I OWN NOTHING...
HEY THERE :) I'M BACK ! WITH A CHAPTER UPDATE NO LESS! I REALLY LIKED WRITING THIS CHAPTER AND I HOPE YOU LIKE IT TOO.
REVIEW PLEASE!
OH! AND A SPECIAL THANKS TO DANA66100 FOR HELPING ME WITH MY SPELLING MIX UPS AND MESS UPS. THANKS BUNCHES!
THE PICS SHOULD BE UP ON THE RAINY DAY WAKE UP BLOG. LINK ON MY PROFILE!
REVIEW
K.A.G
XOXO
Have you ever had that kind of hangover where you can't even move without making the tornado in your head double its pace or making your guts meet whatever flat surface is near you? Well that's the kind of hangover I have today. And I'm really not happy with whoever is trying to shake me awake from my alcohol induced coma. Of course whoever the hell is trying to shake me has a death wish, because I'm not a morning person on a regular basis but add booze to the mix and I'm the mother fucking grim reaper coming to collect your soul. Not joking.
"Fuck, Love, wake-up," a smooth velvety voice said, continuing their persistent shaking. A little voice at the back of my head yelled at me to get my tight ass out of bed and to the guy with the panty melting voice but, I built a wall around it and buried my head under the pillow. "Ok, Bella, we do this the hard way or the easy way, which one do you chose?" I mumbled something in response that I didn't quite understand myself and held the pillow tightly to my head trying to make my brain shut off... forever.
The next thing I felt was a pair of strong arms wrapping around me lifting me up, the shower turning on and then cold freezing water hitting me hard. "MOTHER OF ALL FUCKERS!" I yelled, snapping my eyes open and trying to escape through the shower door just to be stopped by a hard chest covered with the rough material of a blazer.
"Told you to get up," my captor chuckled. I didn't move, my brain finally adding the events up trying to pinpoint who the person in front of me, holding me prisoner in my shower, letting me get all fucking wet was. "Hey, Love, are you ok?" the person asked concern lacing his words. Love, love, love. Where have I heard that before? Boy was I slow when I was hung-over. And then I got it: Sexy voice, Check; Corny nickname, check; smells too good to be hangover, check. Ladies and gentlemen the mother of all fuckers is...Edward Cullen.
Looking up at him, narrowing my eyes and stepping away. Before jumping into his arms again, the shower was still on and still cold as fuck. "What are you doing here, fucker?" I asked seething. It was way too early to be awake after that massive barbecue yesterday. He just rolled his sparkly green eyes at me and pushed me back into the freezing cold water just to have me jump back into his arms again.
"Get showered, and dressed," he said turning the hot water on. "If we don't leave soon we'll be late."
"What are you blabbing about, Cullen?" I snapped back, I was awake but I was still hung-over. Respect the hung-over, people.
"It's Monday, smart-one, school," he said handing me the bar soap. Now that he mentions school, his outfit makes better sense, grey trousers, a white dress-shirt, a navy blue blazer, a blue neatly tied tie, and shiny black shoes.
"Are you shitting me?" I asked. "My brain is about to roll out of my head and you want me to go to school?" Really, come on, I was not going to be able to go through the whole day with my brain melted into play-dough and my guts of the floor. "What time is it by the way, it's not even light yet?"
"No I'm not shitting you. If you hurry in the shower I'll find you something for the nasty hangover of yours. And it is five thirty a.m." Edward said, all sergeants like and shit.
"I'm not going," I said crossing my arms over my chest; I notice I was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Alice will kill me if she sees her 'master piece' dripping wet. Oh well what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
"Yes, you are." He regarded me sternly; it kind of made him resemble Charlie in a weird distant way. "And that's final."
"Fuck you," I said reaching for the towel which he snatched away from me and throwing it in the sink.
"You are going." He said walking out of the bathroom. "Oh, and by the way, you have 30 minutes. Get to it." And he closed the door.
"Ass." I mumbled defeated and started taking my wet clothes off.
