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Chapter three - Heaven or hell?

"Watch where you're going, Miss Cullen," Angelina snickered as she ran into me. She was the leader of the gang, the richest of us all.

"Miss Cullen?" I asked, curiously. You know what they say; curiosity kills the cat.

"Yes, you heard me correctly. I've heard you hang around him. Is that so?" Her eyes pierced me like a dagger into a heart. She showed her teeth and wrinkled up her nose slightly.

"Look. Just leave me alone, okay? It's none of your business, Angelina," I spat her name out and turned to walk away. She grabbed onto my backpack and yanked me back.

"What do you want from me?" I asked her nastily. I'd decided that I wasn't going to give up this fight.

"I don't want you. I want him, Bella. Edward Cullen," she said, clutching her hand to her heart like a lunatic, "You give him to me, I leave you alone. Fair deal?" The corner of her mouth pulled up slyly.

"He's not mine anyway." My voice was like ice. It sounded pretty cool for this moment.

"And…Bella, I know there's something else you forgot to say…" she tried to make me continue.

"What?" I showed my teeth too.

"And… he never will…"

"Be mine?" I tried to fill in the gaps. This was stupid. Fighting over a guy. It was something I'd never done before.

"You said it. He's not yours and he never will be. That's right Bella, when he lays his eyes on me, Angelina Gold, that'll be it. He'll never be able to look at a stinky rat," she eyed me up and down and scrunched her nose up like she had just smelled the worst smell possible, "again. Edward Cullen will be mine, and I will soon become Angelina Cullen." She smiled when she said her new name.

"Well, you're not there yet. But I'll let him know your father's already arranged the wedding. I'm sure he'll be pleased," I rolled my eyes and put a fake smile on my face.

"Oh. Do you really think he'll be happy?" Angelina asked her slaves.

"Angelina," the slave on her right looked down to the ground, "it's called sarcasm."

"Oh." Angelina's smile quickly faded and she scowled at me.

"See ya," I smiled back and turned to walk away. This time she didn't hold my bag back.

I finally reached my locker and looked at my watch as I reached up to collect my books for first period. Only 5 minutes left until I had to go to Legal studies. Legal studies was the most boring subject available, yet Charlie strongly suggested it. To him, Legal studies should be compulsory. My teacher wasn't my favourite, but she was nice to me. Having a nice teacher made a difference when your subject was as boring as hell.

"Bella! Bella!" A high-pitch voice called my name. It seemed to be getting louder every time.

I turned around and saw Alice skipping towards me. Unlike yesterday, she was wearing her uniform. It suited her nicely and her hair was as spiky as yesterday. She continued skipping and when she reached me, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a hug.

"Morning Alice," I stiffened, as I wasn't used to this type of behaviour from my friends.

"How are you today Bella? I heard Edward saved you from the rain last night?" She winked at me.

"Oh, yeah," I lowered my head; trying to hide the blush I could feel creeping on my face.

She giggled.

"So, what class have you got this morning? We might be in the same class again! Wouldn't that be great?!" She exclaimed. I looked her in the eyes now, and they were lighter in colour than they were yesterday.

"I've got legal studies, and you?"

Her smile disappeared and she sighed.

"I've got English."

"Oh."

"Hmm."

"Oh well, I'll see you at lunchtimes anyway," I tried to cheer her up. It didn't seem to work though.

"Yes, that's true. See you at lunch then," she turned away as the bell for first period rang.

"Alice?"

She turned around and looked at me.

"Meet you here."

I arrived at my Legal Studies classroom and I went to sit at my usual spot, the only problem was there was already someone sitting there. He had his back turned to me and was talking to the people that were sitting in the next row. I made my way towards the desk.

"Excuse me? That's where I sit. Can you go back to your normal spot please?" I asked. He still had his back to me. Then he turned around.

It was Edward Cullen.

"Bella," he smiled and looked me in the eyes.

"Why do we keep meeting this way?" I mumbled as I plonked my books and bag on the desk beside him.

"Honestly, I don't know," his British accent purred. He smiled his crooked smile; it was to die for.

