Anti-Social Behavioral Order by SoapyMayhem

Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or Misfits, and since this is not beta'd all mistakes are my own.

As always, special thanks goes out to my pre-readers CaraNo and Twimarti! Thanks ladies!

Playlist - 'Sabotage' - Beastie Boys

Chapter 21

**Edward Cullen**

"Seems like the storm washed away most of the shit," I mused as we looked around the park, hardly finding a single turd to scoop.

"And yet you're still here!" Bella retorted sarcastically. I nearly took offense until I saw the grin playing on her pouty lips.

"I guess I deserved that," I replied sighing heavily, until she bumped my shoulder playfully, making me smile a bit.

We walked the park in comfortable silence for several minutes, noticing small craters in the spots where chunks of hail hit the rain-softened ground and melted into pools of muddy water a couple inches deep.

"Careful," I told Bella, grabbing her arm as she nearly stepped in one. She looked at me, her eyes grateful, but full of questions.

"You were such a prick yesterday," she said carefully, as though she was worried she was going to set me off. If anyone else had said it, they probably would have, but there was just something about this girl. She had power over me – power to both calm and enrage me, like she had a fucking 'Edward' switch.

"I'm always a prick," I admitted with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah…" she said knowingly, before trailing off. "Why?"

"I don't know… why do you act like a bitch?" I replied defensively.

"I asked myself that very question last night," she replied cryptically, her tone bitter.

"And did you come up with an answer?" For some reason I was genuinely interested.

"I guess it's because I got tired of pretending to be Miss Perfect all the time," she answered honestly.

I glanced back at Pixie when her thoughts changed, becoming interested in mine and Bella's conversation. She'd been politely silent as Bella and I talked, mostly thinking about Gothboy and the vision she had the day before, until Bella mentioned the words 'Miss Perfect' she then imagined Bella, her hair in soft curls, while she dressed conservatively, in a sweater, knee length skirt, and a pair of cat-eye glasses. She had the whole 'sexy librarian' thing going on, and I started to become concerned that Pixie might be having a hot lesbian fantasy about Bella, but her thoughts weren't remotely sexual. The image of Bella wasn't a fantasy… it was a memory.

"What do you mean?" I probed, even more interested, now that I might be able to get her to open up about the image Pixie had thought about.

"I got accepted to Harvard," she blurted, shocking the hell out of me.

"Wow… I mean… what are you doing here then? Why did you mess with that cop?" I was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe someone smart enough to get into Harvard would knowingly fuck with their future like that.

"Why did you sell cocaine in a club right before you were to begin training for the Olympics?" she retorted, giving me that bitch brow, I'd come to know and love.

"Touché."

I was about to respond truthfully to her question, when Pixie's thoughts began screaming out at me.

She was having another vision.

In her mind, I saw myself walking next to Bella, much like I was now, until I turned my head and walked right into a small hole, twisting my ankle.

I turned to look at Alice, when I felt the ground drop from under me as I took my next step. That was when I felt it, the sickening crunch of breaking bones, and the white hot pain that shot up my leg as my agonized screams filled the air.

A/N

NEVER EVER think It couldn't get any worse... it can! Shit day for ASBOward right? Thoughts? Theories? I'd love to hear them!