I know it's been a while; I'll try to update more often. It's the last week of school and graduation is coming up, so I've been busy.

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I turned to look at Edward and was met with him looking right at me.

"Uh-Uh, H-Hi" I stuttered, he scared the shit out of me.

"You straight?"

"What?" What did that mean?

"Are you slow? You don't know how to talk of somethin'?"

"No, I'm not slow! Are you? It's something, not somethin'" He laughed at that, and he had a good laugh. My head was seriously messed up, he was a criminal; possibly a killer.

"Alright." He shook his head and had a smile on his face; and I couldn't help but think his smile was hot. Again, I was messed up.

"I'm Bella." As I said that he looked up, straight at me, and for the first time I got a good look at his eyes. They were the greenish eyes I have ever saw. I felt light-headed and groaned.

"Yo, you good? You not lookin' too good" He got lower, because now my head was bent down. I could smell his cologne, and I felt a pool of wetness between my thighs.

"I'm fine, just didn't eat this morning." He backed back up and smirk.

"If you say so." Something deep down told me that he knew that my light-headness was due to him. "Edward" I heard him say; I looked back at him.

"What?"

"My name, it's Edward."

"I know." I replied, wanting to kill myself for saying it. He smiled and turned his body towards me.

"Oh yeah? What you know princess?" Did he just call me princess?

"Uh-" I was lost.

"Whada matta princess?" He spoke again, with that cocky smirk.

"Stop calling me that."

"Why? You are." What is that suppose to mean.

"What do you mean? You don't know me." He didn't.

"No, but you know me? I know the people you associate with-" I cut him off.

"Wow, big word!" I said sarcastically, he just grinned and continued.

"they're the daddy's trust fund babies, who don't even know what to do with their money. They think they're betta than everyone else, don't know what it's like in da real world." He was staring strait into my eyes.

"That's not true. You don't know them, you don't know ME!" I was pissed that he thought that way of me, it just wasn't true.

"Whateva helps you sleep at night princess." He turned his chair the right way, no longer looking at me.

"You know, they say you're a killer. You're part of the Blood Kings, that says something." I was whispering.

"So you get mad when I call you a princess, but it's okay for you to talk about me?" He was looking at me with a cold glare now.

"No, all I'm saying is you say because of who I hang out with, I must be like them. Are you like what everyone else says about you, and what your gang's known for?" I was scared for his response.

"For the most part." With that he grinned, and before I could say anything more Mr. Banner began talking.

"Now, this weeks assignment will be to photograph each other. You will take a picture based on how you see that person; how you think of them. At the end of this project you will be doing the same exact thing, you'll see how much your views will change." I scoffed at that. My views would not change towards this gang related, cocky, asshole, and possibly killer.

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