Fights
Bella
"What do you think will happen this year?" I ask my friends, while stuck in a traffic jam at 1st avenue.
"Did you hear our school is being invaded?" Emmett scoffed. "Some gangs members tried blowing up their last school and now they're being sent to ours."
Rosalie and I looked at each other in wonder.
"Are you kidding me?!" she exclaimed. "So now they can blow up our school?"
"I don't think they actually tried to blow up their school," I laughed.
"Whatever," she scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest. "Now what? Why can't they send them somewhere else."
"Mr. Cullen wants to add diversity to our school and what better way than to enroll a whole new school."
To say I was actually paying complete attention would be a lie. I was listening, but like always it didn't matter. Finally making it out of the traffic jam I was able to turn onto the block of my school.
Four years ago, the student body convinced the Department of Ed to turn the two parks behind our school into two joint parking lots. It was better than wasting money on a cab everyday or attempting to take the bus and/or train.
"Are you nervous of seeing Mike again?" Rosalie asked, not looking up from her purse.
My gaze wandered to the heart shaped picture of me and Mike taped to my dashboard. "A summer apart changes people."
"Distance makes the heart grow fonder," she throws back. "You're captain of the cheerleading squad and he's captain of the varsity basketball team. You two have to date or the whole solar system would fall out of place."
Mike called me all summer while he was upstate at his parent's cabin with his cousins. He left on a bad note so now I don't know where I stand with him.
I drive into the high school parking lot with my mind more on Mike than on the road. The wheels of my car screech to a stop when I almost hit two guys and a girl walking across the lot.
"Watch it, bitch!" screamed the boy with blonde hair and baggy clothes, as he passed by my window.
I lowered it fast enough to yell, "Sorry."
"You shouldn't have been walking in the middle of a parking spot," Rosalie spoke, hopping out the car.
The blonde boy smirked, while the little pixie like girl under his arm giggled, "Blonde smut got a mouth on her."
That pissed Emmett off. "Yo, buddy! Don't talk to my girl like that," he boomed stepping out the car and slamming my door.
I sink down into my driver's seat as far as I can. Nice way to start the morning.
"Yo jock fucker," the boy continued. "Who the fuck do you think you talking to?"
Oh crap, now I have to get out the car. I made sure to turn everything off and climbed quickly out my car, shutting and locking the door.
By the time I turned to face them, Emmett and the blonde kid are face to face. A fight ready to break out any moment.
"Babe," the pixie speaks, softly. Her voice like bells, "Stop."
But apparently he wasn't listening. "Jazz," she hissed again.
"Brandon!" growled a perfectly smooth velvet voice.
We all turned to see who was the owner of the voice and there he was. A living, breathing Greek god. Who was leaning on the hood of my car.
"Whitlock!" he growled again. Jazz, the blonde guy stood at attention, his deadly gaze turning from Emmett to the green-eyed god.
"EJ?" he asked, biting back a sneer.
"Its to early in the morning," he said bored. "Lets go."
Jazz's gaze turned back to Emmett, "You're so fucking lucky asshole." Before walking away towards the direction of the school.
"Nice car," EJ smirked, walking after him.
"Assholes," Emmett mumbled under his breath.
The small pixie stood behind, staring at us awkwardly. She opened her mouth to speak before it was cut short with a loud yell.
"Ally!" Jazz yelled from across the street.
"Sorry," she whispered, before turning and gracefully skipping down towards them.
Watching their retreating form I see two red bandannas hanging out of Jazz's and EJ's pockets, and a red one wrapped around Ally's small wrist.
"What does that mean?" I ask Emmett, pointing at the bandanna's.
Emmett scowls at them as they meet up with a bunch of other girls and guys with the same bandana. "That means their blood," he explains. "Its a gang thing, either they wear chains of beads with the color red and black or they wear a bandanna."
"Oh," I mumble, walking across the street, and up the front steps of the school.
"Just walk right past them," Rose mutters.
But its pretty hard to do that when the Greek god steps right in front of me and blocks my path.
What's that prayer you're supposed to say right before you die?
"You're a lousy driver," EJ says with a slight Brooklyn accent and a full blown I-Am-The-Man stance. It became painfully clear he was their leader.
The man looked like an Abercrombie model with a muscled bod you could tell he had under the white shirt and his flawless face and beautiful green eyes. But instead of his picture being in a magazine, your more likely to find it as a mug shot.
His forearms are covered in tattoos. Of random signs and tribal shapes, the only thing I recognized was a cross. On the side of his neck in calligraphy were the words 'Only God Can Judge Me'.
The kids from the Upper East Side don't mess with the kids from across the bridge. It's not that we think we're better, we just grew up different. We look, talk, act, and dress different. And I had a feeling that the girls giving me dirty stares were going to hate me for who I am.
Or rather, who they think I am.