"How in the name of all things holly are you not hung over?" I asked Edward. I had taken the world's quickest shower and came out to find my uniform that he had thankfully brought over pressed and starched. I had also noticed that he had picked out my underwear, choosing a pink and black lace bra and the matching panty set. When I asked him why, he simply shrugged and said that he liked it and picked it out. Whatever that boy is just plain weird. And my head hurts way too much to deal with it.
"I did have a hangover when I woke up," he said from his seat on one of the little white couches by my flat screen. "But, thankfully I have a fast metabolism so I burned it off fast. Plus, the run on the tread mill and the cup of coffee helped a lot."
"You exercised when you woke up?" I asked pulling my skirt over my thighs. Yeah, so I was changing in front of him it wasn't as if he hadn't seen any of it before. And I'd seen him change too. It was comfortable, much like it was with Jasper. "Wait, what time did you get up?" If it was six a.m. now, then he must have been up around…..
"Four thirty." Fucker. That was way to early especially since the barbecue didn't end until sometime past midnight. Ouch, my head is still pounding, no think-y for me today. At least until I get coffee and a few aspirins in me. "Did you even sleep?"
"I'm just a morning person," He laughed too loudly for my hung over ears and I winced. "Something you aren't apparently."
"Fuck off," was my brilliant response. Cut me some slack, people, I'm hangover my brain is still half way asleep. The bastard just chuckled again and threw me something from his pants pocket. And since I have lighting fast reflexes today, it hit me square in the face. I held the offending piece of cloth away from my face to examine it. They were a pair of shorts, navy blue the same shade as my uniform skirt and had 'SWAN' printed on the back in bold white letters. "What's this for?"
"They are so that pervs don't look up that skirt of yours." He said simply. I laughed seriously? The look on my face most have said everything I didn't 'cause a minute later he was blabbing again. "Stop looking at me like that and put them on. It will make Emmett and me more comfortable." My eyebrow just rose a bit more, not falling for that excuse. "Ok, so maybe it will make me more comfortable since I can't exactly pick a fight at school if someone is trying to sneak a peek. I do have a reputation to up hold." I think by now my eyebrow was all the way to my hair line, he had to be joking. "Alice and Rosalie also wear one. The guys at school can get handy." I smiled amused. It was fun seeing cool and collected Edward Cullen sweat once in a while.
"I'll make you a deal. I wear the shorts and we take my car to school." I saw him consider this.
"I drive the car, you don't know where school is and the roads are slippery." He countered offered. Edward did have a point but, I seemed to be getting less out of this bargain than him and if there is something I've learned about the 'elite circle' is that you never walk away with a lesser part.
"Fine, you drive but I get to fix that horrible uniform you're wearing." He did look kind of cute but the whole blazer and loafers look didn't make him look Cullen hot. And you can't have a cute looking Cullen, unless it's a baby, but that is not the case. I digress.
"You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Swan." He said shaking my hand as if this was a real business deal.
"As do you, Mr. Cullen." I said smirking and pulling the tight little shorts on.
"Someone has to honor the family name," he smiled and leaned back in the couch, "Now finish getting ready. We're going to be late."
I pulled on a black shirt before putting on the long sleeve white blouse and sat on my bed to slip on the navy blue knee-highs that the stupid dress code made you wear, finishing my look of weak my worn-in black converse. "Edward, make yourself useful and help me with this tie thing." I could spend a whole year trying to tie a tie but I could never accomplish anything but to choke myself. Edward stood up with the tie in his hand and hung it on my neck.
"First, you make sure the thick side is longer than the thin side," He said. "Then we cross the thick side over the thin side, we do that two times," he demonstrated the steps as he went along put I really wasn't following just nodded along. "Now, hold the knot steady and slip the thick end down through the knot, center, and tighten. And viola we have the four-in-hand knot."
