EDWARD'S POV

"Calm yourselves, man! It's just the road, I've never been in an accident before, nor a ticket." I stole a glance at them in the rearview mirror. I sighed shaking my head. The could be so sensitive sometimes, such girls. What's so bad about driving fast? It's not like I'm going to crash or something.

I lowered my speed to 80. "You girls can stop shaking now." We arrived at Fork's High in no second later. Thanks to my driving, we had about 15 minutes 'till school started.

"Dude, you guys alright?" my voice panicked slightly, my parents would kill me if they ever got traumatized.

"Just peachy." Jasper sucked in a ragged breath. Emmett nodded in agreement. Rolling my eyes I opened my car door.

"Hurry up guys; we need to get a move on. We still have to get our schedules." I opened their side of the door, just standing there, waiting for them to pull their acts together.

Emmett, trying to look tough and strong, got up and dusted the imaginary dirt off of his shirt. Jasper stayed in the car, head leaning back eyes closed.

"C'mon man!" Emmett finally found his voice. I just stood there, waiting. Hands in my pocket, eyes rolling repeatedly.

"Holy hell Jasper! Stop being so dramatic!" This guy just new which buttons to push when it came to time.

"I…can't, feel my legs." He panted.

I threw my hands up in exaggeration. "Why don't you just tie a mattress behind your back?"

He must've noted the sarcasm and irritancy in my voice because he shot up. No one likes a pissed off Edward.

"Sure thing Eddie. You go on ahead and get your damned schedule."

I narrowed my eyes. I didn't have time for this.

"Alright, alright. Fine jeez!" hands up in motions of surrender. We walked together, entering the office and out. We barely had any classes together. Oh, well. Least we had lunch and a free period off the same time.

"This sucks! You know what sucks even more?" Emmett exclaimed.

Jasper and I sighed in unison, rolling my eyes I answered, "No Emmett, what could ever so possibly suck more than this?"

"We can't fool around during class time!" he scowled, waving his paper around agitatedly. He can't possibly be serious! He's throwing a fit for that? Jeez! So much for being a man.

-:-

Minutes after listening to Emmett whine about not being able to play and fool around during class time, the school started filling up.

A group of jocks there, a bunch of cheerleaders here. Hippies in the usual, nerds burying their noses in a book. Posers busying themselves posing, snarky looking bitches bitching on other people, possibly freshmen. Typical. This is your typical high school filled highschoolers.

Nothing oh so special about this place. The only good thing about this place is the easy looking chicks. And by easy I mean, easy. They would probably spread their legs open to you at any moment they see you. You wouldn't even have to ask.

Well, there could be a good side and a bad side to that. I'm going optional on all.

"Guys c'mon let's get to class." I wonder how many times I've rolled my eyes today. I cringed at the sound of the school bell ringing. Definitely not music to my ears.

I looked around for my homeroom, not much of a big school.

As I entered my homeroom, I noticed I wasn't the only one late. It was filled with students, throwing crap at each other, girls gossiping, and so forth.

As soon as I walked through that door, the only barrier aside from these beige walls, everyone stopped. One of the guys having a paper fight threw a crumpled piece of paper at me. It landed by my foot, I shoved my hands in my pocket to refrain from strangling him; I wasn't in the mood for taking anyone's shit.

He glared at me, probably from all the attention I was earning. I raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to step up to me. Like I said, I'm not in the mood for shit. He shrunk back into his seat, obviously intimidated by the gesture.

I walked to the only empty desk, in the back of the room. Every girl I walked by, either puffed their chests out or shied away. Some were even brave enough to give me a sultry look, or whisper a fairly seductive greeting.

As soon as I was seated, everyone turned their seats around to stare. The first one was a girl with yellow highlights. I smirked at her and she undoubtedly swooned.

I turned to my left and saw a boy with short blonde hair staring at me, void of all emotions. But the hint of resentment and jealousy was apparent.

Class started, no later than a few minutes later. The blonde haired boy turned to me and whispered, "Hey, I'm Mike." He stuck his hand out.

I resisted the urge to slap his hand away, and shook it as light as possible with insulting his face. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't always like this in first time meetings, it's just that this Mike guy gave away a bad vibe.

"Edward." I replied as quietly as he.

-:-

That was the worst class ever!

Who knew talking back to that Mike guy would make me feel so regretful. He kept talking to me the whole time, even as the teacher told me to introduce myself. He kept whispering the latest gossip of the school, the hottest chick, the ugliest, and the most popular group. Although when he told me that he was part of the popular group, I almost flew into hysterics. I almost pissed myself when he told me the he was one of the hottest guys in school!

