AN: Okay, I'm mainly posting this because I haven't updated in a month. The next chapter should be more eventful, I think. But yeah, this is a short chapter(for me) and it's mainly just pointless things, but it's going somewhere. SO please review it:)

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I never sleep well when Edward's not there. It makes the nightmares ten times worse. I was still tired when I woke up in the morning. Edward was still with his family, so there was no gentle kisses to wake up to, or anything else that would get my heart racing or my body out of bed. It was depressing, really.

I was inevitably in a bad mood, without Edward here but Charlie was gone so that helped brighten me up, just a little. I didn't focus on my outfit for once, just deciding to wear a blue tank top and skin tight skinny jeans with blue high heels. But to make up for my lack of skin, the tank top was a size too small, to it rode up to exactly under my belly button and my extremely tight push up bra made my boobs almost fall out of my shirt.

Slut mission accomplished.

I ate alone, obviously. I was way too lazy to make anything but pop tarts. I sighed, wondering what to do today. Should I call one of my friends? I couldn't really decide. So I did the obvious. I called Ricky.

"Hello, Princess."

"Hello, Ricky." I mocked.

"What are you up to this fine morning?" Okay, he just got laid.

"I was eating. Tell Francia I said hi after she's done getting dressed."

Ricky laughed. "Okay, I will. Where's your boyfriend?"

"Camping with his family."

"Camping!" He laughed. "Who goes camping anymore?"

I rolled my eyes, letting it slide. I didn't know how to explain that my boyfriend had to kill animals every two weeks. "So what were you doing, up until I called you?"

"Having fun-"

"Don't wanna know, Ricky." I exclaimed, cutting him off.

"I was going to say, having fun, harassing Nate, stupid."

"Oh. That sounds better than-"

"Having sex with Francia? If you hate me and her talking about our sex live so much why do you keep bringing it up?"

"Because I like making fun of you for it."

"I've noticed that." He said.

"Aren't we grumpy this morning?" I teased.

"Well, well, well. Do I get to be the pot or are you gonna make me be the kettle?"

"I'm not always moody!" I exclaimed. There was a long pause. "Am I?"

"I learned a long time ago, not to tell you when you're bitchy."

"Thanks," I said, sarcastically. He laughed.

"Don't you have school?"

"Yes."

"When do you plan on going?"

"Soon..." Truth is, I didn't want to go today.

"Go with Nate." He was eager, out of the blue.

"I do go to school with Nate." I stated, blankly.

"I mean, drive to school with Nate."

"I'm fine. I don't need a ride."

"I know. You have a truck. Francia was going on about how you have some really shitty knock off of Nate's truck."

"Good to know my two best friends talk about me."

"No problem, Princess. Now I'm going to call Naty for you."

"No, you won't!"

"Too late." The line disconnected.

It was obvious at this point that Coco and Ricky were trying to set me up. It was getting retarded. I sighed. They were never going to get it. Sometimes I wonder if I really am the most stubborn person out of all our friends.

I was planning on intercepting the call that Ricky was making to Nate but I heard a car honk from outside. I opened my door, only to see Nate's truck in my driveway. There was no way that he had made it over here so quickly.

Unless he was already planning this.

"Natyyyy!" I groaned as I walked up to his car. "Did Ricky put you up to this?"

Nate smiled, wryly. "Nope. I put him up to it." He stated, shameless.

"Seriously! I can drive myself!"

"No. No, you can't. You see, I eleven wayed all our friends from Phoenix. We all came to the conclusion that you shouldn't drive that piece of crap anymore. And since Edward isn't here, you needed a ride. I figured your father wasn't gonna take you."

"Good guess." I rolled my eyes. "But, really, you don't need to pick me up. I'm perfectly fine-"

"Just get in the car, Isabel."

I was going to protest but I gave up. It was stupid to keep arguing. "You're can be a jerk sometimes," I pouted.

Nate laughed. "You love it."

For an unknown reason, I couldn't deny it. "You thrive off it."

He laughed again, "Okay, you have me there."

"Well then."

"Well then." He mimicked. He was quiet for a moment. "I'm sure everyone will be happy that you're wearing whole pants again."

"Oh, shut up, Nate. I know for a fact that you're disappointed."

"Oh yes, Princess. I love staring at your legs. All day long."

"Stop mocking me." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Who's mocking you?" He sounded serious.

"You are."

"Am not."

"Let's have a fight like we're four, Nate!" Dude, I'm so tired today. Tired to the point where I'm just giddy and annoying.

"We shall!" He knew how to play along.

"Shall?"

"Yes, shall!"

"What the hell, Naty?"

"It's my new favorite word."

"And when did this occur?"

"When I saw a beer commercial."

"And what type of beer was this for?"

"I turned it off before it was over." He flashed me a smile.

"Well then. You shouldn't drink beer you know."

"What should I drink?"

"Chicken Soup for the Soul."

"And where do I find this particular product."

"Up your ass." I laughed like an eight year old.

"Real mature, Princess. Act your age, not your shoe size."

