All characters are Ms. Meyers... I own only my thoughts and details. Anything that seems familiar is not mine. I wanted to pre-warn all readers... There may be some things in future chapters that might bother other readers. Such as the BDSM topics or what is in Bella's past. Please do not read if content of sex bothers you!

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In High School of HellLove

"I don't want any of you to talk to Isabella again." I growled out.

"Like hell you cant tell me what I can and cant do." Rosalie spit out.

I turned my full body towards her and said quietly, "Just do this for me, I don't want you to in the same position as me."

BPOV

The rest of my day was going to be hell for sure. I started the day with my head high but now all I wanted to do was crawl in a ball and hide.

What the fuck… Edward doesn't have siblings? Did he lie to me? I bet Lissa is shaking her head at me right now.

I only had two classes left I can get past them, two more.

My hand reached in and found the picture of my past, I carefully stroked its surface as I looked around for 312, my nest class. Walking up to a small building a slight distance from the main school, I caught up with some greasy haired kid, just as he walked into my biology.

Giving myself a small pep talk, my feet carried me into the threshold of the "BIO ROOM" as it was labeled.

A short man with dark brown hair and a mustache looked up at me with an irritated pout. "Hurry up, be in a seat before the bell rings."

There was a lab table in the back corner where no one sat and I let out a sigh of relief to think I would get it all to myself but as I was reaching the last row my foot caught onto someone's bag and my clumsy old self came back in ten fold. As I was sprawled out on the floor face first, a book awkwardly under me the only thing that could make this worse was if Edward was in the group of people laughing at my very unladylike position.

"Get up." Was growled above me and someone helped remove the tangled mess of a bag around my ankles.

"Thanks." I answered brushing myself off and rubbing the sore spots on my body.

The person that helped pushed past me and took a seat at my table and at first I didn't quite understand, until I saw his unruly hair.

My eyes wildly scanned the room hoping for an empty seat elsewhere but the only one left open was next to the man who tortured my dreams and nightmares.

"Fuck me." I whispered under my breath as my shoulders slumped and I dragged my unwilling body next to his.

EPOV

There she was again, in front of me walking towards a desk in the back, but this time her image was real. My mind wasn't playing tricks on me. Get her the fuck out of your mind, I angrily yelled at myself.

Isabella's body started to fall, her arms not even shooting out to catch herself, just wrapping around her torso as if it would actually help.

The room erupted with laughter and her body stayed still for a few excruciating seconds before I forced myself to stop my staring and get her up.

Even with this amount of shame and hate rolling from my body, the feeling of having to take care of her rang out.

"Get up." I told her bending down to rip Alex's bag from her feet. My wrist flung the offensive piece of blue fabric at his head making his blue eyes glare back at me.

"Thanks." She answered, rubbing her hands down her stomach and circling a spot high on her right thigh.

Ugh fuck, even with that soaking wet sweatshirt on I had horrible images of her. Isabella naked, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders with her body sitting on a lab table. Images of her legs spread, showing herself to me with her fingers rubbing her body in places that made her moan out, asking me to… shit stop!

I pushed past her clearing my head and setting my books on the last table. As the bell rang Isabella's tiny frame finally sat down, but it was that she ended up sitting next to me and it was all because I came in late. I wasn't hoping for her next to me for the whole year..

Memories of us and her sister bombarded me and all I could remember was the day they left. Everything was weird, even when I woke up I had this feeling of dread. That was the only night I could remember what my dream was about. Isabella was asleep in my bed when I came into my room, her body was thrashing and she was screaming. Her beautiful face was scrunched up in pain and no matter how hard I tried she wouldn't awake. I sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her telling her everything was ok. Nothing could hurt her while I was –.

"Mr. Cullen?" Mr. Weaver called out breaking the images from my head.

"Sir?" I answered back.

"You will be lab partners with…." He started scanning the list "Ms. Denali."

Great! So I won't be sitting with Isabella but instead the bitch of all-stupid-I-don't-wanna-d- anything bitches is my partner. I grumbled to myself as movement from the left caught my eye.

Isabella was lifting her soaked sweatshirt from her body and underneath she wore only a black strappy shirt thing. Her pale skin was in great contrast with it as my eyes followed her now showing skin. She was also wearing a necklace. It nestled just between her breast shining back with sliver and green stones. I couldn't quite see what it was without pulling her back so I could bluntly see down her chest.

