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BPOV:

The entire way to the mess hall, I was muttering quietly to myself.

I was furious. Of all people, I got put in the room with Edward Cullen, a guy. Just great.

Not really.

Today already started out horribly, and I knew that was a bad omen.

Things would definitely be going to hell.

"Um, c'mon Bella. Let's grab our grub and I'll explain the schedule," Edward murmured, not looking directly at me as he held the door open for me. This definitely would be a kink in our relationship.

"Ew."

"What?" I looked up at Edward, and he clearly didn't get the reason for my disgust.

"Um, hello! This isn't food, it's gunk! Not even a desperate stray dog on the verge of starving to death would eat this tuff willingly!"

The yellow blob that looked like scrambled eggs, well, I couldn't really call it scrambled eggs. It was mush.

The stuff that was supposedly bacon was flimsy and cold and… greasy.

I picked up the 'pancakes' and it just flopped around like a dying fish. This stuff was disgusting. Even juvies like us didn't deserve this! It was like some sort of torture, just like making us wake up at 5am.

As soon as we took our seats, Emmett and Jasper appeared, followed by Ben, Tyler, and Eric. The latter made an attempt at flirting. FAILED!

"Okay, so, first we have our classes," Edward said through mouthfuls of… stuff, "and it only lasts during the morning, so just until lunch time. In the afternoon it's the obstacle courses, etc."

"Classes?" They took classes here? Well, it was Esme, after all. She seemed too nice to let our minds go to waste. Darn.

"Yeah. We have math, science, and history."

"That's it? I was worried it was something like actually being in school," I said with a laugh.

"No, there's more. Jasper, can you please explain to Bella more about our classes?"

Of course. He was to busy shoveling that shit into his mouth to want to explain more.

I sighed. Guys and their food. Something I'll never get…

"Well, we also have english, well, you know, language arts and all that crap, 'cuz those teachers don't like us talking with slang. And then… nope, that's it. I think. But history is tough. They drill everything about war into our skulls. I think that's it," Jasper finished before going back to stuff his face.

This was gonna suck.

"Wait, but what about books and all that shit?" I asked Edward. I noticed he was laughing with Emmett about something. Narrowing my eyes at him, I saw that Emmett was sitting to the right of Edward, who was across from me, while Jasper was to my left. Eric, Tyler, and Ben were somewhere beyond Emmett and Jasper.

He better not have been telling Emmett, or anyone else for that matter, about this morning's incident.

"Um, the books are in the desks, and they provide paper and these little lead stubs, cuz they don't want to risk us stabbing people with pens or something. It's really funny how they're so paranoid," Emmett guffawed.

"Hm," I nodded along with my answer.

My eyes darted back to Edward, and he was still uncomfortable under my gaze. I beckoned him forward with my finger, and he hesitantly leaned forward.

Yeah, he better be scared.

As soon as he was close enough, I whispered so that only he could hear me.

"Eddie bear," I purred quietly, and laughed in my head as I saw him get annoyed, "if you spill the beans about this morning's event, I will castrate you with my bare hands. Got it?" I asked him sweetly. His face paled, and it was pretty funny seeing the effect I had.

He numbly nodded before going back to eating his goop, but with less fervor.

Finally, someone blew on a trumpet, signaling that it was 6:30am. I hated that sound. They better not sound it after every class, or there will be some major hell to pay, and some butts will definitely be kicked.

"Time for our fist class of the day," Emmett growled angrily.

"What subject?" I asked nervously.

Please not math, please not math, I suck at that shit, please not fucking math!

"Math," Jasper answered dully.

NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


THIS IS OFFICIALLY MY SHORTEST CHAPTER EVER.

OKAY, HERE'S THE DEAL, GUYS. MY SCHEDULE IS SCREWY.

I WILL ONLY UPDATE IF SOMEONE ASKS ME TO IN A REVIEW. MAKE SENSE? IF YOU DON'T ASK ME TO POST THE NEXT CHAPTER, I WON'T. EVEN IF I HAVE TO WAIT 1 MONTH, 2 MONTHS, 3 MONTHS, THEN I WILL WAIT.

AND!!! I KNOW IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER, THAT WAS THE MOST CUSSING I'VE EVER DONE. SHOULD I LIGHTEN UP WITH IT? CUZ THAT'S WHAT I TRIED DOING WITH THIS CHAPTER. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WITH WRITER'S BLOCK SUFFERERS LIKE MYSELF.

and!!!! again, sorry. I DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE IN BOOT CAMP, OBVIOUSLY. I'M JUST MAKING THIS UP AS I GO ALONG.

JUST REMEMBER! IF YOU WANT TO READ WHAT'LL HAPPEN NEXT, (as sucky as it is) YOU HAVE TO TELL ME! THANX! -SAMI