~Lockdown in Detention~

II

*Alice*

This was not good. My parents are going to have my head when they hear about my first day. I could just imagine the conversation now;

"Hi Alice. How was your first day at Forks High School?" "Oh, it was absolutely splendid, mom! I met this total stuck-up bitch who immediately clung to me, and I just got an immediate crush on her brother. Did I also mention that I was in a food fight today and got a detention to go along with it? No? Well, that happened! Anyways, how was your day, mom?"

Ugh, there goes my chances of getting a Porsche before going to college...

We all followed Principal Greene out of the cafeteria. Emmett - I found out his name in a previous period I had with him - and that err... Isabella girl I think, were hanging around near the back, muttering and glaring at the back of the heads of Jasper and Rosalie. Rosalie was fuming that she had detention, all because of the food fight Isabella had started, and Jasper looks just a displeased.

And, that Edward kid - that's what Rosalie called him - was a loner in the back. He was staring at the ground with his hands in his pockets. I don't know why he was alone when it seemed like Rosalie knew him; I thought he would be immediately talking to us. Although, I did notice Isabella looking back at him every so often. And back in the cafeteria, they had been staring at each other pretty damn hard.

Finally, Principal Greene stopped. We were at the library/media center here on the school campus. "Go inside. There's a tub waiting for you to place all of your electronic items in there, and I'll be taking your bags from you as well." Principal Greene barked; jeez. Detention here is pretty harsh. We entered the library in one line, with Rosalie even more furious than before.

"Thanks a lot, Swan! This is all your damn fault!" Rosalie hissed at her from the front of the line. "Oh stuff it, Hale. Quit having a damn hissy fit and take this like a man." Isabella growled back at her. "No talking!" Principal Greene barked at us.

The library was actually a pretty huge place; there were shelves upon shelves of books ranging from every kind of subject. The front desk was the first thing we saw upon entering, and there was a teacher there waiting for us. She was tall and very thing, with a sharp hooked nose and beady brown eyes. Her hair was stark blond that looked like it was graying, and was pulled up into a tight bun on top of her head.

"Place your electronic devices here." She snapped at us, pointing to three clear plastic tubs that sat teetering on the edge of the counter. We all dug through our pockets and dumped them in the tubs. Edward surprisingly enough only had a cell phone with him, which made me wonder why he didn't have an I-pod or car keys or something besides that. Maybe he didn't have a lot of money.

The rest of us had to wait over on the side while Isabella and Emmett emptied their pockets but were stopped by Principal Greene. "Is that all you two have?" he asked them. "You only said electronic items." Isabella replied in a snarky tone, snickering. I heard a chuckle, and looked over to see Edward laughing under his breath while he watched the two.

"Empty out everything, or I will get your parole officers down here." Principal Greene ordered. They sighed, but otherwise emptied out the rest of the stuff they had - a carving knife, some lighters, cigarettes, some pills and a few other assortments. I stared at them wide-eyed; they had all of that horrible stuff with them? Why would they though? Didn't know all of that stuff was dangerous and could kill them?

Principal Greene looked disgusted at their items, but they merely shrugged and walked over to us. "Now, put your bags in this room here." Principal Greene ordered, walking over to a door to our left and opened it, pointing in there. We tossed our things in there, and watched as the teacher took out a key and locked up the room. "I'll be taking your things to my office, and you'll get them back - maybe - if you all behave, at the end of your detention. Mrs. Wendell, please show our miscreants to their seats for this detention." Principal Greene asked the woman. He took the three tube and stacked them up on each other, before he left the library.

Mrs. Wendell sniffed in disdain at us, and ordered in a growl, "Follow me." before stomping off. We followed her, and she led us to a large darkened room. When she turned on the lights, I saw that it was a classroom with rows upon rows of desks, with a teacher's desk to our left. A long chalkboard was on the wall in front of us on the right side of all of the desks. There were no windows in this room, so the only way out was through the door we were being ushered through.

