Hey everyone! Thanks for all the awesome reviews! (: I really do appreciate them. Oh and if I didn't mention it before this story was inspired by the song 'The Kiss' by Karmina, if you don't like that type of music (it's pop/rockish) just read the lyrics because I think they represent B/E relationship really well in this story. Anyway, the title of this chapter comes from a song by LCD Sound System. Read, review, and Enjoy!

New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down

I went back to doodling when I heard the chair next to me scrape againstthe faux tile floor. I didn't turn to look because I already new it was Edward and I didn't want to look at his too-damn-good-looking face.

"Sorry about her," Edward gestured towards Rosalie.

"Whatever," I replied not looking up at him. "I'm used to it by now."

"Oh," he answered.

It sounded like he was going to say something else, but he didn't. I guess he was turned off by attitude.

Oh well.

It was his fault I was in bad mood anyway.

Why did he have to show up here and be all gorgeous and stuff?

Gah.

Guys suck.

I was brought out of my melodramatic teenage girl musings when Mr. Masen walked in and started taking roll. After that he started prattling on about stuff from the syllabus and then we had to do this really stupid thing where we got up and said 3 things about ourselves. Which was really was stupid because hello, I've been going to school with these kids since Kindergarden. And a lot of them have known each other since Pre-K.

The first person to go was Mike Newton. I sighed, wondering what kind of dumb stuff he would say about himself.

"I'm Mike Newton. I'm 16," he paused scratching his head. "I'm from New York..."

Thank you, Captain Obvious.

"And..."

I just smoked pot in Central Park before school so I have no idea what thefuck I'm talking about.

"...I didn't want summer to be over."

Join the club, Pothead.

And then some other people when after Bob Marley, including some new chick who gave us her whole Goddamn life story as if we cared or something. Then McBitchy, a.k.a Rosalie went after her and then it was Edward's turn.

"Hey, I'm Edward Cullen. I'm 17. I just moved here from Chicago over the summer and I like listening to classic rock," he sat back down and the whispers started with the girls gushing talking about how he's 'sooo cute.'

Mr. Masen signaled for me to get up and do my thing. I sighed, "I'm Bella Swan. I'll be 17 in few days, and I'm a junior at Constance Billard."

Yeah, I decided to be a smart ass.

This whole thing was stupid, anyway.

"Thank you, Miss. Swan. Such riveting statements," Mr. Masen sarcastically said.

"I know, right?" I grinned.

"Sure, now you can go again for being a smart-alec," Mr. Masen said.

"But Carl--"

Mr. Masen cut me off, "Isabella."

I rolled my eyes.

Right.

I couldn't call him Carlisle in front of his students. You see, Mr. Masen or Carlisle as I liked to call him was friends with my father. They met in high school and have been friends since -- best friends.

"I'm Bella Swan, I'm 16 going on 17, and I love music," I gave Carlisle and sickengly sweet smile.

"Favorite type?" Carlisle asked.

"Rock."

"Favorite band?"

"Lots," I curtly replied.

"Hmm, never heard of that one. Care to elaborate?" Carlisle questioned.

"Care to go to the next person?" I snapped.

Carlisle chuckled, "If you so say, Miss. Swan."

I walked as fast as I could--without tripping--out of the school. And as I smelled the crisp air of New York City, I was jumping up and down inside. The school day was finally over.

No homework.

No teachers.

And no more 'richies'.

Well, until tomorrow.

But whatever. I won't let that get me down.

"Hey best friend!" I exclaimed as Jasper walked out of the building.

"Hey. Why are you so happy?"

"Are you accusing me of not being your daily ray of sunshine?" I asked in mock horror.

He laughed, "Maybe?"

I scoffed, "You are so not my best friend anymore."

"I found your Ten Years Gone record," he stated.

"You are so my best friend!" I smiled.

"I know, I know. I don't know why you love that song so much anyway, it's so sad."

"Yeah, but in like an awesome way."

"Sure," Jasper said.

"Whatever, Babe-I'm-Gonna-Leave-You-Boy."

"Hey! I thought we promised not to talk about how I like that song anymore."

"Whatever, dude," I laughed. "So how was your first day in purgatory?"

"It was lame," Jasper commented as we walked down the street, heading into the subway station.

"Anything interesting happen?"

"Uh...Mike Newton fell on his ass in gym, Tyler Crowley got caught smoking pot, and this new girl -- Tanya or something flashed us," Jasper grinned. "On second thought, today wasn't so bad afterall."

