Chapter 12: Shawty Like a Melody In My Head

PREVIOUSLY...

"Yea, I know!" I screamed jumping up from my seat so quickly the desk tipped over and crashed to the ground. The noise made both of us flinch, but I ran after him. "You've never done shit! You left me in the wake of a storm and you never gave a fucking shit!"

I was full out screaming. I was five feet away from him as he stopped at the door and spun around.

"You don't know anything, Bella! You don't know a goddamn storm if it hit you in the fucking face! You've got a perfect life with Charlie and the rest of your family, so don't tell me about a storm!''

"I hate you." I answered, heading for the door. It took him only a moment to catch up with me.

"Well, I was going to say the same, but I'm quite fascinated by you." He answered as he kept pace with me out to the parking lot.

Edward's POV:

I couldn't believe I was doing this.

A lot of things had happened today. Swan broke some of my CD's, Rosalie and I strangled her, Whitlock framed Rosalie for buying drugs, we received a harsh punishment for the fight yesterday, Swan cussed out the Principle, Swan beat the shit out of Newton with a bookcase, and now Whitlock and Swan had detention.

Yup, just an ordinary day.

No matter how good of a liar someone can be, they can't even try to deceive me that it was an ordinary day. But my mind kept circling over and over, and coming back to one thing...

Swan.

She was a mystery to me. She was crazy, insane, she was psycho! But she truly was different. She had rejected me. She had rejected me. Every time that sentence played through my mind, I grew angrier and angrier. But with that anger I also became more determined. I wanted her probably more than any girl I've ever wanted.

I couldn't believe I was saying it.

It's not like I cared about her. I just wanted to have my way with her in bed and be gone. That sounded bad, but what else was I suppose to say? That's how I felt. It was all confusing—I hated Swan, but at the same time I wanted her sexually. She wasn't somebody I would look at twice. She wasn't somebody I would ever admit to liking, only wasting. She wasn't somebody I cared about.

But she interested me.

Before I knew what I was doing, I had my car keys in hand and was running down the stairs, taking the steps three at a time. I didn't know where I was going until I drove through town, and took a right down the dark, old road towards the school. It was dark, after all. Why wasn't she back at the house yet?

Not that it mattered much, I just couldn't take the anticipation of yet another rejection any longer.

I parked the Volvo and got out, and started making my way across the parking lot. The air was cold, damp, and the concrete smelt of new fallen rain. My shoes scuffed the ground as I walked up the stairs, about to enter the building, when suddenly the door flew open, and out stormed a furious, yet flustered Whitlock.

He didn't see me, so we collided and he staggered a few steps backward.

"Watch it!" he yelled, glaring at me. I clenched my fist and fought the urge to role my eyes at this pot-head of a moron.

"Where's Swan?" I asked uncaringly, staring anywhere but at him.

"I don't give a fuck." He sneered, and stormed down the steps hastily. His posture was stiff and irritated as he walked away. I groaned before swinging the front door open and walking into the dark hallways of the school. Seriously, that fool was such a waste of sperm.

How the hell was I suppose to find her in this place?

Why the hell was I going to find her? What was I going to do when I did? Drag her into a room and rape her? The scared look on her face, her tiny, shaking frame...

I shuddered. I couldn't imagine doing that to someone. Even someone as crazy, pig-headed, rude...and utterly tempting as Swan. Damn, what the hell was my problem? I hated this girl. In fact, I didn't even know who she was until the other day...

Wait, is she new? She must be new. I had never even seen her a day in my life before the other day.

I sighed and slapped my hand over my forehead, leaning against a locker. This was all so confusing. Did I hate her? No, I suppose not. Maybe I did? Maybe I strongly disliked her...yes, that's it. Was I fascinated by her? Most definitely. I had never seen anyone handle themselves the way she does. She stands her ground in a passionate way, and she's not afraid to put someone in their place. She doesn't surround herself with friends. She stares at the ground when she walks. She doesn't hold a glance with you for very long.

One thing I couldn't get out of my mind was her strange behavior...I couldn't understand her actions. She pushed me away when I touched her. She beat the crap out of Newton with a bookshelf when he grabbed her. She didn't like contact, I suppose.

I was woken from my thoughts as I heard the crash of a locker from down the hall. Everything was quiet, but I tried peering into the darkness to see if it was her. But there was nothing down there. Then, from the opposite direction, another locker slammed shut, and I heard footsteps running. It must be Swan.

