Wow, I haven't updated in awhile. well, here you go.

"You've got to ask her out." Jacob had said for the seventh time and third period hasn't even started.

"Come on! She's into you." He persists.

"Jake, there was a lot of people there, nerves were just getting everybody..." I retorted. "People do strange things, including me."

"Look, you blew it with Jessica. You blew it with Tanya. You have to make something happen with Bella. You owe it to me."

"Even if she liked me - which she doesn't. What I'm I supposed to do? Ask her over to my house? My place is bugged and I really don't think Mr. Swan would be happy to hear his daughter over his surveillance equipment."

Jake shrugs. "She has a house."

"He lives there!" I exploded.

"Not all day," Jake reasons. "Those guys put in big hours. It's a lot of work investigating a major underworld kingpin."

I let that comment pass. "Look I have to go to trig. I'll see you at lunch."

"Edward Cullen. Come to the front of the class." Mrs. Hanns commanded. "Please work this problem."

Trigonometry. I was perfect... sort of... in every other subject but math. My brain just doesn't accept it. It sucks too because I try really hard to get it right, but it just never works out. So of course Mrs. Hanns had to pick me because I'm the stupid math kid... but not today! I knew this problem. I don't know why, but I knew how to figure it out.

"Okay, well sin a equals two T over one plus T to the second. Hmm... well, you have to... change this by added this to both sides then that becomes an equasion... put that around it add the to exponets get rid of the T and there you have it. Cos a equals 2 to the forth power."

I smiled at the class as I put the chalk down. I actually got it! I turned to the teacher. I expected her to be angry or confused... but disgusted? That ain't right fellas, that ain't right.

"What?" I asked. As she stared at me with a horrible expression on her face.

"Very good Mr. Cullen but um... I think you should see the nurse." Her voice quivered and she paled.

I fingered through my hair and my hand came out with little white squirmy things on them.

"Ew." I stated and ran out of the class grabbing a hall pass on my way out.

"Gross, gross, gross, gross. How did I get lice?" I exclaimed to myself as I neared the nurses office.

I spoke to the lady but I'd have to wait, the nurse was already seeing somebody...no doubt making out with somebody.

I sat down on the bench and put my head in my hands. Ugh, how on earth-

"Hey." A weary Bella spoke.

I looked up and saw her sit next to me, sporting a hat that covered all of her hair/

Of course. If butterflies can fly from Brazil to up here than I guess a dedicated louse can hop from one strand of Bella's hair to mine during our brief but memorable make out session. Dad must have said it a million times. "Those lousy FBI agents!"

I looked down. I wasn't sure how I felt about that kiss. It was kind of pathetic of me but I have to saw I really liked it... but now... it gave me lice.

We didn't say anything. just remained silent. Awkward.

"Edward Cullen." The generic voice of a crabby lady called me.

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"I didn't even know they were there!"

"You can't feel lice. They are to tiny. The discomfort you are feeling is an allergic reaction from the lice's ficus."

Well that makes me feel so much better.

"Alright so you need a nit comb, lice shampoo, and medication. We have a bottle of medication here for you, but you'll have to go to the drug store for the shampoo and comb. And here is your permission slip to miss school today."

"Thanks." I mumbled as I stepped out of the office. Bella wasn't there so I went on out of the building, heading for the parking lot.

I was about to drive away when I saw Bella standing in front of the bus stop. I'm guessing she's going to get the same lice terminator gunk I am. At first I feel sympathetic. It would take three buses to go to CVS. But then... she is the one that gave it to me. I mean, it's not like we had a long term relationship. We made out once... you know, how was I supposed to know that she wasn't those types that hop from guy to guy spreading cooties like some sick head-lice Typhoid Mary.

But I relax. This is Bella.

"Hi." I rolled down the window.

"Hey." She said miserably.

I take a deep breath. "I think we are going to the same place. Hop in."

"I don't know what you're talking about." she said stubbornly.

In the vending Machine business I believe the apporpraite line here would be; you can either ride in the car or at the end of the rope behind it. Your choice.

Fortunately, I'm a civilian. "Right, right. Well, I'm going to the drug store to get something. I guess I was just under the impression that you were too. Weird my first impressions are normally right." I paused. Now I was sounded like a jack-ass. "Look, Bella, just let me drive you to the drugstore."

Avoiding my eyes, she gets in the car.

The silence along the drive is insufferable. But what is there to say? 'I'm ingested; how about you?'

She blurted out as I stopped the car. "I have a tradition before I go on stage I wear my hat."

