A/N: Twilight isn't mine. I'm not that amazing. Sorry it's been so long since the last update.
As we walked out of biology, I asked Bella how she planned to get revenge on me. All I got was a devious smirk and a glazed look that told me she was savoring the thought of her plan for my betrayal.
After a moment, she said, "Wouldn't you like to know Edward?" there was a pause and then a MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA of evil hysterical laughter that could only belong to my Bella. But it was kind of creepy.
"Edward don't you dare think my laughter is creepy!" she demanded. It was really weird, almost like she could read my mind, but that couldn't be, could it.
"Bella, cool it on the laughter it wasn't that funny. And yes, as a matter of fact I would like the answer, Isabella," I stated coolly. "You see that is the point of asking a question; to find out the answer. Or did you not know that." I retorted sassily. Sassily? What am I thinking, since when do I retort sassily? Since when do I say the word sassily, let alone think it.
"Yes it was it was hilarious. And are you calling me stupid," she asked disbelieving.
"Yes, yes I think I am. It's time for me to take a stand. For once I am standing up for myself, Isabella Marie Swan, and not even you are going to stop me!" Oh yeah, I'm taking a stand baby what now, what now! Oh shit, I shouldn't have said anything; this'll get me into more trouble with her.
"Oh, it's on, Edward, it's on. Double revenge for me now! This'll be so much fun!" She squealed the last sentence like Alice does when she's going shopping, no more like when she gets Bella to come without protesting (which has never happened, but it's what I imagine it to be like).
Ahhhh! I knew I shouldn't have said anything, but then again I did have so much fun. We headed in the direction of the lunch line. Bella was rambling. Normally I would listen, but Newton was sitting there starring lustily at my Bella. And that just doesn't work for me. "Grrrr. Newton," I growled. I quickly paced over to look at the despicable creature named Mike Newton.
"Why are you looking at Bella like that?"
"What way Edward? I have no idea what you are talking about." He smiled up at me and gave me the fake innocent eyes of a child that just screamed guilty.
"Oh I don't know Newton. Maybe like you're planning on ripping her clothes off. Not that it's going to happen…ever. Not that you aren't cute, but she isn't into that. She needs a little more thrill, a little more love, a little more, oh I don't know, basically a little more than whatever you could give her. So it is most definitely not happening. That's just wrong." I smirked at my insult. It stung and I could tell. You could see it as it splayed across his face. The genuine shock, hurt, and the look of triumph. What…triumph? Then I realized what that look came from. Bella came walking over. I couldn't understand why he was happy though. I thought I made it clear she wasn't into him. But right as that thought entered my brain, she slung her arm around his shoulder, planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, and walked away with out another glance behind.
I was angry, confused, and well, hell, mostly pissed that my enemy just totally beat me at my own game. I was trying to figure out what was going on when it hit me smack dab in the face.
This was her revenge. And this was only part one, The Beginning. I was so screwed.
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