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Three months later Bella was still the new girl.
Walking towards the cafeteria with Rosalie, who was pestering her with illicit homework-lending requests, she saw Edward get in and contemplated skipping lunch and would have actually gone without food if she had had breakfast.
He is such a bad person, always making those bad jokes for everyone who cares to listen, well, except me of course, she thought.
Rosalie rolled her eyes when she saw her staring at him.
"Um… so will you lend me your Math homework?" Rosalie asked for the nth time.
Bella sighed. "Ok, Rose, but you should really consider doing an assignment or two, you know? To learn? It's a novel concept, I know, but still," she said smiling.
"Don't you worry about my education, Bella. I'll be a Chef, Math is never going to be involved."
Bella wanted to point out that measurements were a great deal in recipes, but refrained.
"What did Mr. Anuar want, by the way?" Rose asked, referring to that morning, when the Principal had called Bella to his office for a quick talk, which lasted about an hour.
"Oh, he's just worried that I'm not 'adapting to my new life'," Bella explained, making air quotes. "Why can't a girl be shy in peace here?" she complained.