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Chapter Four: Volvo Owners Suck.

"There is a story about the Greek Gods; they were bored so they invented human beings, but they were still bored so they invented love, then they weren't bored any longer. So they decided to try love for themselves. And finally, they invented laughter, so they could stand it." - Anonymous

Bella's POV

I looked at him as if he had just sprouted a third head. "A what?"

He laughed a loud booming laugh which irritated Mrs. Cope again. Pulling out his wallet and opening it, he flashed a large wad of green. I briefly could see that most of them were 20 dollar bills.

I whistled. "You weren't kidding."

"Now now sister Bella, I'm trying to get on the big man's side. Lying is not an option."

I rolled my eyes but kept up our charade. "I'm sorry sir Cullen. That was very rude of me. Will you forgive me?"

He chuckled. "But of course."

My phone went off again with a buzz. I glanced at Emmett but he seemed to be looking in a different direction.

From: LP2
Text: There's nuthing wrong with muscles Bellz. I bet he'z a total hunk. ;)

I blushed, hoping Emmett wasn't paying attention. And luckily he still wasn't. He was staring off at my stain, and seemed to be concentrating very hard on it. I sent Zooey a quick text back telling her to hush and slipped my phone in the pocket of my jeans.

"So, how do you figure I could spring you?" I asked with curiosity.

Emmett didn't move. He sat still, frozen, and his appearance of a Greek statue was even more eerily similar.

"Emmett?"

I reached my hand out and lightly shook him. His body seemed to spring back to life, jumping a little.

"Huh?" He asked, shaking himself out of a daze.

"You okay?" I asked with a hint of concern.

"Er, yeah. I was just telling Ed... myself something! Yeah I was just talking in my head. Sorry."

"Uh...It's cool Just wanted to make sure you hadn't gone brain dead."

"Yes yes, I'm fine. So what's up?"

"Huh? Oh! Its nothing and I figured it out anyhow."

"Figured out what?" His puzzled expression amused me a little.

"How to get you out of here silly."

"What? Really? How?!" He whispered excitedly.

"Just relax. I'll be right back."

I got up from my seat and headed straight for Mrs. Cope's desk. She was deeply involved with something on her computer screen. Was that Days Of Our Lives? Well that's not too surprising.

"Mrs. Cope?" I cleared my throat.

"Hmm? Yes? What can I do for you?" She still hadn't looked up from the computer screen.

"I was hoping I could speak to my mother for a second."

Mrs. Cope nodded, her eyes transfixed on the monitor. "Let me just ring Mr. Greene." She picked up the phone and hit a big black button. She waited for a second and then began to speak. "Mr. Greene, I have Bella Dwyer here. She's needs to speak to her mother."

Mrs. Cope nodded, listening into the phone while wrapping her index finger around the cord. She said a confirming yes and then hung up. Finally she looked up at me and extended her hand towards the door. "Your free to go in now."

I thanked her politely and headed for the office. I knocked twice and heard Mr. Greene cough. I could hear hushed whispers from inside the office and I quietly groaned. Yup, Emmett was definitely getting a get out of jail free card today.

"Come in!" Mr. Greene barked a couple seconds later and as I opened the door the whispering died down altogether. My mother and Mr. Greene were sitting across from each other, a large desk in between them. I noticed a few pencils were strewed across the floor and on the desk an apple paperweight had been knocked over on its side. Mr. Greene's tie was slightly undone and Renee was repeatedly trying to smooth out non-existence wrinkles in her skirt.

"Mom?..." I trailed off.

"Yes Bella?"

"I was just wondering how long this was going to take. Its been quite a while. I kind of want to go home and unpack."

Renee blushed and began fixing her hair. "Now Bella, me and Al were just discussing how smart you are. Honor role and everything."

"Uh...yes. Your mother tells me you are always top of your class. You know if you do the same here in the next two years you could very well make valedictorian." Mr. Greene aka "AL" said smiling.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I guess unpacking all our stuff tonight was going to be a solo mission. Well forget that. She'll just have to unpack her stuff when she gets home...if she even comes home.

"I will try and remember that sir." I said politely and then turned to Renee. "So I guess I'm gonna head home if that's okay. Is it okay if I just order take out for dinner?"

Renee grabbed her purse and shuffled through it until she found her wallet. She pulled out her credit card and handed it to me. "Save some for me Bella."

I saluted her and turned to leave the room, my hand on the doorknob.

"Bella?"

"Yes?" I asked turning back.

"How are you getting home?" Renee had started to fix her makeup.

"Oh! Uh, I'm sure I can find ride and if not...I can just walk..."

She looked at me sternly. "Walk?"

"Yeah mom. You know, moving with my feet. Trudging around on my legs."

Renee glared. "Bella I don't really want you walking home all by yourself."

"Mom! Its only 4 'o clock. In the AFTERNOON."

She crossed her arms. "Bella I said your not walking home alone and that's finally. I'll call you a taxi."

I wanted to smack her upside the head but instead I just replied. "Mom your not calling a taxi. That's a complete waste of money. I'll just get Emmett to take me home."

"Emmett?"

"Oh! That's right." I had almost forgot that I was helping Emmett. I turned to Mr. Greene and spoke. "Emmett Cullen is waiting for you sir."

Mr. Greene's face turned a nice shade of pink. I was sure he was embarrassed that he had forgotten his principal duties because he was too busy macking on my mom.

I interjected before he had time to speak. "Sir, excuse me if I'm being out of line but I think perhaps Emmett should be allowed to leave. He's been out there waiting with me for forty minutes now. And he is my ride home seeing how you and my mother still have to 'discuss' my high school future."

