Hey! Sorry for not updating in like a million freakin' years. I'm pretty ashamed of it, actually. Sorry I suck so much. Feel free to yell at me :) Anyway, glad you guys liked the last chapter and thanks for all the support via reviews and PM's.

Loser's Luck

I threw my hair into a messy bun as I hastily got ready for school and decided that this was as good as it was gonna get today. Fuck it. Why were these people so special that I had to impress them? Answer: they weren't special at all. In fact, they were all just greedy snobs who want to destroy the lives of middle class America. Okay, okay, maybe that was a little too dramatic. But the point is, I'm still pissed off as hell at Edward Cullen Junior and Senior.

"Hi Dad!" I paused, grabbing a bagel from the counter, "Bye Dad!" I exclaimed, as I ran through the apartment like a mad woman. Jasper and I would both be late if I didn't hurry up.

Charlie chuckled, "Bye Bells! Have a good day."

"You too!" I sing-songed back as I looked for the letter from Cullen Industries and grabbed it.

I re-read the letter and got more pissed off by the second as the elevator pinged each time it went down another floor.

We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause. My ass. They don't care. They're just some corporate, money-making, screw-over-the-middle-class-aking, big business machine. Ugh.

They make me sick, I thought as I made it out of my apartment building and out onto the sidewalk where Jasper was waiting.

"Read this," I thrust the letter at him.

"Oh-kay..." he gave me a weird look, but started reading anyway.

We walked in silence to the subway as he read the letter. "It sucks," he said in a 'whatever' tone, handing the letter back to me.

Now, that really pissed me off. I'm not really a protestor or activist or anything really, but this whole situation just made me mad. And the fact that Jasper was acting so passive about it infuriated me even more.

"It just sucks?" I questioned. "Nothing else?"

"Um, no?" He answered as the subway began moving.

I rolled my eyes, "So you just don't care that both of our apartment buildings and your Mom's art studio are both gonna be torn down just to make some other stupid building for some piece-of-shit-magazine that no one will bother to read?!" I snapped. "Gee, Jasper I just wish I was on whatever you were on right now so I could so mellow about this."

"I am mad about it, Bella. But there's nothing we can do about it."

"Sure there is, we can petition, we can send letters to the Mayor, we can protest, we can do so many things to prevent this from happening."

"It's not gonna change anything."

"How do you know?" I asked, as we got out of the subway and started walking up the steps out of the station.

"Because it's an issue of eminent domain and frankly my dear, Cullen Industries doesn't give a damn that we'll be apartment-less."

I scoffed, "Quit being so rational about this..."

Jasper snorted and gave me a pointed look as we took our last steps to school.

"...We have to fight against The Man for the good of the people."

Jasper laughed, "You sound like we're fighting for like world peace or something."

"We are!" I exclaimed in a 'duh' tone as we walked up the stairs to Constance Billard when a pixie-looking girl, I recognized to be Alice, ran up to us.

"Hey Jasper!" she smiled, "Hi Bella."

"Hi," I curtly replied, scrunching up letter my hands.

"Hey Alice," Jasper replied, smiling back as they started up a conversation about Friday night.

I rolled my eyes, "Anyway..."

Jasper gave me a pointed look, while Alice kept talking, "So Friday was pretty fun..."

"It was, who knew a short girl like you had so much energy?" Jasper chuckled, Alice giggled. I internally rolled my eyes. They continued talking, laughing, a shamelessly flirting, while I stood there getting more pissed off by the minute.

"So Bella, did you have fun on Friday?" Alice asked.

I thought back to Friday night. Jasper's tie mishap. Fun. Getting to the party with a limo. Semi-fun. Jacob stalking me. Not fun. Jacob getting all pissed off because I was dancing with Edward. Super fun! Playing the radio game. Fun. Finding out that I was going to be homeless very soon. Not fucking fun at all.

"It was alright," I replied as nicely as I could when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was Edward.

"Hey," he said.

I ignored him. No more Mrs. Nice-Bella.

"Hey," he repeated while I just glared at him.

"What's with the pissy look?"

"What's with your Dad making me homeless in the near future?!"

"What?" Edward asked, confused.

"Oh, I see, now you're acting dumber than you actually are!" I exclaimed, throwing the letter at him.

He looked at it for a little bit, "Bella, I--"

"You knew!" I exclaimed. "You fucking knew. And you didn't say a damn word. That's why you were being all weird when you dropped me off at my house..."

Edward abruptly paused. "This is where you live?" His voice was laced with some weird tone, it sounded like disbelief or something.

"Yeah," I replied a little ruder that I'd intended. "Problem?"

"No, I was just asking, I thought that with Brooklyn Heights being so close to Williamsburg that the apartments would look different, that's all."

"Oh," I said in a remorseful tone. "Sorry. I'll retract the claws. I didn't mean to get all attitude-ish with you, it's just, I'm so used to people always ragging on where I live, so I feel a need to protect it, you know?"

"Yeah..." he wistfully replied.

