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I don't own Twilight, but I do own my OC.
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Lara P.O.V
I wasn't one for reading.
So when I got into the library, I sighed, and rooted through my bag for Bella's iPod. I sat at one of the tables, and turned it on.
I had been smart enough to download my own music last night, and scrolled down until' I found the music I had 'legally' downloaded from my favourite DVD Soundtracks. I clicked on 'Favourites' and listened to For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic, by Paramore. I rested my head against the table, and just waited for the music to coax me into sleep. With any luck, I'll sleep through Biology.
"-I never wanted to say this, you never wanted to stay, well did y-" My eyes slid shut, Hayley William's voice fading.
I opened my eyes when the shrill of a bell woke me up. I jumped at the sudden sound.
"Oh for fucks sake." I grumbled. I straightened up, and saw a flash of bronze hair dissapear around the corner. "Creep." I muttered. My iPod had changed to a Fall Out Boy song, so I turned it off and gathered up my things. Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I made my way to Biology, well aware that Edward-Sparkles-Cullen was following me.
Well, I told myself, Seeing as he had just spent so much time in a close proximity to my scent, he probably wouldn't react as badly as he did in the gay-ass fictional shit.
I was wrong.
I spent the whole lesson with my tongue between my teeth, trying to tell myself that calling him an ass would only resolve in my own death.
He stared at me. And stared at me. And then glared at me. And then just stared at me.
I was ready to kick his teeth in, vampire or not.
The bell went, and he was out in a flash. I snickered, and jumped up, narrowly avoiding Mike.
I sprinted to gym, and after a shouty conversation with Coach Clapp, I ended up benched for bad behaviour.
An hour later, I emerged into the parking lot, and jogged towards Shitty Shitty Bang Bang.
Starting up the Engine, I noticed Edward Cullen blocking my way. The Hell? This shouldn't of happened yet!
I gave him a challenging look in the mirror, threatening him with my eyes. I would so kill his car, even if I couldn't kill him. I could tell in his eyes that he didn't think I'd do it.
I made a slight growling sound, and backed up, the Chevy scratching across his ugly ass car. Sparks flew from the metal, and I chuckled.
I got out of the lot as fast as the truck would carry me, and caught a glimpse of his shocked face.
I bit the inside of my cheek to stop a grin.
Fucking Sparkles, you flashy little Volvo so deserved that.
I swear to God, I just improved it.
Short, I know.
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