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Hey! Sorry it took so long to update... FF was acting up and wouldn't let me access the story for a while, and then my internet went out. Word of advice: Don't use Charter. Anyway, here it is!
I had one vote for getting EPOV and one for not, so I'll just go with just Bella's POV unless more people wanna hear from him. He may start talking later in the story... We'll see how it goes.
I'm so glad and thankful that you guys are enjoying this story! Thanks for the reviews... They help me continue. There's speculation about Edward being in a gang/mob...All I can say is it will be revealed. Alright, read on! Hope you enjoy. :)
Chapter 4- All Classes
I sat in the lunchroom, feeling frazzled out and tired. Edward had somehow gotten himself transferred to all of my classes, and he had been serious about me becoming his. I rested my hands on my head, my mind replaying my disaster of a morning.
"Give me a pencil, Princess."
"Get the book out of my backpack, Princess."
"Didn't you hear? We have to do problems. Get to work."
"Oops, I dropped my notebook. Hey Princess, mind getting it for me?"
"The backpacks can't be that heavy. Hurry the fuck up, Princess, or we'll be late to class. Can't have that, now can we?"
I was certain I'd hear the word princess in my sleep at this point.
All morning, he had ordered me around, not bothering to lower his voice and making my entire body burn in embarrassment. Everyone had looked at me weirdly, and when a teacher had requested him to be quiet, he just looked at the teacher with a blank expression before he went right back to it.
But, when I thought about it, it was strange. The teachers had done nothing to him. In fact, the teachers seemed scared of him. When he didn't listen, they just looked at him angrily and then went on back to teaching their lessons. What was up with that? I had no answers, and I had a feeling I wasn't going to get any.
Sighing, I leaned forward to pick up my spoon, about to dig in and eat my chicken soup when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I groaned a little, setting my spoon back down and getting it out. I looked in disbelief at the message on my phone.
From: Edward Cullen
Bring me lunch. 2 burgers, a large cola,
and fries.
There was no food like that on campus. And he couldn't mean for me to leave campus. It was against the rules. Just then, I got another message.
From: Edward Cullen
Burger King
I gaped down at my phone in disbelief. Did he really mean for me to go off campus just to get him lunch? Well, that wasn't going to happen. There was a limit to what guilt could make me do, especially when I wasn't sure what I was even really paying him back for. I was just about to put my phone back when it vibrated again. I looked at the message.
From: Edward Cullen
Get Up. Now.
My head snapped up and looked around and gaped to see him standing in the doorway of the cafeteria, his arms crossed as he stared at me. I gulped but sat there resolutely. A formidable look crossed his face and he stepped into the cafeteria. It went silent again as he slowly sauntered up to my table then stood there, staring down at me.
"Aren't you going to get up?" he asked me, his arms crossed.
Moistening my lips, I clearly said, "No."
It was utterly silent in the cafeteria, and it seemed like everyone held their breath, waiting for his response. It took less than five seconds for it to come.
He suddenly reached down and grabbed my backpack, slinging it over his shoulder, before he reached down and grabbed my arm, yanking me out of my seat. I gasped as he practically dragged me out of the cafeteria, hearing everyone start talking once again as we left.
~*TEM*~
"Drive," he said, shoving keys in my hand. I sat in the driver seat of an old, shiny and roomy red Camaro, and Edward was beside me.
"It's against the rules to go off the campus during school hours," I said firmly for the fifth time, refusing to take the keys.
"Jesus Christ... rules, rules, rules," he said in frustration, looking at me in disgust. "Is that all you know?"
"And is all you know how to do break them?" I asked him. I ignored the way my voice shook slightly.
He regarded me for a moment before saying, "You've probably never done anything out of the ordinary in your entire life, have you, Princess?" I was silent, feeling my face turn red in embarrassment, and he snorted. "Figures. Must be nice to have everything handed to you, huh?"
"You don't know anything about me," I said tightly.
"Don't need to. You couldn't answer my question. That tells me all I need to know."
"You know what they say about people who assume. That's probably why you have some of the worst grades in the entire school," I snapped, finally at my limit. How dare he assume he knew anything about me?
"Shut the fuck up," he snapped right back, and I jumped a little, though I tried not to. "You're mine anyway, so do what I tell you, Princess."
I didn't answer, pressing my lips into a firm line. It was quiet for a few seconds, and then he said, "Fine."
He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and came around to the driver side. I sat there looking straight ahead until he said, "Get out."
I looked at him, wondering why he was so calm. I hesitated, wondering if it would be in my best interests to go against him so early. I had made up my mind to not let him order me around however he wanted just because I had lost something of his, but I was still scared of him. I clearly remembered the strength of his anger the previous day and didn't want to provoke it, but what he had said had both stung and made me angry. It was like I couldn't help it.