Mr. Greene contemplated this for a moment then excused himself to go speak with Emmett. As he exited I turned to my mom and crossed my arms.

"Mom..."

"What?" She asked innocently.

"You know WHAT."

"Bella that is none of your business. What Mr. Greene and I do is strictly between us."

"Fine. Whatever."

"Bella, are you really getting a ride home with Emmett? Don't lie to me Bella, I can tell when your fibbing."

"Mom! Come on, would I really lie to you?"

"Yes." She replied.

"Fair enough." I sighed.

"Bella, you know why I don't want you going alone."

"Right because I could get mugged."

"Ha. I just said that because of Al. No I don't want you going alone because I don't want you to...you know..."

"Oh... You know mom nothing is going to happen if you say it. Teleporting. See that was easy. Now say it with me. T-e-l-e-p-o-r-t-i-n-g."

"Bella! Don't say that around here. Someone might here you."

"Oh like who? Do you see anyone around?" I pointed around the empty room.

"Bella please." She urged.

"Fine, we'll use a code word. How about...jumping. Does that work for you?"

"Yes." She hissed.

"Did someone say something about jumping?" Mr. Greene popped his head back into the room.

"Yes sir. I was just saying how I'm just jumping for joy to be here." I put on a fake enthusiastic smile.

"Oh well I'm glad your excited Bella. Forks is a great community."

"Yeah..." Another forced smile.

"So I spoke to Mr. Cullen, he's waiting for you. I let him off the hook this time. You two can leave now if your ready."

"Thanks Mr. Greene." This time it was a genuine smile. "Bye mom!"

"Bella! Be careful!"

"It's a ride home mom. Relax."

And with that I was out of the room, closing the door swiftly behind me. I passed Mrs. Cope giving her a wave goodbye but I don't think she saw it. She was still absorbed in her soaps.

Emmett was standing near the door that lead out of the office smiling. I smiled back and the two of us walked out of the building, making our way to the parking lot. As we walked through the school Emmett would not stop praising me. He dubbed it 'The Great Escape.' Apparently all Mr. Greene had said was don't do it again and that Emmett should be thanking one Miss Bella Dwyer.

So that was currently what he was doing. Though it was kind of getting annoying, he could have just said one thanks. Not 92 of them.

"How did you do it B?" Apparently he had given me a nickname in the fortyish minutes we had known each other. I looked at him helplessly and tried to shrug it off. I didn't really want to divulge to Emmett about my mother's sex life.

Standing on the sidewalk I looked around for his car but I didn't recognize anything that could be dubbed an Emmett car. And he didn't seem to be going in any direction towards a vehicle as he stood across from me. "Emmett how are you getting home?"

"My brother is coming to pick me up right now."

"Oh. That's cool." I guess I'm jumping home, sorry mum. Well I wasn't that sorry. I was more ticked off with her then anything. I was born with this gift, curse, whatever you'd want to call it and my mother just expects me not to use it. Seems a little lame to me. "See you Emmett."

I smiled and stepped off the sidewalk, lightly marching through the parking lot.

"Bella wait!" Emmett followed after me.

"Yes?"

"How are you getting home?"

"I was just going to walk." Well walk to the end of the block, turn the corner and then poof. But I wasn't going to tell him that.

"You shouldn't walk by yourself." Emmett said with concern.

"Dude what the hell, I thought I read somewhere that the crime rate in Forks is like non-existent."

"Well yeah. But still something could happen. And I refuse to let rad people get hurt."

"I'm rad?"

"Well...yeah."

"Your just saying that cause I helped you get out of trouble."

"Well yes. But you seem cool. So helping me and being cool comes together to make you rad."

"Thanks."

"No problem. Now come on, my brother is on his way and we're giving you a ride home."

"But.."

"No butts."

"Fine."

It took a little less then three minutes before our ride arrived. Emmett was right when he said it wouldn't take long for his brother to get there. A nice shiny silver Volvo pulled up next to us, the same Volvo I had seen before. This was the nice car guy I was going to high five! Hm...small world. I noticed him in the driver's seat. His bronze colored hair was sticking out in every direction, he shared the same shade of pale as Emmett and he was also as freakishly gorgeous, if not more. He gracefully got out of the car and leaned against it.

"Hey Eddie, this is Bella. Bella, this is my brother Edward." Emmett said giving introductions.

"Err hello." I smiled back trying not to blush in front of this insanely gorgeous guy.

But he didn't smile back or wave. Instead he just glared at me and mumbled a hello that I almost didn't catch altogether. I raised an eyebrow at that and looked at Emmett expectedly. Emmett just shrugged.

"Is it okay if we give Bella a ride home?" Emmett asked opening the passenger side door. Edward shrugged and stopped glaring, now he was refusing to look at me. I stood there confused.

"Emmett look its alright. Obviously your brother isn't cool with this. So I'm just gonna walk, okay?"

"No!" I heard Edward say, he was all but almost shouting.

Okay what the hell is going on? This guy doesn't like me at all and obviously doesn't want me in his car but he doesn't want me to walk alone. Is this guy mental?

"Excuse me?"

"You shouldn't walk home alone." Edward mumbled again, his fingers were clenched in fists.

"Jesus, your like the third person to tell me this. I thought Forks meant small safe town."

Edward didn't respond. He glided over and opened one of the back seat car doors. He left it open and returned back to his own seat and slammed his door shut.

I rolled my eyes, still trying to figure out if this handsome brother of Emmett's was insane. Not like 'your a little crazy', but full on diagnosed by psychiatrists insane. I guess it didn't really matter at the moment if he was because I had made up my mind and was currently getting into the car.

Review? Please? I had a really bad case of writers block these last couple weeks so let me know if this is a common case of FAILCOB.