The other classmates started wolf whistling and booing as they watched us closely.

"Cullen, Bella's the lowest you can get!" Someone yelled out. Luckily the teacher hadn't arrived yet, otherwise my dad would hear about this sooner or later. I felt the blush creeping up again.

"Bella, would you mind if I joined you at lunch today?" Edward asked a bit too loudly. He didn't seem to notice the rest of the class. The class booed again and I felt betrayed. Why did this have to happen?

I lowered my head as the Legal Studies teacher walked in the door.

"Good morning class, today we're researching for our assignments again. Is there anybody that would like to go on the computers in the library?" She asked.

This was a good opportunity. I could escape the pressure of the class and I could focus on my work, not that I wanted to.

"Yes miss, I'll go to the library." I raised my hand and looked towards the desk. Edward stared at me like I had just insulted him. I felt awful. My heart felt heavy, what it feels like when you're about to cry.

"Okay, Bella. Is there anybody else that would like to go?" She searched the class for anymore volunteers.

"Cullen?" The same voice as before boomed out across the class.

He looked at his desk and then he watched me as I collected my books and left the room.

It was nice and quite in the library. I sat at my computer waiting for it to load into my login. I stared absent-mindedly out the window and started humming the 'Hogwarts March' to myself. I felt a warm tear drip down my face and onto my lap. Why did this have to happen? Why did everyone think there was something going on between us? I just didn't get it.

I wondered how Edward would feel. Would he feel the same? Would he be uncomfortable? Coming to a new school and on your second day you get bullied? I would want to move schools. Maybe he was a bit stronger than I was. After all, he was a celebrity. Maybe this had happened so many times before and this time was just a ritual; he was used to it? Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he just didn't want his reputation to be ruined. Maybe he didn't care about me whatsoever. I didn't know. I was alone, in the dark. The candle was blown out. I was scared and lost. What would happen next? Maybe he would bump into Angelina and he'd be happy? I didn't know, and quite frankly, I didn't care. I really didn't care.

"Are you okay possum?" An old ladies voice asked me. I turned to face the librarian.

"Yeah, just waiting for the computer to load," I told her, wiping the water out of my eyelashes.

"It was loaded about five minutes ago, possum," She smiled.

"Oh. Thanks," I turned to look at the computer screen and she patted me on the shoulder as I heard her noisy high heels walk away.

I started researching my topic for Legal Studies: Euthanasia. Euthanasia is the kind hearted intention of killing a person, I read. I needed something like Euthanasia right about now. I knew what was coming for me; the whole school would soon be against me. Why Bella? They would ask Edward. He would be speechless. Nothing would come to his mind. Exactly, why me?

"Bella?" asked a soft voice behind me. I turned around to see who it was.

Edward.

"What do you want, Edward? Why are you even talking to me?" I asked him angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about Bella? Why wouldn't I be talking to you?" He was shocked about what I'd just told him.

"What happened in Legal Studies? And, you're a celebrity. What type of celebrity talks to me?" I asked him coldly. I was hurt deep inside but I couldn't take my eyes off his perfect face.

"A stupid celebrity would ignore you. Now Bella, you need to ignore what's going on in class. Tell them to leave you alone. Stand up for yourself." He was serious.

"Well, I wouldn't need to stand up for myself if you didn't talk to me," I spat out.

"Why shouldn't I talk to you? Because I'm a celebrity and you're not?" He asked.

"Yes! Famous people like you aren't supposed to hang out with people like me; you're supposed to hang out with the richest of the school. That's where you belong. Not with somebody who got into the school via a scholarship because her father who couldn't afford sending her daughter to a posh school but he wanted to give her a chance! Hang out with the people whose parents are dentists and beauty therapists!" I was talking way too loudly now, but I didn't care.

"So you suggest I should leave you alone and get some "real"' he motioned with his fingers, "friends that have money. Is that what you're trying to say?" He was angry now.

"Yes. Just hang around with people that you belong with. People like you. Don't waste your time hanging around with a loner like me." I couldn't look at him any longer. My eyes flickered towards the computer screen.

