Edward's POV
I was in my room thinking of ways to began my tortue when Alice arrived with our victims.
"They're here," Emmett told me. Weird how I was completely oblivious to her thoughts when my mind was eslewhere.
I walked down the stairs and saw Alice beating the hell out of one of the two men that were tied up. I ran to her and pulled her off him. She wasn't hiting him nearly as hard as she could or wanted to but a few more hit and there would have been blood everywhere.
I threw him the basement and locked the door. Everyone stared at me puzzled.
"I want him sober when I get to work on him." I explained. They nodded in unison.
In the morning he would have a hangover and I'll be sure to make it his worst one yet. But that's just the beginning. It gets much worst.
Bella's POV
"Miss Swan?"
My head snapped in the direction my name was called. I looked to see looking at me.
"Uh?" I asked stupidly. That had the whole class laughing. I looked down blushing. This wasn't the first time I got caught daydreaming. Last time was in Mrs. Wilbert's class and she made sure to embarrass me by trying to make a smart remark but no one laughed when she did it.
The teacher was still trying to calm the class down but when the prinicpal stepped in the class suddenly got quiet.
"Get in here," prinicpal Massey ordered. Everyone's attention was at the door; anxious to see who it was in trouble. Half of the class snorted; unsurprised that it was Kyle Smith. There was nothing new about him getting sent to the prinical's office. He was the class clown.
He slowly walked in and up to the teacher. He handed him a slip and waited patiently as he signed it.
"Sit next to Ms. Swan," told him. I was about to raise my hand to let him know who I was but he already started making his way towards me.
" Mr. Banner, may I speak to you?" prinicpal Massey asked. Kyle sat next to me as the teacher stepped out. Suddenly my breath quicken and my hands started to tremble. He must've noticed.
"Are you okay?" he asked. I looked at him and nodded.
"Fine," I said, barely able to speak.
Something about his features stopped me from looking away. He had ocean blue eyes and his spiky blond hair was dyed black at the tips. No wonder he grabbed everyone's attention. No one would dare make a fashion statement such as this one. At least, no one in Forks would. He obviously wasn't from around here originally.
Suddenly an idea came to me. I turned to him and asked "Where do you get your hair done?"
He blinked and his eyes widen. Probably because he wasn't expecting anyone to really care. He cleared his throat before talking again.
"Ummm... Port Angeles," he told me. "I can... show you if you want." He seemed sort of nervous, which eased my worry a little.
"Yeah... sure. Thanks." I said with a smile. He nodded once and turned his attention back to the front of the room.
For some reason I couldn't help but smile. What was this I was feeling?