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Chapter 7

BPOV

I brought the cigarette to my lips and sucked in. I could taste the nicotine. It was kind of sweet. But the smoke was too much for me and I ended up having a coughing fit and looking like the biggest loser. Edward smirked at me and took the cigarette from my hand and finished it off.

Once I was finished coughing I was about to say something but my phone rang. I looked at the Caller ID. It was mom. Aw, shiz. Its 19:10.

"I have to go now," I said to Edward and without waiting for a response I started running back the way we had come.

I stopped by a store and got some gum. My breath probably smelt a bit like smoke. Its a good thing I always carried my perfume around. I sprayed a bit to mask the smell of smoke and then started walking home. Mom kept calling me but I ignored her since I was almost home.

When I got home I found a very angry Esme waiting for me. But of course I just apologized and promised to write her a song and she forgave me. She was actually kind of a push-over sometimes. She wasn't really as strict as she tried to appear to be. It was actually so easy to get things passed her but I never liked to take advantage of her sweetness. That was something Emmett and Alice would do.

After eating dinner with the family, and trying not to make them suspicious about my first experience of smoking, I went upstairs and started writing. I loved to write. That was my real passion. When I'm older and have a stable career I want to try and get a book published. Being an author wasn't my main focus but it was definitely something I wanted to try out.

I was writing for hours and finally decided to go to sleep after midnight.

The rest of the weekend passed by quickly and I was soon back at school, sitting next to Edward in Biology class. Our teacher gave us a prac to do in our pairs. I started doing it while Edward just sat there watching me.

"So, how was the rest of your weekend?" he asked me, bored of the silence.

I just blushed and shrugged my shoulders.

"Did you do much?" he tried again.

I looked up at him for a brief second and then back down at the work in front of me.

"Just studied," I answered quietly. I felt a little bit more comfortable saying a few words to Edward.

"Studied? For what? Exams are ages away!" he replied so shocked.

"I study everyday," I told him.

He gaped at me. "Every single day?" he asked. I nodded. He looked absolutely stunned. "Why?" he asked.

"I don't want to get behind," I answered truthfully.

"But how would you get behind when you're already so far ahead? You could've graduated by now! Its obvious you're just breezing through your senior year," he said to me. I blushed and smiled a little at the compliment. "You need to stop worrying about grades. Do you want to be a loser all your life?" he asked me and I didn't answer. "You should hang with me. I can teach you how to have some real fun," he smirked at me.

I thought about it for a little bit. His sort of fun wasn't really my scene. He was really rebel and did stuff that was illegal. He was a rule breaker. While I, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. I'm a rule follower. I was good. I listened to authority. I didn't want a bad record. Sure, I wanted to have some fun (besides learning) but I also knew my boundaries. I would never do some of the stuff Edward does. The smoking incident was just a one time thing. I'm not going to give into peer pressure like that ever again.

"I'm fine, thanks." I finally said.

Edward raised an eyebrow at me, as if challenging me. He then sighed. "Alright, if you wanna be a nerd then I can't stop you. I'm not gonna force you to actually fit in and have fun for once in your life. So whatever, loser," he said and took out his phone now ignoring me.

That kinda hurt. I'm not a loser. Am I? I don't want to be a loser. I know I don't fit in but that doesn't make me a loser, does it? I don't think so...

I sighed as I carried on with the assignment until the bell rang. Edward was about to get up and leave but I stopped him.

"Edward!" I said before he could leave. He turned to me questioningly. I nodded my head and said, "yeah, I'd love to hang out some time. And have fun... But nothing illegal."

He looked at me and then smirked. "I'll be at your house at 16:00," he said winking at me and left the room before I could say anything.

Oh my gawd, did this really just happen? I blushed to myself as I walked to gym class. This is crazy. This sorta stuff doesn't happen to me. Its crazy, unbelievable and so amazing at the same time. I can't believe this. I just can't believe this.

On my way home reality started to kick in. Was I really going to hang out with Edward later? No, I can't do this. He's a bad influence. Which is kinda hot but... I have to cancel. Yes, I'm going to cancel.

I picked up my phone to text him when I realized I didn't have his number. Ugh, well that's just perfect isn't it. I sighed and leaned back in my seat and just stared at the radio. I was staring at the little compartment in front of it. It was so messy. There were a bunch of papers and coins and Emmett's phone and sweet rappers. It was so disgusting. Honestly, can't this boy clean his car? It would look so- wait a minute! Emmett's phone! He probably had Edwards number. I'd seen them talk sometimes. They weren't very close but they still talked. I reached forward to grab the phone but a hand stopped me.

"What are you doing?" Emmett asked looking annoyed.

"I just need a number." I said trying to get his phone from his hand.

"Who's number?" he asked.

"Ed-" I stopped mid-word. I couldn't tell him I needed Edwards number. He definitely wouldn't give it to me. "Esme's. I deleted it by mistake." I lied.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Don't you know it off-by-heart?" he asked suspicious.

"No," I lied again.

"But we're about to see her-"

"She's gone out. Can I please just have it?" I asked pretty annoyed now.

Emmett just studied my face. I didn't remove eye contact. He eventually shrugged and handed me the phone.

I grinned and went through his contacts list and found 'Edward Masen'. Yes! I quickly copied the number onto my phone then handed the phone back to Emmett. I quickly texted Edward:

'Going out with family today. Let's hang out another day, k? - Bella'

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