The Emotional Roller Coaster of Life - The Cut-takes

by Jadiona

The Cut-takes will feature scenes from people who aren't main characters, scenes too short to make official chapters, scenes that occurred prior to the start of the story, and scenes that occurred between the prologue and chapter one. There's no specific order on the scenes and they will vary greatly in length. Read The Emotional Roller Coaster of Life first. AH. Rated M

5. A Piece of Noella

Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer and therefore I do not own Twilight or the wonderful characters I screw with.

AN: So this short little scene just sort of my head a couple of days ago for no good reason. Naturally, I had to write it.

A Piece of Noella

October 5th, 2011

She gritted her teeth as she stripped out of her underwear before taking up her position in front of the class.

"Smile," the art professor hissed.

Noella couldn't be bothered to remember the asshole's name. As far as she was concerned, the teacher, who'd done nothing other than leer at her for the last three days, needed to have his gonads kicked so hard that they end up located around his lungs.

Of course, most of the students in the class weren't much better. There were approximately thirty students in the class she was posing for and almost all of them were men. It would be uncomfortable enough if she was straight, but she'd never been into guys. Not once in all her life had she looked at a male and thought, 'oh, I'd like to kiss him.' Then again, if she was being a hundred percent honest, she wasn't all that into girls either – though there had been a couple of times in high school.

Noella rolled her eyes, but otherwise remained in her pose. She knew she could make it through the stupid art class, even if all the eyes on her made her feel like breaking out in hives. Especially all the eyes that kept glancing toward her bare groin – in fact, for the first time in her life, she actually wished she grew hair down there, but she never had.

"I said smile!" the art professor hissed.

Noella wheeled on the man, placing her hands on her hips. "Why don't you mother fucking stand up here naked and smile?"

"Excuse me, young lady!"

"You heard me. Why don't you get your bony, wrinkled ass up here and take your place in front of all these geeks who've obviously never seen a naked in person in their fucking lives – likely including their own bodies – and see if you can smile."

"NOW JUST ONE –"

"Oh, don't bother, I don't want to be here anyways. I'm gone." She stepped to the chair and quickly yanked her tee on before stomping out of the classroom without even bothering to grab the rest of her clothes.

She walked out onto the courtyard, ignoring the whistles and catcalls as she made her way across it – she knew they could likely see part of her ass – only stopping when she saw an ad for a job on the bulletin board. She didn't even read it, just yanked the paper off and continued in the direction of her motorbike.