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Chapter Three
Edward came back earlier than I imagined.
Esme welcomed him back with opened arms and sobbed in his chest. Carlisle clapped him on the shoulder and smiled warmly. That was the best things about my parents; they were so understanding and loving.
"I'm sorry that I didn't say goodbye, Mom," he apologized sincerely. He knows saying 'Mom' softens her up.
He threw a sly grin my way. I mentally rolled my eyes.
"Oh, Edward," she sobbed joyfully. She clung tighter to him.
I smirked at his discomfort.
"Mum, why don't you give him air to breath?" I said quietly, rubbing my gloved hand on her back. She beamed at me. Carlisle gently helped her release Edward's shirt. One of my siblings snickered slightly.
"Ha ha. He's a vampire, Minty. He doesn't need air to breath," Emmett guffawed at my foolishness.
I swear to God he gets on my freaking nerves.
"It's a figure of speech, dumb ass," I snarled, glaring daggers at him. He went silent for a whole second.
Wow, that's got to be a record.
Edward snorted.
"You know for how remarkably small and short you are; you are scary as shit," Emmett said fearfully, sizing me up.
I flashed him an evil glare. My size is a sore subject.
"I wasn't in the Volturi for nothing," I seethed darkly. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.
"It's obvious, Araminta. Some people don't have the talent," Alice smirked, breaking the tension.
I ran over to her. We smiled smugly up at him.
"We could so take you in a fight," we said simultaneously.
"Short people unite! It's the end of the world!" he screamed sarcastically, running around outside anxiously.
What a fucking joke. Ooops. I said a bad word. I thought childishly.
"Emmett, you are so stupid," Jasper sighed.
Underneath that exterior, he was amused. How couldn't he not be?
Emmett does stupid crap all the time.
Like that one time we both got arrested for "public intoxication." We're bloody vampires. We can't drunk.
He made a bet with Jasper about who could get sent to jail first within twenty-four hours.
And poor little me was dragged along...
I glanced at Alice. She nodded, smirking.
Alice and I sprinted to the yard and attacked Emmett to the ground. He didn't see us coming, so he let out a big and mighty scream. In other words, he screamed like a little girl throwing a temper tantrum.
I giggled internally. I don't giggle! I have a reputation to uphold!
"Baby, help me!" he bellowed at Rose, who rolled her eyes.
"You asked for it," she looked impassive.
I tackled Emmett from the behind and Alice pinned him down. He was in a position that we had him in a headlock and a leg lock.
I was shamelessly givening him a titty twister. He squirmed in pain and embarrassment.
"Say it!" I encouraged him.
"Never!" he squealed as I pinched him harder.
"OW! OW!"
"Say it, NOW!" Alice roared, snarling at him.
Damn, we would be great mafia leaders. We're Cullen girls, which means we are automatically badass bitches.
"Okay, okay! Alice and Araminta Cullen are the cutest, brilliantest, amazingest, smartest, scariest and beautifulest vampires in the world! Their shortness should not be joked about!" Emmett wailed.
The almighty and strong Emmett was actually whimpering at our hands.
Alice jumped up and smiled down at him.
"Why didn't you just say so?" She skipped back to Jasper and wrapped her tiny arms around him.
"You really need to read a dictionary, stupid," I said scornfully.
That's what he's getting for Christmas...
"You're really hard to please, you know that," Jasper teased me. I scowled at him.
"I can't wait when your mate tries to please you. All you'll do is glare—shutting up now," Emmett whimpered under my ferocious glare. Behind us, our siblings snickered.
"Point proven," Rosalie snickered. I ignored her.
Seriously, they need to shut the hell up sometimes.
One thing about this family that annoys me is that we have no secrets.
I jogged over to Edward and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Internally, I winced. It still is hard to give out hugs and kisses to people.
He glanced down at me appreciatively.
"Glad your back, Edward," I beamed for half a second before turning back to my moody and cold persona.
He smiled down at me and replied with obvious humor, "So, what is this I hear from Esme's mind? That you want a mate?"
I scowled and threw my hands up in the air exasperatedly.
"You guys will never let it go, will ya?" I inquired irritably.
"No." They chorused, smiling or smirking.
"Oh, piss off!"
I was in the school hallway, speed walking, trying my best to ignore my stalker, who I frankly lost in the crowd and don't give a hoot.
Ron Wood, a junior, thinks he is in love with me. He only thinks that because I am pretty and unattainable according to Edward. According to Jasper, his feelings get all affectionate, lusty, and gooey whenever he is around me.
For a human, he was handsome. All the girls were head over heels in love with him and he lived up to his title as a player. He was seen with a different girl all the time. Stupid git.
