APOV
"Come on Jasper, you need to relax," I whispered into his ear.
"Alice," he said in between kisses, "We. Are. Going to. Get. Caught."
"Nonsense," I grinned pulling back a little from him, "We were playing hide and go seek. And Mr. Antigua did not come in to check on us."
Jasper was against the wall of the closer with my body pushed against his. I moved my lips up to his ear and gently made a trial of kisses from his earlobe to his collarbone.
"Alice, you'd better stop before," Jasper gasped, "I take you hear and now."
"Calm down Jasper, this is just a little preview for what is to come later on tonight," I giggled, "We'd better get back to the others before they get the wrong idea."
My boyfriend let out a groan and I backed away from him.
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BPOV
I looked down at the piece of paper and saw all the notes I had scribbled down about each person and the stereotype they were given. Why did everyone have to fit so perfectly into a stereotype? I saw Edward sitting beside me with a puzzled look on his face. I was tired of him staring at me more intently after our little rendezvous' in the closet.
"Can I help you with something Edward?" I asked with my face still looking at the paper.
"I can't read you," Edward mumbled, "You are impossible to read."
"I guess that's a good thing then," I turned to face him.
"No, you're the only person I have ever met that I cannot read their expressions or thoughts."
Was that a compliment or an insult?
"Seriously Edward, you confused the hell out of me," I said.
He looked taken back and surprised by my outburst. Edward placed his arms on the edge of the chair and leaned forward, merely inches away from my face. He looked so perfect and angelic. Why was he wasting his time on me?
"Well, we seem to feel the same way about each other," he whispered.
His cool, minty breath engulfed my senses and I felt my cheek go hot.
"I'm doing it again, aren't I?" Edward smirked.
You have no idea.
I sighed and looked back down at the piece of paper at the names that remained.
"Fashionista," a musical voice said from the back of the room.
We all turned around and saw Alice cheerfully making her way back to her empty table with Jasper in hand.
"Pixie," he smiled.
"Well I could agree with that but I am leaning more towards fashionista."
"What exactly does fashionista mean?" Jessica asked.
Mike snorted, "Is that even considered a stereotype?"
"I really don't care. But that is who I see myself as," Alice smiled as she sat down on Jasper's lap, "I am a person devoted to fashion clothing, particularly unique or high fashion. I don't believe in trends. Codes of a fashionista."
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JaPOV
"Well I consider you pixie-like still," I smiled at my girlfriend.
I finally sat down and pulled Alice onto my lap.
"Look at you, a small, short, cute, petite, woman, with a girlish charm."
"Jasper," Alice giggled into my ear.
"So which is it? Fashionista or Pixie?" Bella asked looking up in my direction.
"Let's go with fashionista," Alice paused after she clapped her hands, "Oh, Jasper, you're going next."
I frowned. Alice was bouncing up and down on my knee. What was she so excited about?
"I think it has already been decided that you're a nerd," she squealed when she turned to face me.
My reaction must have been something special because everyone burst out into laughter. I wasn't experiencing being stereotyped as a nerd. It could have been a lot worse, but come on. How am I a nerd?
"How are you not Jasper," Edward laughed.
He must have been reading the expression on my face as I was deep in thought.
"I need you have all the latest technological devices, always updating or upgrading them to be better. You have a perfect GPA. You're in the chess club," he paused.
Mike hooted in laughter, "Chess club? Oh man!"
"Hey man, he is actually really good," Tyler cut in, "He beat me."
"Nerd aka Jasper Hale aka an individual persecuted for his superior skills or intellect, most often by people who fear and envy him," Edward smiled then he turned to Bella, "Write that one down. I thought of it."
"Fear me? People fear me?" I asked.
"Because one day you're going to be some sort of mad scientist!" Mike laughed.
Alice kissed me on the cheek, "But you'll be my mad scientist. And I'll gladly be your secretary."
"Alice, please spare your brother's ears," Edward laughed as he covered his ears with his hands.
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EPOV
Sometimes I figured that Alice and Jasper could be too sexual for public at times. And I really did not want to have such phrases and pictures in my head. For crying out loud, that is my sister talking private things that I have no interest in hearing.
"Oh Edward, don't pretend you aren't interested," Jasper smirked.
"Please Jazz, let's not even go that direction," I said as I held my hand up in protest.
I looked over and Bella was laughing at us. As well as everyone else. But Bella's cheeks were rosy from her laughing. It made her look quite adorable. She glanced over only to catch me staring and her cheeks were red against her frosty complexion. I grinned at her and she turned away. I heard a chair shift on the floor and I figured it was Mike.