We sat in the desks, scattered away from each other and having to follow her placements with us. Edward sat in a desk in the far left corner in the back, with Bella opposite of him on the right side. Rosalie sat in the far top right corner, with Emmett opposite of her on the left side, Jasper sat in a desk in the middle row on the left side, while I sat in the middle row with him on the right side.

Mrs. Wendell then closed the door and we heard her locking it up loudly.

Then, silence developed over us. Emmett was staring at a wall, bored. Rosalie sat fuming in her seat still, staring angrily down at her desk top. Jasper was tapping his fingers on his desk impatiently, staring at the clock above the teacher's desk. I too stared at it, but I was tapping my foot. I looked behind me, and saw Bella leaned back her seat, her feet on top of her desk. She had her head back and was staring at the ceiling.

And Edward was... did he go to sleep or something? Judging from how his head was down with his arms curled around it, it looked like he was about to fall asleep.

"Oh my god, someone please say something!" Bella suddenly yelled, startling me. Edward sighed and lifted his head some, looking bored out of his mind. Jasper paused his tapping and glanced over at her, while Emmett chuckled and turned in his seat. Rosalie sighed heavily and turned in her seat to scowl at her. "You want someone to say something, Swan? Fine. I have something to say." She snarled at her, her blue eyes fierce.

"Oh really? They say it, Hale. I want to hear what pathetic and whiny words come out of your diseased ridden slutty, bitchy and "I'm-miss-popularity-so-you-should-like-totally-listen-to-me" mouth. Really, go ahead." Isabella said sarcastically, sneering. Emmett immediately began laughing at Bella's reply, and I even giggled a bit. I've got to admit; Isabella had a serious mouth but she could be funny when she wanted to be.

Rosalie went red in the face and yelled out, "How about you shut the fuck up, Swan? This all your damn fault for getting us into detention! You dragged me, my brother, Alice and Edward into this damn mess, and now we have to suffer through it academically. And another thing, my mouth is not diseased ridden; if anything, my mouth is perfectly clean, unlike your foul one that's been down the throat of McCarthy*; god only knows the diseases the prostitutes had when he's been fucking them down at his apartment complex." Rosalie retorted haughtily.

"Yo, none of those girls have diseases, Hale. Get that stick out of your ass, you bitch, and try being in their shoes after all the shit they've been through." Emmett quickly defended himself, and apparently, the girls down at his place. "Oh sure, if you call taking off their tops for older men just to get some money, shit. Please, that's their own damn faults for being so slutty." Rosalie retorted with a sneer.

Isabella immediately stood up to her feet, a truly pissed off look on her face. "How about you keep that mouth of yours shut, Hale, or else I'll make sure it's wired shut. Some of those women are my friends and you have no idea what hell they've been through. You know nothing about them!" Isabella screamed at her. "Of course they would be friends with you." Rosalie sneered, ignoring the last part.

"That's it!" Isabella shouted, then began charging over to where Rosalie sat. Jasper jumped up and jumped over the desks to get to his sister, to protect her from Isabella, while Emmett rushed over as well. I jumped from my desk and scurried to the back where Edward sat at his desk still. The four of them yelled and shouted at each other with Isabella trying to still attack Rosalie, but Emmett was holding her back.

"Does this happen every day?" I asked out loud, frightened at the scene but thankful they didn't hear me. "More than once, yes." I heard Edward reply tightly; I looked over at him and saw that he had his head down, and he was breathing pretty heavily. Was there something wrong with him?

They continued arguing, getting nastier and more mean with the insults and the screaming. Finally, Edward had stopped breathing heavily and lifted his head. He looked pretty pissed about something, for he stood up from his seat and stomped off. He was heading towards the door, and then moved some desks away. The four didn't take notice of what he was doing, still going on about their argument.

