Chapter 4

…:::Bronze:::…

"Anyone?" Mr. Woodhouse pressed.

On the other side of Uof F, Edward leaned back in his seat and waited for someone to pity his teacher and make a random fact up that had enough evidence to make them Freud of the day.

"I know you guys can get vocal. Believe me, especially you ladies. Anyone stayed after school and walked by the janitor's closet last night? It was very vocal. Trust me." Mr. Woodhouse wiggled his eyebrows at three girls.

The class erupted in laughter, some groaned at the crudeness but the girls shrieked and laughed as well.

Edward tried to bite a smile back. His teacher would always pick on the easiest prey in the most cunning ways. Today he was being a pervert. He didn't think relationships had age. Anything to get his students to react. But Edward admired him for one thing…he knew how and where to push the buttons at the right times. He knew how to get the reactions he wanted out of people. He was insightful. Something Edward begged to be recognized for.

"Alright, alright, I'll share my wise knowledge, but this shall be my first and last. People, prepare to be wowed" Mike Newton stood up and raised both of his arms in defense. Newton thought he was god's gift to humanity, heck probably thought even for animals.

"Newton, sit down. The moment you said the word wise, I dozed off. It's enough we have to see your face" Edward sighed and crossed his ankles on the chair next to him. Jasper kicked Edward's chair and bumped fists. The class erupted in laughter again at the red faced Mike. Everyone enjoyed it when Mike was embarrassed, it was one of the reasons some took the class. Edward Cullen and Mike Newton in the same class…with Mr. Woodhouse to teach, best class eveeer.

"No, I need to laugh today. Mike, continue" Mr. Woodhouse allowed the embarrassed boy to continue.

"People who spend more time under the sun are happier" Mike supplied.

"And this is why Forks are full of retards" Edward crossed his arms across his chest and snorted. Newton was such a joke.

"Mr. Cullen, you seem to be vocal today…care to tell us how Newton's statement might affect us?" Mr. Woodhouse raised his eyebrows in challenge.

"I need something good, or at least something that makes sense" Edward gave Mike a look.

"Happy people are more likely to fall in love" Mike quickly said.

"Mr. Cullen, I don't think you will ever fall in love" Mr. Woodhouse smirked at Edward.

"Don't worry about my love life, I'll eventually suppress exaggerated expressions to please the female popularity"

"You mean male popularity?" Rosalie Hale corrected Edward from the corner.

"No Rosalie, I don't want to suck every dick I can find like you"

"Watch yourself Cullen, you're unusually irritating today" Rosalie snapped at him.

"Can we get back to me being the center of attention?" Mr. Woodhouse clapped his hand, calling for attention. "Also, adding to Mike's statement, smiling can make you in a happier mood. It releases more serotonin and endorphins, altering your emotions. But if you're like Mr. Cullen, you won't feel happy much" He glanced at Edward and waited for him to ignite.

"That's bullshit. What about people with buttox? They look like they're crying when they're smiling. Shouldn't they feel happy all the time…they do know that they are smiling most of the time without trying, so what gives?" Edward kept one hand lazily over his torso and the other slapped the table, emphasizing his point.

"And that is why you guys are going to write three page report about The Affects Of Facial Expression" Mr. Woodhouse announced, receiving groans and boos. "You're right, what's wrong with me. Five pages. Tomorrow, first thing. Cullen, I'll be interested in seeing yours especially because you will be writing Two extra pages on buttox and the female population"

Everyone snickered at Edward. "Suck it Edward" Rosalie thought she whispered.

"Ms. Hale, I want an extra page about the appealing parts of male genitals and why it makes you salivate for them" Mr. Woodhouse turned his back and started teaching the class.

Edward pulled his legs down and smiled to himself in amusement. Because he voiced his opinion, he gets extra homework. But Rosalie got an page extra…it seemed to shut her up. He turned around and found her glaring at him, he did something he thought he would never do in public. He stuck his tongue out.

"Dude, do you want to write a report about dog tongues and public behavior?" Jasper hissed from behind. Edward didn't want or need any more so he settled down and focused on what was being taught.

"DO you think he will agree?" Emmet asked loudly. Edward knew it was a mistake to bring Emmet with him to a library. The idiot didn't know what whispering meant. It was still a shock that Emmet would come to the library, but he was avoiding Rosalie Hale, apparently she expected him to present her with flowers for the intercourse they had the night earlier. Rosalie Hale and Emmet McCarty. The worst match ever.

