You really don't need to here what I was going to say since you already know.

Edward's POV

"This is a stupid topic." Emmett grumbled as he erased whatever it is that he had written.

I nodded. "Yeah, I mean obviously everyone is going to ask their pen pal who they are."

Emmett scoffed. "Not me. I don't care who my pen pal is."

I rolled my eyes. "Then what are you going to ask her?"

Emmett thought for a minute before he grinned over at me. "I'm going to ask her if she's a virgin. I bet she is. She has to be. She acts like she's sixty, and there's nothing hot about a teenage girl who knits sweaters in her spare time."

I laughed lightly, but nodded in agreement. "That's true, bro."

Emmett began writing again, and I turned back to my blank sheet of paper. My eyes wandered around, not finding anything exciting to distract me. So I sighed, and hunched over my desk as I began to write.

Iz,
I don't know about you, but I think that is Armstrong is going to make us write about specific things, he should at least give us good topics. There's so much more than just one thing that I want to know about you. The most important being who you are, of course. And it's stupid that that can't be what I ask, because you can't tell me. Fuck anonymous pen pals. But I guess my question to you will be, what's something you've always wanted to learn how to do? I've always wanted to learn how to snowboard, because that just looks like it would be wicked cool. Don't you think so too?
Anthony.

PS, make you question a good one, okay?

"Dude, they're having meatloaf for lunch today. That's fucking sick." Emmett said as he looked at the lunch menu that was tacked up to the corkboard in the hall.

I scrunched up my face. "I don't even like my mom's meatloaf."

Emmett smacked my arm. "Here comes Bella." He said and pointed down the hall.

"Which means it's time for you to get lost." I said as I shoved him around the corner.

Bella smiled, and I waved her over. It wasn't until she was almost to me that I realized that she was with Angela. Angela glared daggers at me as they approached and crossed her arms over her chest, when Bella hugged me tightly.

"So have any plans for lunch?" I asked her as I took her hand in mine and slowly started walking down the hall.

"Nope."

"Well, they're having meatloaf today and I really hate that shit. So how would you feel about sneaking off campus with me? We could get Mc Donalds or something."

Bella was about to answer when Angela ripped her hand out of mine and let her icy glare reach my eyes. "Look Cullen, everyone knows that you don't care about your grades but stop trying to pull my best friend down with you." She spat and pulled Bella away.

I remained standing in the same spot as I scratched the back of my neck, trying to process what just happened. I heard yelling coming from around the corner, and when I looked up I saw Bella stomping back to me. This time, without Angela.

"I'm so sorry." She said as she stood in front of me.

I shrugged my shoulders, not sure of what to say.

"I would love to go out to lunch with you today, if your offer still stands."

I grinned down at her. "Of course it does."

"Great, then I'll meet you at my locker." She said and got on her tip toes, kissing my cheek lightly.

"Yeah, I'll see you then."

Bella's POV

"I heard you're skipping lunch with Edward." Rosalie said as she sent a smirk my way.

"Yeah." I said as I bit my lip. "I am."

"Excited?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

"I'm so excited."

The bell rang and I squealed, getting looks from my fellow classmates as they gathered their things and began to exit the room. Rosalie smiled at me as we walked through the halls and then wished me luck when we saw Edward.

"Ready to get out of here?" Edward asked as I walked up.

I nodded. "I'm ready. A little nervous, because I've never done this before. But definitely ready."

Edward chuckled and grabbed my hand. "Trust me, it's a piece of cake." He said as we walked through the hallways. "Once we get behind the lunch room, we're gonna run to my car. Ready?" he asked as we walked around the cafeteria.

"Ready." I said and we took off running.

Edward and I slid into a booth in Mc Donalds. I pulled my ten piece chicken nugget meal at out of bag as he unwrapped one of his double cheeseburgers and popped a fry I his mouth.

"So do you have tennis today?" he asked me.

I sighed. "I pretty much have tennis every day."

Edward frowned. "Well, one of these days you're going to have to come to a band practice. I'm dying to know what you think of us."

"I'd love to." I said with a grin on my face.

"Great, then skip tennis today."

I laughed as I took a bite of my chicken. "You are such a bad influence."

"That's a yes, right?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll skip."

Edward grinned widely before leaning across the table and kissing my cheek. I felt myself blush, and I looked down at my food.

"So can I ask why your friends hate me so much?"

I sighed as I sipped my lemonade and Edward looked at me intently.

"Angela and Mike are just douche bags. They were brought up to believe that anyone who wasn't ridiculously rich, is beneath them. Plus, they both believe anything that they hear around school, so they hear all these rumors about you being a jerk, and breaking hearts so they don't want me hanging out with you. I guess in a weird way, they think that they're protecting me." I said as I shook my head.

Edward sat silent for a minute, before nodding his head and taking another bite of his cheeseburger. I couldn't help but squirm at the silence that I found awkward as I waited for him to say something.

Instead, he pulled out his phone and checked the time. "We should probably get back to school, lunch is almost over."

Edward and I stood up, and as he was about to walk away, I grabbed his arm so he would face me. I searched his eyes, figuring out that he was hurt from what my friends thought about him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, and leaned up, kissing his cheek once more.

"I know that you're nothing like what everyone says you are." I said softly.

Edward gave me a real smile as his arms wound around me. "Good."

I sat down in my six hour, grinning at Rosalie as I read Anthony's letter. I was in a good mood, and I told Rosalie that I would tell her all about it next hour.

Anthony,
I agree. Armstrong should definitely start giving us better topics, because like you, I want to know more than just one thing. And also like you, I would love to know who you really are, because I still have absolutely no idea. To answer your question, the one thing that I would love to learn how to do is to play guitar. I think that would be awesome, although I also agree that learning how to snowboard would be super awesome as well. Since the pressure is on for me to ask you a great question, I've spent most of the hour trying to come up with a good idea. Let's hope this meets your standards of a good question. What's one thing you can't live without? I know I couldn't live without my Xbox.
Iz

PS, I think my question is better than yours.