Its been two whole weeks in this hell whole and I'm glad to admit i have survived without anymore accidents. After I punched Edward I got cheers and taps on the back from people as i walked the corridors. I didn't know that this Edward guy was some type of god to them and when i punched him it started a wave of rumours and attention towards me.

Most of the guys here hate Edward ,so me and them get on pretty well.I don't mind talking to some of the girls as long as they don't get all bitchy and start to whine and talk about shit like there periods.

Edward made sure to keep his eyes at the front of the class from now on and not stuck to my face every minute. It was amusing to see the black bruise under his eye fade slowly over the two weeks. I know he is embarrassed by the fact that i hit him because he has been avoiding me like the plague.

Not that I'm complaining.

Quil came to visit me last Friday and he brought along a refill of supplies for me and Leah to continue selling on campus. Quil laughed at me straight away because when that door swung open i was sitting on the floor trying to figure out the stupid assignment for English.

Currently, its a Sunday and I'm just trying to relax for the upcoming week of lessons.

Music has mainly consisted of me sneaking off into the corner of the room and pretending to write a song. Well that's what i told the teacher i was doing anyway. Art was probably my favorite lesson. Most of the quite people were in that class so i got to just sit there a doddle random things on a piece of paper. The drawings were shit ,but at least i was participating.

So now, I'm standing outside in the freezing cold at 12:37 at night all because some twat desperately needs his fix. I begged him to just wait until the morning ,but oh no that would have been to long for him.

For fuck sake.

I contemplate calling him up just as i see the familiar looking black jacket making his way down the street towards me. Once he steps in front of me i cant help but notice the paleness of his skin. To anyone he would look sick but i know that he is feeling withdrawn.

"You got the score?" he asks in a rush and i want to roll my eyes at him. No i fucking forgot the whole point you dragged me out here you idiot.

"Calm down its right here" I teased waving the packet full of weed right in his face.

"You two stop right there" A deep voice yells behind i look to the right i see a police officer running towards us.

I don't think for a second before pushing the packet into the guys hand and taking off into a sprint. I don't know where the fuck I'm going but i do know that the officers footsteps are getting closer to me. I try to push my legs into running faster but in know its useless at the time i feel his hands grasp at my shoulders.

The force of his pull makes me stumble and fall flat on the ground. I wince at the pain in my knees and feel the familiar coolness of the metal wrap around my wrists. Fuck. Shit. Why!

"Your coming straight to the station" The officer says as he pulls me up harshly and drags me back to his car. I wince at the harshness of his pull as he pushes me into the back with a smirk.

Prick.

Edwards Pov

Its been two weeks now since that crazy bitch punched me. I still don't understand what caused her to get so livid with me ,that she just punched staring at someone cause you to punch them?

I honestly don't know what caused me to stare at her so much. When she walked into the classroom i couldn't help but be drawn to her beauty. She is fucking hot and not in the way most girls are at this school. She looked like she just got out of bed and she didn't give a fuck about what she looked like.

Then she snapped at that jock and i just made her that more appealing. When she snapped at me it was quite a shock because one- i didn't even realize i was staring at her and two- nobody has ever talked to me like that. They all seem so afraid of me but not her she didn't even care.

I cant help but feel scared to go and talk to her. The day after she punched me i was ready to demand what the fuck she did it for but i couldn't. She didn't even look at me and in music she would huddle in the corner of the room listening to music by herself.

I take another sip from my beer trying to get my mind off Bella again. There's just something about her that is so endearing and i don't understand why.

"Shit Police!" Emmet shouts as everyone starts to rush to pile out.

I put my beer down and stand up to join them in making a break for it. As i stand i see an officer storm through the front door running over to me. My head is sort of fuzzy due to the alcohol that I've had but i can make out the feeling out something being attached to my wrists.

Shit!

"Come on boy. You've got some answering to do" The officer mutters before dragging me out of the house and into the police car. He doesn't push my head down before harshly shoving me inside and getting the car traveling to the station as quick as possible.

Why didn't i get my arse off of that sofa and follow the other instead of sticking around like a moron!. Oh i know because fucking Bella clouded my mind yet again. At least dad will have enough money to bail me out.

The officers go through the normal procedure of taking down my information. They make sure i hand over all my possessions before finally letting me call my dad. You only get one call and i seriously hope the answer on the first ring. It is gone past one o'clock already.

"Hello?" My dads groggy voice comes through the speaker.

"I need you to bail me out of jail" I say as the officer hovers close by smirking at me like hes enjoying the show.

"What! Edward why are you in jail!" He shouts and my eyes close at just hearing him shouting yet again.