EJ's gaze slowly moves down my body, traveling everywhere before moving back up. It's not the first time a guy has checked me out, it's just that no one has ever been so up front about it. Let alone do it so up close. I could feel my face getting hot, underneath the pound of foundation.
"Next time, watch where you're going." he says, his voice ice cold.
He's trying to scare me, that much I'm sure of. He's probably done this a million of times. I won't let him get to me and win this game, even if my stomach feels like it's doing flip flops.
I square my shoulders and sneer at him. The same sneer that sends other people away running, "Thanks for the tip."
"If you ever need a real man to teach you how to drive, I can always offer my services."
Catcalls and whistles from his friends erupt behind me, setting my blood to boil. One of the few girl, stood out above them all. She was tall and statuesque, she had dark red hair and lightly tanned skin. While the other girls were smirking and laughing, her honey colored eyes glared at me, claiming that he belonged to her.
Keep him, damn it! And get him away from me!
"If you were a real man, you'd open the door for me instead of blocking my path," I say, admiring my own strength.
EJ steps back, pulls the door open, bowing like a butler. He's mocking me, he knows it, and I know it.
"Get a life," I tell him.
"Like yours," he smirks. "Let me tell you something. Your life isn't reality, its fake. Just like you."
Mentally I wince at his words, partly because they can't be more true. "It's better than living my life like a loser," I lash out, hoping my words had enough bite like his did. "Just like you."
Grabbing Rosalie's arm and dragging her through the open door. Catcalls and more comments follow me as I walk in. And I'm finally able to let out the huge breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Who knew Izzy had balls," Emmett laughs out loud.
"What gives him the right to bully everyone?"
"Maybe the gun he probably has in his pants," Rosalie says, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Or, the gang colors he wears."
"He's not stupid enough to bring a gun to school," I retort. "Besides I refused to be bullied by him or anyone else for that matter." At school at least. School is the one place I remain perfect. Only the idiots here believe it.
"We're seniors now," I say, with some new found enthusiasm.
"So?" Rosalie asks, kissing Emmett good bye, while he goes in search of the guys.
"So... Everything it going to be perfect."
"What's perfect?" a husky voice breathes, while two arms wrap around my waste.
I turn around and there's Mike. His blonde hair bleached from the sun and a smile so big it takes up half of his face. He holds me tight and kisses me lightly on the lips, "What's perfect?"
"You," I answer. "Just you being with me."
"Well that's easy since you're so damn hot," he kisses me again.
I smiled up at him as he drapes his arms over my shoulders. The solar system is still intact, at least for now.
The front doors of the school burst open, EJ and his friends walking in as if their about to hijack the school.
"Why did they bother to put them here," Mike mutters, so low that only I can here. "Half of them will drop out before the year is up."
My gaze briefly locks with EJ's and a shiver is sent down my spine.
"I almost hit the bronzed haired one," I told Mike, once EJ was out of hearing range.
"You should of," he chuckles, leading me towards homeroom. "At least it would have been an exciting first day. This school is so boring."
Boring? Its the first day of school and I almost hit three kids. Emmett almost got in a fight. I got harassed by a gang member. If this is any indication of what school was going to be like for the rest of the year, then this year will be anything but boring.
Edward
You see, this is my mentality. Do something wrong – don't get caught. Get caught – You were a fucking idiot.
Now I knew I was going to be sent to the principals office at some point in the year. I just didn't think it'd be the first day.
Mr. Carlisle Cullen is the my new principal. He looks like a white bred model. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Hey! He could be Jazz's dad.
Someone in my old school must have tipped him off that I'm the ring leader or else I wouldn't be sitting here.
But here I am, in his stupid office, and in my gym shorts. He's calm and collected, unlike my last principal. That arrogant block head thought he could intimidate me, as if he threatens me.
Cullen here, is rambling on and on about the school rules. Again, why am I the only one here?
"Edward? Do I make myself clear?" he says, his eyes focusing on me.
I don't answer.
"I promised the superintendent and the school board that I'll root out the violence that plagued your last school. If anyone steps out of line I won't hesitate to suspend them."
Again, I don't answer. Is this supposed to scare me?
I haven't done anything – yet. Well except have a little verbal fun with that sexy rich girl but this dude is already talking about suspension.
But that was only good clean fun, unless he heard about the fire thing in my last school. But he couldn't necessarily pin point that on me, could have been anyone.
It could have been the baby oil on the east staircase that made half the entire student body slip and slide, during the middle of 2nd and 3rd period.
Or when Jazz and I got busted in the boiler room. He had a theory about cold water effecting the female anatomy more than the male anatomy. Well needless to say, after turning off the hot water we got into a argument and then we were busted.
Jazz tried to take the heat, because I had nothing to do with it but the arrogant ass wasn't hearing it.
That little rich bitch is probably the reason I'm sitting in this damn chair right now.