"Thank you, Aunt Pam." He just laughed now as he pulled up into the school. "Damn." I cursed out loud.

"What?"

"I have PE today."

"So?"

"So! So, I have to jump in the air and fall on the ground and all those things that require bruises." I exclaimed.

"Wear high heels. You're never clumsy in those things."

"Nate!" I exclaimed. I sighed, thinking of a solution. "You know what, you should ditch with me!"

"Okay," He started the truck back up to back out.

"Wait!" I yelled, right as he pulled out in front of Mike.

He screeched to a stop half way out, as well as Mike. Mike suddenly was glaring daggers at us. It was kind of funny. "I can't miss any more of school." I sighed, glumly.

Nate laughed. "I know. But I was waiting for you to say something."

"And what if I hadn't?" I asked.

"Then we would have left."

"And I may have been suspended."

"Not my problem."

"It is if I show up on your doorstep asking for a place to live because my dad kicked out his high school failure, teenage pregnancy, unwanted daughter."

For some reason that only made him smile wider. I hoped he wasn't taking that seriously. I would obviously be staying with Edward and the Cullens if that happened. I think.

Only then I realized Nate and me were still parked in the middle of the street.

There were at least three cars behind Mike. The clock read, ten minutes till school starts.

Nate and me looked at each other at the same time. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Nate asked.

"Hell yeah." I smiled, big and wide.

Nate looked over his shoulder for one second before turning back to me. "On the count of three."

"One." I whispered.

"Two," He continued.

"Three." We said at the same time as we ducked lower in the seats. Nate surprised me though. He pulled me on top of him. Like literly.

We just sat there for a minute. Waiting. Putting everyone else in suspense, wondering what we were doing. To be honest, I was wondering what we were doing. Nate was trying not to smirk at me, I could tell. Nate smile widened and he kicked his leg in the air then shoved it back down after a minute.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"Making it look like we're having hot crazy sex."

I laughed and kicked my leg into view then rolled it into a circle down as if we were rolling around.

"They are so gullible." Nate whispered after a minute.

"Do you think they're gonna believe us?"

"I hope so. That would make my life." Nate chuckled.

"You're such a loser."

"Thanks, babe." The next thing I know, Nate pushed his knees-which I was leaning on-higher, putting my ass into view for everyone to see.

"Nate" I scolded. They couldn't see my face.

"Just having some fun. Live a little, Princess."

"Fine." I smirked and rolled over, pulling him on top of me.

"Oh ok, that's how you want it." He laughed quietly and tugged me back on him. I laughed, knowing how everyone else was perceiving this.

We waited, just like that, for quite some time, until finally, there was a knock on the window. We had been silent for so long, that it scared both of us. Mostly Nate, because he jumped and knocked me off of him, and into the steering wheel.

"Ouch, you ass."

"Sorry." He said, quickly, opening the door.

Outside stood Aidenn, right in front of us. And behind him, in the distance, stood over half our student body, which made up about 25 percent of this town.

I bit my lip to keep from giggling at their wild expressions that ranged between jealousy, hate, rage and laughter. "What the hell do you want, Aidenn?" Nate sounded angry.

"Were you two making out in the there."

"That's none of your business." Nate said, stepping out of the car and onto the pavement, strengthening everyone's view. It didn't hit me till then that Nate's hair was a mess and his clothes were all screwy. I could feel mine were all messed up too.

And I realized that Nate and me were still playing the game. We were still acting like we were just making out. I quickly hopped out of his truck. I made sure, by looking at my reflection in the side of the truck, that all my clothes were crooked, and my hair looked like a giant riot of tangles. Best of all, my bra was showing. It was going to be hilarious to see everyone's reactions.

"Nate..." I called, in my whiniest, bad impression of a stuck up, rich, white girlfriend, you see in all the teen chick flicks.

He beamed back at me, having fun with this. "What is it, baby?"

"You're steering wheel really hurts my back. I told you I wanted a truck with a backseat." My classmates were eating this crap up out of the palm of my hand.

Nate pretended to sigh, "I know, Princess. I'll buy a new one, I promise."

"Do you swear?" I asked, turning around, so I was no longer by his side, but facing him, with my back to our audience.

"I would do anything for you." He whispered. No one could hear him, as far away as they were, but they could see the look in his eyes. And that told all.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him, for our audience. He easily, as if he did it everyday, picked me up, and swung me around. "These people are total losers." I said, to Nate, an unbearable volume for them.

"They are actually believing this crap." He snickered, setting me down. I gazed out of the corner of my eye, seeing as the entire audience was still watching. Nate decided to finish our show and took my hand in his as if it were nothing and we walked to the school building.

When we got inside, there was a fair amount doing normal things, but it was nothing compared to the crowd outside. No doubt everyone would hear about our little adventure to make-believe land, by the end of the day. I giggled, again, attracting the attention of a sophomore and junior.

I dragged Nate by the hand, into the bathroom-girl's bathroom-and made him hold my purse.

"Bella, this. Is. Weird." He was such a three year old. Meme was more mature.

