Dia Cullen

She's 15. She's half-vamp. And she's running with the Cullens.

After lunch was History and to my dismay, Wyatt was there and he was waving at me like crazy.

I decided to give him a short smile before I approached the teacher, Mr. Smithson, to sign the stupid slip again.

"Excuse me, sir-"

"Yes, yes, the Cullen girl. Give me that and take a seat."

So Mr. Smithson was a lot less nicer than the other teachers I had today but I could grow to like him. After all, he didn't make me introduce myself which was always a good thing.

I sighed as I made my way to my seat which would have to be next to Wyatt again.

"Hey!" he exclaimed as enthusiastic as ever.

"Hi Wyatt."

"Mr. Smithson's everybody's least favorite teacher here in Wilstein. Ask the sophies who were with him last year."

"I think he's okay," I shrugged and put down the envelope on my desk and my backpack on the floor.

"Really? I thought I was the only one who felt that way! I mean, he is everybody's least favorite and it's a mystery to me as well. You're right. He is okay."

I looked away and rolled my eyes.

The other reason why I didn't like my seat was because I was in the middle of the class and the other seat next to me was still empty. Until the boy from Algebra this morning, Diego Garci, went in and asked me if he could sit there. I nodded promptly. He was absolutely not a problem. Diego was the kind of guy who broods all day and he kept quiet throughout the whole class and I was just ask quiet. I knew nothing about British History. Nothing at all. I didn't grow up in Britain and I was not a Brit when I was human so we didn't cover this in my History class back home.

"Ah, Miss Cullen," Mr. Smithson called from the chalkboard.

I took a big gulp. "Yes, sir?"

"Can you tell us who the first prime minister of England is?"

I stood up from the armchair unwillingly and I knew that my face was paler than it already was. "I'm sorry, Mr. Smithson, but I do not know the answer."

"Even a 5th grader can answer that question," I heard him mutter in an inaudible tone-for the normal humans, that is.

I had never been that embarrassed in my entire life. I could not allow this Smithson guy to trample over my dignity and I just didn't like that. So what if the others hadn't heard that? I was not going to let him get away with it.

"Excuse me?!" I asked in a high-pitched tone.

"What? I told you to take your seat. If you can't answer a 5th grade question, just take your seat," he said smugly.

There were muffled laughters and I didn't realize that I was shaking until Diego and Wyatt whispered for me to calm down.

"I will take my seat, sir, but on my behalf, I am not a Brit. I didn't study anything about British History when I was in 5th grade. I was going to tell you that earlier if you hadn't been so brusque in dealing with a new student."

He was dumbstruck by that statement and the tables were now turned.

There were louder laughters and murmurs in the room and he furiously erased everything he wrote for the discussion that day.

His back was still on to us by the time the bell rang.

"Way to go, Cullen!" some strange boys whispered to me as I packed my things.

Others wanted to exchange hi-5's with me but I just smiled at them darkly.

There were others who intentionally packed slowly-waiting for me to go out the door and maybe see what Mr. Smithson would say.

So there were lucky witnesses who saw me approach him.

He continued to erase his drastic handwriting on the board even though, I was sure, that he'd seen me approach him.

"I don't accept apologies, Miss Cullen," he muttered, still with his back facing me.

"I didn't come for apologies, Mr. Smithson. I came for this," I said and raised the slip he already signed before I embarrassed him.

I stepped out of History class when someone touched my shoulder.

"Edward," I acknowledged his angry expression.

"Inconspicuous, Dia," he reminded me.

"You're quick."

"Alice had seen it this morning but she didn't tell me. She thought that it'd be fun. And then I read her mind when we had Geometry."

He tried to make me feel guilty but I shrugged his hands off my shoulder. "I'm sorry, big brother. I'll never do it again."

He sighed in resignation and turned to leave.

"Wait! Edward?"

"What?"

"Please tell Rosalie to make arrangements for me not to have History anymore."

He turned to me again with a more resigned expression. "I'll dazzle Miss Maud. I'll pick you up from your last class and we'll go there together."

"What makes you think I'm going to Miss Maud after class? And as if you know my last class!" I challenged.

"As if I can't hear your thoughts. Try Natural Science," he was looking at me like a total know-it-all.

"Fine. Whatever."

Elizabeth caught up with me on my way to Science class.

"Was that your brother, Dia?" she asked in an I-can't-believe-it tone.

"Yes," I answered casually. "You have Nat Sci, too?"

"Yeah. But wait a minute. What's his name again?"

"Edward."

"Does he date?"

"He's currently unavailable. He has a girlfriend."

"Oh," but she still sounded hopeful. "Tell me when they break up."

That was a little mean considering that Bella and Edward are married but I wasn't going to tell Elizabeth that. "Sure but I won't count on that, Bets."