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I frowned.

I didn't like where this one's going, I inwardly thought as I read the latest reply from my unanimous buddy who found refuge on my momentary lapse of judgment: vandalism. Who knew our little exchange of notes would go this far? Three replies and the dude seemed far from annoyed in my antics. Amused was definitely the better term.

—Really now? Tell me if I'm right then. So you're the typical nerdy, collar-wearing kind of student? Judging from your reply, you would also normally keep to yourself; not the conversional type either. You're a bit sarcastic, I can tell. And not to forget about the part that you think so low of yourself. You're probably thinking that I wouldn't even respond to this thing we started out because you think you wouldn't deserve it. You also think that no one would bother listening to you. Overall, you think you're boring that even someone like me wouldn't take time to write back to you… So did I miss anything?

I rolled my eyes heavenward.

Stupid, perceptive, mind-reading, bored person.

I resorted to denial, since there's no freaking way my pen mate would be able to figure out easily what kind of person I was by merely using an incredibly small reply I hadn't even put a lot of thought on while writing. He's probably smirking the entire time he's jotting back his reply, feeling smug that he almost got me all figured out.

I looked down to check if he's right, since I wasn't really one to look what exactly I was wearing. I had to remind myself.

So I was wearing my favorite faded jeans, some sneakers, a blue sweater and a white, collared blouse inside.

I huffed. Unknown person got that one right. Was I really that predictable?

Well, he was right about the part that I don't really talk. No one wants to listen anyway, I thought sarcastically.

Damn. He's also right about the sarcastic part. It's seriously starting to freak me out.

I bit my lip as I went on with the list.

Did I look down on myself? Check. Did I think that he wouldn't reply back? Check. Did I think no one will listen to me? Check.

Check. Check. Check.

I shivered. That's just pure stalker-ish. If I wouldn't mind my words, this person will surely have me all figured out by next week. I grunted and read the second part of his reply despite my dismay.

—Yes. You're highly boring. But you still accommodated me—someone you didn't even know. You're quite friendly, you know, and overly sympathetic… in a good way, of course. You weren't rude either. You stand up for people if you think they deserve it. You're not afraid to let your concerns out. The best thing is that you're not afraid for rejection. In fact, you're already expecting it. You're exceedingly generous too. Thanks for the answer you gave me, by the way. So it seems like I know some things about you. Friends?

Was he serious? He would want to be my friend? And was it possible for someone to be this perceptive? I thought I was the only one endowed with such gift?

I smirked. It's time for my reply.

Well, friendship is too far off, buddy. Besides, you made me sound like I'm emo or something. And I don't know much about you. I only know that you're the type that gets easily bored. You're a bit random, and you simply settle to what's offered to you. You're quite perceptive, and you think you have the upper hand in every situation. From the looks of it, you're probably some sort of egotistical, controlling egghead, and not to mention extremely fast GUY, if you know what I mean. I can tell since you took full charge of this conversation that I started. Couldn't you at least wait for my prompt to deviate from our topic?

I gripped my pen and reread what I just wrote, satisfied. There's no way I would allow this guy to go on like this. Only a guy would be this arrogant… or a really twisted girl like Lauren. But it wouldn't be Lauren, that's for sure. The girl's drumming her expensive nails in front of me. He's a guy, I was positive. I grinned triumphantly. So he did get me all figured out, yes, but I was still able to return the favor. Two can play this guessing game.

I then looked up and caught the last part of Mr. Banner's question. Still, I raised my hand and gave the correct answer. He resumed his discussion and I tired to make out what he was explaining, my head reeling. It's not like I haven't read the proposed chapter for that day's lesson four times. I knew it like the back of my hand—like everything that's been discussed about Biology.

I tilted my head after some time, contemplating. With a huff, I added the last part of my reply before I stuck the note back to where it belonged: under my table.

Fine. You can call me S.


"Isabella Swan, right?"

I dropped my books, startled. Biology's over and I was about to repeat my mad dash out of the room before students from the next class starts pouring in when someone called my name.

No one calls my name. Ever.

I looked up, suspicious. My already flabbergasted expression grew tenfold upon recognizing the person who called me.

Holy shit.

Rosalie Hale.

She was leaning down on me, her perfect blonde curls cascading her shoulders breathtakingly. I had to blink to make sure that I wasn't imagining the now confirmed fact that she's smiling. It also looked like she's waiting…

Oh.

"Um, Bella," I offered meekly.

Her smile brightened, exposing her white teeth. She was dazzling.

"Hey, Rosalie, by the way," she replied, motioning to herself. Like I didn't know she was. She's the most popular girl in school; who wouldn't know who she was? "Look, I've noticed that you're quite good in Biology. I mean, of course you do. You even left Mr. Banner speechless just now."

I tried to catch anything that would give way her sarcasm on that particular statement but it seemed like she was genuinely telling the truth.

"Well, do you want to be like, my tutor? I totally suck in Biology. But I couldn't fail either. I heard you tutored last year…"

I was completely shocked. I did offer my tutoring services last year but no one signed up. Students wouldn't want to get associated with me in any way.

She took my silence as a bad sign.

"Oh, I guess you're busy…" she sighed, her shoulders sagging. "I'm dead," she mumbled.

"Um, no. Er, I mean, yes… Ugh," I paused, willing my mind to think straight. "What I want to say is that it's fine with me. When do you want to start?"

"Really?" she asked, her face bubbling with excitement. "Whenever you're ready, of course."

"Actually, I'm free today. Why don't we do some review, since Mr. Banner would be starting a new lesson tomorrow?"

"Perfect!"

I nodded back.

Rosalie grinned before she pulled out a piece of paper and began scribbling her address. "There you go," she exclaimed as she gave me the note. "Thanks a lot, Bella. See you later!"

"Okay," I mumbled back in a trace.

I still couldn't believe she actually talked to me. Even Lauren was positively gapping at me, wondering why on earth Rosalie talked to me.

I shrugged, remembering that I had to go before I did leave the classroom, but not without spotting Edward and all his glory leaning against a wall adjacent to the laboratory. He looked extremely hot, standing like that there but I had to go, or else I would be late. With that, I walked towards my Literature class, studying Rosalie's note. I knew Rosalie wasn't the sharpest of the students, but she's still quite good, academically speaking. Tutoring her would surely be a piece of cake.

I stopped short when I realized that it wasn't Rosalie's address that's written on the note she gave me.

It was the Cullens'.