And I woke up with that stupid smile still on my face.

It seemed that my good mood had even washed off on Charlie too; he woke up whistling in the kitchen as I heard him make his coffee and breakfast.

As I skipped (yes, I skipped) over to my closet, I went over a little check list in my head…but it was more of a remember list. One, drive myself to school. Two, thank the greatest friends ever. Three, have a nice day in detention. Oh and four, I guess check on Edward. I would. And I would need to thank his sister.

As I thought, I riffled through my closet and found a cute plaid skirt, a black and white striped tank top, and some low heeled shoes. Hey, if I was going to detention I was going to do it in style. And I would show that blonde bitch that this shit really didn't bother me.

I dressed quickly and did my make- up and hair. I looked good, not gonna lie. I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. Charlie was just about to leave.

"Why so dressed up, Bells?" he asked as he shrugged on his jacket.

I shrugged, "I don't know. Felt like it." He smiled at me then kissed my forehead and said goodbye. I followed him out the door and gave him a wave as he pulled out onto the road, going to opposite way I was going and was gone from sight.

The ride to school was quiet; the sky was clear but still its usual constant gray. I thought about what I would have to do in In School Suspension…most likely just meaningless papers (what I like to call Substitute Work) then sit in a dusty silence and "Think about what I've done". I would just like to let everyone know that detention and suspensions do not work, seriously. I had it maybe once or twice back in Phoenix and I learned nothing from it. I think I got a full day of detention because the librarian had heard me say "I fucking hate this shit" (it was about some book we were reading, a book we had to read that we didn't get to pick) and she made write a full page-back and front-on why swearing is bad and why I shouldn't do it. And then the next day I went into the library and said fuck again; but removed myself from her hearing range. In conclusion, that shit does nothing.

I shook my head of my past discipline records and pulled into school. I parked, spotting my group of wonderful friends clustered together by their cars. I got out and hurried to them-they all spotted me at once by the sound of my rusty truck door slamming which was then followed by a chorus of "Bella!" and I walked toward them with a smile on my face.

The first thing I said to them was, "I fucking love you guys" and got hugged by Jessica. Then Mike was next, giving me a strangle smile, I guess he was taking what I said in different context. And then Angela was all smiles too. My little group.

"You look awesome, Bella," Jessica said as she ruffled my skirt.

I laughed, "If I'm going to detention, I'm gonna look good."

"You look great. Do you know if you'll get out for lunch?" Angela asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I hope."

Jessica started to say something but stopped…looked past my shoulder and smiled at me. Her eyes wide with excitement.

"Bella," she said in that sing-song voice that was really getting on my nervous lately, but when I heard it I knew what was happening. Edward was in the vicinity. "Ed-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I interrupted and turned around.

He was standing-leaning-against his car. Facing my direction. His arms crossed over his chest. When I looked at him, he smiled and gestured with his finger for me to "Come Hither". At first I was put off at the gesture: I'm not his little call girl, just come when I'm called, always waiting for whatever new command he was going to give me. So I flipped him off-but he just smiled and raised an eyebrow at me, this time beckoning me with a turn off his head. I sighed and complied.

I ventured from the safety my group and traveled across the moist pavement towards him. My heels clicking! and sloshing! the whole way.

"They treat you like royalty," he remarked as I stood in front of him with my hands on my hips.

I rolled my eyes. "I am fucking royalty, babe." He laughed. I realized in that instant that I liked to see him laugh…it was like so-what's the word? Natural, natural on him. But, just ask quick as the laugh happened, it was gone and Mr. Serious was back.

"I need to apologize for leaving you yesterday. I got…very sick and needed to leave. I'm sorry."

I shrugged. "It's okay, your sister was nice."

He let it get quiet for a moment between us before saying, "Would you like to know the real reason I left?"

I started to say something but then bit my lip. I hadn't thought about it too much but now, that he had implanted the thought in my head, I thought. I slapped something together in my head quickly: blood, because he's…a…doesn't like it.

"I suspect you already know why?" he assumed.

"I think I might."

"I can't tell if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

I shrugged. I really didn't like the way this conversation was going, I didn't want to talk about Edward's little "thing" (I mentally laughed, I couldn't help it, but I seriously wasn't talking about Edward in that sense)…about his little "abnormality". It was just awkward to even think about. So I changed the subject.

"Thanks for telling me about that video," I said with a smile. He nodded in a "Your Welcome" gesture.

"Thought you would like it." Just as I was going to say something else the bell rang for first period. "Can I walk you to detention?" he asked holding out a hand to me.

I looked at his hand, then at him, and then at his hand. Did he want me to hold it? I did need him to take me to detention because I had no clue where it was being held. "Sure," I mumbled and took his hand. Which was so very, very cold to touch. He smiled at me and then slipped his fingers between mine and we began walking.

It was almost like we were walking to our deaths. Everything just moved out of our way and watched us walk closer to the door. I kept my eyes straight. Our hands slightly swung between us as we walked.

I felt Edward sort of lean into me. He said, "Everyone is staring at you."

"Everyone is staring at you," I said, looking up at him.

He started to say something then stopped. He kind of looked around for a minute then back at me. "Is it true they all really thought I was gay?"

I couldn't help the loud laugh that exploded from me. Edward laughed with a tight lipped smile.

"How did you know that?" I asked as I tried to regain my breathing. He tapped his forehead with the tip of his finger. Oh, that old chestnut.

As we entered the building the death row walk had ended. Edward took me past most of my classes and my locker. Even past the Gym. Finally we stopped at a door that read "DETENTION - MRS. MEDLOCK".

