Good evening! Let's get on with it, right?

"Bella!" Edward called after her as she walked down the corridor and into another room. He caught up with her, though.

"I don't want to hear it, Edward. I'm sick to death of being stuck between the pariah in this school and the girl every little boy wants to fuck. I've had enough. Half the student population hate me because of my dad and rest try to see how long it takes to get into my pants. I just want to graduate and get the fuck out of here," Bella ranted, walking up and down the rows of tables and chairs.

She really did resemble a caged animal and Edward wasn't sure how to help her. What he wanted to do was walk up to her and hug her tightly. To tell her that it would all be over soon, and she'd never had to deal with such little shits again.

Instead, Edward propped himself at the front of the teacher's desk and let her rant. She needed to get it all off her chest.

"I mean, when did I turn into a sexual object that boys think it's okay to chuck around? Wow, I have a pussy, so I must be gagging for it, right? I don't wear clothes that entice them, I don't flirt, I don't do anything, and yet there they are, grabbing and fawning," she continued. "everything that comes out of their mouths are innuendos and I hate it. I hate it all!"

Edward was trying really hard not to smirk, but it was difficult, but Bella was perfect, in his eyes.

"You're quite glorious when you're all fired up, Bella. Did you know that? No? Hmm, well you are. I don't mean that in a sexual way, Bella. I don't want you lumping me into the same group as those half-wits, but you are glorious when you rage. Now, you've screamed at what you don't want, how about you tell me what you do want?"

Bella's rant is going to happen over a few chapter. A, she needs to get a lot off her chest and B, it's bringing her and Edward together.

No, Jake isn't the mystery rider. A reviewer, midnite serenade, brought up a very good and valid point about poverty shaming, but in this story, he's just a wannabe 'hard man' (as my kids would call him) who thinks he's 'all that'.

More to follow ;)