"Huh?" I said looking at my now neat looking tie. No, that won't do, it was too neat and proper looking and too not me. So I loosen it a bit, ok a lot the knot was almost in between my boobs but, we wouldn't want to fool the faculty into thinking you give a fuck about their precious uniform now would we. "Thanks, I'll let you do it from now on." I patted his cheek and walked towards my walk-in to retrieve the alterations for his uniform. "Take your blazer, shoes and shirt off." I ordered.
"If you wanted to see me naked you just had to ask," he teased, doing as I said.
"I know that," I teased back. "You would love to get naked for me." I gave him a black tee to put under the dress shirt leaving the first few buttons undone and his tie hanging loose on his neck. Then, I moved on to his shoes handing him black converse and a black pull over making sure that the bottom part of the dress shirt and the tie suck out. "You actually look decent in that uniform, now." Adding the finishing touch I ran my hands through his hair messing it up even more and pushing him over to the big mirror that Alice had brought yesterday so he could take a look at himself.
"What do you think?" I asked peering over his shoulder. He was smiling so I took that as a good sign and wrapped my arms around his waist. He actually looked like the old Edward.
"I love it," he smiled wrapping his arms around. "Where did you get the school's pull over?"
"Your closet," I said shrugging. "I took it yesterday before heading over here since it was cold I didn't think you would mind."
"I don't," He said letting me go and grabbing his messenger bag and my backpack "Now, let's go get some food in you."
"Welcome to Skippy's Burgers. May I take your order?"
Edward and I had stopped at Skippy's Buggers the best place to grab food for a hangover, according to Edward and everybody else including me greasy grub was the best cure. To tell you the truth the last thing in my mind was grub greasy or not but, knowing and his over protective tendencies if told him that I wasn't really hungry he would make it a point to force food down my throat. So I just went along with what he wanted 'cause, hell, if I tried to argue today I'm sure my head will explode and I wanted to get through the day with all my body parts still attached, if possible.
"What will you have, Love?" Edward asked me. I smiled in spite myself at his cheesy nickname. God, he could be such a dork sometime all sweet and shit. Hmm, where did that come from? Maybe my brain did turn into goo yesterday… "Bella, hello is someone in there?" he was trying to catch my attention by waving his hand in front of my face. I grab his hand in my own lacing my fingers through his.
"Dude, stop you're going to make me throw up." I said laying our hands between our seats and my head on his shoulder. "I'll have whatever you'll have."
"Okay then, we'll have two number 5; pancakes with maple syrup, scrambled eggs, bacon, and muffins; Oh, and two large black coffees." He said into the speaker.
"Anything else I can get for you today?"
"No, nothing else thanks." Edward said and started moving to the first little window to pay. I handed him my Amex for him to pay but, he handed it back to me saying something about him preferring to pay. Mumbling something about him being a stubborn ass I snuggled into his arm a little more.
"Are sure you don't want anything else, sweet cheeks?" a voice purred. Fuck who's ever voice that is making my comfy shoulder move. Raising my head I opened one eye to assess (ha-assess) the situation and find myself looking at a very funny scenario. A woman about forty- five, pink hair, creepy drawn in eyebrows, and on her lips too much red lipstick was leaning- no, falling- out of the little window where you pick up your food at trying to flirt with Edward. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing at him, mostly because I knew that if I laughed my head would star pounding again, something I'm not looking for.
"No, thank you but, I would like my food," Edward said with a fake smile hiding his grimace and equally fake politeness. When the ladies just looked at him he turned to me mouthing 'help' and I simply smiled sweetly and shook my head. Pay back is a bitch, Edward, I thought, you should learn not to wake me up by throwing me in the shower with a hangover. He narrowed his eyes at me and returned his attention back to the creepy lady. "Actually there is something to could do for me."
The lady's face lit up like Emmett's when you mention food and leaned even more on the window, "What is that, honey?" she said fluttering her lashes. Cue gag reflex.
"Could you please hand me the bag, so I could give you my number on one of the napkins," he said winking. "You know for private activities." He lowered his voice.