As Isabella swept her hair in a ponytail a black star was clearly visible on the back of her neck and her over rational fear of needles came back to my mind making me wonder if it was real or if she still thought she needed me to get her tattoos.

"Ms. Swan?"

"Yes?" she said back her eyes shooting up from their home in her bag.

"It seems Ms. Denali has chosen a different class, so your partner will be… oh yes Mr. Cullen's. If you think he is to advanced we can certainly change partners later." He said to her as if she was mentally unstable.

But then I noticed how his eyes shot right to her chest and I let out a low growl as he glanced up and down her chest. Mine. I wanted to yell, what the fuck was I doing, she was nothing, I didn't even like her. She was a slutty bitch!

She snorted and told to the class "I'm well aware of Mr. Cullen's intellects Mr. Weaver and I would appreciate it if you didn't lower me so."

Furry hit me as her retort made the class laugh but I had to chance a slight smile as I thought of how right she was. I almost even forgot about the pig but as he went to shift himself in his pants as he walked to the light switch and I couldn't take one more second of it.

My hand shot out to the blue sweater on her bag and pulled it out from under her belongings. Her bag fell to the floor things falling all over the place.

"What the hell?" she whispered to me.

"Put this back on."

"Why the fuck—"her face changed from confusion to a look of agreement. "I took it off because it's soaking wet." She went to grab it from my hand.

"Yeah well soon Mr. Pig over there is gonna be jacking off because you did." I grumbled under my breath not really caring if she heard me, but then as I saw her shiver as she put her arm in the sweatshirt and quickly took off my own swimming jacket replacing the ugly one she wore earlier.

"Thanks again." She mumbled as the video Mr. Weaver had playing started to show pictures of previous classes he had at Forks high.

Isabella bent down to pick up the things I accidently threw around our desk when I noticed it, a picture of us. Me and her hugging and Lissa making faces next to us her hand behind Isabella's head giving her bunny ears, I angrily grabbed it from its resting spot on the desk shoved it in my back pocket.

Isabella didn't disserve a picture of the people she left, the people who use to love her. Thankfully the bell rang and I shot out of my seat bumping her bag off the table as I went.

BPOV

I had been staring down at the picture in my bag when Mr. Weaver called my name.

"It seems Ms. Denali has chosen a different class, so your partner will be… oh yes Mr. Cullen's. If you think he is too advanced we can certainly change partners later." He said to me as if I couldn't comprehend.

I snorted as a response and countered back. "I'm well aware of Mr. Cullen's intellects Mr. Weaver and I would appreciate it if you didn't lower me so."

Ha, and I hope Edward got right and pissed about it too. Mr. Weaver pulled out an old large tv on a cart and walked over to turn the lights off, but when Edward ripped my Rocket Science sweatshirt from under my bag and watched as my stuff went everywhere I got pissed.

"What the hell?" I whisper-yelled to him.

"Put this on."

"Why the fuck—"I started but stopped myself at the look of pain on his face "I took it off because it's soaking wet." Great I really am disgusting to him, I thought as I went to grab it from him.

"Yeah… Mr. Pig over ... because you did." he grumbled under his breath so quietly I only caught a few words.

I went to slip my sweatshirt on and I could start to feel the rain seep into my skin. Edward quickly took off his Forks swimming jacket and put it on my shoulders.

"Thanks again." I told him I was starting to feel as if he was annoyed with me, like I was just a little girl who didn't know how to tie her shoes.

Whatever was happening in class I was clueless to and thank god it was the first day because I would have had to bug someone else to get notes. I realized the contents of my bag were still scattered everywhere so my body quickly jumped into action. I was picking things up and putting them on the table when the bell rang. Edward shot up as if a snake bit him and then shoved my whole bag onto the floor again.

It was like he enjoyed watching me be pathetic. And I hope it starts to hurt me because right now the only thing I could think of was when he was nice and sweet. The angel I knew him to be.

Thank you all for reading, I hope to have the next chapter up by next week again but maybe I'll get Edward frisky and write earlier.

So did you all like the Domward? Or is he just being a little over dramatic for you too?

Next Chapter we bring in the Chat site! Can you guys guess what draws them to each other? And what the fuck is on her necklace? Why did he really take her only picture?

Okay and I have to admit… Mr. Weaver is creepy.

Oh have you guys found out what happened to Lissa yet? You might have but Edward sure hasn't.

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