Summary: Edward has been unmanageable for years and his home situation has gotten out of hand. Eventually, social services finds him a new home with his aunt and uncle. But is a change of scenery really what's needed for a change of heart?

Saints and Angels

Chapter 6

Spanish passed excruciatingly slow. Mrs. Goff tried to get me to introduce myself. But when I blew her off in perfect Spanish, she quickly learned to leave me alone. My Spanish was better than hers. I reluctantly had to admit Bearmett's version of Spanish was fairly funny and I nearly felt sorry for Mrs. Goff. Nearly, because she was stupid enough to become a High School teacher, of all things.

After Spanish Bearmett was quick in catching my arm again and dragging me to my next class. Biology was one of the classes that freed me from my cousins' hawk-eyes. Bearmett had Mr. Banner sign my paper before going off to his own class. I was handed my book and pointed to the last open spot in the now filled class. To my pleasant surprise it was in the back of the room.

I sat down next to a fairly pretty brunette whom already seemed to hate me, if the glare she was sending me was anything to go by.

'Okay, let's see how well you all studied your homework,' Mr. Banner started the class. I quickly lost interest and stared off into space. That is, until a familiar name reached my ears. 'Miss Swan?'

The girl next to me answered. Swan? What were the chances? Esme mentioned the Chief and his wife having four children. I had assumed the fourth was younger, not my age. Come to think of it, she did look like the three siblings Esme watched. I wondered briefly why there were eight years between the girl sitting next to me and Dean, but only about two years between him and the twins. I decided I didn't care, but it did explain the girl's instant hate.

'Mr. Masen?'

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Mr. Banner blankly. 'Yes?'

'The answer please.'

'What was the question?' I didn't really care thought.

'I asked you to name the definition of homeostasis,' Mr. Banner repeated, starting to sound impatient.

'You are kidding me, right?'

'No, I'm not. Now do you know the answer or not?'

I sighed, this was exactly why I hated school so much. Couldn't these teachers grow a brain or something? Seriously, a 10-year-old could answer this question. I made sure to convey my opinion of his question in the bored tone of my voice. 'The ability of a system or living organism to adjust its internal environment to maintain a stable equilibrium.'

Mr. Banner nodded to me and I rolled my eyes. It ain't no goddamn rocket science, you know. Luckily, he decided to move on to another unfortunate and unwilling volunteer. 'Mr. Newton, can you give an example of such an ability?'

A blonde kid with boyish looks stared blankly at Mr. Banner. 'Uh, what did he say?'

Oh god, another class filled with dipshits and morons. And don't forget that glaring Swan girl either, bitch. These pea brains were even worse than those at my old school, at least there the gossip was the one interesting thing that someone could actually learn from. The most exciting gossip that was likely to be found here would be who bought something new or the inch someone's vegetable plant grew. That is, if anyone could keep a vegetable patch here without drowning the plants.

And then there was me of course. I hated them talking about me. I hated what I heard them say about me. And I definitely hated the extremely tall tales some people had come up with. Though, those tales were nothing compared to some things I heard around my old school. Small town kids just aren't that creative, apparently.

'Mr. Masen?' Mr. Banner addressed me again. Why couldn't the fuck face just leave me alone? 'Could you perhaps help Mr. Newton out and give an example of such an ability?'

'What? You mean an example of homeostasis?' I asked. This could not be happening, right? There should be a law against people who were this stupid.

'Yes,' Mr. Banner sighed exasperated. Good, maybe he would soon leave me alone.

'Body heat,' I answered flatly.

Some girls giggled and glanced over their shoulders at me. Great, so it seemed that small towns did produce female minds which had the habit of residing in the gutter. It could've been worked to my advantage, if the girls had actually been interesting to look at. But there were two kinds of girls here from what I had seen. The desperate wannabees with their faces covered in so much make-up, making out with their make-up itself would taste better. And the book nerds, promising to be more trouble than the making out was worth.

Then there was Swan of course. She didn't fit into any of these categories. Neither did energizer bunny, but really, that would just be gross. But Swan, she was neither desperate wannabee nor book nerd. She was just highly irritating and probably had a ten foot pole shoved up her arse. I couldn't wait for this stupid class to be over so I could leave the bitch.

Oh and energizer bunny, beside the fact that she totally wasn't my type, she was also my cousin. I shuddered at the mere hint of the idea of thinking about her like that. It made me want to puke.

At long last the bell rang to relieve me of the torture that was Biology. I quickly threw my book in my bag and all but fled from the classroom... only to run into the broad collection of muscles that was Bearmett. Apparently, even if his class was on the other side of the school grounds, he still found a way to be in time to escort me from class to class. Someone please shoot me dead, my life had officially reached a whole new level of suck.

