So guys, I'll be updating less frequently now (duh) since I'm probably going overseas for a couple of weeks in June. Yes, it's going to be boring. My mum insists I go. I don't want to. We're going to Thailand and I've been there for oh, a gazillion times. My dear mummy's Thai, see. I'm sick of distant saying oh what a big girl I am and oh how tall I am. Trust me, I've heard it a million times already. Anyway, here's the story. Just for kicks, try reading this with a poker face.

The Hundred Thousand Dollar Girl

Edward

Tuesday

"Ten bucks," Jessica Stanley said, sniggering. I rolled my eyes. If Jessica believed that exquisite brand of female was worth ten bucks, she was in for a big surprise. She was worth more than Carlisle's fat bank account.

"Twenty," Lauren chimed in, giggling. Bella rolled her eyes at them, hands on her hips.

"A hundred dollars," Mike said, sounding somewhat pleased.

"Two hundred."

I heard my own voice speak out, and blinked. Emmett was grinning at me, looking too knowing for my taste. I sighed. I was not going to hear the end of this when I got home. Emmett would bring the roof down.

"Two fifty," Tyler said loudly. I frowned. This was going too slowly.

"Five hundred," I called.

"One thousand," Mike said triumphantly. Come on. Jasper bid fifteen thousand for Alice. Whatever gave him the idea I was broke?

"Ten thousand," I said lazily, smiling at Bella's indignant expression. Clearly she thought female auctions were somewhat distasteful.

"Eleven thousand," Tyler said, staring at me. Mike had apparently dropped out, seeing the numbers had gone too large for his liking. I stifled a laugh. Poor Mikey's broke. Better go home crying to his papa that he lost to big bad Cullen in an auction.

"Fifteen thousand," I shouted, starting to feel a little anxious. If this got much higher Carlisle was going to kill me.

"Twenty thousand," cried some guy at the back called Francis. A nerd with cash to spare. Fantastic.

"Twenty one thousand!" I shouted, now panicked. Bella looked furious.

"Fifty thousand dollars!" Francis shouted triumphantly. I paused. How much could I afford? As far as I knew I only had fifty five thousand in my bank account, courtesy to extremely high interest. The whole hall was stirring now, everyone whispering at how high the dollar amounts had gotten. Even the teachers looked shocked.

Emmett nudged me, smiling.

"I'll loan you," he whispered.

"Going once…"

"Me, too," Jasper hissed.

"Going twice…"

"A hundred thousand dollars!" I yelled quickly. Emmett grinned, leaning back.

"Atta boy, Eddie," he whispered. I smiled at him thankfully, waiting on tenterhooks to see if Francis would try to top that offer. If he did, I had regretted to say that I would drop out. Bella Swan was worth a hundred thousand, but my life was priceless. If I loaned any more Carlisle would kill me.

There wasn't a sound. I turned to look. Francis was slumped down on his chair, looking resigned. I grinned.

"Sold!" the principle cried, banging on the podium. I laughed softly. Bella walked down from the stage, looking boiling mad. Huh. The girl looked fit to kill. Hopefully it wouldn't be my life on the line.

"Guess we're on a date, then," I said cheerfully, hopping up and walking to her after the principle dismissed us. She glared at me.

"Edward Cullen, I sincerely hope your teeth fall out one by one and your toenails get pulled out with tweezers," she fumed. "How could you spend that much on me?"

"Easy," I said, shrugging. "I just did."

She stomped on my foot, hard, and I winced. Ouch. That girl was feisty. More so than those blonde chicks on Sex and the City-esque shows where brainless-looking girls act all macho and feminist before sleeping with the guy, or act wimpy and distressed and then sleep with the guy. I hoped she was neither. Though I wouldn't mind sleeping with her…

"A hundred thousand dollars," she said, still steaming mad, pulling my mind out of the gutter. "A hundred thousand dollars. Do you have any idea how many people could be rescued from poverty with that much money?"

So she was a humanitarian as well. Cute. "Yeah, but rescuing people from poverty won't score me a hot date with a chick destined to be on Maxim's top 100 hottest girls, will it?" I asked, winking. She reddened adorably.

"You are a –" she began to say furiously.

"A incredibly hot player who happens to be rich and spent a tenth of a million bucks on an equally gorgeous girl," I interrupted, smirking. "I get it all the time, no worries."

"Actually, I was going to say egoistical and mindless, but the player part works well enough," she shot back.

"Ouch," I said in mock hurt. "Take that back."

"Nope," she said, trying not to smile now.

"Okay then," I said, smiling. "Then I'll just have to tell everybody you consider me hot and have fallen for me with all your heart and soul."

"I never said that!" she protested.

"You said you agreed with the player part," I pointed out. "And the word player is preceded by the word hot. Hence, I can infer that you consider me a player and therefore, I am hot."

She started laughing. "And the latter part?" she countered. "Have I happened to say anything that misled you? Wouldn't want to break your itty bitty heart, you know."

"Oh, that part should come around soon enough," I said, smirking.

"Key word being should," she retorted. "Don't bet on it."

She turned and walked off, her hips sashaying slightly. I watched her hair bounce ever so slightly. "I can wait!" I called out after her. I vaguely heard her laugh.

I can wait. I can wait forever for her.