Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilight characters, YamaNada is owned by Tomoko Hayakawa.
Language warning xD.
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"I'm broke," Edward declared to the room.
"Don't you have a job?" Carlisle asked dubiously.
"I was fired," Edward clarified. Jasper gasped in mock surprise. Edward glowered at him.
"Who did you beat up this time?" Jasper asked, lounging in his dinner chair.
"The manager." Edward said shamefacedly. He bent his head, and looked at the table.
"You must have some guts. Can't you restrain yourself?" Jasper asked sarcastically.
"The guy touched my ass, Jazz, you try restraining yourself," Edward hissed.
"You could have just said something."
"No way! You have some bastard grope your ass and see how you react! I would have gotten fired either way," Edward exclaimed, "I just wanted to leave with a message."
"Don't mess with Edward Masen?" Jasper said mockingly. He then clicked his fingers in a 'Z' formation to prove his point. Edward stood up, ready to punch the guts out of Jasper.
"Easy," Carlisle shouted at Edward. Edward sat back down, his hands balled into fists. Edward was glaring venomously at Jasper.
"Anyway Edward, the school festival is tomorrow," Carlisle told Edward.
"So?"
"So, the voted best stall gets 50 thousand dollars," Carlisle replied rolling his eyes. Edward had obviously forgotten. "And when you share that with your class you'd probably get 2 and a half thousand."
"Ha. I'm not going to lose to your classes," Edward smirked, a plan for a booth forming already.
"We're not participating," Jasper, Emmett and Carlisle chorused.
"Why?" Edward asked curiously. This is not like them, Edward thought.
"I offered to help out some stall at the school next door," Carlisle revealed.
"I'm -," Jasper began to say before Carlisle cut in.
"Going to be all lovey-dovey with Alice." Emmett and Edward burst into fits of raucous laughter. Jasper immediately blushed and began to chase Carlisle around the room, knocking over pieces of furniture on his mission. He was getting ready to strangle Carlisle.
"The school festival is an excellent time to pick up chicks," Emmett informed Edward. Edward raised an eyebrow. He was sure that Emmett had at least 2 girlfriends at the moment. Edward was about to ask Emmett when he was going to settle down when Jasper asked whilst having Carlisle in a headlock, "What's Bella's class doing for the festival?"
An evil cackle was heard from the kitchen. The boys retreated into the living room in fear.
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There were a large number of people. There was an unnatural amount of people.
"It's because of those four,"
"Carlisle Cullen. Jasper Whitlock. Emmett McCarty. Edward Cullen," the girls cooed as they walked past them. They were overwhelmed by beauty.
Bella shuffled behind them, Stephen clutched in her hands. Bella was laughing in a sinister manner which scared most of the crowd away.
"Right – Time to win that prize," Edward said, striding confidently into the school.
"You're doing a cookie stall in the school kitchens aren't you?" Carlisle asked.
"Yup."
"How did you get the kitchen to yourself?"
"I offered to do some favours for the kitchen staff." Edward stated. Emmett and Jasper shuddered in response.
"It wasn't that bad. I had to fix a light bulb that's all," Edward said innocently. Jasper scoffed. They all went their separate ways.
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Edward's stand, one hour later...
Edward was loading all the cookies into a tray and then set them out. He turned around to load more cookies into the oven. Behind him a crowd of awed girls were clamouring for the cookies.
"Edward, I'll buy 10 if you kiss me!"
"Edward, I'll buy more if you hug me!"
Edward looked bored. The girls weren't here for the cookies. They were here for him.
For the 2,500 dollars it's worth it...it's worth it...2,500 dollars...
"Hey, Edward!" someone jeered. Ughhh...not them, he thought before replying with a smile to Mike Newton, "Yes?"
"Oh. My. God. Edward Masen is actually making cookies." Mike exclaimed in fake happiness. The girls around him frowned.
"What?" he snapped at the nearest girl.
"What's your problem?" the girl shrieked. She backed away when two other boys flanked him. Mike's hand casually knocked over the cookies that Edward had made at home, with Bella in the background, supervising him. Bella was also the taster; Edward didn't trust himself enough to test them himself – because he'd eat them all.
"Oops. I knocked over your inedible attempt at making cookies," Mike sighed in pretend sadness.
"Those are cookies?" Eric Yorkie ridiculed, stamping all over the cookies.
"Hey." Edward said controlling his temper, restraining himself as Jasper would put it.
"What are you going to do about it?" Mike scorned.
Edward put his oven mitts on. Mike looked at his cohorts and smiled at them – he wasn't expecting anything rash. Edward picked up a fresh and hot cookie straight from the oven, leaving the oven door open.
"Why don't you taste my cookies?" Edward grinned before pushing the hot cookie at Mike's mouth. It burned him, and then a fight between Edward, Mike and his companions followed.
What Edward didn't expect was something in the oven to catch fire – setting fire to all the cookies and the best part of the oven.
"FIRE!" Someone screamed. Edward let go of Tyler Crowley whom he had in a chokehold. Smoke had begun to collect in the small kitchen which he used as a stall. The fire alarm blared in everyone's ears. The sprinklers let loose, sending people running from the kitchen covering their ears. Edward found the fire extinguisher at the side of the kitchen. He sent cookies flying everywhere in his attempt the crawl through the smoke and water to reach the extinguisher. He grasped it smoothly and started to spray the white foam onto the fire. When it felt like he couldn't breathe, he dropped the canister and backed out the kitchen. He was met by what seemed to be his fan club.
"Leave me alone," Edward snarled at them, before walking away in embarrassment. Bella was in the crowd, and as much as she wanted to win, she couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for Edward. Bella returned to her own stall.
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