"Bella, you are a real friend. Just because you don't have money like the rest of them, it doesn't mean you're not a nice person," He tried to explain. "I may be rich, but it doesn't mean that I shouldn't hang around with someone who got into the school via talent."

"It's just that…" I sighed, deciding whether or not I should continue.

"Yes?"

"Everyone will make fun of you if you hang around us."

"And your point is?"

"Forget it, Edward. Leave me alone."

"Why, Bella? Why? I choose my friends; I don't let some idiot from my legal studies class choose them for me. And I don't care if they're not the richest kids in the school. They're probably the kindest and most talented kids in the school."

I looked up into his eyes and noticed that Alice wasn't the only one whose eyes had changed colour. I felt immediately curious as to ask why this was.

"Just one question," I began.

"Yes?" He urged me to continue.

"Do you wear contacts?" There, I'd done it.

He laughed.

"Well? Do you?" I wasn't giving up yet.

"Bella, you are so absurd," He chuckled.

"Tell me, Edward," I forced him to answer even though I didn't sound scary at all.

"Out of all the questions you could've asked me, you ask me if I wear contacts?" He continued laughing and his eyes sparkled.

"Well, I don't think that's absurd," I explained myself.

"Yes, these are contacts. Happy?" He asked. His eyes were looking straight at me and he smiled the crooked smile.

"Why do you wear contacts?" I asked, confused.

"I believe you asked one question too many," He added cheekily.

"Oh, come on!"

"Okay, okay!" He sat down on the chair that was for the computer beside me.

"So…"

"Last week we had a concert in the city. For every concert we wear these contacts. Why? Because the lights that we use are so bright we wouldn't be able to see the microphones and the guitars we were playing if we weren't wearing these contacts," He explained.

"So they're like sunglasses," I tried to understand.

"Yes. But if we wore sunglasses, they might fall off when we're singing or moving around. You know what I mean?" He asked.

"Why are you still wearing them if your concert was last week?" I was confused.

"Because you can't take these contacts out. You just have to wait until they disintegrate. They last a few days," He told me.

"So when will they wear out?"

"In approximately two days time. Then my eyes will be back to normal until our next concert,"

"Next concert?" How many concerts did they have?

"Yes, next month. Do you want to go?" He asked honestly.

"I don't know. My friends tell me your songs are pop and rock. I'm more a jazzy type of person," I explained.

"Well, you never know; you might like it anyway." His mouth pulled up at the corners and the crooked smile appeared.

"Maybe. I don't know," I sighed. My eyes drifted back to the computer screen, I'd better begin researching for my assignment before the bell goes.

"So can I join you at lunch?" He asked.

I looked at him and instantly regretted it. Great, now I probably wouldn't have enough time to work on my assignment. We looked at each other before I had the breath to say something.

"Yes, I guess. Only if you don't have another meeting, and…" He cut me off.

"Two reasons?" Edward asked. The look on his face was irresistible; I let a little giggle escape.

"Yes. So as I was saying…only if you don't have another meeting and only if you mind hanging around with a group of poor loners," I said.

"Hey, I choose my friends; I don't get somebody else to choose them for me. And by the way, you guys aren't poor loners. I know that in your heart you're as precious as gold, and you're talented and smart. So what have you got to lose?" He smiled the crooked smile before rising out of his seat. "I'd better get to work too, before the bell goes," He added before heading towards the bookshelves.

He left me hanging. There was nothing else to say. I didn't really have the breath to say anything more anyway.

I continued researching Euthanasia, but I couldn't get my mind off Edward. How could he be so perfect?

The bell rang shortly later and as I was walking out, I felt a little tap on the shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey. We're do you think you're going?" Edwards' British accent purred.

"Somewhere…" I answered.

"Somewhere without me? That's not very nice," He accused.

"Sorry," I said sarcastically.

"Mmm," He mumbled with a smile.

My school shoes squelched all the way to home room. They were full of water, and cold. Something that was hard to avoid on a cold wet day. I finally reached homeroom, after two long minutes of what I liked to call "Shoe rhythm". Sam was sitting in an unusual spot today, and Alex had a sour look on her face. I wondered what 'excitement' I'd missed.