Then, I watched as Edward raised his leg and kicked down the door hard, letting out a loud angry, "Ahh!" as he did so. When he did this, he finally stopped the arguing between the four, who stared at him in surprise. Edward glared at them and in an angry shout, he said, "All of you are fucking mad! I can't believe I have to suffer through a damn detention with all of you! I'm surprised none of you have killed each other yet!" and then he stomped out of the room, running his fingers through his hair, irritated.

I left the room after him, hearing Emmett mutter, "Jeez, someone's grumpy." I watched Edward stomp off, heading off towards the books in the back of the library. "Where the hell is he going?" Jasper asked out loud from behind me. "I think I should go talk to him." I heard Rosalie offer, but I stopped her. "Don't. He needs to cool down." I ordered her, sighing to myself. I knew from my childhood that it would not be the best to go after someone who is seriously pissed off...

I shuddered from the memories that flooded my mind, and shook them off, replacing them with happier ones. When I did, I noticed that Isabella was running off after him. "Izzy, where the hell are you going?" I heard Emmett yell after her, but she didn't respond.

~*~*~*E&B*~*~*~

*Izzy*

I don't know why I ran after Edward. I just did. He was pretty damn pissed at the fight back in that small classroom, but I wonder why he did. It's not like it truly involved him. Maybe he was some kind of pacifist... I doubt that now, as I remembered his roundhouse kick to the door. He did that with much force and power, so I knew a pacifist would never know how to deliver such a kick so strongly.

I ran after him, looking down aisle after aisle of the rows upon books, hoping I would find him down one of them. Finally when I reached a sitting area, I found him at one of the tables, books surrounding him. Somehow he had found a pencil and was writing in what looked like a large journal. I quietly walked up to him, and stood over his shoulder as still as I could manage.

He was writing what looked like music notes in his journal, with titles above them, and he had other notes written on these music sheets.

"You write your own music?" I asked him out loud. Edward let out a sharp gasp, jerking in his seat and banging his knee against the bottom of the table. "Oops, my bad." I apologized as Edward winced and held his knee with a hand under the table. "Dude, I'm sorry I scared you, but I got to admit - you look seriously funny right now." I admitted to him when he rocked in his seat in pain, with a laugh.

"Glad I amuse you." Edward grumbled, dropping his head on the table. I laughed some more, then took a lot at his music while he groaned in pain. "You really like music." I commented, flipping through a book that told you about the history of music. "I do. It's something that I grew up learning a lot." Edward admitted, sounding defeated and tired.

I glanced at him and saw he was lying his head on his arms. "You okay there? You look like you just want to crawl up in a corner and die." I said bluntly, and Edward looked at me with an edge. "That is a rather disturbing description of how I look." Edward replied, and I laughed. "But, you're not that far off of how I feel right now." Edward added with a heavy sigh.

"Want to talk about it?" I asked him sincerely; wait, what the hell is wrong with me? I do not do sentimental - especially with a guy I barely knew.

But, I don't know. Edward seems... different. He's not like those other assholes and d-bags I have dealt with over the years. He's not ogling my boobs. He's not staring at a rather certain woman part of mine. His eyes are glued to my eyes. He's not cocky or arrogant or just a complete ass in general. Edward's quiet, keeps to himself, seems smart and to me, holds a mysterious air; he's something I want to solve.

Plus, he's easy on the eyes as well. His strong jaw, angular beautiful face, high and sharp cheekbones, strong piercing eyes, tousled hair and soft pink thin lips that look so juicy, I want to bite them. Yep, he was so sexy, he's turning my brain into pure mush. And, I'm loving it.

Edward's deep exhale brought me back to earth. "Not really. I'm sure you know why though." Edward muttered, standing up. I looked at him puzzled, and watched him walk away some distance. I had no clue what the fuck he was talking about, and I wanted to know. "Actually, I have no idea what you're talking about." I spoke up, making him stop walking away from me.

Edward turned around, and stared me, shocked. "You don't?" he asked. "Hello? Does it look like I do?" I asked him sarcastically, gesturing to myself wildly. Edward chuckled, walking back over to me. He sat down on the table top of the table, gathering up the books and his journal while pursing his lips.

