Where The Trouble Makers Go

"I can't believe I got detention," Rosalie cried out as we walked to Mr. Terry's room. I sighed and shoved my hands deeper in my pockets, staring down at my shoes that made a squeaking noise against the floors.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I shouldn't have made you ditch class, I could have gone myself," I said in a guilt driven tone.

"No, it's not your fault, Edward. I wanted to go," she replied quickly. I looked up at her as she quickly averted her eyes to the ground and sighed.

"It is my fault. I shouldn't have said that magical word," I rolled my eyes.

"Snow Cone is hardly a magical word. Now, 'California' is a magic word. Sunshine, the ocean, hot guys...I'd sluff school over and over for that." Rosalie bit her lip and her blue eyes stared off into the distance. I kept my hand locked onto her elbow as I guided her past and through the students. I watched where both our feet went to take a step, to make sure neither of us fell.

The things I do for a friend.

I should get a medal.

As we walked into Mr. Terry's room, I paused at the door. There she was. Beautiful as ever and extremely sexy as she nibbled on her pen and stared out the window. She sat in the middle of the seats where other students were quickly filling up. As I made my way near her, I remembered Rosalie. She'd be very pissed if I didn't sit next to her but I couldn't let one of these jerks near Bella.

I glanced around the room, looking for the blonde haired girl who'd I gotten in trouble. Her designer outfit was retreating to the back, where she grimaced at the guy in front of her and took a seat. She began motioning for me to take the spot beside her. I groaned mentally.

What was a guy suppose to do?

Sit next to his best friend or sit next to his possible life partner?

I choose option two. I gave an apologetic smile to Rosalie before making my way next to Bella. The brown eyed brunette looked up at me in surprise before smiling. I grinned widely at her as I took my seat.

The bell rang and Mr. Terry looked our way. "I want complete silence for the next half-hour. During that time you all can either read or work on homework, which may be the best thing to do. Crowley - that's probably the greatest advice you'll receive." We all looked back at Tyler who was rolling his eyes. As I turned by head back to the front, I caught site of Rosalie, she was glaring at me.

I winced and faced forward.

I watched Bella pull out a text book out of her backpack, I then did the same; even though I had already finished my homework. Mr. Terry was leaning over his desk, intently grading papers. I started to rip a piece of paper out of my notebook, causing people to stare at me as the noise filled the empty silence. I felt my face get hot but I continued to rip it out.

I fished out a pen and smiled in triumph before scribbling onto the paper.

What are you in for?

I sneakily tossed it onto her desk. In my peripheral vision I saw her glance at the paper, then at me, and back to the words. She smiled slightly before writing back and extending her arm out.

Leaving class without permission.

I wanted to slap myself. Of course that's the reason. I shook my head before responding to her.

That's really stupid. What if you were going to vomit or something? I think he'd prefer you puking outside of his classroom. After all the Janitors suck here, he'd have to do it himself.

She laughed a magical, angelic giggle; making me swoon and the butterflies in my stomach flop around. She turned and looked at me, a large smile on her face. I couldn't help but to smile back. She handed me the note directly, her large doe eyes staring where our hands connected to the piece of paper.

I should have used that excuse.

I turned to her. "What do you mean?" I whispered. I didn't have the patience to wait for a written response. She looked at the teacher then leaned toward me.

"I said that he got his blood all over my things and it made me angry. He then proceeded to tell me that walking out of his classroom wasn't a way to deal with my "issues". I kinda laughed in his face. I have detention tomorrow too." She snorted and I followed by with my own chuckle. Mr. Terry looked up at us, ceasing our laughs.

Bella snatched the paper from my desk before returning it to me with new sentence.

At least you thought it was funny :)

Her smiley face made me grin. I looked at her. She was staring at me with a glorious smile and a light shade of pink on her cheeks.

"It was," I whispered in a soft tone.

She opened her mouth and whispered back, "Thanks."

I felt my pocket vibrate. I reached into my pocket and opened it under the desk.

You better run when this is over - Rosalie

I looked over my shoulder at Rose. She was staring at me with a smirk and mischievous eyes. I swallowed loudly and turned back, snapping my phone shut and shoving it in my pocket.

Great, now I have her on my case.

My eyes snaked down to my open text book. A woman's uterus stared at me as I realized I was bored. It had only been nearly four minutes; I still had twenty six more to go. I had nothing to do, my homework was finished, all my books were in my car and I couldn't even talk to anyone. This was pure torture. I had always hated the guy who invented school, now I hate the guy who invented detention. I glanced around at me at the somewhat familiar faces.

Whatever the reason for detention, it wasn't having an effect on Eric Yorky. He was always here, always getting pink slips and suspensions.

Mr. Terry stood up and walked to the door, he looked back at us. "I'll be right back. Mrs. Kathryn is next door and she'll be listening." We all exhaled as he left the room, I turned to Bella. The talking picked up and I felt envious. I wanted to be a part of that.

