After Homeroom it was time for Calculus.

My favorite class in the world, note the heavy sarcasm. I was still not talking to Edward but, he still walked me to Calculus because, he's nice like that – or because he had the same class in the same room and all but, those are minor details. Surprisingly the Calculus classroom wasn't far away from Homeroom. Edward pointed out that the buildings were grouped in subjects and that there were basically five main buildings: Mathematics, Sciences, Languages, English, and History. I just nodded in all the right places but, never spoke to him. And as he continued explaining the organization of the school I was suddenly glad that I had class with at least one member of the gang because, it looked like finding your way across campus was a bit more difficult than I thought. We were almost to the Calculus classroom when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It seemed like I was ringing off the hook today or better said vibrating out of my pocket? It was Jasper and I almost drop my phone in the rush to read the text.

Enjoying the West Coast? – J

Yeah, miss u though. – B

Me too, babe, how is it going? – J

I'm fine, with a hangover from hell, dude. – B

Partying already? Shame on u. – J

Fuck off, it was a welcoming BBQ. – B

Oh really? – Jazz

Yeah, a neighbor hosted it. – B

Cool. I need the pictures. – Jazz

I'll send them later. TTYLT, I'm in Calc. – B

Have fun ;) love you. – J

I closed the text window on my IPhone and turned to look at Edward who was awfully quite. His faced looked a little troubled and his eyes were narrowed as if he was thinking really hard about something. I had to fight the urge to ask him what was wrong but, I didn't. I was going to hold this 'silent treatment' thingy at least until lunch. And then I could talk to him.

"Do you have your glasses, Bella?" Edward asked me, leading me into the classroom.

I shook my head, and plopped down on a nearby desk.

"Ok, and have you eaten anything?"

I shook my head again and rolled my eyes. Of course I hadn't eaten anything, I ran off when we got to school and I hadn't had the chance to scout out some grub.

"Ok, I'll fix that." He said as the bell rang and he found his way to his seat that was two rows ahead of me.

Not really wanting to repeat the homeroom incident I kept my head down as the class filled in and Mr. Sum started yapping about something that sounded a lot like Pig Latin. The dude that was sharing the desk with me was totally baked, he was staring at me dazed making me extremely uncomfortable and the weirdest part was that he didn't even seem to be there. It was like he was there but, at the same time he wasn't there; it was really creepy. I tried to ignore the staring and actually try to understand what in hell Mr. Sum was explaining on the Smart Board but, it was really no use. Without my glasses or my contacts all I saw was squiggly lines and more squiggly lines. I was so fucked if I couldn't see well it was useless to even show up to class. I wouldn't understand anything the teacher was saying. Sadly the plan on skipping the rest of the day that was forming in my mind was blown away when I realized that I didn't have my car keys. Edward had them because he drove us to school today and again the storming off thing came back to bite me in the ass. First I don't get anything to eat and then I have to endure school blind as a bat. I let out a loud sigh and groaned as I felt the Excedrin I had taken earlier start to edge off and the head ache edging in. Apparently life wasn't going to cut me a break any time because the mummy at the front of the classroom aka Mr. Sum heard my sigh and groan.

"Well, Ms..."Mr. Sum trailed off and lowered his head to read some piece of paper laying on his desk probably a list of students. "Well, Ms. Isabella Swan, since you think my class is so boring how about you tell us how to solve this problem."

"But…I didn't…I mean…I…really don't know how to solve that." I said pointing to the board.

"It's not a that, Ms. Swan, it's a summation notation." He said narrowing his already tiny eyes at me.

"I can't see the summation notation, sir." I said flatly.

"Very well then, come up here and solve it." Mr. Sum said motioning at me to get up.

My phone vibrated against my leg with a text, it was from Alice: Answer: 35. Edward sent it to me to send it to you. He doesn't have ur number.

"The class is waiting, Ms. Swan." Mr. Sum said tapping his nubby little old man fingers against his desk. Even with the answer in my head my feet still felt like lead. I swear Mr. Sum smirked a little at my walk of shame, if only I had gotten some.

The whole room was silent as I stared at the monster problem with the stylus pen in my hand. Fuck, I was fucked I really didn't knew where to start better said I didn't even know where the fucking problem started or where it ended. Yeah, it was that long. Ok, so maybe that's a far-fetched hyperbole but still. I knew the answer but not the process which was pretty much saying that I had nothing to go on.

