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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, or any of its characters. They belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Summary:Isabella Swan is new in school. She's not looking for love, but it unexpectedly finds her in the form of Edward Cullen she doesn't realize it at first though. Friendships form, unwanted attention is gained, pranks, detention, PDA, high school as a whole.

BPOV

"Crazy bitch," Cullen stared at me wide eyed. Emmett had caught me mid jump around the waist just before I had his neck between my outstretched hands. Cullen and I were now sitting in the dining room across the table from each other being punished by no one other than Alice.

"Shut the hell up, Cullen." I snarled.

"Make me." He retorted, leaning forward.

"Both of you just SHUT UP!" Alice yelled coming back into the dining room. She was carrying a spiral notebook and a pen. She was wearing glasses that had the black plastic around the outside. And her short hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

"Alice, honestly, why are you making me stay here?" Cullen asked.

"Because I'm giving you two the therapy you need." She smiled at him, sitting down.

"Therapy? What kind of therapy Alice?" I felt my eyes widening.

"Couple therapy," …WHAT?! Is she kidding me? Cullen and I are not, and will never be a couple! Cullen seemed to be having the same thoughts because he stood up and yelled at Alice.

"I would never be a couple with that!" He pointed at me.

"Nor would I ever date such an asshole!" I screeched, pointing back at Cullen.

"Oh, I'm an ass hole?!" He turned to me, face reddening with anger.

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you prefer dickhead?" I asked in a mock concern voice, cocking my head to the right, hands on my hips. This time it wasn't me, but Cullen to lunge over the table and try to strangle me. Alice took her notebook and whacked him in the face.

"Edward! No violence!" She scolded. Cullen was holding his face where the spiral part hit him.

"But, she drove me too it!"

"Just as I'm sure you drove her to it earlier." She was now forcibly placing him back in his chair. I sat down and crossed my arms and laughed.

"Who's the crazy bitch now?"

"Bella, enough." Alice hissed. I rolled my eyes. "Okay, so what seems to be the problem between you too?" She pondered to her self, tapping her pen on her chin. It took a few moments. While Cullen and I glared at each other, arms crossed. All of a sudden Alice giggled in joy. "I got it! You two are so right for each other, that both of you can see it and it's driving you crazy." Alice's grin was so big it took over her face. I raised my eyebrows and said.

"Yes, because two people who are meant to be together try and rip out each others throats every chance they get."

Cullen laughed. "Yea, Alice you're a genius. I never knew that was how a healthy relationship worked. Thank you for opening my eyes." I giggled at his comment.

"I know what the real problem is Alice." I said standing up. She raised her eyebrows at me. "You try to see the good in everything." And with that Cullen and I left her alone in the dining room. We walked out onto the front porch and I sat down on the steps. He came and sat beside me.

"Swa—I mean, Bella, I'm sorry for calling you a bitch and a prude earlier." What? Did he just apologize to me?

"Thank you, Cul—Edward, I'm also sorry for acting the way I did. I was childish and stupid." I looked down at my feet. He pulled my chin up with his hand.

"No, I was the stupid, childish one. I got to go though, I'll talk to you later, I guess. See you, Swan." He then out of no where kissed me tenderly on the forehead. Got up and left.

Alice bounded out of the house. "I told you! I told you!" She was jumping up and down in happiness.

"Shut up Alice. He's kissed so many girls; I bet it's something he usually does when he apologizes, just to butter girls up." I rubbed my forehead; it was tingling where his lips had touched me. Weird, I thought that only happened to people in love. Those sparks when you touch, the static electricity that goes in currents through your body when you kiss the one you're meant to be with. So that must mean…

Oh. My. God.