"Doesn't matter right now. Just bail me out" I speak through gritted teeth as i feel my drunken state wearing off.

"Okay give me an hour" He mumble's out and before i can protest he hangs up. What the fuck he only lives like fifteen minutes away from this place.

The officer yanks the phone out of my hand as soon as the Dial tone starts to ring through. He wastes no time in pushing me inside a cell and slamming the door shut on me without another word. The only other person is a lady who is passed out in the cell next to my left.I find it strange when you hear the voice you've been thinking about suddenly fill your ears in reality.

"Can you be fucking gentle i usually only go rough after the second date baby" She snarls at the officer with a teasing smirk that drops when he yanks her towards the desk. I sit there frozen as i watch Bella go through the same procedure as me.

Bellas POV

I look up at the officer as he hovers beside me directly next to the phone. I give him a look that says fuck off but he just continues to stand there watching me.

"Can you fuck off. This is a private phone call" I snarl wishing i could hurt an officer of the law. He shuffles along the wall a little bit and i give an eye roll at the little space he moved. Why are the police such dicks!.

I bite my lip thinking about who to call. It is gone past one and they will probably still be out at this time. I'm in a mix of calling Leah or Jacob. I know i only have one call and Leah will probably go mental if i woke her up on a school night. Even if i am in jail.

I punch in Jacob's number thumping in every digit with force. I wait and wait for him to pick up but he dosen't. As soon as i hear his voice-mail i slam the phone down with a huge sigh. The one fucking time he needs to pick up and he doesn't.

"Have you got any possessions on you?" The officer asks me - before sending me into a cell probably.

"Yeah" I mumble handing over my phone and my pack of cigarettes. I smirk when i reach inside my bra and watch the cops eyes follow my movements. What a idiot!. Some men are just to easy to tease and i must admit its fun ,but also horrible at the same time. Its like you can picture exactly what there thinking about you.

I hand over my lighter with a wink hoping to gain some points for being. I don't know. Nice?. Friendly?. Flirty maybe?. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing but i hope it works in my favour. He hands my stuff over to the lady behind the desk and then leads me over to the cells.

As i look at where I'm going to be spending the night my eyes met a pair of huge green orbs.

"Edward?" I question and he looks startled by me. Maybe its because i actually spoke to him or maybe its because of the fight. The guy pushes my into a cell directly next to Edwards and slams the door shut on me before walking away with a little .

I move over to the hard bed and sit on it matching Edward's posture. His bruise is fully healed now so he has no more scar on his face. I can see all the tattoos running up his arms and I'm not sure how i could miss the amount of tattoos littering his skin.

"I-uh I didn't know you were at the party" He states leaning back against the bar cells to fully look at me. His eyes travel my body once before quickly snapping up to meet my eyes. I smirk knowing that hes still checking me out.

"I wasn't" I say laughing a little at his random question. He looks completely confused by me and i have no idea why. Hes looking at me as if I'm an alien.

"Then why are you here?" He asks me and i roll my eyes. How ironic it is that he finds it hard to believe i am here. Well actually its not hard to believe that Edward is in here. He probably stole some kids lollipop then told them there dad is going to massacre her whole family.

"The better question would be why are you here?" I smirk leaning forward to see what his response would be. He frowns his eyebrows looking at me then letting out a deep breath.

"I got caught at the party. The police were called and i didn't make it out in time" He admitted and i let out a laugh. Of course it would be something so simple that could get this boy into jail.

"How the hell did you not make it out?" I laugh as my body shifts to get comfy on the rock hard bed. Man this is going to be a long night but as long as i can somehow piss off Edward it might go faster.

"I was uh kind of drunk and when i realized what was happening it was to late" He admitted looking at the concrete floor of the cell.

I thought this over trying to picture Edward just standing there pissed out of his head while a police officer comes and tackles him. It is quite an amusing image. I look back at the desk with no hope of escape. Maybe i can try and get them to give me another call.

"Why are you talking to me?" his low voice asks and I'm slightly confused by his question. Yeah of course i hate him but that doesn't mean i cant talk to him right.

"So you don't want me to talk to you?" I tease keeping my face neutral as i stare at him.

"No that's not what i mean its just one minute your punching me and telling me to go fuck myself then the next minute were acting like old friends" He mumbles looking down at his hands. He bites his lip as he debates weather to say his next words. "Why did you hit me?" He asks while looking straight into my eyes.

"I've got daddy issues" I joke even though I'm just trying to dodge his question. He gives me a smile and i know its genuine because his crooked smile appears.

"Same with me"