BPOV

Edward and I spent the rest of the weekend with his family. We hung around the house and watched movies and played Wii in the game room. Edward dropped me off last night around nine. Charlie was already off work and on the couch watching Sportscenter. I couldn't help but giggle when I heard Charlie clear his throat when Edward kissed me goodnight at the door. Now I'm staring at my ceiling willing myself to get out of bed. I really don't want to go to school today. I push myself out of bed and quickly rush through my shower. I pull on a pair of dark jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt. I leave my hair down and wavy before pulling on my coat. I shudder at the cold air that assaults me as soon as I head to my truck. Before I reach the end of the driveway, Edward pulls up. He jumps out and rushes to the other side of the car and opens his passenger door.

"May I offer you a ride?" He sweeps his arm out in front of him and I laugh a little and nod before slipping into the warm car. Edward returns and quickly reaches for my hand.

"Good morning."

"Good morning to you." My God, he's gorgeous. His hair is still damp from his shower and his gray pea coat makes him look like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie ad. We pull into the school parking lot and I can already feel everyone watching us. But something is different. It's not curiosity. It's…it's almost as if half the student body is scowling at me. Edward kisses my cheek before heading off to his first class. I settle into my desk and pull my English book out of my backpack. Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley walk into the room and glare in my direction. I look behind me and then back at them again. What the hell? Jasper strolls into the room and nudges my shoulder as he says good morning. He notices the looks I'm getting from the slut twins and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"What's up with the death glares?" He asks.

"No idea." I answer as he slides into his desk. A few more students file into the room. The majority of them are giving me the same evil looks. I look at Jazz again and he just shrugs his shoulders. Before I can say anything more Ms. Harding comes in and starts the class.

EPOV

I'm on the other side of campus for my first two classes so I can't walk Bella to class. I have third period Spanish with Emmett. He's here before me and he looks pissed. I raise an eyebrow at him and he just shakes his head.

"What?"

"Later. You'll flip." Before I can question him more, he raises a hand in a gesture for me to lay off. I frown at him and open my mouth to protest but Senora Davis comes in and interrupts me.

I can't recall one thing about the entire class. Emmett had me totally distracted. Once the bell rang, I am by his side.

"What the hell's up with you?"

"There's a new rumor going around." He scowls.

"What's that?"

"Jessica and Lauren are telling everyone that Bella ratted out Mike's party on purpose. Apparently, we all left just in time for the cops to show up and bust it."

"But…"

"Oh, and they claim that you started the fight with James because he caught Bella calling the police."

"That's total bullshit."

"I know it, and you know it, but half the junior and senior class was at that party. From what I understand, a lot of our precious peers are pissed and facing charges." I can feel my chest start to tighten when Emmett and I walk into the lunch room. Before I can stop her, Jessica "accidentally" pushes Bella against the Coke machine. Emmett and I rush toward her but the sound of their argument stops us both in our tracks.

"What the hell is your problem?!" Bella screams.

"You, you little narc. I guess you think it's funny that most of us got busted for drinking by your precious daddy."

"Narc?! What the hell gave you that idea?"

"We know it was you that called the Chief on Mike's party. How convenient that you and your new friends left right before the cops showed up. I lost my car because of you!"

"You're right, Jessica. I did have to call my dad about the party."

"Bitch." Jessica seethed and I suddenly noticed the crowd of students gathering around them. Bella suddenly drops her backpack and sweeps her hair away from her forehead to expose the stitches just at the hairline. She had left her hair pulled forward to hide the bruises this morning.

"Because as I sat bleeding on Dr. Cullen's kitchen counter, he refused to stitch me up without parental consent. Oh, and my dad being the Chief of Police and all, wanted to know exactly how I came to need stitches in my head. So I had to explain to my father that a 23 year old man grabbed my tits and then when he tried to shove his hands down my crotch, I tried to fight him off before screaming for my boyfriend. Apparently not letting James rape me, pissed James off, so he decided to throw me head first into the brick steps. So, I couldn't really give a damn about your fucking car. You're not the one that had to let her boyfriend's dad dig gravel out of her hands at one in the morning after having her head stitched up. You're not the one that felt guilty because my beyond beautiful boyfriend got a black eye defending me. You're not the one that had to sit in her boyfriend's living room while both our injuries were being cataloged into evidence. You weren't the one that had to be woken up every few hours to make sure you didn't have a concussion. So like I said, I don't give two shits in the wind about your damn car. You can just all kiss my lily white, stitched up ass."

With that, Bella turns around and sees Emmett and me, along with half the student body. She lifts her chin a little higher and gives Emmett a high five before reaching for my hand.

"Damn. Bella's a beast." Emmett chuckles as he follows us from the lunchroom.

"I'm so tired of her shit." Bella grins as I release her hand to wrap my arm around her shoulder.

"Damn, my girlfriend's hot when she's pissed."

"Shut up." She blushes as I kiss the side of her head.