"Shut up, Nate. And hand me my brush." He sighed but complied. I pulled my natrually wavy hair into a low side ponytail.

I was still primping when Nate started complaining. "Okay, you've fixed your hair, flashed everyone and created new rumors already. Let's go home and ditch. We did our work today."

I laughed, in his face, dropped my brush into my purse and walking out. "And miss all these gorgeous rumors about to start. Not a chance."

Nate immediately ran to catch up to me. "Fine. I'll stay if you stay. But next time you ditch..." He paused. "Can you bring me?" He asked.

I realized I'd ditch a lot this week but I hadn't given the consideration of bringing him along. I felt slightly remorseful, especially because I know Nate doesn't like sounding weak, so if he was asking, it must have been eating at him. "Yeah, sure, no problem." I tried to sound as casual as possible. Something occurred to me as we walked further down the hall.

I groaned. "Uhhh." I said, stomping my foot, looking like a five year old.

Nate laughed at me. "Weirdo," He rolled his eyes. I hit his arm. "Hey, that hurt!"

"No it didn't." I rolled my eyes now.

"No. No, it didn't." He smiled. "So what's your problem?"

"Huh?"

"The reason you're stomping your foot?"

"Oh, that! I don't wanna go to English." I said, glumly.

"What, because Edward's not here?"

"Exactly." I nodded.

"Well...you have fun there." Nate said as the bell rang.

"Boo, you whore." I called.

"Nice, Regina," Nate called back. I laughed. (AN: Mean Girls)

"Meet me at lunch." Three juniors looked up as I said that.

"'Kay."

I walked into class and took my seat in back. "Hey." Said Jessica, meekly

"Can I help you?" I asked, glancing up, from my mirror where I was fixing my lip-gloss.

She didn't speak for a minute. "Did you and Nate just have sex? Like for real?" She asked.

I shook my head, smiling. "No comment."

"I'm serious." She sounded it.

"Sure," I slurred the word.

"Bella-"

"Why don't you go ask the stupid ass slut Chelsea?"

She didn't respond right away. "Because I don't like her." She finally admitted.

"Oh, but you like me?" I set my mirror down and looked her in the eye.

"Not really." She was hesitant to answer.

I laughed, once. "Good. Because I really can't stand you."

She didn't talk for a minute. "So are you cheating on Edward?"

I rolled my eyes. "No. He doesn't care what I do with Nate." He wouldn't. Once he knew the truth.

"Really?" She sounded shocked.

"He knows Nate's gonna be in my life." I said, nonchalantly. "He is the father of my baby."

Jess rolled her eyes. "Sure." She was short.

I sighed, sick of everyone giving me that response, didn't they believe me? "You know what? Chew on this, okay? Whatever I just did with Nate, is absolutely nothing compared to what I do with Edward? Every. Single. Night." She was looking at me like I had three heads. "Yeah, bitch. Chew on that."

X.

I sighed, hating P.E. I was on a team with Mike, who was giving me funny looks every minute. It was starting to stop being funny and starting to piss me off. The day had passed by very quickly, surprisingly. I got asked all through out the day if Nate and me were having sex in the front seat of his truck. And of course, I couldn't foil my little plans to give everyone a headache. And then they noticed that my hicky, Edward gave me, was not completely gone. That only stirred up more rumors, when I told everyone at lunch Edward had given it to me, days ago. It shocked everyone that it was still so big. Nate and me were getting a kick out of this.

The day got a lot slower once I hit P.E. I hated this class. Despised it, all my life. Although, I kind of like my little black shorts and my black button up sweater that revealed my belly ring. Everyone was surprised by that, giving me more to laugh about. I pictured Nate's reaction when I told him about this. I wasn't really paying attention when I heard my name.

"Princess?" Nate called. I turned, surprised. He didn't have this class.

"Naty!" I exclaimed, running to him, almost slipping on my sock clad feet.

He laughed, over my head as all my classmates dropped their mouths. "Me and you are wanted in the office."

"Why?" I asked. My classmates were obviously still listening.

"Not a clue." Nate shrugged. Nate handed the pass he had for me to Mike. "You can give this to your teacher, can't you?" He smiled, only making Mike more inferior.

Nate came back over and pulled me out the door. "Nice going." I laughed. He joined in as we entered the office.

The secretary was looking over some paper work. I cleared my throat. "Oh, hello, Mr. Carter, Ms. Swan."

"So why are we here?" Nate asked, sitting in one of the seats by the door and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

"You two are wanted at the police station," She announced.

"What the fu-" I slapped my hand over Nate's mouth before he could continue.

"For what?" I exclaimed

"Inappropriate conduct on school property."

"When!" Nate shoved my hand away and stood up.

"This morning."

"You can't arrest us!" I yelled.

"The school can since you're both legal adults."

Nate and me looked at each other before I spoke. "Well, I'm not going." I smirked, sitting down.

"Damn right." Nate agreed.

"You can leave on your own or I can call the cops to escort you." She threatened.

"Shit." Nate muttered.

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