Good thing I was able to hold myself from hysterics 'till class ended. He was so goddamn arrogant. Much more than I was. And seeing as how I am me, that was saying something.

English was probably the best class out of all. Biology was the worst; I was paired up with a hot bimbo. And yes, I was so much of a jerk to call her hot then insult her. I shook my head as I thought about how or conversation went.

"Hi! I'm Jessica, Jessica Stanley." She twirled a strand of her hair, smiling so widely I thought her face might get stuck.

"Edward Cullen." I nodded briefly.

"So, like, what are you?"

I gave her a confused look. What the hell do you think I am? I'm simply human like her, so what triggered that thought?

"Pardon?"

"You know, like where you last schooled from?" she laughed at me like I said something really funny.

"Oh, I'm from Alaska." I just don't understand how someone so stupid could look so…hot?

Then, she continued on talking about her latest hook up and how great she was in bed. Throwing sultry glances at me every now and then, or licking her lips fully. I practically did all the work to keep myself from telling her to shut up. I just kept on nodding my head at whatever she said.

Lunch time came by quickly, I was looking forward to getting out of biology, I dashed out of the classroom. Maybe Jessica and I can hook up when I'm in the mood and patient enough.

In my hurry of getting out of there, and finding my friends, I bumped into someone. Knocking her down, and almost tripping myself.

"Shit!" I cursed. I looked down and saw a girl with her books scattered around her. She had long thick mahogany hair. It looked so soft and silky I could just run my fingers through it without getting stuck on a tangle. She had a petite form; she was probably about 5'5. She was curvaceous. She was mumbling an "Ouch." While rubbing her forehead. I never got to see her face, her hand and hair were covering it.

"Could you please watch where you're going next time?" I spat, and walked away. Knowing full well that it should've been me to blame.

I stomped of to the lunch room. A hand grabbed on my shoulder, I shrugged it off.

"Whoa! Hey man, you've been in a prissy mood today." I turned around and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sorry man. Just a rough start off." I ran my hands shakily through my hair.

"What's up?" Jasper came along, holing his history book. Emmett crossed his arms expectantly.

"Nothing," I sighed again. "Rough start. I'll talk about it in the lunch room." They nodded and followed along.

Instead of lining up to get my lunch, went straight to an empty table. They went to the other side and sat down, so they were facing me.

"Some moron kept talking to me during homeroom, it was quite aggravating really. Then in English, some gay guy kept touching my arm and asking me for help. Biology, I was paired up with a total dumb shit, she can't even speak a right sentence. Then on my way to lunch I was in such a hurry to get away from the freak that I bumped into a brunette, than I snapped at her. Even though it was my fault." I breathed shakily, pinching the bridge of my nose then running my fingers through my hair.

"Ouch! You snapped at an innocent pedestrian that was in your way?" Jasper shook his head.

"As much as I hate to say it, I kind of hated the attention I was receiving."

Emmett tusked.

"What about you guys?"

Emmett sighed, "I got scolded at. The teacher thought I was sleeping. 'Bout you Jazz?"

"I think my history teacher hates me. I was being too much of a smart ass, correcting his every mistake and shit. It's not my fault he didn't know when the Korean War started or took place." He huffed and blew a strand of his blond hair that fell onto his eyes. I chuckled darkly. So much for a fresh start. It's not as fresh as it seems.

"Do you guys ever notice that most of the teachers here are males?" Emmett quipped. Jasper and I nodded.

"Well, I think they're giving us a hard time because they're jealous or something." He flexed his muscles shamelessly. Obviously, he always found a way to boast.

"Maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong. Who knows? You're like the most paranoid between the three of us." I put my head down the table.

"God, I honestly don't know what I'll do if anyone as annoying as those people you've mentioned show up." Jasper sighed.

"Just kill them, that'll shut them up forever." Emmett replied nonchalantly, still busy checking himself out. I sighed and continued bumping my head to the table.

As if on cue, "Hey! Would you guys mind if we joined you? Or if you joined us, because like, you guys are sitting in the loser's seat."

I stared up at them confused, "What do you mean this is the loser's seat?" there was a group of blondes, red-heads, and some brunettes standing in front of us. Mike and a couple of jocks were there too.

"The school losers. Swan, Hale, and Brandon. This is their table." A strawberry blonde smiled angelically. Or at least tried to.

"Well, honestly I don't care. If you wanna sit with us, go ahead. I don't care who owns this table. As long my friends and I are sitting here, then it's OUR table." I shook my head, and looked at my friends. They signaled me to allow them to sit with us. Obviously they wanted to 'fit in' and they wanted to hook up with some of these chicks.

There were lots of them. They even had to drag extra chairs in order to sit at our table. The loser table was now known as the popular table.

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