He was popular, cute, and stupid. He is tall, yet a couple inches shorter than Edward, with high cheek bones, shaggy dark blonde hair that fell into his eyes, bright blue eyes, and smile that made all the girls' heart melt.
I know who he really is. He is a player. He spends most of his time inside a girl's skirt than participating in class.
He's rude, vile, and disgusting.
I find no attraction towards him. He is just all the rest of the guys I have to deal with.
My beauty attracts my prey. I hated it very, very much.
I turned a sharp corner and rested my back against it. I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. Ron's overly done cologne wasn't present. It spelt like an over abundance of Old Spice and sweat.
Opening my eyes, I found Isabella Swan's intriguing brown eyes staring right into mine.
"Are you okay?" she asked shyly and yet concernedly. I smelt his body perfume walking this way.
"Shit!" I muttered. I impulsively stuffed myself into her locker. She looked bewildered, but I threw her a glare that read "Don't question me, wench!"
She slammed her locker shut and I let out a breath of relieved air.
"Hey, you're Isabella Swan, right?" A deep and husky voiced asked. Ron the Idiot.
"Bella," she corrected shyly.
"I'm Ron Wood."
Before she could reply, he cut her off, "Look, I'm looking for this girl. Her name is Araminta Cullen. She's about yee-high."
I scowled at him through the locker.
"She has brown hair and eyes gold like the sun. She is unbelievably gorgeous. She's so hot you want to bang her."
You see why I can stand this bloke?
"You can't miss her. She's really, really short."
Thank you for the reminder, dip shit.
"Anyway, have you seen her?"
Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. Please say no. I pleaded desperately. My fate lies in the hands of a human. Oh, the irony.
"Her? I did see her walking to the office. Maybe she is there," Isabella replied sweetly.
"Thank you," I whispered even though I knew she won't be able to hear it. Her unselfish kindness saved the day.
"Thanks, Swan!" he yelled, jogging down the hallway.
She opened her locker and I stepped out.
I got a few weird looks from people around, but I sneered at them. They turned around quickly.
Yeah, humans! Fear me! Rawr! I am the almighty Araminta Cullen!
"Thank you, Isabella," I said graciously.
"I go by Bella," she corrected timidly.
"Well, can I call you Isabella?" I asked, staring gloomily at her as if I was trying to scare her off. "I don't know why but I always call people their real name."
I know why. Being raised in the early centuries does that to a person.
"Yeah, I guess," she smiled shyly.
"I'm Araminta Cullen, by the way." I added sullenly, glancing blankly at her.
"Edward Cullen's sister?" She asked curiously, blushing.
Oh, interested in Edward, is she? I laughed mentally.
Which girl isn't?
Half the girl population fawn over him like a lost puppy dog.
Personally, I don't see why.
"Yes. I am. What you have a crush on him?" I giggled.
I know. I giggled. And I never giggle! What is up with me?
"No!" she blushed furiously. "So is that Ron Wood guy your boyfriend?"
"Hell no!" I sneered. She laughed at my pissed and fiercely disgusted expression.
"He seems like a pig," she commented nonchalantly as we began to walk to her sixth period class.
"He is the worst kind of pig. He follows me around like a lost puppy." I snarled angrily. "'She's so hot you want bang her.'…'ll give him something to bang. My foot up his ass."
"Hey, calm down," she said, touching my hand.
I froze. No one ever touches my hand, human or not. Most people get bad vibes. I guess this Isabella isn't most people. Or she just has really bad instincts.
My eye twitched.
"I'm sorry," she said, releasing my hand. "I didn't mean to get in your personal bubble."
I snorted. If only she knew. Oh how humans have it so easily.
She tripped over a random book in the hallway. I helped her before she fell. She stood up straight and blushed.
"You okay?" I murmured.
For some reason, I felt a rush of protectiveness toward her like I would when my brothers and sisters are in danger…Odd…
"I am. Thanks," she mumbled. We arrived at the gym doors. "Bye. It was nice chatting with you."
"Have fun in gym," I winked at her. She laughed sarcastically before walking in.
I sprinted down the hall to art class in human speed. I walked in just in time for the bell to ring. I walked quickly to my seat beside Rosalie and Alice.
"Wood catch up with you?" Rosalie smirked.
I flipped her the bird.
My siblings thought my "Wood" situation was so funny. Emmett loved to make dirty wood jokes at me.
"How was your chat with Bella Swan?" Alice questioned innocently.
"Alice," I warned.
"I want to know," Rose said warily, glancing at me.
"She's nice," I said bluntly.
When the teacher left us instructions, I ignored my sisters and painted out my feelings.
My painting looked remarkably cheerful for once.
Bella is almost crushed coming up next!
Katherine