The lady's face was indescribable, she was grinning from ear to ear, inexplicably flushed and I think she was even drooling a bit. She handed Edward the bag and turned to get a pen from her cleavage but, before she could hand him the pen Edward stepped on the gas. He was going so fast we were probably the fastest car on the101; he didn't slow down for some time probably burning some steam so that he wouldn't yell at me because I refused to help him or maybe just enjoying the engine of my Ferrari 'cause what's the point of having a fast car if you're not going to speed a little once in a while. But when he slowed down he was still going at a healthy 75 mph. Ok, I'll admit 20 mph over the speed limit when the limit is 55 mph is not that bad but, on a slippery road and on a bad hangover is probably not the best idea, even if my baby handles the road amazingly there still is something called motion sickness.
"Ok, I give." I begged. I was so not going to throw up in my car. "Will you slow the fuck down, Edward?" He smirked at me and sped up a bit. "Fuck you." I pouted and looked out the window, which was not the brightest idea since the scenery blurring by doesn't calm your woozy stomach.
"Why didn't you do anything, Bella?" he asked me. When he saw I wasn't going to talked to him he sped up a little more and continued, "Are you really that mad about this morning? Come on, Love, I only woke you up that way because you didn't listen the first time."
I rolled my eyes but, still I didn't speak. He sped up more and tried again, "You know I should be the one mad at you because back there you basically threw me to the sharks." Nah, I wasn't going to talk to him. I was going to make him work for it. "Fine, ok I get it. You're not in a good mood, I'll give you space." Ha, space, sure Eddie. Let's see how much you like the silent treatment. This was going to be fun.
By the time we were entering school campus I had to turn the radio on at full blast because any thing was better than Edward trying to get me to talk saying the most stupid of things. He even recited the periodic table of elements to get me to tell him to shut up but no I didn't give in. And I wasn't going either.
Let's just say that having Animal by Neon Trees blasting from your speakers will get you noticed alright, especially if you park in front of the school next to a huge Jeep Wrangler. Emmett was waiting for us as we got out of the car, well Edward got out of the car to open my door since he was into all that gentleman-y shit. I got out of the car and was almost knocked out by Emmett's huge arms wrapping around my waist.
"Hello there, Belly Bean." Emmett said swinging me from side to side in his big bulky arms.
"Wow, Emmett, stop it." I begged trying to swallow the tell tail sings of vomit. "I'm going to vomit, if you don't fucking stop." After that little statement Emmett placed me slowly back on solid ground which wasn't so solid after that little earthquake demonstration. I swayed, literally, until another pair of strong arms steadied me by the waist.
"Are you okay, Love?" Edward asked pressing me into his chest. I struggled to get loose from his grasp.
"Emmett, where are Alice and Rosalie?" I asked keeping my back to Edward. "I was wondering if they could take me to get my schedule."
"They're caught up at a meeting for the debutant ball thingy," Emmett said eyeing me and Edward suspiciously. "I'll take you if you want."
"No, that's ok you can stay with Edward." I said grabbing my bad from the car. "See ya later, Em." I kissed his cheek and walked towards the main building without looking back.
The school its self was located on the outside of Port Angeles, it was quite big, and five buildings circled the main building. There were also dorms where students who didn't live around the area could stay. I wonder if I qualify for a dorm. It would make the commute from Forks much less stress free in the mornings no way I was going to wake up every morning at the ass crack of dawn to come rot way with all this prissy preppy people. The main building where the office was made out of brick, it was painted an ugly beige color that made an odd contrast with all the green forest surrounding the school. As I pulled open one of the big dark wood doors I was not surprised to see that the interior of the building was as dull as the exterior. The lay-out was simple. Cream colored walls, adorned with the rows off plackets engraved with the names of graduates passed; a few couches speeded out making it seemed 'cozy'; better said it was basically the normal set up of a school office.
