Fun and Games
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5. Chapter 5
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Ugh! Today was going to be awful! First I have to go to school with pink hair! I grimaced. Second I have to spend the whole week with Mike Newton! Ohhh! EWWWW! Why does Edward have to be so mean?! What did I ever do to him? NOTHING! Nothing this bad, at least. He is SO going to pay for this. One way or another, he WILL pay. . .
Alice and I were upstairs trying to decide what to wear. What on earth is going to MATCH pink hair?! Should I ask Alice? No. That was the first answer my mind gave me right away. Kind of like a reflex. I should though, and I know it. . . I sighed.
"Alice?" I asked as casually as I could. She was in her room.
"Yeah?" She sounded distracted. I heard her shuffling through her closet.
"Umm. . .do you think. . .well. . .could you. . ." this was going to be harder than I thought.
"What?" She asked distractedly.
"Couldyouhelpmefindsomethingtowearthatwillmatchmyhaircolor?" I asked as quickly as I could.
There was a pause and when she answered I could swear I could practically see the smirk on her face.
"Of course! I actually bought you something to match your hair," she said as she ran over to my room carrying a box two boxes. A shoe box and a clothes box.
"Thanks," I said grudgingly. It was her fault that my hair was pink, but then again, she didn't have to buy me anything. A thank you is enough, I suppose.
I took the boxes from her and wearily opened them. They were. . . black. All black. I glanced at her but she was staring intently at the clothes. I pulled them out of the box and gasped.
The shirt was a long sleeved V-neck, and the jeans looked like they would fit quite tightly. Nice. . .
"What?" She asked innocently. Too innocently. She was practically screaming guilty.
"Black? What am I goth?" I asked skeptically.
"Black is one color that I was positive would match your hair," Alice said smugly.
I sighed and changed. Alice opened the shoe box and pulled put white ballet flats. I wearily looked at myself in the mirror. Well, to tell you the truth, I looked good. I mean really good. Besides the pink hair part.
"Mike Newton'll drool over you," Alice said, smilingly.
I grinned. "Nice choice of clothing, Alice."
She shrugged and danced out of the room and down the stairs just as I heard the front door close. Looks like Edward's gone. I waltzed down after her.
Emmett wolf-whistled and I grinned. "Only you could make pink hair look attractive, Rose."
Of course. Only me. That's right. No one else could pull this off.
I grabbed my keys and all of us ran out to the garage. We hopped in and I drove to the tiny highschool of Forks, Washington.
"Newton better not try anything interesting," Emmett said menacingly.
Alice laughed but didn't say anything.
"This'll be so fun to watch!" Jasper said excitedly.
"Yeah. Make sure you do this really WELL!" Alice said as we pulled into the parking lot. "You start at Lunch."
I had a Mike Newton free morning. Atleast I had that much time to prepare.
I got out of the car and slowly made my way to my first class. As I walked people stared. Stupid humans. . . I made sure I walked slowly. It wouldn't be good if I seemed embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I am hotter like this than ANY human in this school on their best day. That, is the cold, hard truth. I walked into my first class and thought about how I would lure Newton in. . . hmm. . . this could actually be kind of fun, I thought wickedly. As I planned and plotted the morning classes passed by. School is boring anyway. The teachers stared at my hair--how dare they!--and became flustered or forgot what they were talking about. Rude, rude, rude. Well, I'll take it all out on Newton during lunch, I thought as I walked into the lunchroom with Emmett at my side. I saw Alice and Jasper were already sitting down at our table. I would be sitting at a different table this week... with a Mr. Michael Newton.
I parked the car in front of Bella's house and knocked on her front door. She answered almost immediatly. Oh gosh! What will she think of me in yellow?! ROSALIE! YOU are going to be SO sorry for this! Have fun with Newton, I added smugly. Smart thinking Edward, smart thinking.
Bella stared at me as she walked outside and shut the door behind her.
I smiled the smile I knew she loved. It didn't work. . . hmmm.
"Yellow?" She choked out between her laughs. I did not see that coming. I bet Alice did though.
"Well, last night was rough," I said slyly.
"Why yellow?" She asked as her laughter died down.
"Emme--" I was stopped when I remembered what I had to say when anyone asked me that particular question. Here goes nothing. . .
"Because yellow is such a happy color," I said happily. "And I am a little ray of sunshine for those in need." I smiled widely at the end.
She blinked. "I guess yellow is a nice color," she stammered.
I grinned. Thanks, that was very convincing. "We better get going or we'll be late for school."
"Since when are you so eager to get to school? You've done it like a million times already," Bella said as I ushered her into the car and drove to school.
"Since Rosalie dyed her hair," I said simply.
"You'll see, love."
Finally I pulled into and parked the Volvo. I opened Bella's door and helped her out. I took her bag too. She smiled and I shut the door when she was out of it. Thankfully, we had the same classes. Rosalie, Jasper, Emmett and Alice were already here. I guess they're already inside now.
I saw Newton and I couldn't help but grin. He glanced over at me and stared. I decided to read his thoughts.
Gosh! Why does he have to be so good looking?! It's not fair! Bella will realize someday that I am the one she really loves. One day. . . Newton thought sourly.I grinned even wider. Atleast he doesn't have his arm around her. But that smile. . . it's- it's. . . he looked away. Forget about him. He is nothing important. Only Bella is important.
I wound my arm around Bella and pulled her closer to me as we walked to our first class. I heard Newton getting quite angry about my arm being around her so I pulled her closer. Take that Newton! I grinned.
"What is so funny?" Bella asked.
I looked down at her. We were outside of our first class. "Oh nothing," I said as I breathed into her face. She looked dazed for a moment. YES! I love how I can do that!
