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Funny Little Feeling

"The first phase of Mitosis is Interphase which is a relatively short period of the cell cycle…" Carlisle droned on. Usually, Biology wasn't this boring because Carlisle usually made it interesting by cracking a joke here or there, but I guess there was nothing relatively funny about how cells divide in our body.

I sighed, this was unbelievably boring. "Bored?" My favorite lab partner asked.

"Mind-numbingly," I answered back, feeling a little awkward. We hadn't talked or spent much time together since my Girls Gone Wild moment in that V.I.P room at Bungalow 8.

After my 'birthday bash', Alice had invited me to spend the night at her house, and I quickly declined making up some excuse about how I errands to run in the morning. In all honesty, I had absolutely nothing to do that Sunday morning, but I couldn't bare to spend the night in the same apartment, much less a few rooms over from where Edward was sleeping and act like it was nothing.

It was definitely something. I just wasn't sure what yet.

On Sunday night, Alice and Jasper invited me to go to the movies with them, Emmett, and Edward and I lied again saying that I had homework to do.

Then today, in first period, we didn't have to do any partner activities, (thank the Man upstairs) since Mr. Debs lectured us about verbal and non verbal messages all class period. So all in all, I hadn't said a word to him since Saturday night. In fact, after my little moment as an aspiring stripper, I spent the rest of the night on the dance floor, pretending to dance with Alice.

"So what did--"

I cut him off, "Shh. I'm trying to pay attention." Liar, I thought to myself. Paying attention was the last thing I was doing, I just couldn't -- didn't want to talk to Edward.

"You're avoiding me," Edward stated.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You've been avoiding me ever since--"

"I am not avoiding you, there's nothing to avoid. You were never present in my life for me to avoid you."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Well, I can think of this one night I was present in your life," he paused, smirking. "You might remember it. You see, there was this really catchy song playing in the background and you got on my lap and you were--"

"Mr. Cullen, Miss. Swan, does what you two are discussing have something to do with chromosome and microtubules?"

"Actually, Mr. Masen, we were discussing cytoplasm," Edward said. He's an idiot. He decides this particular moment to be a smart ass when Carlisle was in the middle of lecture.

"That's nice, Mr. Cullen. I'll see you and your partner in crime after class," he smiled at us before turning his attention back to the PowerPoint he was presenting to us.

"Great job, asshat."

"Aw Bella, don't act like you're not excited to spend some extra time with me."

"I hate you," I said, going back to taking notes.

He scooted his seat over so he was right next to me. "You want me," he whispered in my ear. His breathe was hot on my ear and his voice sent shivers down my spine. I was losing control.

Again.

I shot my hand up in the air and practically screamed, "Can I use the bathroom?!"

Carlisle looked at me, puzzled, "Sure."

Snap out of it, Bella, I thought to myself as I ran to the bathroom. I probably looked like a freak in front of the whole entire class, but I didn't care. I need to calm down and forget all about Edward. But it was sort of hard, considering he looked extra sharp today in his khaki pants and navy blue blazer. And his hair was messier than usual which made him look even better.

In short, he looked so good today that I wanted to slap him.

And myself, for freaking out so much about him and this whole situation. Which really, wasn't a situation. Because if it was a situation, Edward and I would be something and we are nothing. I decided so a few seconds ago.

So there, I thought, walking back into the classroom where most of my classmates were doing their best to stay awake. I took my time walking back to my seat and just as I sat down, the bell rang.

I was about to book it when Carlisle voice stopped me. "And where do you think you're going?" He sounded like a parent. I wanted to say something witty and sarcastic, but I couldn't come up with anything. Instead, I walked back to my seat and sat down.

I looked at Carlisle, "Is this really necessary?" I asked. "I mean, Edward was the one blabbering and being rude. Not me."

"Right," Carlisle said. "Because you are the epitomy of the perfect student."

I beamed at him, though I knew he was being sarcastic. I wasn't exactly a bad student either, I always did my homework and did my best to pay attention in class, I just, well, had a big mouth -- I guess I needed a filter on that brain-mouth thing.