"Ms. Swan, a question. Where are you from?" Mr. Sum asked with a condescending smirk placed on his wrinkled up face.

"I just transferred from New York." I mumbled.

"And in New York," the way he said New York was not riding well with me, he was practically saying the name as if it were a disease. "Did they teach Mathematics at…?"

"St. Mary's"

"Of course, did they teach mathematics at St. Mary's?"

"Yes." I gripped out from in between my clenched teeth. What the fuck was he getting at?

"Then please tell me why you do not know the way to solve this mathematical problem."

"I don't know because you haven't fucking taught it yet." As the words left my mouth the whole class gasped in shock and I even thought I heard Edward whisper 'please, don't' before everything fell even more silent than before, I don't think they were even breathing.

"One more question before you march straight to the principal's office, Ms. Swan." He said in an oddly calm voice. "You do know that this is an Advanced Placement Calculus class, yes?"

I nodded but held my tongue.

"Well, I don't know how the classes were picked out for the students back at St. Mary's but, here at Roccwell we do not accept anything less than excellence."

I nodded again but this time I cocked an eyebrow showing that I was not following his line of thought.

"And let me tell you, Ms. Isabella Swan, that with the idiom that came out from your mouth and your attitude towards my class and me. You are less than Advance Placement material. And for what It's worth I will not be seeing you in any of my classes ever again. Now please collect your things and leave my classroom." He said scribbling something on a pink slip and handing it to me.

"Mr. Sum with all due respect, you can go fuck yourself. Really, I mean really? What the fuck did I say? I don't know the goddamn answer for the problem. If you hadn't taught it how the hell was I supposed to know the answer. And for you information I had a fucking Mensa card! So just so you know I'm smart and I have a fucking card to prove it." I ranted grabbing my backpack, stomping myself to the door and slamming the door shut.

Fuck, shit, crap, ass-wipe. Are all the freaking teacher out to get me today or is just my fucking hangover making everything I have to do difficult? I let out a loud scream and I still didn't feel better which was crappy as hell because I didn't have any outlet for my pent up frustration nearby. I just knew that today was going to be a bad day from the moment I felt the freezing cold water hit my face this morning. And I wasn't going to go to the principal's office just because that ass wipe of a teacher told me to especially not on my first fucking day. Ok, so I over reacted a bit or maybe not I hadn't decided yet but, Mr. Sum was being an ass with those subtle comments about me intelligence. I mean a deaf person could have heard his real intention under his words.

Any how I wasn't doing to go back to class and I wasn't going to the principal's office so I really wasn't going anywhere. There were still a couple of minutes until second period ended. What the best thing to do when you don't have anything to do? Wander around. And that's exactly what I did. I got out of the mathematics building first though I wouldn't want someone to see me out and about that would cause problems. Well, more problems than I already had.

The school campus was nice and big. A forest surrounded the school and there were gardens and fields of grass making each of the buildings look very beautiful despite the dull beige of the stone and the old gothic architecture. Roaming the outside of the buildings I was hoping to find a bending machine to get some food in my starved stomach. I reached for my phone to text Emmett. He would know where you could get grub around here.

Belly Bean: SOS

Emmy Bear: What's up, BB?

Belly Bean: Got kicked outta class.

Emmy Bear: Which class?

Belly Bean: Calculus.

Emmy Bear: Mr. Sum? He's an ass, don't take him seriously.

Belly Bean: Too damn late. Where can I grab some grub here?

Emmy Bear: There is a bending machine near the History building.

Belly Bean: Thanks. See you at lunch.

Shoving my phone back into my pocket I grabbed the map of the school out of my backpack. I was far away from the History building but I had class there any way so, I started walking.

I could see the vending machine from where I was. I could almost taste the saltiness of the chips I was going to shove in my mouth and probably the coolness of the water I was going to gulp down my throat. But like we already established luck wasn't on my side today.

"Ms. Isabella Swan, please report to the principal's office. Ms. Isabella Swan, please report to the principal's office, NOW!" ,the speaker blared out.

Fuck my life. I should have fucking known I wasn't going to get a break any time soon. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to keep my wits about me. Once I thought I could walk again without stomping my feet like a petulant child I started towards the main office. I felt my phone vibrate repeatedly against my thigh, and considered turning it on silent. I have just gotten three messages; one from Alice, one from Rosalie, and one from Emmett.