I coughed, "Pervert."

"What? I'm a guy and she had nice boobs. They were all round and--"

I cut him off, "--And that's too much information."

"Right," he answered. "So how was your day, dear?"

"Well, honey, it was just delightful," I sarcastically replied.

"Seriously?" Jasper asked, shocked as we entered the subway car.

"No," I deadpanned. "It sucked."

"Why?" Jasper asked.

"Because Carlisle made us do this really lame thing in Biology where we had to get up and say 3 things about ourselves."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"Yeah, it is bad. He gave me the freakin' Spanish Inquisition about what music I like. And remember that guy from the subway yesterday?"

"Yeah," Jasper nodded.

"Well, he goes to school with us now. His name's Edward or something and he's all BFF with Rosalie. And he's so annoying. You know he had the nerve to apoligize to me because Rosalie was being a bitch?"

"So?" Jasper asked. "Maybe he was just being nice."

"Oh my little grasshoper, you have so much to learn. Boys are only nice when they want to get into your pants."

"Are you implying that I wanna jump your bones?" Jasper chuckled.

"No!" I shoved him. "I meant boys like Edward. I mean you know how Jacob was, right?"

"Yeah. He was an ass," Jasper replied. "But, and I know this might be a little hard to imagine for your cynical, artistic mind, but maybe this Edward dude was trying to be nice."

"Right. And George Bush is a good president," I snorted.

Jasper rolled his eyes, "Whatever, Bells. But you gotta stop be so cynical about these people."

"I'll do my best," I fake-smiled.

"That's my girl," Jasper chirped as we got out of the subway.

"So are you coming over for dinner tonight?" I asked.

"Is the sky still blue?"

"Good point," I said. "So I guess I'll see you later. And don't forget me record."

"I won't. See you, Bells," Jasper replied as we parted ways.

I took out my iPod and blasted 'The Resolution' by Jack's Mannequin through the headphones since I was just walking by myself. I hummed along to the beat when I got this feeling that something or someone was following me.

Frak.

I looked back and I saw a long ass stretch limo following me.

Jacob fucking Black.

Damn stalker.

I took out my headphones and furiously knocked on the window as the limo came to a halt.

"Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I screeched when he opened the window.

"Whoa there, Bells, stop getting all fiesty. You're making my pants tight."

I glared at him, "Why are you stalking me?"
"I'm not stalking you," Jacob said. "You're not answering any of my calls, I'm begining to think you want me to leave you alone."

I rolled my eyes, "Maybe that's the point."

"Now, now, Bella. You know that's not true."

I scoffed, "The hell I don't know. What do you really want Jacob?"

"I just wanted to tell you that Rosalie and I are throwing a party this Friday..."

"You and Rosalie? I didn't know you two were BFF's."

"Well she needed someone else to help sponser it or whatever so I did."

"Awesome," I sarcastically replied. "Is that all?"

"I want you to come."

I busted out laughing, "You don't actually expect me to go?"

Silence.

"Oh. My. God. You do," I laughed. "Wow. I'm not going."

"I invited Jasper and Emmett."

"So? They won't go."

"Actually they will," Jacob grinned. "Emmett has to go, and Jasper is also coming because of some bet him and Emmett made."

"Whatever, I don't believe you," I huffed. "And annoying Rosalie won't want me to go. I don't like her, and she doesn't like me, so she won't even invite me, so ha."

"Actually, she said I could invite whoever I wanted."

"Whatever," I replied. "Are you done?"

"Yeah," Jacob replied. "Anything else bothering you?"
"Just you," I glared at him.

"Oh I love it when you're fiesty, Bella."

I stuck my hand through the window and pushed his head away, "Leave."

"If you say so," Jacob replied. "You know you want me, Bella!" Jacob shouted as the limo pulled away.

I just flicked him off.

Goddamn stalker.

I hope you liked it, I know it was kinda a filler and there wasn't too much B/E but it's setting up some things.
And I know I screwed up Carlisle last name, but already made Edward a Cullen and I couldn't just change it, so Carlisle is now a Masen.
And incase anyone was wondering about the songs J/B were talking about: Ten Years Gone and Babe, I'm Gonna Leave You are both awesome songs by Led Zeppelin.
Comments? Questions? Suggestions?

And in a review, can someone give me some 'party' or 'dance' song suggestions? I need it for the next chapter! Thanks (:

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