Okay, so I decided to skip the WTF moments. Edward's POV had too much obstinacies (not that I mind writing them ;D) so it wasn't very productive. Bella's POV was just her being very confused. Also not very productive. So I just skipped the initial reaction. BTW, I cannot tell you what I wished for in the previous chapter because I do not remember. Oh well. XD I've been gone so long. But I got this chapter out! So I will now only post chapters during the weekends. And um… sorry if the chapter is a bit crappy. I tried! :[ Very hard for me to write when I'm bouncing around while listening to music from Glee. Hahah. Even if it's a bit boring, there are important things that happen.

I do not own Twilight, sadly. Stephenie Meyer doesssss!

BPOV

I sat in thick silence, picking at the chair's itchy cloth and making my eyes look everywhere but at the principal. I was sure he was still in the same posture as when I first came in: back stock straight, hands folded neatly in front of him on his desk, lips taut, and his eyes void of any emotion. He didn't say anything when I came in. I guess he was assessing the whole situation in his mind first.

The air was heavy and musky, taking the breath right out of me. Whatever light could fight its way through the clouds above filtered through the blinds and illuminated the principal's ominous silhouette.

He was a rather thin man. His cheeks were sunken and wrinkles spread out from the corner of his eyes. His eyes were dark and unblinking in the dim light the lamps brought us.

I unconsciously started humming to myself. I saw the principal's eyes flicker with something but I wasn't sure what. He recomposed himself quickly, shifting in his chair uncomfortably. He opened his mouth but nothing came out. He was still deliberating what he should say.

I stopped myself from humming and sighed, finally looking directly at the principal.

"Ms. Swan…" He looked like he was concentrating way too hard for a man of his age. "I… Well, I guess we should start from the top first." He nodded in conclusion. "What happened with you and Edward?"

That took him long enough. I sighed, inwardly this time, and sat up straight. "Well, sir, as you can see I wasn't having a very good morning." I mumbled, suggesting him to take in my inflictions one more time. "I asked the secretary out there if I could visit the nurse before class and she let me go. The nurse didn't happen to be in her office so I went into the bathroom to check out the damage."

I thought about what I should say next. Should I tell the principal what really happened? The stealing, assault and all? I didn't want to be known as a snitch the first day I got here. I also didn't want anyone, even if it was that boy, to hate me. But I also didn't want to lie to the principal. What was I going to say?

"Go on," he hedged, impatiently.

"Well, I suppose Edward, as you just told me, needed to go to the nurse's office too, for some reason." I spit out, trying to carefully plan out the rest of my thoughts.

"Yes, I see…" he muttered.

"I opened the bathroom door to see who came in. I was terrified to find it wasn't the nurse so I quickly retreated into the bathroom. Edward tried very hard to get into the bathroom and he eventually won. He said he could help me but I refused his help. We started arguing and fighting. I said I didn't need a stranger's help to fix my face and he insisted it didn't matter if he was a stranger or not. Then the nurse came into the bathroom and saw us." I said all this very quickly, trying to make it sound believable. After all, it didn't seem like Edward was known as the golden boy around here. I pursed my lips, staring hard at the principal, willing him to let my story slide.

"Um… yes, well… Isabella, I called your father to come pick you up. I believe you might need a day to get yourself together." He cleared his throat. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me before he comes?"

His eyes bore into mine, trying to get me to spill something more reasonable sounding. I swallowed hard before shaking my head. "Is that all?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.

"Yes, I mean, no. Actually, I know it isn't your fault but you really shouldn't have been in an empty room unsupervised with a boy, especially in the nurse's bathroom. I don't mean to suggest anything but it's the rules." He stated, matter-of-factly.

I grimaced. It was a nice thought to be with someone as inhumanly handsome as Edward but he didn't seem very nice.

"So you would have to have some kind of 'punishment,' if you will. Of course, a couple detentions would serve its purpose… However, I have come up with a different alternative. If you choose the alternative, I will forget about everything that happened and won't question it further. Detentions will go on your permanent record though…" He rambled on and on. I tensed up in my chair, waiting for what the alternative solution was.

"The second alternative is to join the school's choir."

I froze at his suggestion. He probably came up with this idea when he saw me humming before. The one thing I hated most was performing in front of large crowds, even if it was just a class. I had the worst stage fright. I chewed my bottom lip, not knowing what to do. Detention didn't seem so bad. Where was the harm in that? It didn't seem like I would go off to an Ivy League college anytime soon. I didn't I have that much money saved up…

I pursed my lips. "I would like to take the first option, if you don't mind."

The principal frowned. "Are you sure? Why don't you talk it over with your father? Sleep on it. Okay?"

"But –" I tried giving him a definite answer but he wouldn't listen.

"I won't take an answer until next week." He smiled at me. Was this guy the devil or something? Why was he trying to make my life more of a hell?