You're going to be fine, I can feel it. –A

Look at him in the eye and don't look scared. –R

Plead the fifth. –Em

I let out a small chuckle at their texts. They were so different but the same, it was weird. Alice, always the psychic pixie that I've gotten to know too well in only two days; Rosalie handling everything with the grace that comes with being a Hale of Rochester; and of course Emmett and his weird ways, though I really was thinking of taking his advice and pleading the fifth and keeping my mouth shut that would probably be the best way to get out unscratched.

Ms. Veksler was also the principal's secretary so I got an ugly smirk from her when I entered the office. She told me to sit down and wait for me to be called on. And I did, I sat on the ugly puke green arm chair engaged in a very heated stare off with Ms. Veksler, who seemed to be dead set on puncturing a hole in my scull with her eyes. She broke our little contest when the phone rang. It was Mr. Greene the principal telling her my turn was up.

I was lead into a modern office. Not at all what I had expected, it was well lit with a modern looking glass table and a pair of black leather chairs. Mr. Harold Greene PhD. was apparently my principal; though he was nowhere to be seen until I heard a toilet flush and a door open. Mr. Greene was about my height, bald and with really small eyes; he looked a little flushed which told me that I was better off not knowing what had happened behind closed doors. Ms. Veksler stayed in the room which surprised me but, then everything made sense. The little shit wanted to see me get in trouble, fuck her.

"Well, Ms. Swan what brings you here today?" Mr. Greene said settling down in his desk.

"I do not know," I said innocently, hoping that it would help me.

"Let me refresh your memory then," he said opening up a file that was lying on his desk. "Mr. Sum reported your use of inappropriate words in the classroom. What do you have to say about that?"

"I didn't do anything. Mr. Sum was insinuating that I was not intelligent enough to be in his class because; I did not know the answer to a problem, more specifically a summation notation which apparently is a basic equation." I said seriously. I was not going to let Mr. I'm-an-Ass hole get me in trouble especially for something as stupid as saying 'fuck'.

"And is that any reason for you to cuss at a teacher?"

"No, but I will not take it back or apologize."

"Very well then, I'll have to change your schedule because, Mr. Sum expressed his discontent with your behavior and said he would not accept you back into his class." He said typing something on his computer.

"I guess."

"Ms. Veksler, would you please grab Ms. Swan's schedule form the printer." Mr. Greene said waiting for her to leave the room before speaking to me again. "Look, Isabella, I've seen your record and I will admit it's quite impressive: honors roll all through elementary and middle school; a member of Mensa; you play the violin, piano and you sing; you attended Julliard; medals in track and swimming; Ivy league and non-ivy league universities are ready to accept your application as soon as it reaches them and some are offering you the moon hoping you will consider them. You have a very bright future. So, a suspension or a demerit will look bad on your file. Do you agree with me?"

"Yes, I agree with you." I said eyeing him carefully. I knew all this; hell, the nuns at St. Mary's had told me the same thing. They went as far as giving me punishment but not putting it on my record so it would stay squeaky clean. "But I don't think I'm following you, Harold."

"What I'm trying to say is that I'll let this go. I've changed your schedule and tried to keep the same classes, but it will not be the same." He said. "Also, try to do your best. It's your senior year for god sake, have fun but do not get caught."

I cracked a smile at his last statement 'have fun but do not get caught'. "You know what, I think you and me will get along just fine, Harold."

"I think we will, Isabella. Now go get your schedule from Tatiana and don't get on her bad side she's a valuable ally."

I walked out of the principal's office with a smile on my face; Mr. Greene was a cool guy. He didn't even call me out on the first name thing. I grabbed my new schedule from Ms. Veksler. It hadn't really changed much:

1st Homeroom

2nd AP Spanish

3rd AP Calculus

Break

4th AP Home Economics

5th AP American Government

Lunch

6th AP Biology

7th AP Music

8th Physical Education IV

So basically he had changed American Government, Calculus and Spanish around and gave me Calculus with another teacher. I could live with that, I still had Home Economics with the gang and P.E with them too so it was ok. There was also Homeroom in the morning; I could deal with not having them around in every class.