At the secretary's desk was a lady dressed to the nines in a dark blue pant suit, her white hair was up in a tight bun and her face was set in a deep scowl. As I made my way towards her I wondered if her face was naturally set that way or was the cause of it something on her computer screen that caused that ugly stare. She ignored me as I stood there in front of her desk; it was like if I wasn't even there. Her attitude was ruffling my feathers a bit so I started dinging the little silver bell that was on one side of the desk, until her hand covered the bell stopping my ringing.
"Yes?" She drawled out, looking at me with a bored expression.
"I'm new here and…" I started trying to be polite but, her bitch face wasn't helping.
"So what am I supposed to do about that?" she asked playing with the fuck ugly necklace around her neck.
"I need my schedule, and a map." I said all traces of politeness gone from my voice.
She sighed and turned to her computer, "Name."
"Isabella Swan." I said between my teeth.
"Well, Isabella, this is not my job. You should have done this at home, on your own time and on your on computer." She said typing away with her cheap little manicured nails. "Here you go." She practically shoved a pink paper and a map at me. "Anything else you want, Isabella?"
"I'm sorry, your name was?" I asked with fake interest. "I'm terrible with names." I smiled.
"I didn't tell you my name." she fucking rolled her eyes a me. "It's Ms. Tatiana Veksler."
"Well, Ms. Veksler, thank you very much for your precious time," I said with heavy sarcasm. "I do have a recommendation though."
"Please do say." She prompted with a popped eyebrow.
"Get laid, I mean it and not just one time, several time and in multiple positions," I said completely serious. "I'm sure the TPSA would gladly pay for the gigolo. I would happy to pitch in also, do anything to keep that butt ugly face out of the main office. I mean your scaring off the students, darling." And with that I turned around leaving an opened mouth Russian lady in my wake.
Once outside the office I chuckled a bit at my own little speech. I wonder how long it would take for gossip to break loose. Mm, I'm wondering a lot of things today. Guess the hangover is fudging my brain up. I look down at the papers in my hand they were a bit crumpled thanks to my little display back there but nothing too bad. My schedule looked ok for my senior year, it went:
STUDENT I.D #31523091402
LOCKER #463 (03-13-33)
1st Homeroom – Mr. McCollum
Rm. B4
2nd AP Calculus – Mr. Sum
Rm. M9
3rd AP American Government – Mr. Washington
Rm. H17
BREAK
4th- AP Home Economics – Mrs. Cope
Rm. H19
5th- AP Spanish III – Ms. De la Cruz
Rm. L5
LUNCH
6th- AP Biology – Mr. Banner
Rm. S4
7th- AP Music – Mr. Biermann
Rm. J3
8th- Physical Education IV – Coach Clapp
East GYM.
Ok, so maybe Roccwell is a little tough on their seniors than St. Mary was but, seriously, eight periods don't you think that's a bit too much. I already wake up at five in the morning and now I'm going to be leaving at almost four in the afternoon, isn't there a law against that. And who ever heard of a course called Physical Education IV weren't you supposed to pay your dues freshman and sophomore year to free yourself from the torture. Oh, well who understands these snobby people? I looked at my Fossil watch and decided it was time to start looking for room B4 were ever that was. The map Ms. I-Need-a-Good-Fuck wasn't very helpful at all. It was basically just squares with numbers and letters on them the only things I could make out were the big places like the gym, tennis courts, soccer field, football field, pools and maybe what looked like a dorm room building on the far side of the school. Looking back at my schedule I saw that Ms. Veksler hadn't given me a dorm room number. Mean-y. I guess I'll crash with one of the girls if needed. They had to have dorms right? Well if all else fails sleep in your car but, let's just say that sleeping in a Ferrari isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. They are great cars just not great makeshift bedrooms. My phone went off bringing my out of my mini-retrieve. It's Alice.
Heard thru the grape vine u and Eddie arnt playin nice. -A
Really? –B
Spit it out, B. What happened? –A
I would 'spit it out' but, it would damage the perfect grass. –B
*rolls eyes* -A
Before I was able to respond my phone went off, again. This time it was Rosalie.