The intercom from his phone came on and a familiar voice spoke. "Excuse me, but Isabella Swan's father has arrived."

The principal pressed a button and responded quickly. "Yes, we'll just be a moment." He let go of the button and returned his attention to me. "I'll escort you out myself. I want your father to be informed properly, face-to-face."

I groaned on the inside. Fuck.

He stood up and I followed his movements. We walked out into the main office area. I could finally breathe in there. I glanced at the clock above the secretary's desk. It was already 9:30. How long was I in that stuffy old office anyway?

My face dropped when I caught sight of Edward. He didn't look too happy. He probably heard that I got to go home from the secretary when she told the principal my father was here. He avoided my gaze, looking at his foot tapping the linoleum floor impatiently.

I frowned even more when I realized that I would never be on good terms with Edward. I would've liked to get to know him more, though he attacked me in the nurse's office.

I looked straight ahead, trying to seem surer of myself. Then, of course, I tripped over my own feet and fell on my face for the second time that day. This time, the pain rippled through my whole body as I shuddered.

"Fuck… my… life." I grumbled, still lying on the ground like I was only a short time ago.

I was not going to seem anymore helpless than I already was.

I heard a chuckle from behind me. Great. The principal helped me up quickly. I wasn't sure if he heard what I said but he obviously let it pass.

I shuffled the rest of the way to the parking lot, not looking back.

EPOV

I had been waiting for about a half hour patiently, though annoyed, before I got any indication that the meeting going on in the principal's office was over. The next eight words that came out of the damned secretary's mouth made me hate that wretched girl even more.

"Excuse me, but Isabella Swan's father has arrived." She said into the intercom on the phone. The principal responded that they'd be out in a moment.

I was glad to finally get this thing over with. I hated waiting. I was a bit apprehensive though. Did this Isabella girl turn me in? If she did, I had no problem with making her life hell. If I got suspended again this school year, Carlisle would take my Volvo away. God damn it. I didn't want to spend my mornings listening to Alice talk about shopping like it's the only blessing in this world.

Then, as I was deliberating other situations, the door to the principal's office opened and out came the bruised up girl from before and the principal right behind her.

I looked down at the floor, not wanting to look at her disgusting face if she turned me in. I felt a breeze when they walked pass me. I few seconds later, I heard a loud thud and swung my head to my left to see Isabella had fallen. It must've hurt from the looks of it because she shook violently but she didn't cry or ask for any help.

The next three words that came out of the damned girl's mouth made me love her.

"Fuck… my… life."

It was the single most idiotic thing I've ever heard but I liked how she was too stubborn to show that she was the most helpless person on earth. It made me chuckle.

The principal obviously heard her comment from the expression on his face but he helped her up, nonetheless.

The girl just got up, not a single tear in sight, and kept going without a damn care about the world. Not caring if she fell a hundred more times because she'd still get up and keep going. No matter how hard it would be, she'd still be way more stubborn.

I smirked, realizing what I was thinking. How could a person like her be my friend? But it didn't seem like she told the principal the truth because he didn't give me any looks as they walked pass. Why would she look out for me? I don't need anyone to do that for me.

I shook it off. I decided to just go with it when the time came for me to explain myself.

The principal came walking back in a few minutes later, running his hand over his worn face. Probably from the wreck that is Isabella Swan. He looked at his watch and then at me. He ushered me into his office and I followed silently.

I slumped down into the itchy chair that I was already used to by now. The principal sat across from me and stared at me with a strange look on his face. It wasn't the usual annoyed look.

"Okay, Edward." He leaned forward. "Let's cut the bullshit. Tell me what happened because I know Ms. Swan wasn't telling me the truth."

So she didn't tell him. I smirked.

"I don't know what you mean. You have to tell me what 'Ms. Swan' said before I can confirm or deny it." I said casually.

He sighed, quite exasperated at this point. He cleared his throat loudly. "No, you aren't going to pull a fast one on me. What were you doing in the nurse's office in the first place?"

I chuckled at this. "I was just having a bad headache, of course." It was partly true. Mike Newton always got on my nerves when I had to interact with him.

"Did you have a pass?" He asked.

"Yes." I stated simply, taking out the fake pass from my pocket with my teacher's signature forged on it.

He took it from me and examined it. He dubiously laid it on his desk and stared back at me. He deliberated for a moment before saying anything else.

"I know you weren't just going in there for a damn headache. Since you and Isabella won't tell me, I'll just have to give you your punishment now." He said bluntly.

I rolled my eyes. "What is it now? Detention? Suspension?" How bad could it be to be alone in the nurse's bathroom with a girl?

That suddenly sounded nothing like it was intended to be.

"I want you to do the talent show with Ms. Swan. Is that clear?"

This did not go as how I originally planned. But I got a couple ideas so I just had to change it. I love winging it XD. Sorry, no name for the principal! Didn't feel like making one up. :P

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