In fact it was Mike. Now he was standing right next to Bella, with his hand spread out on the table, gazing into her eyes. I saw her shift her lower body towards me and my lips twisted up into a grin.
C'mon Mike, move a little closer so Bella is in my lap.
What was I thinking? I was getting too desperate for situations that would cause Bella to be touching me. Or closer in proximity
"Back to the original task," Mike grinned, "What are you Bella?"
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BPOV
Honestly I wanted to say the following: loser, loner, outcast, and misfit. Lauren was right when she called me out. I never really followed the whole stereotyping ordeal. I thought it was quite ridiculous to waste time or energy trying to place everyone into categories.
"I think Lauren is partly right," I murmured.
I felt the table jerk and my pen slipped out of my hand. Mike flinched. Edward had his fists balled up.
"Bella, she's wrong. Don't ever think that you're a loner," Edward said in a low voice.
Edward knew nothing about my experience in high school down in Phoenix when I lived there with my mother and Phil.
"At some point in time, I was an outcast. I did not fit in at my old high school," I said while I scribbled down notes on the sheet of paper.
"An outcast isn't really a negative thing," Alice chirped, "So what if you don't fit in at all. A lot of people think outcasts are psycho, and that they are freaks. BUT THEY ARE NOT! Most outcasts are truly unique people. I think you are unique Bella, you're so different."
"But in a good way," Jessica smiled, "You're like the nicest person ever."
It was all flattering but hearing the words hit like a painful reminder of the things, mainly girls, did back in Phoenix.
"Bella? Are you okay?" Tyler asked with concern in his voice.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine," my voice trailed off.
No one noticed that Lauren had walked back over and took a seat at her table. She glared over in my direction and opened her mouth. I swore I could have seen a moth fly out.
"You're a loner and you always will be," Lauren sneered, "You know that everyone is pretending to like you because they pity you."
Alice raised her voice, "Unlike you, Queen of the Snobs, not everyone needs other people around them to validate their own existence or happiness."
"Maybe everyone is pretending to like you because they feel sorry for the poser that you are," I said, "You're so fake that you're lost in your own identity. At least I know who I am and I do feel sorry for you because you don't know your true self."
She rolled her eyes with annoyance, flipped her hair, and let out an exaggerated sigh.
"You're just jealous because my skin is bronze while you look like a ghost, yet you come from Phoenix, my hair is luscious while yours limps, I have guys crawling for me, while as far as I'm aware, you could just be a lesbian, and that I swim in money while your poor father slaves away at such a path—"
She didn't even have to finish her sentence before I leap out of my hair, grabbed her by the collar and brought her sick face up to mine.
"Listen here Lauren, you don't know a damn thing about me. All you know is how to put down others in order to make yourself feel good. You are not only a snob and a priss, but you are FAR lonelier than I'll ever be!" I practically shouted.
Her bronze face quickly lost all of its color and I released her by her shirt. I could only take so much from her and she really set me off. I needed to be alone, so I pushed my way through Mike and walked away from the crowd.
"Bella!" Edward called out.
"Leave her be," Alice warned me, "It's the best thing to do. Let her cool down."
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EPOV
Since I was raised a gentleman, I controlled myself from knocking Lauren out or ripping her to pieces. Bella's face drained when Lauren went on her little rant. I wanted to run after Bella and tell her Lauren is wrong and she should not listen to a damn word that comes out of her mouth.
"Alice I want to make sure she is okay," I said.
"I can see it now if I let you go to her. Don't," she warned.
I guess scaredy cat Lauren ran off again. We'd eat her alive if she were to stick around. I ran a hand through my hair and looked down at the piece of paper Bella had been writing on.
"So Edward," Jessica paused, "What are you?"
My eyes were scanning the words Bella wrote under each person. Her handwriting was so perfect. I came across my name and saw a little list underneath. They seemed more like characteristics.
Modest.
"I really do not believe in stereotyping people," I answered.
Charming.
"I could be a bit of everything. Everyone is."
Intelligent.
"What group do you place yourself in?" Tyler asked.
"Human," I smiled.
I came to the bottom of the list and saw a word circled several times. I chuckled to myself a little bit as I took in what Bella put down for me.
A god.
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A/N: I do not mean to offend anyone with the stereotyping. It is more for humor and nothing is 100% accurate. I'm just having fun. I am on a roll! I actually have two new Twilight stories in store that will be started once this story is finished but I don't know when that will be. I might start one when I write the last few chapters of this story. Even though I promised myself to cut back on the number of stories I am working on at one time. Right now, I have about 6 (whoops). Thanks for the reviews!! I'm glad that I'm not the only person who dislikes Lauren: D