Cut the Bull, Swan. What happened? I saw Ed talking to Em hand gestures and all. –R
So what does it have to do with moi? –B
Ed + exasperated + morning – Bella = not playin nice. –R
Arnt u hung-over? –B
Yes. Answer the question. –R
Where do u have HR? –B
Homeroom? B4. Why? –R
Me too. Tell you then. –B
And then my phone went off, again.
Meet me by the B building. –A
I rolled my eyes at the iPhone screen. Something tells me these guys like to text, a lot. I went back to trying to decipher the map in my hands. The little print was somewhat blurry and that's when I realized that I didn't have my contact lens on. Fuck me. I remember taking them off in the shower and putting them by the shampoo bottle, telling myself to grab my glasses before leaving because sleeping with the contacts in irritated my eyes. And of course I forgot. I blame Edward all the way. A let out a huge sigh and slumped my shoulders this was going to be a long day, I could feel it.
I decide that my best option, seeing that I had ten minutes to find my class and I was fucking lost, was to stop someone and ask. And I did. Sadly I stopped a snot nosed freshman that acted like she was better than everyone and only gave me general directions. Which I'll admit did get me somewhere where I could choose between couples of buildings. The bad thing was that I didn't know which one was the one I was looking for. That caused me to stop another person. This time thankfully was nice enough to take up to the doors of the B building.
"You're a life saver." I said hugging him. He was a little shocked at first but hugged me anyway.
"Don't worry about it." He said after we stopped hugging. "I think you're the only senior to actually talk to me or any sophomore." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Well, that has to be fix," I said offering my hand for him to shake it. "I'm Bella Swan, a senior, who will be grateful to you always."
He smiled and shook my hand. "I'm Ashton Rodd, sophomore, who is happy to meet you."
We both laughed at our mini introductions. I saw Alice waving and jumping at me from the doors and I waved back for her to know that I had seen her.
"Well, Ash, I have to get to class." I said. His face fell a little and I couldn't have that. "Will I see you around?"
Ashton's face lit back up. "Of course, Bella, see you around."
I turned around and walked away but before reaching Alice I turned back around, "Ashton!" I yelled at his retreating form.
He turned around nodding his head signaling me to continue.
"I can tell we are going to be great friends!" I smiled and resumed walking the rest of the way towards Alice.
Alice as always was a buzzing ball of energy with a smile a mile wide. She would be perfect for Jazz if they ever meet. Mm, I have to start planning a little reunion
"Hello, Bella." She sang. "How are you this fine morning?"
I cocked an eyebrow. "I have a hangover. It's a horrible morning."
"Oh, Bella, every one of us has a hangover." She dismissed with her hand. "But, I saw you talking to that cute blonde guy. Is that why Edward is all broody?"
I laughed at Alice; she was waiting for my answer with a childlike enthusiasm. "Sorry, Babe, but no that was Ashton Rodd he's a sophomore. He helped me find the building."
"Darn." She pouted but, seconds later she was smiling again. "Oh, well let's go. We have to get to class early to get the good seats."
I laughed allowing her to drag me by the arm all the way to homeroom. The hallways were packed with people mingling by the doors of their classrooms waiting for the bell to ring. It was fun seeing her maneuver her way through all those people with her size. Alice was dressed in the normal school uniform but with heels and tights instead of knee highs. Heels, really? Wow, that girl had equilibrium. At the speed she was walking I would have already fallen flat on my face a couple of times. When we entered the classroom there where a few students sitting of desks, talking and throwing stuff, I had to hold back a chuckle at the cliché of it all. I spotted Rosalie near the back waving at us, sitting on a desk legs crossed looking all sexy and shit even with a hangover; she too was wearing heels and tights. Curse, genetics; I'm sure that I still looked like walking hell after the impromptu shower in the morning. As we get closer to Rose I notice that she has her things spread out on five desks. I popped a questioning eyebrow and she just rolled her eyes at me.