"Who?" Edward whispered and pulled out a thick textbook and pulled it back once it said "How to make him fall in love with you with just one look" Even if he was a female, or a male hunter, he would never read the book, let alone hold such a disgraceful literature crap out in public. The book is miss-titled. It should say lust after you or some of the other girly crap. It takes a person four proper months to actually fall in love. Anything between is simply admiration, addiction, lust or a crush.

"Jasper, you dick. Who else? Emmet complained and pulled random books out and shoved them back in random places. What a library wrecker. They were probably put in order by an underpaid librarian.

"You and Rosalie…I swear, if only you where in my human psych class…you would probably be writing about dicks like Rosalie by now. Hell, you probably would have been forced to write a book." Edward sighed and tried looking for an interesting book by scanning through.

"What! Dude, Rosalie was talking about my dick? Why didn't you tell me earlier!" Emmet shrieked and few people snapped their heads towards him. The librarian stood up from her chair and walked towards them.

Yeah, fuck you Emmet. Fuck you.

Edward started walking away, hoping she won't come to him. He didn't scream like a banshee in a library full of nerds. Just as he turned around the corner, he saw someone he thought he would never see again and his heart started beating quick.

It was the girl from the coffee shop. Shit. He rarely panics, but he just realized that if she sees him, she is going to demand her book back. Well fuckity fuck, because it's still in his backpack underneath his bed.

"Emmet" Edward hissed, keeping his eyes on her, he punched Emmet's bicep hoping he will get his attention. But the librarian was still talking to him and from the looks of it, Emmet was getting laid tonight. How does he do it, Edward has no idea. He checked the librarian out and gave her a three out of ten. He was being generous. He turned around, trying to locate the girl and maybe this time he would ask for her name, but she was gone.

"Dude, do you think librarians like Bacon flavored condoms?" Emmet leaned in and tried to look at what Edward was searching for.

"Try book flavored condoms, you know how those librarians like to eat books for dinner" Edward snorted at his immaturity.

"Why am I not surprised that Cullen is looking for condoms? Trying not to spread STDS?" Rosalie's heels clicked and she stood right in front of him. And that was a sight Edward never thought he would see. Emmet and Rosalie both in a library, the world must be ending.

"Don't be ridiculous, but since you know so much about dicks, maybe you can help Emmet in finding book flavored condoms" Edward moved around her and hoped he could find the girl. He wanted to know her name, maybe her number. Hell, even condoms weren't a no for him.

"I don't like it." Rosalie snapped at Emmet.

"Uh..."Emmet stuttered.

"It's not for you. It's for the librarian. Emmet promised to pull her woolen skirt up and bend her on her desk" Edward smirked and hoped Emmet wouldn't hold it against him.

"You bastard!" He heard Rosalie shriek from behind him as he walked around the library, searching for the girl.

Bella thanked technology and Google for existing, and waited for her paper to get printed. She drummed her fingers against the wooden table and looked around. She knew that she was safe for now, the room's scent was musky and smelled of old books. They weren't here.

Bella grabbed the paper that was printed and logged out of the computer, pulling her back pack into one shoulder, she looked at the paper and searched for the Science section. The books where neatly stacked and she frowned as she looked at the picture and description of the book. It was supposed to have an insect background. She looked at the books until she found what she was looking for.

Bella closed the distance between her and the book and was going to reach for it when a shadow fell on her.

"Allow me to help the Miss." Edward reached to the top branch, above the girls' head and pulled the book her fingertips where trying to absorb magically. "Who is Ms…."He held the book in his hands and waited for her name.

"Bella"

"Ms. Bella?" He asked, puzzled. She still looked as beautiful as the day before. She didn't look like the other girls that surrounded him, she looked…different. Good different. Refreshing.

"Just Bella" She corrected him and his eyes went to her lips as she bit them. Damn, she was going to be the death of him.

"Okay, Ms. Just Bella. Here you go…" He read the book cover as he tried handing it to her and raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"How to escape the cockroaches?"

Bella stared at the man in front of her and frowned at him. She didn't like strangers and his hair reminded her of the cockroaches that where after her.

"I seem to have you at a disadvantage, I'm Edward. Edward Cullen" He bit back a smile and let his eyes trace her face. Her eyes were still wide, but her face was soft.