"So you're seriously giving me detention?" I sighed dramatically.

"Yes, I'm seriously giving you detention," Carlisle paused, "geez, when did you become such a drama queen, Bells?"

"I don't know, Carlisle, about 5 minutes ago when you gave me detention for no freakin' reason!"

"Watch your language," he scolded.

"Oh, don't get your boxers in a bunch, Daddy-O, it's not like I dropped the F-bomb," I snorted as Edward gave Carlisle and me the weirdest look, like, ever.

"What?" Carlisle and I said in unison.

"Nothing, it's just that, do you two know each other, um, personally?" he asked.

Oh. I guess he was a little freaked out by my 'boxer' comment. "Yeah," I answered. "Carlisle, um, Mr. Masen, is best friends with my Dad. I've known him since, like, before I was even born."

"I'm her God father," Carlisle added in.

"Oh, then I'm really sorry," Edward said.

Carlisle and Edward laughed while I rolled my eyes, "I'm glad you two think that's hilarious. But back to the point: I can't believe you're giving me detention!" I whined.

Carlisle rolled his eyes, "Quit whining."

"Whatever," I muttered as I got out my books. I might as well get some homework done while I'm stuck here. I just started my Trig homework when Carlisle cleared his throat in that way people clear their throats when they're interrupting so they can say something.

Edward and I both looked at Carlisle expectantly.

Carlisle looked back at us, "What were you two and a few of your other friends doing at Bungalow 8 on Saturday night?"

I think my face went completely white. I can't believe he saw us! I think I was as good as dead when Charlie found out. Besides the fact that I'd went to a club, underage, and the fact that I was drinking, he'd be even more upset that I'd betrayed his trust. He was gone for the weekend, working on a case and he'd left me by myself at the apartment because I'd begged him and told him I was responsible enough to stay at home alone for a weekend.

No, I thought, Charlie could not find out. He would be so angry with me and he'd think I'd broken his trust. So instead of admitting to anything, I did what any other teenager would do: deny it all till my face was blue.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "You must've been hittin' the sauce a little too much Carlisle, because that wasn't us."

Carlisle gave me a pointed look, "You were wearing a flowy-looking top and some shorts and you were wearing jeans and a black shirt," he said pointing to Edward.

Well, fuck. When did he get photographic memory?

Edward and I were both silent. "And you were stumbling when you were walking out of the club, were you drinking, Bella?"

I was going to come clean and tell him everything and beg him not to tell Charlie but instead Edward opened his mouth, "She was stumbling because she's the clumsiest person ever, Mr. Masen. You know Bella, she'd trip on the flattest surface ever. She wasn't drinking. None of us were."

Carlisle stared at him for a moment, "But that still doesn't explain why you guys were there."

Damn him and all of these questions. I think it's time for a little reverse psychology. "What were you doing there?"

Carlisle's face flushed. Ah ha! I got him. "I was having dinner. With a friend."

"A friend?" I asked. "Please tell me your 'friend' wasn't Sheila, because her boobs are almost as blown up as her over-the-top personality, I mean damn--"

"Bella!" Carlisle reprimanded. "It wasn't Sheila."

"Thank God!"

"But either way, it's none of your business and Sheila is--"

"Annoying, too damn bubbly, dull, an idiot, and --excuse my use of vulgar language -- a total skank." Carlisle gave me a shocked look. "No offense." Carlisle just stared at me. "Look, don't be offended. She was just in it for the looks and let's be honest, your wallet." Now, Edward and Carlisle were both staring at me. "Should I shut up now?"

They nodded. "Okay, shutting up."

"Well, before I was rudely interrupted," Carlisle gave me a pointed look, "I was asking you two what you were doing at a club, underage." Edward and I just stared at each other. "Bella, care to answer?"

"It was my birthday, which, Bee-Tee-Double U, Godfather, you did not call to wish me a happy day or anything--"

"Moot point," Carlisle said "You hate your birthday."