"Sup, girly, how's it going?" Rose asked me kissing my cheek with her bright red lips. Patting the desk nest to her she motioned for Alice and me to sit next to her. "So, tell me about this morning."
I sighed and shook my head what a pain in the ass these girls were. "Nothing, I'm just a little bit pissed at Edward. The fucker woke me up this morning."
Alice giggled, "I may or may have not called him and told him to wake you up by any means."
I pouted. "He picked me up and threw me into the shower."
"That boy does take directions well," Rosalie said cracking a smile. "So you are giving him the silent treatment, for throwing you into the shower. Don't you think that's a bit harsh?"
"Maybe so but, he has to learn not to do it," Alice added. "Though I did give him the idea but, I didn't think it would even get that far."
I laughed. "Of course you didn't think it was that hard. You have never tried to wake me up in the morning."
"Yeah, she's worse than Emmett." Rosalie chuckled. "I swear, she looks like a grizzly bear. I'm surprised that Edward didn't run for the hills."
"Fuck you, Rose." I said poking my tongue out. "Not all of us have super genes."
She of course being Rosalie took this as a compliment and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Jealousy is not attractive, Bella." She said fake scolding me.
"Of course, mother." I said rolling my eyes. We all laughed and sat down once the bell rang.
Mr. Mark McCollum was a surprisingly young teacher. He had to be in his late twenties I didn't give him more than twenty-six years old. He was about 5, 7", light brown hair and a goatee. He had finished taking roll and sat back down at his table, I thought I had dogged the bullet of first day, break-in the new kid 'presentation' requisite when he sent a smile my way and said, "We have a new student here today, class, I would like to present Ms. Isabella Swan. Ms. Swan, please come up and tell us about you."
I groaned out loud and got up scrapping my chair in the process. As I made to the front with heavy steps I heard Rosalie and Alice snicker at my misfortune. I turned around and sent them a glare. I couldn't believe my luck today. First, Ms. I-Need-Sex at the office and now, this; I was really considering ditching the rest of the day and crawling into bed. Every one turned and looked at me as I walked in between rows of desks. I recognized a couple of face from the barbecue yesterday but, other than that I didn't know anyone except Rose and Ali. So, I guess I could say practically anything.
"There are two ways of doing this, Isabella." Mr. McCollum said. "You could tell us about you or we could go around asking you questions about you. Which one would you like?"
Hum, I considered this. I could do it the first way faster, and nobody would know anything I don't want them to know or I could let them go wild on me. Yeah the choice was clear as water. "I'll tell you guys." I said. "I'm Isabella Swan but, I prefer Bella. Call me Isabella and you'll find a patented leather heel up there where the sun don't shine. I'm seventeen. Thanks." I gave a half smile and wave. I tried to make my escape quickly but, sadly Mr. McCollum wasn't going to allow me that small happiness. No, he stopped me.
"Bella, that wasn't enough." He said getting up from his chair. "Let's do it the other way it's more fun for everyone."
Fuck me. "Go ahead." I said through gritted teeth. From my position at the front of the class I couldn't see Rose and Alice clearly but, even with blurry vision I need they were laughing there asses off. I hope the aspirin wears off, I thought evilly at them.
"Okay, I'll go first." He smiled. Was he on something? He is way too happy for a Monday morning. "Where are you from? Where were you born?"
"I was raised in New York, and I was born in Phoenix." I said crossing my arms across my chest. Creep.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" An asshole asked from the far left.
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. What's it to you?" I asked defiantly.
"Are you a natural brunette?" A girl asked from the front.
"No, I borrowed the hair from my mom," I answered sarcastically. "Oh, and by the way, my boobs are real." I cupped my left boob and gave it a lite squeeze to drive my point across. Taking my hand away from my chest I turned to look at the teacher, who looked a little flustered and went to stand behind his desk. Gross.
"Any other questions, remember there are no stupid questions just stupid people that asked them," I said sweetly. And apparently people here at that stupid because a dude raised his hand. "Yes?"