"So, Bella?" She turned to look at me. "Any boyfriends?"

She blushed fiercely and her brown eyes went wide, she scoffed and looked forward. I continued to stare at her, to wait for her response.

She looked back at me. "No comment."

"That's not a good answer. Yes or no?" I stated to her, she laughed briefly before answering.

"No comment," she repeated with a joking tone.

"What about that one guy you sit to next at lunch-"

"I sit with a lot of guys at lunch," she cut me off.

"That guy you rode on the motorcycle with?" I finished, she snickered before frowning deeply.

"Jacob and I are just friends." She sighed and looked down at her notebook.

"Oh. So you want to be more than just friends?" I hated saying it. I didn't want Bella to want to be with him, or anyone at that. I wanted her to feel attracted to me.

"Not really. Jacob's the one who wants to be more then friends, but I've told him that I don't feel the same way. But yet, you can never make someone stop liking you. I put up with him, only because I love him. He's my best friend. A brother in a way," she explained to me. I nodded.

I had never been so relieved in my life.

"What about the newer kid. Is he your boyfriend?" I asked her, curiosity burning in me.

"Seth? No. I don't have a boyfriend," she smiled at me. Of course I smiled back, I couldn't help it.

"What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked back.

"Not today," I said to her with a wink. She smiled at me, but this time it was fake. I could tell how it didn't touch her eyes, how her face was hard.

"What about that preppy blonde?" she asked, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder.

"Who? Rosalie? No way!" I stated, trying to keep from freaking out and cringing.

"Oh," Bella responded, blushing.

"Is someone jealous?"

She blushed deeper. "Maybe."

That caught me off guard. I assumed she'd lie or say something witty in response. Instead she decided to tease me. What a little devil. A cute one at that.

"Alright. Quiet everyone," Mr. Terry said as he walked back into the classroom. We all boringly turned back to what we were doing before.

--

We were free.

Finally.

I gathered my things slowly, waiting for Bella to leave. Rosalie had already left. Probably trying to get home before her parents would find out about today.

"You're not going to stalk me are you?" Bella asked without looking up.

"Perhaps," I joked.

She smiled up at me and began to walk out of the classroom. I followed her lead like a dog. I felt like Mike Newton.

"So did you hear about what happened yesterday?" I asked her as I walked beside her to the parking lot.

"Um. Yeah," she said, biting her lip and staring at her feet. She gripped her back pack straps, her knuckles turning white. There goes that suspicion again. How Ben's death could relate to Bella was beyond me, but my intuition says something different.

It was silent for the rest of the walk. We both stopped at the curb, staring at the practically empty spaces.

"Do you need a ride?" I questioned her. Just at that moment a loud rumbling noise was heard and once again that motorcycle appeared.

"Thanks. But I already got one," she said as we watched the bike turn into the parking lot.

"So, do you want to go out sometime?" I asked suddenly. Can you say desperate?

She looked at me and then the motorcycle as it pulled up a few feet away. She smiled at me and walked toward him.

"I'll take that as a yes then?" I stated in a questioned tone.

She stuck her hand behind her back, crossing her index finger with her middle one. A promise? Bella continued to smile at me as she climbed onto the back of the bike. I watched her speed away with her so called best friend.

I sighed.

Holy Fuck.

I'm going on a date with Bella Swan.

--

I walked into the front door, shelter from the pouring rain. Carlisle looked up at me from his news paper and took a sip of his coffee. It was one of his night shift weeks.

"Detention, huh?" He asked, patting a spot next to the couch. I sighed and dropped my bag beside the door. I slipped my shoes of and hung my jacket before making my way over to him.

"Yup," I said, collapsing onto the couch. "Am I in trouble?" Carlisle looked at me with his light blue eyes. He pursed his lips then took a deep breath.

"No," he stated with a grin. I smiled back at him as he brought the paper in front of him. I caught site of the headline and began reading with him.

Slaughter In Seattle

On October 12th, five teenagers were found dead in the woods near their campsite. Others camping with the teens say that their friends had gone to a cave not too far from the camp zone. At eight P.M they heard loud screams of terror and pleas, along with the sound of strange growling noises. When the campers arrived to the cave they had only found the remains of bodies. They couldn't detect if it was from an animal or if it was a homicide. Detectives are now investigating this horrible loss but it seems that they aren't solving this case fast enough. Just last night a boy from Forks had also been brutally attacked in the woods which led to his fetal death of only age fifteen. Let's not forget the case five weeks ago where a couple visiting from North Dakota both were murdered in a horrible way while asleep. No one is exactly sure what's killing our fellow state members, but all we do know is that the woods are not safe, especially during night time. Parents, we suggest you pay attention to your children. And Adults; a night get away may seem nice, but it won't be when you find yourself in the midst of being murdered. Stay safe.

