A/N: I told you not to guess! Hehehe. JulieToo was the only one who got it.

It took everything I had not to scowl darkly at my mother as I sat across from her at the table, the note home from the principal between us. Normally, it just took a loving grin and a healthy dose of charm to get her to give me what I wanted.

Stupid, asshole substitute teacher.

"Mom," I tried again, putting on my sweetest voice. "You don't understand. It's important for me to have my phone-"

"Aro, that's enough. I'm not going to replace your phone, young man. If you were fool enough to let your teacher see you with it at school, you deserve to have it taken away for the rest of the year," she said firmly.

"But there are things I need," I protested. I knew I was this closing to whining, but hell. I needed my phone. There are only so many ways a guy could take a covert photo, for instance, and I needed the storage space for all the rest of my intel.

"That's not my problem," Mom said, shaking her head at me. "And you're fifteen years old. How much could you possibly be missing without a phone? I didn't have a cell phone until a couple of years ago and somehow, I managed. Now go to your room, and if I don't see some homework done by the time dinner is on the table, I'm putting a lock on your computer again."

Furious now, I opened my mouth, fully intent on telling my mother exactly what I thought of her plan when she lifted a finger to silence me.

"Aro Scarpinato, you'd better rethink whatever you're about to say before I take away your computer all together. You can research at the library."

I shuddered at the word and scowled. "It's just an observation, but threatening to inhibit your kid's education when he gets in the slightest bit of trouble at school seems kind of counterproductive to me," I retorted before I stormed away. Library was a dirty word to me, and I knew her threat wasn't empty. Last year, she made me do a whole paper using only research from the encyclopedia. Like...the paper encyclopedia.

Gross.

Once in my room, I slammed the door and threw myself down in my computer chair. I spent a few minutes grumbling, basically feeling sorry for myself and my situation.

She didn't understand. How could she? I'd gotten my meticulously observant nature from my mother, but she wouldn't know what to do with a smart phone. The woman was a genius, but she could barely figure out how to dial a number on the newer phones. Forget everything I did.

Which was, essentially, keep notes. About everyone.

Information was such a useful tool.

The worst thing about being pissed off at my mother was that I had no way to retaliate. If I broke something technological of hers, I would just be the one she called to fix it.

And anyway, I had to learn to place blame directly where it belonged.

That fucking substitute asshole hated me. Asshole.

Most of my teachers understood I was just too smart for the likes of Forks High, and they left me alone. If my regular teacher saw me with my phone out while everyone else was doing busy work, not a single fuck would be given. But noooooo.

It had to be that prick today. I swear he was eyeing me the minute I walked in the door. Maybe he just didn't like the pale faces. He was probably a racist.

Well, he messed with the wrong kid.

I knew for a fact that Forks High wasn't very good at protecting the privacy of its students and teachers. From there, it only took me a half hour to get into his private gmail account.

Of course, idiot that he was, it appeared Mr. Black had left the default setting to save his chats on.

Mr. Black was boring as hell, but I did find a chat line that caught my interest.

Bella Swan: He knows...
Jake Black: … Gonna need you to fill in the blanks around that thought, Bells.
Bella Swan: The professor I told you about? He knows. About Kas.
Jake Black: Oh. Was he a dick about it?

It went back and forth for a while, and I got the idea that this professor guy had been asking out the Bella girl, and the Bella girl had been saying no because of Kas - whatever that meant. But now he knew about Kas but not everything and...

Jesus Christ. I thought this kind of thing was supposed to get better after high school. Drama much?

Jake Black: Okay, but isn't this all a good thing? You like him, right?
Bella Swan: What makes you say that?
Jake Black: Okay, you're delusional if you don't realize how much you talk about him. You should have heard yourself when you were talking with Tanya last weekend. If I didn't know my wife was in love with me, I'd have been jealous.
Bella Swan: I didn't say anything...
Jake Black: You're a little gaga over him, honey.
Bella Swan: What. Ever. Anyway, weren't you the one who said he better stay away?
Jake Black: I can't help that I feel protective. No one's good enough for you and Kas, and I was scared he was just out for one thing. But if he knows about her, especially finding out like that, and he's still interested? One date isn't exactly a marriage proposal, Bells.

From the time stamp, I saw that several minutes went by before Bella answered.

Bella Swan: It doesn't make sense, Jake. He's a professor. A young professor. When he got out of high school, he went on to college. He's an intellectual. I couldn't drink on my 21st birthday because I had to take care of my two year old. This is no different than Mike was - making up versions of me that don't even exist. That's what he's infatuated with.
Jake Black: Give yourself a little more credit. Any other day, you know you're amazing.
Bella Swan: Bitch please, I'm awesome. But that's not the point. And anyway, I just don't have the time for dating. It's all a big game I don't want to play.
Jake Black: You're doing an amazing job on your own, Bella. I know you worry about messing things up with Kas, but you're just such a great mom. But I don't know... I think it would be nice for you to have what I have with Tanya. Someone to talk to. Someone to let you lean on them when you need it. Is that such a bad thing to wish for?

I heard myself kind of sigh before I realized how caught up I was in all of this. Ugh. Worse than chicks with their soap operas.

But who didn't like a happily ever after?

Anyway, I had work left to do. Obviously, Mr. Black cared a lot about this chick. I thought I knew just the way to hurt him.

You know, besides stealing a picture of his stupid-hot wife for my...er... personal collection.

A/N: What did Aro do?