I was sitting in American Government, minding my own business while listening the teacher drone on and on and on about the importance on the jury and I don't know what other gibberish. But, I wasn't really paying attention so if you asked me I wouldn't know what to tell you, though I don't think anybody in class was paying attention. The teacher even looked like he was on autopilot and was reciting the lesson from memory.

The class was so boring I was thinking about where I would have my new tattoo done. I was thinking about a lotus flower above my left hip bone to symbolize new beginnings but, I was still not sure. I already had a few tattoos: a list of longitudes and latitude adorning my left rib of my favorite places in the world; a white ink swan on my lower abdomen whose neck curved around my belly button; a treble cleft on my right hip bone; three stars on my left side; a four leaf clover under my shoulder blade; a Dr. Seuss quote on my back; and a nickname that Edward gave me a couple inches below my armpit on my right side with a little lower case 'e' right below it marking it as Edward's nickname for me. I wonder if he still had his tattoo. I remember Esme saying he still had his tattoo that matched mine, but I couldn't be sure because there is also another one we have that is the same. It's a little saying across our arms: 'Questa è la vita e questa è la gioia: sempre la vostra.'

I was brought out of my thoughts by knock on the door and the sudden stop of Mr. Washington's monolog on god knows what. It was a delivery guy? No, wait it was a freshman dressed in that horrible P.E uniform they made you wear.

"Yes, is there anything I could help you with," Mr. Washington said, looking bored and tired of being here. Hey, I couldn't blame the guy I was itching to get the hell out of here as soon as the bell rang.

The dude looked uncomfortable under the scrutinizing stare of thirty something students, "I was sent here." He answered dumbly.

"We can see that, Mr.…" the teacher asked urging him to answer.

"Richard." He mumbled. I started to feel bad about Rich he obviously wanted to blot. Oh, my freshman year, how I don't miss it and I never would want to re-live it. I don't get why upperclassmen look down on freshmen and sophomores they were once in the same position so they really don't have a valid excuse. But, who needs an excuse to do anything in high school? We're all hormonal, horny, bitchy, and hard to deal with, mean young adults. That's enough of an excuse for everything.

"Ok, Richard, what are you here for?" Mr. McBoring asked, looking exasperated at the guy.

"I'm here to leave a bag for Bella Swan," he said. I popped an eyebrow. What would a freshman want with me? I'm sure I wasn't being recruited for the Chess club or the Drama club, I sucked at chess and I did not act to save my life.

"What do you want with me?" I spoke up, making Rich look up at me.

"You're Bella Swan?" he asked sounding surprised.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "What do you need to give me?"

"Yes, Richard, please do tell what you have for Ms. Swan." Mr. Washington said.

"Edward Cullen sent this for you," he said scurrying toward me and handing me a McDonald's paper bag and what looked like the case for my glasses. The room was silent for a minute before breaking out into a murmur of gossip and speculations. God this is going to be all over school by lunch. "He also sent a note."

"Ok, what is it?" I pressed, wondering what in the world Edward was up to.

Richard cleared his throat, "Hello Bella, I hope you like McDonald's; you haven't eaten so I expect everything in that bag to be gone by lunch. I also got your glasses so you don't keep going off on innocent teachers ;). Thank Richard for me."

"Ok, thank you Richard." I said kissing him on the cheek making him blush. How cute.

"There's another part. I think it's in Italian but I don't speak Italian so, yeah." He handed me the paper and there in neat flowing script was: 'Questa è la vita e questa è la gioia: sempre la vostra.'

I smiled. "Well, thank Edward for me, Richard."

Jessica, Lauren, and some other snob-y bitches didn't like that I got something from Edward and they didn't. And I don't think the smug smile I sent their way when I saw their fuming faces helped better their mood. Yeah, I was silently basking in their annoyance and my crunchy French fries. Mm, my tummy was building an altar to Edward right now; I never thought greasy processed meat would taste so good. Edward was definitely off the hook for earlier also, the glasses helped bunches I could see better and actually pay half of my attention to what Mr. Washington was gripping out.