"I'm not starting any fights," I say calmly.
"That's good to know," he responds back. "What about the almost fight in the parking lot with Mr. McCarty."
Damn it, someone is going down for this.
"That wasn't even me."
"Well who was it then?"
I sink back into my chair and shut my mouth, "No one."
"I understand the concept of loyalty, Mr. Masen."
How the hell did almost getting run over by some rich bitches Aston Martin become my fault? If the brat ever got a C on her report card probably one call to the school and it'll get changed to an A.
Couldn't hurt her chances of getting into a good college.
Fuck that shit, if I got a C my ma would slap me upside the head and tell me to do better.
I've worked my ass off for the grades I get. Though sometimes I'm called in to answer questions on how I got the grade I did. But I'm not stupid enough to cheat. Its not about getting into college, its about proving I could get in... if my world was different.
Brooklyn's project kids don't mix well with Manhattan's upper class. Thinking that the Manhattan kids are smarter than us is bullshit. So what if we're not rich and obsessed with getting into the most prestigious schools. That doesn't make us stupid, we're in survival mode most of the time.
Living in our world doesn't allow us the ability to use our brains for something other than survival. We have to watch our backs.
The toughest thing that rich girl probably has to do is decide what designer jeans she wants to wear.
"Care to tell me what happened with Ms. Swan then?"
"Who the hell is Ms. Swan?" I ask confused.
He clears his throat, "Isabella Swan, the girl you spoke to on the school steps. I'd like to hear your side of the story."
Isabella? So the hot body has a name. I don't like it. Its too long.
"You see the thing with Bella was a misunderstanding."
"Bella?" he asks.
"Yea, we're old friends," I smirk. "We were just catching up after a long time apart."
"Well, lets try not to making misunderstanding a habit, okay, Edward?"
"EJ."
"Excuse me?"
"I go by EJ," I tell him. "That 10 inch file on your desk should tell you that."
"Alright EJ, go back to gym. But just know that I have eyes all over this school. I don't want to see you back in my office." Just as I get up he puts his hand on my shoulder. "My goal is for everyone to succeed, even you. Clear?"
"Crystal," I answer, wondering how much I actually believe him.
The hallway is empty and the walk back down to the locker room is long. Whistling my way down the stairs, I sneak a couple peaks at the white bred fresh meat.
"EJ?" A very sexy voice calls.
I turn and see her. My ex Roxanne. Damn, there was a time when I would absolutely anything for this girl.
She's a living goddess and she knows it too. Her short black skirt show off her incredible legs and tight top show of her small but perky breast. Once, I would have begged for her but that was before I found her in another guys bed or car – doesn't make a difference.
All I knew was the dude wasn't me.
"What Roxy?"
"Come'on EJ. Stop acting like that," she smiles, pushing me up against the wall. Her body flushed up against me.
It doesn't have the same effect it used to. What? Does she think I'll forget the past and take her back.
My past defines who I am and I'm not about to get played by some shorty that couldn't keep her legs closed for just me.
"Not now," I say pushing her away.
"Damn it," she scoffs, and stomp back a few steps. "Don't you get it, we're meant to be?"
"Yeah, I got that," I said through clenched teeth. "But you screwed up not me."
"Edward! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?"
I could see the tears forming pools in her eyes. I'm not a complete jerk, it hurts to see her hurt. Like it or not, the girl meant a lot to me. Even if she played me and she was drunk when she did it, doesn't change anything - she still did it. And it still hurt to catch her doing it.
I turned away, I couldn't see her cry. "Bye Roxanne."
The locker is clearing out by the time I get there, the period is almost over and I'm one of the last ones in there.
"I heard what you said to my girl," I hear someone growl, as my face is shoved against the lockers.
"Or really?" I hissed, fighting against this idiot's hold. "What the fuck did I say?"
"Something along the lines that if she ever needs a real man, you can offer your services."
Bella, Bella, Bella. It's the first day of school and that stupid bitch is already causing too many problems for me.
"Yeah I said that so? If she needs a real man she could come get at me. Looks like she'll need one if her man is some pussy ass bitch that won't show his face."
I knew that would make him let me go, sucker. I turned swiftly and upper cut him in the stomach, bitch was down for the count.
"Never and I repeat never, touch me again," I said, while he was hunched over his knees. "Unless you want something worse to happen next time."
The sound of the bell signaled the end of 5th period. I walked out the locker room leaving the block head jock writhing in pain. Technically I didn't start a fight, I just finished one.
The hallway was crowded with a sea of students all rushing to their next class. And I realized I didn't even know where the hell I was going. I pulled out the folded schedule out of my back pocket. AP Chemistry with Mrs. Platt-Cullen.
See, I told you I was smart.
I actually enjoyed writing a bad boy Edward.
Makes me wish one truly did exist lol
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