"If it's something you don't want to talk about with me, that's fine. It's your baggage and I don't want to seem like I'm forcing you to tell me." I answered when I saw his hesitancy, now realizing that he probably didn't want to tell me what had him looking like he was about to die from exhaustion or something.

Edward sighed again - he was in a real sigh-y mood - and shook his head. "I kind of... want to tell you." he said to me, looking up at me with a spark in his apple-green eyes. "I don't know why I do. I barely know you, and yet, it feels like..." he paused, struggling to find the words. "Like you know me so well." I finished for him and he nodded. "I know; I feel the same way too." I told him truthfully, smiling. "This is so weird." Edward stated, and we laughed together.

It was really strange. Two total strangers who never really met or talked to each other before, suddenly connect with one another in a detention.

Totally weird, indeed.

"So..." I trailed off, and Edward chuckled. "Alright, I'll tell you." Edward said, speaking seriously. I looked at him, giving my full attention. "The reason why I was so tired earlier, is because... well, sleeping out in the cold and having to watch your back, can leave you staying up all night." Edward said, and he looked ashamed of his admission. "Wait... sleeping out in the cold?" I asked him, hoping what I was thinking was not true.

"Yeah. I know what you're thinking; I'm homeless." Edward answered, noticing the shocked tone in my voice. "Are you...?" I asked him in a soft voice, wishing he would deny it.

"Yes." Edward replied, nodding his head. I gasped at his answer, frowning at him deeply. "I'm sorry I pestered you." I apologized sincerely, but Edward waved it off. "It's okay. I... I can't really do anything about it though." Edward muttered. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders boldly, taking notice how he had stiffened. But, this is how I am; I'm straight forward, blunt and to the point on serious matters, and sometimes hilarious situations as well. And, I was just being that forward person right now with Edward - only I felt that Edward needed some comfort.

"You're welcome to come stay with Emmett and I; his parents are totally fuck awesome, and if they knew you were my new friend in need of a warm place to sleep, they'll understand and ask to stay with us." I told him, immediately offering up Emmett's place. I knew if Emmett heard about this as well as his parents, they would understand and being caring enough to offer the couch for him.

"Really? But, I wouldn't want to impose..." Edward trailed off, though his saddened voice sounded hopeful. "Trust me, they'll be cool with it if you tell them you would like a warm place and a soft place to sleep on. Though, you'd have the couch, and sometimes that's not the most comfortable place... but it sure beats the cold hard concrete." I answered. Edward smiled at the thought and turned to me, wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"Whoa, okay..." I gasped out from the sudden hug. I was only used to getting strong hugs from Emmett but I got to say this - getting a nice tight hug from my newest obsession of a guy was definitely pleasing to me. "Thank you." Edward whispered fiercely to me, sounding like he was about to begin crying.

I patted him on the back, smiling as he pulled back. "No problem, Edward." I whispered back, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "I think we should get back to the others before they start assuming we're banging each other or that I'm corrupting your innocence." I said, hopping down from the table. Edward let out a shaky laugh, trying to get rid of any trace of him about to begin crying.

"Alright." Edward answered, hopping down after me. We began walking away, before I remembered something. "Oh and Edward," I began, stopping him by putting a hand on his strong chest. "Yeah?" he asked, looking down at me confused.

"Nice roundhouse kick." I told him honestly, smiling up at him, then turned and walked ahead of him.


A/N: W00t, finally forced myself to write this out. I've been dying to continue this story, but I had trouble on what to write for this chapter. Then, I got inspiration and sat myself down, and typed it all out for you to read. :)

I hoped this chapter was good though; I know it seems like I rushed Edward and Bella to talk to each other, but Bella had said that there was something different with Edward than other guys, so I thought with these two, they would have an instant connection during this detention.

Hopefully though, for the next chapter, it'll get to some fun parts; I have no idea what to write for the next chapter... ^^'

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Bye for now,

~*Lady Lily of Darkness*~