"Suit yourself," he said, coming down and pushing me suddenly. I yelped as I slid across the seat, the leather burning my thigh slightly. He got in quickly, locking the doors and slamming his shut, then took the key from his seat, sticking it in the ignition.
"Hey, what are you-" I started, but was shut up when he threw my back pack at me, then put his car in gear, turning to reverse quickly out of the parking lot.
"What are you doing?!" I yelled, trying to unlock the door to get out in vain.
"Going to get something to eat," he said, screeching out of the parking lot and heading down the busy streets.
~*TEM*~
I sat in the car, unable to believe what had just happened. I had just broken a rule. Well, not on purpose, but I had put myself in a situation where I could have. And so it had ended up that way; here I sat, in a car with Edward, who was eating his lunch. I felt my stomach grumble once again and put my hands over it. I hadn't eaten lunch. Because of HIM. I looked over at him eating and glared. Such a rude guy. Even if I had lost something of his, wasn't this too much?
"Hungry?" he asked after I'd glared at him for a few moments.
"No," I said sourly, turning to look forward. We were sitting in the parking lot of the Burger King, which was full because it was lunch hour.
"Suit yourself," he said, shrugging and taking a long, slurping sip of his coke. We sat in silence, him eating and me sitting there, getting angrier and angrier. Even if I was scared of him, this was just too much. Taking a breath, I turned to him.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, looking at him as he stuffed fries in his mouth.
"Because I'm hungry," he answered nonchalantly, raising my ire further.
"I mean, why are you doing this to me?"
"You're the one who lost something of mine."
"So what was it that was so important?!" I asked him, letting my impatience come in my voice. But I shrunk back when he turned to look at me.
"Do you really want to know?" he asked, his tone suddenly lower and the entire atmosphere changing. My heart started pounding as he leaned closer to me. I backed up away from him, and he kept leaning forward until I had nowhere to go, pressed up against the door. I held my breath as he brought his face close to mine.
"Because I don't think you do. Haven't you heard of the phrase curiosity killed the cat?" he asked me almost conversationally, his eyes burning into mine. He reached a hand out, running his index finger down my neck. I swallowed hard, trapped in his gaze and feeling the burn of that light touch tingle through my entire body. I found myself almost unable to breathe as his eyes darkened and hardened.
"You're smart, so I'm sure you can figure out what that means. You don't ask questions. You don't talk back. You do what I say. You really don't want to fuck with me, Princess. You understand me?"
I gulped, hearing the threat in his light, deceptively cajoling voice and large hands on my neck. My heart was pounding in fear and something else, my breath trapped. I couldn't do anything but nod as I looked in his serious dark eyes.
He searched them for a second before he seemed satisfied. "Good. Now shut the fuck up." He backed away and I released my breath, almost gasping for air. He turned forward, turning the car on and looking back to get out of the parking spot.
It was quiet the entire way back to the school. I was freaking out in my mind, remembering the seriousness in that light tone of his, the strength in those hands. I was scared, remembering the condition of the boy that he had beat up last year. Would he really do something to me? I didn't know because I didn't know him. Despite that, something else was troubling me. My heart pounded as I remembered the proximity of his handsome face, the deepness of his voice even as he was speaking softly. I was a bit hot, and I couldn't get my mind off of the intensity of his eyes. What was wrong with me?
He suddenly stopped, and I looked up, jolting out of my thoughts and realizing we were back at school. I looked down at my watch, seeing that it was a few minutes before lunch ended. I was surprised; it had felt like so much longer than that. I took a breath and looked over at him as I slipped my seat belt off. He sat there with his hands on the wheel, his face inscrutable as he stared forward. I heard a buzz and he looked down, getting his cellphone from his pocket. I watched as he read the screen, his face blank. He put the phone back in his pocket, putting his hands back on the steering wheel.
"Get out," he said, not looking at me.
I sat there, still thinking about earlier. He turned to me, an annoyed look on his face, and suddenly leaned toward me and reached behind me, opening the passenger door before pushing me back. I fell out of the car on my butt, letting out a gasp of pain at the feel of my tailbone hitting the concrete and fully awake from my thoughts. I looked up at him, glaring and about to open my mouth, when he threw my backpack out on the ground beside me.
I scrambled up, spluttering in protest, as he ignored me and closed the passenger door.
"HEY!" I started when he opened the door again, glaring at me. I immediately closed my mouth.
"See you tomorrow, Princess," he said, and shut the door, quickly backing the car up and then screeching off.
I stood there in disbelief, a mixture of emotions in me. But there were two words that summed them all up at that moment, words that I had never used until that instance when I stood there, my backside throbbing as I watched the red car disappear out of my sight.
"That bastard."
That bastard indeed. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I personally think angry Edward is hot. Heh heh...
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