I rolled my eyes. Since when did he remember everything about everything? "Well, you still could've called…"

"And you could still get to the point."

"I already did," I said. "We went out for my birthday -- I didn't want to, though. It was all Jasper and Alice's idea. Go blame them."

"I'm not blaming anyone. I was just wondering what you were doing there since you told your father you were gonna have a quiet weekend in, and then you're out partying."

Great, he was gonna guilt trip me. "Don't make me feel guilty. I didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm not," he paused. "But yes, you did. You didn't tell him you were going out."

I was silent. I mean, I did feel sort of bad for not telling Charlie. But still. It wasn't that big of a deal. And I didn't want him to worry about me. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Well, what did you want her to do?" Edward spoke up. "Did you want her to tell her police officer that she was going out to a club, underage?"

I looked over at him, surprised. He was defending me.

"Well…" Carlisle drifted off. "You could've at least told me."

I sighed, "Sorry."

Carlisle just nodded. "And I won't tell Charlie."

I let out a breathe of relief, "Thanks." I began gathering my books and depositing them into my back pack.

"What do you think you're doing?" Carlisle asked.

"Well, I was about to finish putting my books in my backpack but you inter--"

He cut me off, "You still have detention."

"Caaaarliiiisleeee!" I whined.

"Stop whining," he replied. "Now get your books out and do something productive." He grabbed some papers. "Now, I need to go make some copies," he paused, looking at me, "don't even think about leaving."

I rolled my eyes, but did as I was told. I didn't want Carlisle to tell Charlie about my weekend fun. Instead, I turned toward Edward who was looking at me.

"'Thank you, Edward for saving my ass,'" he recited.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. I was holding my own."

"Sure," he snorted. "You did a great job with that guilty look on your face and the puppy dog eyes."

"Bite me."

"Delightf--"

I cut him off. "Don't even start," I paused, waving this week's worksheet from Mr. Debs's class, "let's get to work, partner."

He looked up at the ceiling, "Is the sky falling?" He teased. "Bella Swan wanting to do homework with, gasp, me?"

I sighed. "Shut up. Let's start." I flipped a page and started on question fifteen. "What was the best vacation you've been on?"

I thought he was gonna pause and think about it, considering he probably went on more vacations than anyone. He'd probably name some glamorous city like Paris or Rome and talk about how he hooked up European girls and how he had so much fun. I internally rolled my eyes at the thought.

But instead, he instantly answered the question. "Cape May, Massachusetts," he said as his eyes got this weird, shiny look in them. It's like he really meant it or something.

"Why?" I asked, compelled by the look in his eyes.

"It was the last real family vacation we took," he simply answered. "It was before my Dad hit the jackpot with the business and it was a blast. We swam everyday, barbequed almost every night, and it was just, so peaceful. There was this whole small town atmosphere, something I really enjoyed because I've lived in the big cities my whole life." He got that faraway look in his eye again. "It was perfect."

I silently nodded as he asked me what my favorite vacation was. "I don't have one."

"Seriously?"

"I'm totally serial," I answered. "I've only been to Washington a few times and I completely hated it. It was always rainy and boring." I looked back down at my paper. "What do you want your future occupation be?"

"To take over the business," he said as a flicker of regret flashed through his eye so fast that I almost missed it.

"Liar."

"Excuse me?" He asked.

"You're lying," I replied.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No. I'm. Not."

"Yes. You. Are," I stated. "And not just little-white-lying, you're like, big-fat-pants-on-fire-lying."

"You do realize that you talk like a five year old sometimes, right?"

"Question avoidance. You're totally lying," I said, ignoring his comment. "It clearly states on this sheet of paper that we should answer the questions honestly."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "It doesn't matter."

"What?" I asked, totally perplexed.

"Whatever I want to do with the rest of my life doesn't matter. I have to take over the family business--"

"Well, that's stupid."

"Thanks," he deadpanned.

"No really, it is," I said. "They don't just feed us that 'you are who you wanna be,' 'you can do anything you want to,' crap for fun."