'Hey Bella,' Bearmett greeted happily, while his iron hold gripped my upper arm again.

'Hey Emmett,' The Bitch, with capital T and B, replied. 'What are you doing here?'

'I have to make sure this loser gets his arse from class to class.'

My anger rose. How dare he? And they even carried on the conversation as if I wasn't even there. Not that I wanted to be included, nor that it didn't suit me just fine, it was a matter of principle. Yet Bearmett's grip on me never eased. I wished I could run. Why did everyone insist on putting me through all this torture anyway?

'Here we are, History,' Bearmett told me brightly as he dragged me to the teacher's desk. The attendance slip was signed once again and I was pointed to my seat. 'Behave,' Bearmett hissed in my ear before leaving. I turned to walk to my seat and found it was right in front of The Bitch. Distantly I wondered if hell was better than this.

History was hardly any better than Spanish and Biology, only now I could feel the prickling of The Bitch's glare in my back the whole time. The teacher wasn't too happy with my answer to her question of what a few historical characters had in common. Apparently, even though it's true, "they're dead" isn't the correct answer.

After History, Bearmett was waiting at the door for me again. I glared and him and made sure to stamp on his foot, hard, as his hand wrapped around my upper arm once again. The Bitch fell into step next to him again as I was towed off to my next class. Of course, knowing my luck, I should have known I hadn't been punished enough yet, because to make matters worse, energizer bunny joined our little procession. All that was missing was the neon sign telling everyone the new kid was right over here.

Things just kept getting worse after that. At the door of the classroom I found out this was not only a class I was having to share my oxygen with The Bitch again, but energizer bunny was going to be there too. Bearmett handed my attendance slip over to the little bugger with a flourish and left us. This would have been the perfect opportunity to run, but the bunny slipped her arm through mine again and gently tugged me into the room. Just like this morning, she seemed to get total control over me by using only the lightest touches. I hated her for it.

After the paper was signed once again, energizer bunny dragged me over to the seat in front of The Bitch and pushed me into it. What was it with that stupid piece paper anyway? In any other school I could understand, but honestly, how blind are the teachers here if they don't notice a new face in the classroom. It's not like they haven't seen all their students grow up from diapers. You'd think they'd remember me attending their class or not.

And what is it with putting me so close to The Bitch all the time? Wasn't it obvious she would skin me alive the first chance she got? Were they tempting fate? Trying to provide her with the opportunity? How much of my past had been told here? That stupid social worker told me I'd get a new start, a clean slate. I didn't want one, but this sure as hell didn't feel like one either.

Of course, my life wouldn't be mine if energizer bunny wasn't seated right next to The Bitch. Judging by their conversation, they were best buddies too. Oh joy.

I all but slept through my English class. Save a tree, don't read books, dude! Someone was kicking against my chair during the whole period though, keeping me from any real sleep. My money was on energizer bunny, though I didn't have any proof. What's the point of studying English anyway? I mean, we use the bloody language all day long and still they think they've got to teach it to us? Whoever decided the subjects for school was a retard.

My frustration build when class ended and Bearmett was leaning again the wall next to the classroom door. Fucker. Mr. Jailor escorted me to the Gym for my next class. I hoped the class involved some physical violence, because I seriously needed to let off some steam or some school property was going to be destroyed. Not that I cared either way, but life was sure to get even more unpleasant if I didn't "behave" on my first day.

The rain was holding off today, or at least most of it, and in the land of rain, rain and some more rain, of course a little drizzle isn't going to stop PE from being outside. After changing I followed a boyish looking blonde guy outside. I thought I saw him in my Biology class as well, but I couldn't really give a damn.

I had hardly set ten steps when I suddenly felt I was being flanked. I glanced to both my sides to find a girl on either side. One was blonde with green fishy eyes, the other had brown hair and blue eyes and both looked like they could fit right in on a random street corner back in Chicago.

The blonde caught my eyes and smiled so sweetly it made me want to puke. 'Hi, Edward,' she purred. 'I'm Lauren Mallory. Welcome to Forks' High School.'

'I'm Jessica,' the brunette piped up. 'I love shopping and my virginity is yours.'

Internally I groaned, I knew this type of girls and I can't say I had a high opinion of them. Blonde bimbo Lauren managed to make her gym clothes show off much more flesh than was healthy in this type of climate… And I shall thus call them Slut and Brainfart.

A/N: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Between a mild concussion, trying to write my Thesis and a trip to Birmingham to meet Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, I didn't have much time to write. And believe it of not, this chapter was also being a bitch. Please don't be mad at me? Oh and also please review? *Alice pout*