"This is it?" I asked.

"This is it," he said as he let go of my hand and gave me a delicate push on my back urging me forward. "Have fun."

I couldn't help but smile. I looked back at him to say goodbye, "See you later," I said, and turned back to the door.

"Wait," he said, grabbing my hand, just as I was about to open the door to my personal hell for two days. I looked down at his hand that had a soft grip on mine then at him. He gave me a quick peck on the cheek-and when I say quick I mean it…I hardly saw him move, it was sort of a blur, and then I felt a little cold touch on my cheek-and let go of my hand. And with that he was gone. I was alone in the hallway.

When I turned the doorknob, the door creaked. Like that creepy creak you hear in movies. The room, which must have been an old class room, was dusty. There were a few desks…I think there was maybe eight. All the walls were covered with chalkboards (who really used those anymore?) except for one space that was a window on the right wall. At the front of the room sat a teacher's desk with a teacher but I had never seen her before. Mrs. Medlock was African-American and frankly she looked like she could kick your ass. Renee and I used to watch this show called Dead Like Me, and I swear Mrs. Medlock totally looked like one of the characters who was cop and was totally crazy. When I walked in she looked up at me from the book on her desk and nodded at me then at a seat.

"Hi," she said. "Take a seat, anywhere." I nodded back and ventured to the very back of the room to the seat in the last row by the window, at least I had a view.

My desk was very dusty. It had writing on it in Sharpie and pencil, I couldn't help myself from reading some of the crazy crap scrawled on the fake wood. Mindy Stabbler is a fucking whore. SW + DJ = 3 4 life! Zack Turner is a sexy beast! That one really made me laugh. There was a little picture someone had drawn with a pencil of a penis with a smiling head and waving that said: "Give more head!" There were tons of stuff written, but through it all I found one that kind of related to me in some weird way: Edward Cullen fucked. After the fucked was a name but it was so heavily scratched out with a pencil that I couldn't make it out but under it was written his mom! Lolzz! Which wasn't nice but kind of funny. I stared at the scratched away name intensely…I really wanted to know what had been there.

My head jerked up as the door opened and Blondie the Bitch walked in. Mrs. Medlock looked up at her then at a slip of paper on a clip board on her desk.

"Have a seat," she directed as Lauren nodded and turned to take a seat, she gave me a nasty look at she sat at the corner desk in the front row. Mrs. Medlock stood up at her desk and said, "Okay, welcome to detention. Please raise your hand as I call out your name…Isabella Swan? Good. Lauren Mallory? Good. And it should just be the two of you today. Now, here's the rules: stay in your seat, do not get up unless I say so. No talking. Do whatever you want but it better not be anything with noise, got it?"

I nodded; I was not going to mess with this lady.

"Good," she finished and sat back down, picking up her book from where she left off.

I sighed, this was going to be a long day. I contemplated going to sleep for a while, maybe doing some homework I still had to do, maybe even texting Edward. I decided on the latter and got my phone out of my bag. I double checked to make sure that it was on vibrate before I texted him: Hey.

As I waited for a reply I found myself thinking that I was fucking stupid. I was. First I hated Edward. I wanted to punch the shit out of him sometimes. And now I sort of liked him. It was like I couldn't make up my mind. I mean, yes, I did like him. My phone buzzed in my hand.

Hello. How is detention?

I replied, Twenty minutes in and I'm already bored, haha. Send.

I chewed on my lip as I thought. I accidentally bit on my snake bite and swore silently. Then I thought about getting another piercing soon. What I should get I had no idea, but I would look into it definitely. My phone buzzed again, Edward was way to fucking fast.

Sorry. What are you doing this weekend?

What a strangely normal thing of Edward to ask. I thought about it for a minute…what was I doing? Something…something with Angela. Oh, the Blood drive Saturday! That actually seemed fun when I thought about it. I'm going to the blood drive with Angela Saturday. Send. I made a mental note to talk to Angela about it.

As I waited for Edward's reply I looked around the detention room. I looked at Lauren at the front room, who was hunched over a piece of notebook paper and was furiously writing on it. What was she doing? I rolled my eyes as my phone vibrated in my hand.

Interesting. And Sunday?

Edward was sure interested in my weekend schedule. Weird. I guess he was at a lack of things to talk about. Is he even paying attention in class? Wow, I am such a bad influence on him. And that made me smile.

I've got nothing planned. Why are you soooooo interested? I replied.

As I again waited for another message, I found myself wondering how I was going to get through this day. I seriously could not just text Edward all day-that would lose its flare very fast.

Oh, just making conversation. He said.

I pondered what to say to that. I lightly bit my lip in thought…keeping the conversation flowing with Edward was hard. I could only explain this thought with the single thought, what the fuck do you say to a damn vampire? And then I just giggled, if I had a nickel for every time I asked myself what to say to a vampire I…would have exactly one nickel. Wow, I'm one rich gal.

I see, I typed. Are you even paying attention in class? I sent

I checked my after about ten minutes and Edward hadn't responded. I didn't worry though…I had this hunch that if Edward had been alive for a while then he was probably pretty good at texting without getting caught. But, I was still curious…what was taking him so damn long?

I was at such a point of boredom that I actually took out homework that was due that day and began to do it. I was actually almost done with one side of a Trigonometry worksheet when there was a knock at the detention room door. I quickly tucked my phone away, out of eye shot, and looked up from the worksheet.

Can you guess who sauntered in?