"So, what happened? What did I miss?" I asked Sam.

"I don't know, really. Alex is just in a foul mood and won't talk to me. God only knows why!" He was upset, I could tell by the tone of his voice and his eyes were empty.

"Okay." There was nothing else to say.

I got my name marked off the roll, and Susie read the notices for the class. As I was walking out the door, I felt a few warm fingers take hold of my hand. No, this couldn't be Edward! Please no!

"Alex?" I asked as I turned to face the sour look I had seen a few minutes ago.

"Bella, I don't think I can go back there today," her eyes drifted to the floor and she gulped.

I hadn't thought this would happen! "Why not Alex?"

"Because of what happened yesterday," Her eyes filled with small tears.

"I'm sorry, Al-"

"It's not you. Did you see the way Edward changed his mind and fluffed up his hair when I held out my hand for him to shake?! I just wanted to be friendly, but he wasn't interested in even saying HI! What is this Bella?! He's supposed to be a celebrity- Mr. Nice Guy! Not the Devil!" She was crying now, and I had to comfort her; to help her, even though I knew she'd misunderstood.

"Well Alex, that teaches you that not every celebrity is nice to everyone," I couldn't really tell her that she seemed very desperate to meet him. It did seem very suspicious.

"So where are you going to go and sit?" I asked her.

"I'll ask Sam if he wants to come with me, so I'll see you around." Her eyes drifted back to the ground and she walked away; her head bowed as if someone really close to her had just died. This was definitely not usual Alex behaviour; Alex was usually the type to stick her nose in the air as far as it would go. I decided to go to my locker and join the rest of the group.

"So, what were you two talking about? Me?" Edward's cool breath tickled my ear, his voice as angelic as ever.

"As a matter of fact, yes," I said harshly.

"Something bad?" He was looking at me in the face now, his eyes were sad.

"Yes. How'd you guess?" I asked sarcastically as I continued to reach into my locker.

"I'm Edward Cullen; I know these things," Edward replied proudly.

"So! Just because you're Edward Cullen it doesn't mean that you know everything!" I corrected.

"Are you sure?" He protested.

"I'll test you. What am I thinking of right...now?" I asked him, looking deeply into his eyes.

"Let me think... that's easy! You're thinking of...me!" His crooked smile appeared again.

I could feel the blush coming along. "Maybe..."

"Just admit it..." He urged me to go on. This was torture!

"Okay! Alright! You win." I admitted as I continued to gather my books for my next classes.

"By the way, where's Alice?" I asked Edward.

"I don't know," Edward answered.

"Really? I thought you knew everything," I rolled my eyes.

Edward gasped and gave me the death stare. I just shrugged and smiled.

"I knew you were the smart type," he commented.

"What, unlike you?" I added cheekily. I knew he was the smart type himself, but I thought I'd just test him.

"Yes," He surprisingly said.

"No!" I disagreed.

"Yes!" He growled.

"No, Edward. I know you're smart," I growled back, but I was not nearly as scary as he was.

"What are you two arguing over?" Alice stuck her head in the space between us. It wasn't until then that I noticed that Edward and I had inched our heads closer to each other. Alice smiled and looked at us both. I decided to look away and close my locker door. Then, I started to walk in the direction of where we sat at lunch.

"So, Bella. What were you two arguing over? Edward won't tell me," Alice's high voice asked me.

"Nothing. Edward wouldn't agree with me," I answered as I kept walking.

"Wouldn't agree with what?" She asked.

"Oh, he said that he knew I was the smart type. So, I thought I'd test him and I asked "unlike you?" Then he started saying "Yes, yes, yes!"'

"Right. He's like that. Anyway I wasn't in your class first, but I'm with Alex!"

"Oh, joy! No offence."

"Offence taken."

"Why am I saying all the wrong things today? I should keep my trap shut."

"You should," The British accent purred. Edward was walking on my right, Alice on my left. I gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder and he chuckled. We walked through the corridors and towards the canteen.

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