"You should wash your hair, cockroaches might mistake it for their home" She spoke softly and took a step back, her hand wrapped around the book, held closely against her chest. She spotted Mrs. Cope and quickly jogged to her, escaping the weird man. His hair was the color of cockroaches. He must have been infected.

"My hair isn't that terrible" Edward placed his hand in his hair and frowned at Bella.

"Oh, I think your hair is just fine Edward. What do you think Bella?" Mrs. Cope looked at Bella as she scanned the book and booked it under Isabella Swan.

"It looks like cockroaches' nest" Bella muttered.

"Bella, that's not very nice!" Mrs. Cope gasped and looked apologetically at Edward.

"Your hair is exactly like cotton, you should worry about cockroaches too" Bella snatched the book out of Mrs. Cope's hands and turned around to the library's door.

"That was uncalled for, I know my hair is a mess, but Mrs. Copes is old, now you're just going to add more to her suicide list" Edward held the door and waited for her to go through before following after her.

"Would you prefer the beautiful lie, or the ugly truth Mr. Cullen" Bella stopped walking and turned into the copper haired male.

"That, is a question I want you to answer"

Bella looked at Edward and admitted to herself, that the male was attractive. He was very attractive. He attracted her. But he would also attract those rancid cockroaches. It's a shame.

Edward stared back at Bella and could see her studying him the he was studying her.

"Dude I can't believe you left me alone with Rosalie Hale. Not cool man!" Emmet caught up with his friend and whined.

"Emmet, what fear do you have from a lady you already fornicated with?"

"Fuck! You know I don't know big words man. But, Rosalie…man, let me tell you. She's wild, like holly shit I'm scared wild." Emmet described his illogical fear. "Hey wait a minute. Isn't this the chick from McDonalds?" Emmet pointed at Bella.

"It was the Second Cup beside McDonalds." Edward corrected Emmet and desperately wanted to shut him up before he reminds Bella of the book that he didn't have on him right now. Fuck.

"Whatever Eddie Poo. I'm Bond. James Bond" Emmet held his hand out and did his best to imitate the famous character.

Bella raised her eyebrows and started to feel uncomfortable.

"Ignore Emmet, Bella. That's what people normally do."

"Speaking of ignorance." Emmet turned to Edward. "You bastard, why did you hand my ass to Hale just now?" Emmet remembered what occurred previously.

Bella snapped her head away from the James Bond impersonator and towards the bastard Emmet pointed at.

"Ms. Swan, can I have a minute with you?" The teacher that Bella bumped into earlier in the day asked her from behind her.

Bella started panicking as she remembered that she wasn't just a regular girl. The cockroaches where after her and she was wasting her time here, talking to the normal people that didn't suspect anything of her. She appeared normal to them, but she knew that she wasn't.

"Ms. Swan?" He asked again and Edward frowned. Why did his math Professor want to talk to Bella?

"I..uh, I was just leaving- I promise not to bother you" Bella stammered and took several steps back.

Shit, she was in fight or flight stance again. What is making her feel so vulnerable? Edward was going to reassure her that he was just going to talk to her.

"Chill out Swan, he isn't gonna kill you-" Emmet stopped in mid sentence and watched the freak run away like a horny Rosalie was behind her.

"This chick really needs to get her shit straight. Why the fu-" Emmet was stopped by the professor.

"Alright boys. Which one of you two is dealer?" The professor had his hands on his hips.

Edward and Emmet shared a look.

"How about we take a new approach. Who has the bigger stash"

"Stash of what?" They said at the same time.

"Maybe we should visit the Dean's office. Shall we gentlemen?" He motioned with his hand to follow him.

"What the fuck is he talking about?" Edward whispered to Emmet as the followed him.

"I don't know."Emmet whispered back. "Are you pretending to be Sigmund Freud again? Marijuana is illegal Eddie poo, how many times do we have to discuss this?"

"Emmet shut up. I think this has to do with Bella"

"Yeah, what the hell is up with that chick?"

"Gentlemen, why are you under the impression that you can just go ahead and discuss how to trick your supervisors?" The professor turned around and demanded.

"Dude, maybe you should lay of the crack. We don't a flying clue-"

" Maybe Mr. Cullen's friend should walk infront of me. That's how we separate the convicts in jail, a place you will reside at for a couple of weeks" The professor's veins where stressing on his neck and face.

Edward remained quiet and followed them, Emmet at the front and his professor in the middle.