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Mathematical Fact #3: Only 2% of you all are reviewing. What's wrong with the other 98%????

Moral Fact #1: It's rude to take and not to give.

Think about it.

This chapter is dedicated to the 5%, especially wallflowergirl1.

I love you guy's xx.

Also you may notice this chapter is on the lighter side; I couldn't stand staying so serious for one more chapter.

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"I have my ideas Emmett." I said to him.

"Well then, since I am a teacher, it'd be wrong of me to allow such behavior to take place in my classroom, so don't tell me your idea. Just do it, then only you will be punished." he said with a grin.

"Thanks Emmett, that makes me feel so much better." I said sarcastically.

"No problem." He said missing the sarcasm. "You do your thing and I'll do mine."

"What's your idea?" I eagerly asked.

"Can't tell."

"Why not?"

"You won't tell me yours."

"I'm not allowed to!"

"Ooh, wittle Belli-kins is chicken!" He cooed, making chicken noises, flapping his arms around the locker room.

"You're so immature!"

"Chicken!" He said loudly, flapping harder.

Someone cleared their throat from the entrance.

"Excuse me sir, we're ready to start the lesson." A girl from the class called.

"Err… well thank you Gem." He said horrified, as his arms flew to his sides. "Out!" He roared to the girl.

He ignored my snickers when he turned red.

He left the locker room, flustered, and allowed me the time to change into the too short pair of shorts (most likely they hadn't replaced their uniforms from sixty years ago).

I jogged out, completely comfortable that I finally would fit in (clothes wise), to the auditorium and met up with Sam.

"Oh my God! What did he do?" She cried.

"Nothing, nothing. You're right he is quite a softy." I said and smiled to myself.

"Why are you smiling?" She pried.

"No reason." I said and returned to my thoughts on getting back at Edward.

"Oh my God!" She squealed.

Really Loud.

"What?!" I said startled.

"Did you get it on with the coach?" She said eyes wide, bright, and amazed.

"WHAT! EW! No Sam. Definitely not."

"What's with that look then? You had the same look on the face after you came back from being with David." She continued.

I highly doubted I looked pleased after my …incident with David.

"What do you mean?" I responded, playing dumb and bent down to touch my toes, stretching for the lesson.

Sam lunged forward, stretching her claves.

"In the bathrooms, you were all over him. I accidentally walked in and caught you both at it. Sorry." She shrugged. "Was he any good?" She asked as if it were the most appropriate question in the world to ask a person you just met.

I stared at her in awe as I stood up from the toe-touching position.

But I didn't have time to respond to her discovery since I had to leap out of the way to avoid being crushed by two boys who'd started lashing out at each other, fists and all.

"Nice reflexes." Sam breathed as she rushed over to me.

Since I'd been a vampire I had amazing reflexes which had decreased my clumsiness by at least ninety percent.

In my defense, the other ten percent cannot be helped since I am still Bella.

I ignored Sam's compliment and watched the fight in awe.

As soon as I saw who was involved, I knew automatically who would win.

The bronze haired one.

Edward and another boy, I had not learnt his name yet, were now on the ground pounding the living daylights out of each other.

Edward must have been going easy on him since he wasn't unconscious yet.

If this were sixty years ago the entire class would have crowded around the brawl and egged them on.

However due to the physical peace and harmony morals in today's society, violence was looked down upon.

Think of it like owning a walkman when everyone else has an IPod.

So old.

"Edward stop!" I shouted at him. "What's wrong with you?"

At the sound of my voice, something clicked and he picked himself up, stepping away from the boy.

"Jeez man, lay off me!" His opposition said defensively.

"BOYS!" Emmett yelled at them both. "DETENTION."

"Bella, he was looking at you." He whispered anxiously in my ear.

"So…" I said baffled and furious with him due to his relationship with Beth and the fight he'd just started.

"While you were bending over." He said even lower. "His thoughts weren't too pleasant either."

If I were human right now, I'd be cherry tomato red.

I scanned my eyes over him, embarrassed and noticed he too was wearing the uniform. The blue really brought out his topaz eyes.

Topaz…

But what if this was a stunt?

What if he really did want Beth over me?

"Get away from me." I said choked by tears.

"No Bella, love, please you don't understand." He pleaded.

"Cullen!" Emmett shouted, cap still lowered over his eyes. "Get away from Swan!"

Edward ignored Emmett, not taking his eyes off of me.

I averted my gaze from his; I didn't want him to see me crying.

"CULLEN!" Emmett roared, but Edward was still being disobedient.

"Since Mr. Cullen is ignoring me class, let's get on with our lesson. Today we shall be studying mediation. I want you all to close your eyes, sit on the floor, get into position and breathe deeply." Emmett instructed.

I had a sneaky suspicion he was going somewhere with this, so I obeyed and turned away from Edward.

Due to my vampirism I could manage the difficult leg fold faster than everyone else.

"Now, in your heads, repeat the following song over again. I know a song that will get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves, I know a song that will get on your nerves and it goes like this."

"Is he joking?" Sam leaned over to me and whispered from her position as she struggled to get one leg down from above her head.

"AVERY!" Mediation is the art of the silent." Emmett shouted to Sam.

"Yes Sir!" She said quickly and stuffed her leg down to her lap, disregarding the correct position.

I couldn't resist temptation and glanced over to Edward.

A mixture of horror and confusion could be read on his face.

I flashed him a mischievous grin and threw my hair back.

I know a song… I thought especially loud and let down my guard.

"Edward Cullen." Emmett called from the front. He too was in the mediation position.

"I see you've failed getting into the correct position. I'm sure Miss Swan won't mind helping you get into a position she sees fitting, after all she's seemed to perfect it." He said.

Giggles escaped from the students whose eyes were closed.

My eyes sprung open to shoot a deadly glare at Emmett.

In return he sent me a goofy grin and an obvious wink.

Edward spun around to take a closer look at Coach Samuels and gasped when he realized that it was only an alias.

"YOU!" He said in a voice that could have been mistaken from the movie The Grudge.

Emmett winked at him too.

"Double detention Mr. Cullen." He grinned.

Edward opened and closed his mouth several times looking for the right words. In the end he gave up and released a sigh.

"Well, Miss Swan, are you going to lend me your assistance." Edward said.

I looked back at Emmett annoyed but he jerked his head towards Edward.

Emmett just earned a place on my hate list.

Ok, was my last message sounding a bit greedy?

Well I was angry.

So I blame 95% of you.

I've got chapter 10 ready, and all need to do is click the update button.

I'm using it as bait.

I won't click update unless I get 15 reviews for this chapter.

HA!

Storyteller xx