Crossing the Line

Chapter Two: Am I Wrong

"Bella!" Jessica called after me as I stormed into the girls locker room. "Wait up!"

I really didn't feel like dealing with her awaiting questions on how 'amazing' it was being gym partners with the Edward Masen.

God, he was such an asshole. As if what General Arson instructed us to do wasn't hard enough, Edward purposely made me feel additionally uncomfortable. Especially with the barrel roll - which is a bullshit exercise anyway. Obviously, I was not strong enough to carry the weight of Edward's legs, so I was the barrel, forced to walk across the monumental gym on my hands while he ogled and called attention to my ass, pointing out multiple times that he could see it because my shorts were riding up.

"You do squats?" he had asked me at one point, suggestively, a sly grin on his stupid face.

Then I got in trouble for kicking out of his hold and walking across the gym like a normal human being. On two legs.

"Isn't he something?" Jessica swooned, leaning up against the locker next to mine and putting a hand over her heart in adoration. "What I wouldn't give for one night with that man . . ."

Man? Is that what she considered to be a man? Edward certainly didn't fit my definition of the word. "Yeah," I scoffed, shaking my head as I pulled my shorts down my legs. "He's a real gift." I discarded the shorts into the locker and started putting on my jeans. "What is your fascination with this kid?" I ask. "I mean, you do realize that he's a total asshole, right?"

She laughed, nodding, and more girls started to crowd around us, listening to our conversation as they dressed themselves. "Yeah, he is. Probably one of the biggest assholes I've ever met. But one of the hottest, too." Several girls nodded in agreement.

"He's not even good looking!" I tried to reason with her.

A girl, I think her name was Lauren, stepped forward, adjusting her breasts in her too-small bra as she gasped, "You seriously don't think he's hot?"

"Not even remotely," I answered. I pulled my backpack out of my locker then, slinging over my shoulder and slamming the door closed. "And I can't understand why any of you would even be slightly attracted to him. He's nothing but a dickwad, incapable of functioning as a normal human being. Did you not see what he was doing to me in there?"

"He's was flirting with you, silly," Jessica smirked, rolling her eyes. "He's a little rough with his playfulness, but he wasn't trying to humiliate you."

I was pretty sure he was trying - and succeeding - to humiliate me. And I didn't appreciate it. At all. "Then what was he trying to do?" I asked critically.

"Just tease you a little bit. Make you blush," she giggled, "which you did. A lot."

These girls were so far gone, there was no bringing them back to their level heads. They were just going to have to live with the misconception that they . . . ugh . . . wanted this boy.

What kind of people would they marry? There was no way I'd be attending that high school reunion. They'd probably show up with axe murderers.

Or worse.

Clowns.

The bell rang then, signalling the end of class, and we all skittered out into the hallway - me praying that I didn't share any other classes with him.

. . . am I wrong for thinking out the box from where I stay . . .

. . . am I wrong for saying that I choose another way . . .

. . . I ain't tryna do what everybody else doing . . .

. . . just cause everybody doing what they all do . . .

A/N: He really is an asshole, isn't he?

Do you understand why these girls are so obsessed with him? Cause Bella and I don't.

As always, leave me your thoughts!

~ Madison ~