Crossing the Line

Chapter Three: Birthday Song

"God, you suck so much," I groaned under my breath when he waved at me from the lab table my new Chemistry teacher just pointed me to. Why not put us both in the same class? How could the teacher not be a total square and assign seats? Why wouldn't we be lab partners? Hopefully, he'd just be a deadbeat partner and I could end the year without my hair being burnt off.

Or worse.

"Sorry, babe. I didn't hear that," Masen smirked as I approached him.

"Do not call me that," I fumed, letting my backpack fall ungracefully onto the floor and yanking the wooden stool out from beneath the table.

He put his hands up in surrender, glancing over to his buddy Emmett as he replied, "Alright! No reason to get your panties in a bunch . . . Big booty."

He.

Did.

Not.

My face turned bright red, and I held my left hand down on the table so that I wouldn't punch him in his stupid smirking mouth and get myself expelled on my first day. Knowing that reacting with anger would only spur him on, I went for sarcasm instead. "How very 2-Chainz of you."

"Oh, he's not calling you that because of 2-Chainz," Emmett said from behind us with a tap on my shoulder. "You just have a nice ass, so."

I couldn't understand what would compel a person to say something like that to someone that they don't know. "Seriously, what is wrong with you two?" My question surprised them, though I really couldn't understand why. Did they honestly find their behavior to be even mildly appropriate? Because it most certainly was not. "I don't think I've ever met anyone so prone to idiocy before and my life . . . and I've found two in one day!"

"Damn," Masen rolled his eyes. "Big booty's got a bad attitude."

Emmett nodded along, agreeing with him. "S'not very nice to call us idiots, big booty."

"Are you seriously gonna call me that?" I snapped. "'Cause I'd prefer that you not."

"I called you babe first," Masen shrugged as if it was the only other option, "and you told me not to. What else am I supposed to call you?"

"My name, perhaps?"

His face scrunched up, clearly not partial to the idea of addressing me by my given name.

"He did give you the chance of being called babe," Emmett tried to reason.

"Thank you for pointing out the obvious."

"Can you three please stop talking in my class?" The teacher requested.

"No problem," I assured her, counting down the seconds until I was out of this class and away from these people. Especially the asshole, though.

. . . she got a big booty so I call her big booty . . .

A/N: So long since I updated this, but I received a PM where Crossing the Line was specifically mentioned so I wanted to get out another chapter for you guys.

This story isn't very high priority out of my other stories, but feel free to send me a PM urging me to update if you start to get antsy.

Honestly, I sometimes just forget. And I'm more likely to kick my ass into gear when I know there's someone counting on me.

Now about the chapter . . . Is Edward not the biggest asshole? You must be wondering how he'll manage to get Bella to fall in love with him . . .

Or if he'll manage to get her to fall in love with him.

I guess you'll just have to wait and see!

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~ Madison ~