EPOV

Enjoying the West Coast? – J

Yeah, miss u though. – B

Me too, babe, how is it going? – J

I'm fine, with a hangover from hell, dude. – B

Partying already? Shame on u. – J

Fuck off, it was a welcoming BBQ. – B

Oh really? – J

Yeah, a neighbor hosted it. – B

Cool. I need the pictures. – Jazz

I'll send them later. TTYLT, I'm in Calc. – B

Have fun ;) love you. – J

I couldn't stop thinking about the texts exchanged between Bella and this "J" guy. Who the heck was "J"? Who the fuck was "J"? Who the hell was "J"? A boyfriend she didn't mention, probably, sometimes she omits things that aren't important. But, this mentioning a long distance boyfriend is something important right? I mean she wouldn't have fooled around with me in my room before the party if she had someone in NYC waiting for her. Well, they weren't, whoever "J" was, waiting for her because she wasn't going to go back any time soon with her mother in Africa and all that.

Yeah, I've done my research. I knew Renee had gone on a safari or something through Africa and wouldn't be back for a while. That's why she moved here with her Charles though he wasn't in town often so that meant she was alone. And that thought alone made me worry, yes, even though she lived right down the street.

We both entered the calculus classroom. I really wanted to ask her about the texts, but that wasn't possible since I would be giving myself away and she would know I was peering over her shoulders. That may give me an even more pissed off Bella and she already had a hangover which I think she's exaggerating a bit, it couldn't be that bad, could it? Maybe it was, hell, I wouldn't know I hardly have hangovers. Guess that's one of the perks of having Carlisle's fast metabolism.

Class was going well, the problems weren't too bad, heck, and some were actually quite easy. From time to time I would glance back at were Bella was sitting she was sitting next to a dude that was baked although sophomore year and junior year and apparently was planning to continue the tradition into senior year. He was no trouble; he was a cool guy when he was actually coherent enough to hold a more than two minute conversation though, that hadn't happened in a while.

Everything seemed to be going fine until, of course, Bella got called up to the board to solve a problem. By the look on her face she really didn't know how to do it. I sent a message to Alice to send to Bella with the answer, but that didn't seem to help her. I thought everything was going to go smoothly; she was going to respectfully say she didn't know the answer or how to solve the problem and quietly sit back down.

Yeah, well that didn't fucking happened. And I should've known. Respectfully doesn't go with Bella when she was being moody. I knew that and probably everyone that had met her knew that she was a little spitfire when moody, but Mr. Sum didn't know that. And provoked her, he was known to provoke students that from time to time to 'see if the student knew how to hold their respect towards elders at all times', of course, he had never met Bella and her bitchy attitude when confronted in a hung-over stage, like she was now. And Bella didn't know how to hold her temper causing her to tell Mr. Sum to go 'fuck himself'. Quietly didn't mix with Bella either since she slammed the door shut when she stormed out of the room.

I knew she wasn't going straight to the Mr. Greene's office. She was probably going to roam around the school looking for food. This was going to be a hard day; apparently I would have to keep Bella under control until school ended. That girl would go on a rampage if she was pissed and let loose.

Time to call in a few favors, I thought grabbing my phone out of my bag.

Get me out if class, please. –E

You, want to get out of class? Are pigs flying? –R

*eye roll* Can you get me out of class or not? –E

Don't get you panties in a twist, Ed, I'll get you out. –R

Thanks. –E

You owe me. –R

Finally, Rose's job at the office was starting to help me out. She always helped Emmett and Alice get out of class early, but I never asked her. I've never had a reason to get out of class until now, that is.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door. It was Rose with a 'note' from the office saying I was needed at the counselor's office. I knew she was going to grill me as soon as we were at a comfortable distance from the classroom, but I didn't think she was going to ask me difficult questions. It was Rose after all; she only asked what she needed to know.

"So, why do you need out get out of class?" she asked as stepped into the elevator.

"I forgot something home." I said simply, it was true after all.

"Didn't you go home with Emmett this morning to pick up something? What could you possibly have forgotten now?" She was eyeing me carefully. She got me there.

"We did, but I forgot my laptop charger." I said. "And I have presentation next period."

"Don't bullshit the bullshit-er, Edward," Rose said stepping out of the elevator. "But I'm not going to push it."

"Thanks, don't worry it is nothing bad." I said.

Rose laughed, "Like you'd do something bad."

"You never know." I said heading the opposite way towards the lot.

I walked up to the Swan's front porch and let myself in. Smiling I trotted up to her room and quickly made work of looking around for her glasses.