"Sure they do," he replied. "They tell all of us that so we don't have low self-esteem and you know it. And some of that crap may apply to certain people. But for me, it doesn't."

I was still confused. "Explain," I simply said.

"I'm going to inherit part of the business when I turn 18," he said. "Whether I want to or not, I will own a piece of the company and therefore, I will have to work for the company."

"Like I said, that's stupid."

"No, that's life."

"You're an idiot," I said, suddenly frustrated.

"Aw, stop it you're makin' me blush," he sarcastically said. "You're quite the charmer."

"And you're quite the coward."

"Like, I said, stop it--"

I cut him off, "You know as much as I can't stand you, I respected you. I respected t the fact that you never really took my bullshit -- you gave it right back to me, unlike most people. But, now, this whole thing with your Dad," I shook my head. "Honestly Edward, grow a fucking pair."

He glared at me, obviously angry, "Why do you even care?" he hissed.

"I -- I, don't," I stuttered. "It's just that, you're one of those kids who can get anything they want, and yet you throw it all away because of some stupid inheritance."

He sighed, "It's not that simple."

"Well then, simplify it."

He rolled his eyes, "My Dad would be pissed."

"You know what that sounds like?" I asked. He gave me a prodding look, "A personal problem. Tell him to build a bridge and get the hell over it."

"Okay. I will do just that. 'Hey Dad, I want to go to med school, so screw you and your company that you wasted your whole life building because I want no part of it.'"

I ignored his sarcasm. "You want to go to med school?" I asked, a little shocked. He seemed like the type that would go to law school or something.

"Yeah."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Wow."

"What? I don't look I could be on Grey's Anatomy or anything?" he joked.

"No." He gave me a weird look. "I mean yes, you could totally be on Grey's -- probably screwing ever intern--"

He cut me off, "Not every intern, only some, geez, I don't want to be too slutty."

I laughed, "Sure. But seriously, I just thought you'd want to be like a lawyer or something."

"Nah, I like Biology," he replied.

"I know," I said. "You're pretty good at it in class."

"Aren't you glad I'm your lab partner?" He bumped knees with mine.

"Whatever," I replied, flustered by that weird feeling in my stomach again.

"It's okay, Bella, I know you're happy that I'm your lab partner," he grinned. "Our relationship is non-verbal."

I scoffed, "You're crazy."

"Only crazy about you," he winked.

That weird feeling in my stomach came back again. Go away, I thought. I knew he was joking about being crazy about me (I mean, of course he was, right?), but my body felt otherwise. And on top of the fact that my stomach was flipping like crazy, I felt my face get hot.

I blushed, "Shut up." I looked back down at my sheet, pretending to study the next few question when actually, I was just freaking out inside when thankfully, I heard footsteps.

I love you, Carlisle! I thought as Carlisle took a seat at his desk. "Is detention over?" I had a hopeful look on my face.

Carlisle sighed, "Sure."

Yes! I immediately grabbed my backpack, practically running out of the room and hallway. I was so lost in my own world that I didn't even hear the footsteps behind me.

"Bella!" I heard a voice say.

I turned around as Edward jogged up to me, "Yes?"

"Here," he handed me the packet from Mr. Debs's class. "You left it on the lab bench."

"Thanks," I replied, trying to pull the papers out of his hand, but he would let go.

"You know how you said that I was one of those kids who could have anything they wanted?" He asked.

I nodded.

"Well, that's not true," he paused. "I can think of one thing I can't have."

His eyes bore into mine and he looked so serious. For a second I felt like he was looking into my soul or something.

I couldn't deal with it.

I tugged on the papers, "See you later."

I walked away as quickly as possible because I couldn't deal with the thoughts floating around in my head and I was sick of that feeling in my stomach.

I spent the whole subway ride home analyzing everything that had happened that day with Edward. The whisper in my ear. The sarcasm. The jokes. And that funny little feeling in my stomach until it him me.

I had butterflies in my stomach.

For Edward.

I had butterflies in my stomach because of Edward Cullen.

FML.

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