" He asks. I look up at him and he is very close to me. I stare into his eyes and I know I should look away but I just can't. Everything inside of me is telling me to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. I shake my head at his question and his smile grows. "I would like to try something would that be okay with you?"

I nod. Before I know what he is doing he puts his hand to my face and caresses my cheek. I close my eyes at his touch and lean my face into his hand. His hand moves to my hair and he pulls my face towards his. I feel his lips trailing up and down my jaw bone and gasp. I never imagined that this would feel so…good. His lips stop at my chin and he kisses it. My mouth opens, involuntary. I feel his breath on my lips and my heart speeds up. Then his lips are on mine. He kisses me once and pulls his lips away. With my eyes still closed I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him back to my. I kiss him more forcefully now. I feel like I need him. I let my tongue glaze across his bottom lip and his mouth opens. I know that I shouldn't be doing this; I hate the guy, after all. But I can't control myself. My mind isn't working and my body is taking over. His arms are around my waist and he pulls me on top of him. I straddle across his waist while he leans against the couch, sitting up. I feel his hand traveling up and down my waist. I pull away to breath and open my eyes for the first time. I look down at him and he looks at me. "Wow." He says breathing hard.

I nod. "I never would have thought that I would actually enjoy that."

He smiles and runs his hand through my hair. "I have wanted to do that since I first saw you."

"Why didn't you?" I ask smiling back at him.

He laughs. "I didn't think you would like a stranger kissing you like that."

I laugh with him. "You're probably right."

"Do you want to watch another movie?" He asks.

I laugh. "Yea but I don't know if I'll be able to concentrate at all now."

He smiles as I stand up and put in a movie, without looking at the title. I sit close to him and he wraps his arm around my waist. I put my head on his hard chest and listen to his heart beat. I feel him rest his head on my chest and feel him take a deep breath. I close my eyes and let my mind wander. I listen to the movie start and then I hear my mom's voice. "Bella, get over here!" She yells.

My eyes pop open and I look at the TV. I see me when I was about 4 or 5. I am at the park with my mom and she is calling me to her. I run away instead of listening to her, I don't need to watch the rest to know what happens. I sit up and grab the remote, turning off the TV. The lights come back on and Edward is looking at me. "Sorry, I didn't know I put that in."

"It is fine; I liked seeing you when you were little. But I would have liked to see more."

I shake my head. "It's not interesting." I stand up and look at the clock on top of the TV. It read 9 pm. "It's getting late."

He stands up. "Yea, I should go."

We stand there awkwardly. I don't know if I should shake his hand, give him a hug, or what. "Well, see you later." I tell him quietly.

He nods and walks out of the living room. I don't follow. I wait till I hear the door close and sit back on the couch taking a deep breath. Why did I have to put that movie in? The movie that told everything about me, why I am the way I am, why I was crying those months ago in the boys locker room. I closed my eyes and leaned against the back of the couch. I saw the home movie in my mind but instead of it being on the screen it was through my eyes. "Bella, get over here!" I hear my mom yell. I look at her and run away. "Bella!" She yells again. But I keep running. I'm laughing this is a game to me, a game I would never play again.

She runs after me and when she catches me she throws me to the ground. She's drunk, I knew this even back then. "You are a stupid girl, do you hear me?" She yells, I look around at all the people staring at us and I feel the tears. I wipe them away before she can see them. "You will never go any were in life, you need to learn how to listen, stupid girl!" She yells. I know that this is not my mother, this is the devil, the alcohol. I know it but it hurts just as much. She pulls me to my feet and looks straight into the camera. "Bella, when you are older and you watch this you will know why I said that. Now, Charlie turn that damn thing off!" She puts her hand to the camera and pushes it away from her face, it goes off. After that day, I always acted the way my mother wanted me to. She still called me stupid or retarded, but I always did what she said. I made good grades in school, I never missed school, and I wanted to go to Harvard. When my mother wasn't drunk she wasn't that bad but usually she had a drink in her hand.

I opened my eyes and felt the tears flowing down my cheeks. I hadn't noticed it before. I wipe them away and walk out of the living room and up to my room. I lie down and close my eyes seeing Edwards face. I know that he is not good enough for me, he never will be. He's like a god. He deserves someone as beautiful as he is.