"Oh-uh-that's nice-"

"That's where the lice are from," she explains. "I left my hat at home and I really felt uncomfortable with out wearing one back stage so I borrowed one from this guy. And you got it when we..." Her voice trails off.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine. It's not incurable." I said gallantly.

Well, it my be curable but it's not cheap.

"Oh uh." Bella said rummaging through her purse.

I checked in my wallet. Hmm... forty three dollars. Not enough for all this stuff and defiantly not enough to help Bella. I did have a credit card I use for emergency's. I'm not quite sure how legit this is. But the issuing bank doesn't exactly inspire confidence: Banco Commerciale de Tijuana. I don't know how much they'd appreciate their hard-earned pesos going to pay for my delousing.

"We can split it," Bella suggests shyly. "You know, buy just one set. I think we've got enough money for that."

"But-" A dozen promblems come to mind.

"My parents both work," she says. "I think we'll be finished by the time they get home."

It comes to sixty-one. We get an extra comb so we can both have one.

I pull up to her house. It's a pretty nice neighborhood. But it's painfully obvious FBI agents don't make as much as the people they are investigating do. Le Chateau Cullen has eight thousand square feet and a four-car garage, even though, according to DMV records, I am the only family member who actually owns a car.

It's so weird being in Agent Yawn's house. So this is where the guy is when not listening to my family pass gas.

Bella changes upstairs into an old jogging suit and tosses me a faded sweatshirt. "This is my dad's. See if it fits."

I put it on and examine myself in the mirror. Across my chest reads FBI. Me, Edward Cullen. This is like Captain Ahab in a Save the Whales T-shirt.

We get started and rub this awful smelling shampoo into our hair. It's really awful. I left it in there for about ten minutes then rinsed it off and sprayed something in my hair and put this medicine in it. It's supposed to be left in there for a good twenty minutes, the max is thirty.

It's kind of awkward. I have nothing really in common with Bella except head-lice. So we spend the time spraying our clothes with anti-egg crap. Then we went up stairs to do her bed stuff.

We were just about to head back to the basement to rinse the stuff out in the laundry sink when the door opens and a voice called. "Anybody home?"

"Oh crap. My dad's here. I didn't want him to know about this."

She doesn't want him to know about this? That goes quadruple for me! I mean, doesn't every FBI agent dream of the day that he gets home early and walks in on his daughter washing her hair in the company of a mobster's son?

"I gotta get out of here."

"Don't I wish," Bella agrees.

"No really!" I look around. The window is the only way out, but the backyard is sloped, so there's a ten-foot drop to the ground.

I'm wighing the idea of two broken ankles when I spot it. The bedroom next door is located aboce a screened-in porch. I can get out onto the porch roof and climb down from there. I run to her parent's room.

Bella follows me. "I was kidding. It's not the end of the world."

But I'm already climbing up on the night table to get to the window. My foot knocks over a tube of Preparation H, I have an insane desire to laugh. It seems only fair that I know something embarrassing about Agent Yawn after he's been spying on my family all this time.

Foot steps stopped me from laughing and I jumped the four foot drop to the flat roof.

"But we're not finished yet!"

"Save my half of the stuff," I call up to her. I climb onto the drainpipe and heave myself over the side. The gutter comes away from the wall, and I crash painfully to the ground. I thought that only happens in the movies.

I considered trying to fix it but I heard Bella say. "You're home early, Dad."

I just ran. With any luck, the guy isn't a very good FBI agent and won't lift my sneaker prints off his tube of Preparation H.

My heart beat is back to normal as I reach the end of the driveway. I go through the back door. I have no desire to explain what's in my hair. But dad catches me as I make for the stairs. But it isn't the hair that he notices.

"Edward! Where did you get that shirt?"

Heart sinking I look down, already knowing what I'm going to find. I'm still wearing Agent Yawn's sweatshirt. My chest is a billboard for the FBI.

"That's priceless." Carlisle howls, helpless with laughter. "Can you get a couple for me and Emmett? Better yet, a bunch. Some of your uncles would drop dead over them!"

I mumble something incorhent about a novelty shop in the city and try to head up the stairs but he gets a good clean look at me... and smell.

"Jeez Edward, when I was your age, I put grease in my hair, and that was bad enough. But you smell like a mortuary."

So, what do you think? Do you want more? And yes this chapter was striclty based off of the... seventh chapter in Son of a Mob. (i think it was seventh) anywho, review like the wind peoples! (any ideas on what i should do sometime...)

- Rosalie