"Are you fucking Edward Cullen?"
Fuck my life. I stared a few moments at the dude. Did he really just ask that? In front of the whole class of thirty something and the teacher. I had to admit the guy had guts.
"Well, are you going to answer or not?" he prompted. Everyone in the room was suddenly very interested on what was happening. Who knew Edward was such a hot shot on campus.
"Why do you ask?" I regarded the punk carefully. Well, as carefully as one can without glasses and squinting like a freak. Fine, I'll admit that I still squint with glasses, sometimes. Never mind, the point was that the punk wanted to get something out of me.
"Word around school is that you and Cullen were cozy at the barbecue hosted at the Cullen house yesterday night." He said sure of himself. Cocky doesn't look good on everybody, trust me this guys 'cocky smirk' made him look constipated.
"Don't believe everything people say," I said calmly. "It might get you in trouble."
"So you are fucking Cullen," he said. "And here we all thought that he was Mr. Perfect student body president and all. Turns out he had a dirty little secret."
That guy wants to get cut or his car smashed. Either one can be arranged. "No, I'm not fucking Cullen. Nor I have anything with him. We are friends."
"Friends who snuggle backstage?" he asked. "Oh, and I heard you guys have matching tattoos."
Yeah that was the last straw. I wasn't going to do this today, especially not in front of the whole classroom. "Fuck off, punk. What are you, goddamn paparazzi? Do I ask you what size your pinky penis is?"
"Shut up, bitch. Just tell me how much you charge the hour."
"Sit down, Timothy." A voice said behind me. I knew that voice anywhere, Edward. And where the hell was the teacher? I turned to look at Mr. McCollum, who was crashed on his desk sleeping. Guess that five hour energy shot wore off. He should have really eaten something with the energy shot; it helps you not fall asleep when it wears off. "Apologize to Bella."
"Yeah, Foster, simmer down before I give you a black eye and bust you teeth out." Another voice said. I also knew that voice, Emmett, the big teddy bear that could scare the piss out of you.
Foster who had stood up sometime during our little word battle plopped down on his seat and pouted like the big baby he is.
"Come on, Belly Bean," Emmett said leading me to the back of the room. "Let's go sit down."
From under Emmett's arm I saw Edward talk with Timothy Foster is shushed whispers. I really wanted to know what they were talking about but, I've had enough of him for one day. I would find out sooner or later though, maybe even by lunch. Emmett took the seat next to Rosalie and I took the set next to him we were quite a while, until Edward slipped into the chair next to me. The situation seemed to calm down and the rest of the class was minding their own business again. And everything was strangely quite between the five of us.
"So, where were you guys?" Alice asked breaking the silence.
"Eddie forgot something home. I went with him to get it." He shrugged getting his Calculus homework out.
"It's Edward not Eddie." Edward mumbled out looking through his messenger bag. "Hey, what did Ms. De la Cruz leave for homework on Friday?"
"She just said to read something in Spanish over the weekend. So we wouldn't stop practicing the pronunciation or something." Rosalie said. "Hey, Bells, can I see your schedule?"
"Sure," I said handing over the pink slip of paper.
"Let me see, do I have any classes with her?" Alice said jumping up and peering over Rose's shoulder.
"Yeah, you have American Government with her, Alice." Rose said causing Alice to jump and hug me, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, and you have Spanish with Emmett and me." Emmett and Rose high-fived me; and Rose continued reading.
"Then you have Home Economics and P.E with all of us." Rose continued. I was nice to have almost all my classes with at least one of them in each class and all of them in two. "And you have Calculus, Biology, and Music with our very own Eddie."
"Nice." I smiled. "It looks like this is going to be a good year."
PS. REVIEW! I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR WHAT YOU GUYS THINK!
CHECK THE BLOG FOR VISUALS
AND REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
OH, AND THANKS AGAIN TO DANA66100!
K.A.G
XOXOXO
XOXO