October 18th, 2009
- Emily Young; Seattle Sanctum Journalist

Reading this article brought my thoughts to Esme and Alice, panic flooded through me.

"Where's mom?" I asked suddenly, and abruptly. Carlisle jumped slightly.

"They went shopping," he spoke, staring at me intently. "Are you alright, son?"

I ran a shaky hand through my hair, breathing out. "Just got freaked a little. Scary stuff."

My voice broke in a few places. I continued to breathe in and out as I calmed myself and tried to slow my heart rate down. Silly how a few murders could make me so panicked.

"It is. That's why you will be staying out of the woods right?" Carlisle stated, his eyes burning.

"Of course, I don't feel like getting my face chewed off like..." Shit. I almost spilled the beans. "Like these poor kids. That's gotta' suck. Who would have thought that by going camping with friendsw ould lead into death. Not me. No sir'ee"

Carlisle stared at me with raised eyebrows but remained silent. He gave up at his loner staring contest and began folding up his news paper and sipping his coffee.

"Mm!" he hummed, slamming his paper and cup down as he turned to me. "Did you know that Alice and Jasper Hale were together?"

His surprise and excitement had me muffling my laughter with my clamped mouth. "Yeah. I did. When did you find out?"

"Last night. It was around Midnight. Alice had fallen asleep watching E! News once again. When she woke up she asked if she could tell me something. I told her of course and that's when she had said to me that her and Jasper were "in love" and wanted my consent." Carlisle actioned quotations marks with his fingers and slightly rolled his eyes. I couldn't blame him; I'd have the same response.

"You said no, right?" I asked, elbowing him jokingly.

"I gave her my permission to date him. Jasper is a good boy."

I sighed. "Well. I've got homework and stuff. I'll see ya later."

"Alright. Love you, son," he said as I walked past him.

"You too."

In my room I threw my bag onto the floor next to my desk and slipped into a pair of basket ball shorts. I walked into Alice's room and stared at myself in the mirror. My reflection tilted it's head alone with me.

My green eyes looked back at me with a small glow around them. They were my mother's; at least that's what I can tell from the photograph Carlisle and Esme had given me and Alice when we moved in with them. That was a long time ago though. I couldn't remember anything. I guess when I was two and Alice nearly one, our parents died in a horrible car accident. Carlisle and Esme adopted us not to soon after. It didn't take them long to announce that they weren't our birth parents, but Alice took it a little harder than they thought she would. I suppose they figured it would be me, but in my eyes they were always our true parents.

I also had my mother's same color of hair. My bronze locks sat on my head in a messy fashion, but I let it be that way. I didn't feel the need to comb it neatly in place or use hair gels. I loved how it looked like I had just crawled out of bed, ran a hand through it, and went off for the day.

It always made me feel like a rock star.

I looked more like my birth-father though. A distinctive jaw line, and chiseled cheek bones. I looked older then I actually was, which was a plus for me.

Esme had always called me handsome. Alice calls me a looker. Carlisle calls me his little 'go-getter', whatever that means. I had to admit I was good looking. I wasn't plain faced nor ugly faced. In the end I was attractive, even enough for the beautiful goddess also known as Bella Swan.

"If you start wearing my underwear, I'm telling on you," Alice said as she walked into her room and looked surprised to see me.

I rolled my eyes. "I was just looking at myself. I didn't know it was crime to act like Rosalie."

"Well if you get a blonde wig and start wearing high heels, then it may be," Alice commented, setting her shopping bags onto her bed.

"Be sure to visit me when I'm in the slammer," I retorted.

She brought a flat hand to her head and saluted me. "Will do Captain Crunch. Now, why don't you do me a favor and get the hell out."

I rolled my eyes and brushed past her. Back in my room I sat on my bed and pursed my lips. I was bored again but I really didn't want to do anything. I wanted to be one of those people that can do nothing yet not be bored. Like a guy who goes fishing. That sounds nice. Maybe I could go fishing? Me and Carlisle. Together. Father and son.

I quickly jumped up from excitement and ran out of my room. I took the stairs two at a time as I made way to the first level. Carlisle was still sitting on the couch, but this time watching T.V. Carlisle must be as bored as I am.

"Hey, dad?" I called out. He looked up at me as I took my last step on the stairs.

"Can we go fishing. Just you and me?" I asked him. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung open. It took him a moment to gather his thoughts and put himself together. He cleared his throat and straightened.

"Sure. That would be great. How about Sunday? I don't have work," Carlisle spoke to me.

My head bobbed up and down in excitement. "Perfect."

A/N

- There's something I've been meaning to say...I love you guys =D Your reviews make my day, seriously. Each one brings a smile to my face and makes me glow. Thanks. You guys are what keeps this story alive.

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