You already know what I was gonna say.

Edward's POV

"Dude, quit staring." Emmett said with a smirk after he slapped my arm.

I tore my eyes away from Bella and scoffed. "I'm not staring."

"We've been talking about tampons for ten minutes and you had no idea, you're staring." Jasper stated.

"Why the hell are you guys even talking about tampons?"

"Just to see if you'd notice." Jasper said with a shrug.

"Which you didn't, cause you were too busy staring." Emmett added.

I rolled my eyes as the warning bell rang. "Whatever, let's just get to English."

Emmett and Jasper smirked at each other, I rolled my eyes again and we started walking to class. We said goodbye to Jasper at the end of the hallway since he was going right, and we were going left.

Emmett and I grabbed our letters off Armstrong's desk, and I started opening mine as I walked to my seat. Emmett smirked again as I started reading.

"For someone who was so against this you sure are anxious to read your letter."

"That's because my pen pal is awesome." I replied without tearing my eyes away from Iz's response.

Emmett laughed as he read his own and began laughing hysterically.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"My pen pal said that I should seek professional help because I sound crazy."

"That's because you are crazy, bro."

"Whatever, what else did Iz say?"

I passed him the letter and he skimmed it with a smile on his face and then handed it back.

"I'm still incredibly jealous that your pen pal is so freaking cool. She doesn't drink though, that blows."

I shrugged and tore out a piece of paper. "It's whatever."

"What should I say to my pen pal this week?" Emmett asked.

"Tell her that you worship eggshells or something stupid like that, that'll really freak her out."

"Good idea!" Emmett exclaimed and immediately started writing.

Iz,
First, why the hell wouldn't you want to be friends with me? I'm pretty awesome, and I'm sure you've realized this by now. That was a hateful remark, but luckily, I decided not to hold it against you. It's cool that drinking isn't your thing, I have friends who feel the same way. I respect that, but for the record, if you turn out to be as cool as you sound so far, and you ever want to get drunk, I can totally help with that. I can't believe that you play xbox! That's wicked cool, are you sure you're not really a boy? Well, I guess I could tell you more about me, cause I know that you're interested. I could eat Mac n Cheese every single day of my life, I love it that much. And I taught myself how to play guitar. Music is an incredibly huge part of my life. You're totally right that most people love music, but not to the extent that I love it. Well, class is about to end.
Later

PS, I could destroy you at Call of Duty.

Bella's POV

"Come on." Rosalie said as she grabbed my hand and began pulling me down the hallway.

"We're not going to be late, I promise." I said as I pulled my hand out of hers.

"Bella, there's like nobody in the hallway cause the bells about to ring."

"Rose, I promise-" I was cut off by the sound of the bell and Rosalie groaned

"Man, I hate being late." She whined and sped up.

I jogged to catch up with her. "Sorry, Rosie. Next time Mike continues to talk to me, just pull me away."

Rosey rolled her eyes. "He would shoot me."

"He doesn't like me."

Rose scoffed. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that." She said as we entered Armstrong's classroom.

He gave us a disapproving glance and Rosalie apologized for being late for both of us. We quickly searched through the letters on his desk finding ours, and went to our seats. I opened my letter, somewhat anxious to see what Anthony had to say. After reading it twice, the way I always did I took out my paper to write my reply.

Anthony
Conceited much? I think you're overestimating how awesome you truly are, pal. But sure, maybe if you continue to think I'm awesome, and I continue to think you're awesome, there just might be a friendship in our future. However, I'm glad you decided not to judge me off the fact that I don't care to drink. It's nice to know that you're more mature than shallow assholes who would immediately write me off because of it, but I'll keep you in mind in case if I ever want to get drunk. Thanks for the offer, I guess. Mac n Cheese is delicious, but if I could live off of orange chicken from Panda Express, that stuff is mind blowing. I get what you're saying about music, I feel the same way about a certain sport that I play. Sure people love it, but not there's no way that they have the same love for it that I do. I feel like I should tell you about my family. I have a sibling, and my parents are still happily married. I love them very much, we're all close and that's really important to me.
Iz

PS, there's no way that you could beat me at Call of Duty, no one can.

I sealed my envelope and wrote his name across the front. When the bell rang, I handed it to Armstrong and apologized for being late. He gave me a warm smile and a nod and then Rosalie and I left the classroom so we could get to our study hall on time.

Rose was talking about plans for this weekend, and even though I knew I should have been listening I was too focused on the boy who was leaned against his locker. Edward Cullen. My heart sped up slightly as we got closer. He was scanning the hallway obviously looking for someone and even though I knew he wasn't searching for me, I silently wished that he would have been. His eyes moved over and past me, but then snapped back. We locked eyes for a second and he gave me a small smile along with a head nod. I smiled back as we walked past, acting like it was no big deal.

"How does that sound?" Rosalie asked.

"Sounds good." I said as I wondered what I had just agreed to.

"Okay great. By the way, I totally saw you staring at Edward." She said and smirked over at me.

"I was not!" I exclaimed as my cheeks heated up.

Rosalie put her hands up in defeat. "Whatever you say, Bella."