"And I actually gave you a chance to prove not all of you are the same, but of course, you are!"

"I swear, I didn't know until you showed me your--"

"Piss off, Cullen," I hissed.

"C'mon, Jasper," I turned toward where him and Alice were standing. They clearly saw and heard the whole exchange along with half of the people standing on the steps of Constance. "Let's go."

"Well, actually, I was gonna go to the Art room before first period so that Alice could show me this painting she was working on."
I really could not freaking believe this was happening. My best friend, Jasper -- Jasper from fucking Brooklyn was falling for Upper East Side Pixie! No wonder he didn't care about the fact that we'd be homeless, because of Pixie and her family because he was too worried about jumping Fun Sized's bones!

"One night with Litte Miss. Lepuchaun and you're already picking her side?!"

"What the hell is your problem?!" Jasper questioned.

"My problem?!" I questioned. "My problem is that you don't seem to be giving a fuck about our pending homeless-ness! And you also don't seem to care that Dwarf and Fuckhead's Dad is the one taking everything away from us! All you care about is getting in her size zero pants! Think with your size two brain instead of your one inch dick!" I yelled.

"Bella--"

"You know what? Don't. Just fucking don't!" I huffed, stalking off to my first period class.

I sat in my first period Interpersonal Communications class pissed off as hell at the Cullens, Jasper, and the whole fucking world as my day got even worse. Edward Cullen walked into the room handing Mr. Debs a green pass which usually meant one thing: class transfer. Ugh. And just my luck, the only seat available was behind me. God, why did my life suck so much? I bet this was all Little Miss. Lepurchaun's doing -- giving me bad luck and all that.

I glowered at him as he walked past, while next to me Tanya whispered to her friend about how she would give her favorite Chanel dress just to "get a ride on Cullen." Whore, I thought rolling my eyes as Mr. Debs began talking.

"Welcome to Interpersonal Communications. Now I know you haven't done much all last week since I wasn't here. But now I'm here and I hope you're ready for the work to begin..." Mr. Debs drifted off as he took attendance. "Take out a sheet of paper, and answer these 3 questions about me."

1. How old am I?
2. What part of the city do I live in?
3. Am I married?

What? I thought. How the hell am I supposed to know? I looked over to the girl next to me and she looked just as confused as I was. So I just started guessing the answers.

"Everyone done?" Mr. Debs asked. "Good. Welcome to Interpersonal Communications class. Now, I'm sure that you're all wondering why I made you answer these questions when you know pretty much nothing about me."

We all nodded.

"Well, we're going to be learning a lot about perceptions and judgments this semester. Some of your answers may be right and some of them may be wrong. That doesn't matter. The point is that all of your answers are not really based on me as a person. They are based on your initial perceptions and thoughts about me as you entered the classroom."

"This is also not the last time you'll be doing a project like this. In fact, it's all you'll be doing for most of the semester. Now, I've paired you all up randomly. You'll move to sit next to each other and do another one of these sheets," Mr. Debs explained. "So let's get you all paired up."

"Tanya Denali and Steve Wilson...Tim Peterson and Amy Dessen...Lauren Mallory and Tyler Hanson...Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen...Rick Eastern and Ty Hansbourough..."

"What?!" I exclaimed after Mr. Debs was done reading the names. "I can't be partners with him, Mr. Debs."

"And why is that..." Mr. Debs drifted off looking down at the seating chart, "...Isabella?"

"It's Bella," I paused, "And I can't work with him because I absolutely hate him."

"Do you even know him, Bella?" Mr. Debs asked, "because I believe he's new to this school."

"Yes, I do. And he's a jerk!"

"Well, it's a good thing this class is about perceptions then, huh? Because maybe, Mr. --"

"Cullen," Edward finished for him.

"Ah, Mr. Cullen might just change your mind."

"I doubt it," I deadpanned. "Can I please just switch with someone else? I bet Tanya is willing to trade..."

"I am!" Tanya smiled. "If Bella isn't willing to be partners with Edward, I sure am."

"Can we trade?"

"No," Mr. Debs said.

"But--"

"No buts," he said, handing me a sheet, "now get to work."

"Now, this person is going to be your permanent partner for the rest of the semester. Each week you will be doing different activities to get to know the other better or figure out problems. Most of these assignments can and will be done outside of class, and you'll turn them in every Friday.

"You have the whole week to complete them. Today, you'll be doing this first one in class to get a feel for it. At the end of the semester, you'll be writing a paper about what you've learned and how you've interacted with your partner." He then issued a few more instructions before giving us time to work.

Permanent partners?! Every Friday?! Outside of class?! I hate my life.

So I hope you liked it. I know Bella was super-bitchy in this one but I was in a real shitty mood when I was writing it. So good news for you guys! -- I was grounded for missing curfew. Which means I can't do anything for a month. Which means all I can do is write and watch March Madness. Woo hoo!

P.S. I have nothing against short people or anything lol. I just called Alice a Lepuchaun because St. Pat's day is coming up!

The title of this chapter comes from a band's name.

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