I started walking towards the exit of the school. I didn't run, although I was faintly curious why she was running. I picked up my speed a bit as I quietly made my way down the hallway. I was coming down a side hallway when I saw the exit, and I heard her footsteps coming closer. My breathing was quieted as walked out from behind the corner, and she collided with me, head on.

I staggered back a bit, holding my arms around her as to not let her fall. She let out a shriek, causing me to flinch. Woa, what the hell?

"LET GO!" she screamed. "NO NO NO! LET ME...FUCKING...GO!" she screamed as she put up a fight, kicking and clawing at me.

"Swan!" I yelled. She froze, before opening her eyes to look at me.

"Cullen?" she stared at me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I'm not quite sure myself, I wanted to reply. But I really didn't want to look like a stalker. At the same time we noticed that she was still tucked neatly into ,y arms, and I could feel her heartbeat against my chest, and a soft, warm vibe coming from her skin. I quickly jumped away at the same time she shrugged me off, and she started picking up her papers and books that had fallen to the floor upon impact. Aww, now I'm not touching her…

Grudgingly, I bent down and started helping her, wishing I could still touch her.

"Well, I came back because it was after dark, and you couldn't possibly find the turn off back to the house by yourself." I spat as I handed her the papers. She stared at me in what seemed like confusion, before she ripped the papers out of my hand hastily and stood up.

"Well, since you've obviously made it clear of my lack of ability to navigate my way back to the house of horrors, time for question number two: what the hell were you doing chasing me around school like a blood-crazed psychotic killer straight out of Stephen King novels?"

"What the hell were you doing screaming like a banshee and kicking the crap out of me?" I replied smoothly, leaning against the lockers. She narrowed my eyes at me. I didn't understand what she was talking about, though. I wasn't chasing her. And when I was walking I was completely silent.

"You scared the crap outta me." She answered, her expression turning slightly pouty without her even noticing. A faint tint of red crept up her cheeks as she looked away. I smirked.

"What did you think was chasing you? A half-dead, zombie man with razorblades for fingers?" I said smirking. She looked away from me as her cheeks heated with a darker blush. I chuckled. Her eyes snapped back up to meet mine, with a new hard edge of frustration in them.

"Well, what I got was not far off." She snapped. I exploded into laughter. She glared at me with everything she had. I caught my breath and smiled.

"Oh, soften up, Swan. You could put kittens to shame with that glare." I was still smirking.

"I hate you." she answered, heading for the door. On the contrary, Little One. I quickly caught up with her.

"Well, I was going to say the same, but I'm quite fascinated by you." I answered as I kept pace with her out to the parking lot.

"HA! Yea right, Cullen." she declared as she stopped next to her Mustang. I had to admit, it was a nice car. Although I refused to get sidetracked right at this moment. Although my mind was elsewhere...

"Really, Swan. I could show you a good time." I said, turning on the charm. I always used this on women. I had never been rejected when I used this look and tone of voice. She stared up at me with a dazed look. It was only a matter of seconds that she would cave.

3...

I moved a little closer.

2...

I looked up at her from under my lashes.

1...

She turned away.

She...she just rejected my look. No one ever rejects my look.

"That only good time you can show me is if you leave." She answered, returning a smirk.

"You'll see." I said, lightly touching the top of her arm. As quick as lightning, she brought her leg up and kicked me right in the stomach. She kicked hard.

"What the hell!" I choked out, backing away.

"Just show me back to the house, idiot." she said, opening her car door.

"I hate you!" I yelled

"I hate you too." She answered.

"Why are you so stubborn, Swan?" I asked through my frustration. She stood there for a moment, before turning around to look me straight in the eye.

"Because, all you are is a little player. Therefore, you hold no significance to me, whatsoever. You change, then maybe we'll talk." She said with the most sincerity I had ever heard from her. With that, she smoothly slid into the driver's seat of her car. I still stood there next to my Volvo, no doubt looking like an idiot as I thought over what she had said in confusion.

There was nothing wrong with me. I dated women, it was what I did best. What's so wrong about that? They loved it. They loved the things I could do to them, offer them...why was this girl so different?

She pulled her car up next to me and rolled down her window.

"By the way...my name's Bella." She said, before she hit the gas and exited the parking lot. I stood there for a moment in the cold of night, just letting my breath fog out in front of me. Then, I silently slid into the driver's seat of my Volvo, and just sat there in complete confusion. She didn't want any of the other things the other girls wanted. She didn't want me to offer her things. She was stubborn. She had rejected me. She was a mystery to me. She had a blush that could go on for days. She had dark brown, scene hair. She had the most astonishing wide, wondering brown eyes.

Bella. Her name was Bella.