She shook her head ever so slightly and looked at me skeptically. "You do know I don't believe you, right?"
I grinned. Of course she didn't. She's too darn observant. "It's just Mr. Newton's thoughts. They can be quite entertaining."
The morning classes passed by in a blur. I walked as quickly as I could with Bella to the lunchroom. This is going to be a day to remember. . .
"Act smart," Jasper murmured to me as I made my way to my first class. I scowled.
"I don't have to act it," I replied calmly. Calmness was the art of coolness. Only I knew that because only I was cool. Duh. . .
Jasper raised his eyebrows, turned around and walked to his first class. I stormed into my first class. Math. . . ugh. I hate math. Of all the nerve! Jasper is so annoying! Just forget about it, Emmett. These pathetic humans think your beautiful. That counts as something, right? Right. Gosh, I sound like Rosalie. I have to work on that. Don't want to sound like her. . . nope. Not. At. All.
I sat in the very front row of the classroom. That's a first in a while. I usually sit in the back corner. People stared at me. I grinned back. I sat all the way to the right. Right next to the door. Perfect.
Some brown haired girl sat next to me. Jessica. . . that girl who was in love with Edward. I laughed mentally. She was staring at me. . .why? Because I am beautiful!!! Woooooooo for vampire beauty! I turned to look at her. She blushed. Why? I wonder what she is thinking. . .
"Good morning, Miss Stanley," I said formally. Smart, act smart, I reminded myself. No matter what.
"Hello. . .er. . .I mean, good morning to you too," she stammered, blushing through the whole sentence.
I glanced out the window and decided to take the boring and stupid small talk. "Lovely weather, isn't it?" I asked absently as I turned to look back at her.
"Yeah, I-I guess," she said nervously. This'll be fun.
"I like your shirt. It really complements your eyes," I said silkily. Bingo! She blushed scarlet. I'm good. Her shirt, of course, was hideous. But who cares? Maybe she thinks it's pretty. Bad taste in fashion. Alice would burn that shirt if it came within 5 feet of her.
"Oh, erm. . . .thanks!" She mumbled, embarrassed.
"Your very welcome," I replied simply. I idly fllipped through my math text book, pretending to be interested in it. I had to keep myself from snorting at that thought. Even looking through the book caused me pain.
"Do you like Algebra?" I asked as I turned to look her straight in the eyes.
She looked dazed. Awesome. And Edward thought he was the only one who could do that. I'll show him. . . "Erm. . .well. . .yes," she stumbled through her sentence.
"Truly? I abhor the very thought of it," I said in what I thought was the smartest spoken sentence so far. So far. That was the key. I was going to act the genious.
She looked surprised, then shocked as she realized that she had said that she liked it. "Oh, well, I-I don't really like it," she added quickly.
"But you have just stated that you do," I said, acting confused.
"Well, I-I do, but not a lot."
"Ah, okay," I pretended to be very interested. Let me tell you, that took a lot of acting skill.
The teacher stood in front of the room. She was a substitute for Mr. Mills, who was supposedly sick today. She was young and quite pretty, to humans that is. She stared at me and I smiled at her.
She was trying to recollect herself. "Ok-Okay class, settle down. Mr. Mills is sick today and I am your substitute, Ms." she seemed to emphasize the Ms. "Hart."
"Mr. Mills has been so kind as to supply a list of pages for you to work on in class. He says that what you do not finish is homework." She then proceeded to write the page numbers on the board. How kind of her. . . I scowled.
Once she was finished writing the page numbers on the board, she turned to face the students again. "Since I will have the honor of teaching you," she looked at me. . . creepy. "this whole week, why don't we go share three things about ourselves with the class. Please say your name first," she added.
Of course she pointed for me to start. Good thing Rose isn't here. She would've killed this lady. "Emmett Cullen is my name. I happen to like reading Shakespeare," Jasper would get a kick out of that. "study science, and speak Latin," I replied in a voice that sounded quite proper and superiour.
She stared at me, along with the rest of the class. I pretended not to notice. "That is amazing! I love Shakespeare's work!" She said excitedly. How could anyone like that stuff?
"Truly, you do?" I asked with suppressed excitement. More like FAKE excitement. "What is your favorite play of his?" Like I cared.
She thought for a moment before she answered in a sly voice. "I like Romeo and Juliet the best, because of the romance in it." Was there a double meaning in those words? She winked at me. I guess so. . .
"Moving on," Ms. Hart said in a voice full of annoyance. Too bad I can't read minds. Hers must be pretty intense right now. I grinned at the thought. Apparently Ms. Hart thought I was grinning at her, because she smiled and winked at me again. Oh gosh. . .
After Jessica went, she took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it. I quickly glanced over before she folded it to see what she had written. She wrote: Geez! Ms. Hart is hitting on Emmett! I mean she has to be 23! What do you think?She then passed the note to Lauren Mallory, who was sitting on her left. Oh gosh! Does the teacher like me?!
Lauren wrote something, handed it to Jessica who opened it. This one said: I think you're right. I know! She should find someone her OWN age. Plus, Emmett is too into that snob Rosalie to even notice anyone else... it's the same with Jasper. All he pays attention to is Alice. Do you like Emmett now? What happened to Edward?Jessica quickly replied in a rather messy scrawl. NO! This frizz ball likes me? Why?! Anyway, Jessica wrote this: I know what you mean. Rosalie and Alice are both snobs. They think they are so beautiful! You are totally prettier. I think Emmett likes me! What do you think? What should I say? Should I write him a note? I don't think I have a chance with Edward. All he pays attention to is Bella... honestly I will never understand that. She isn't even that pretty!
Jealous much? I though smugly. Again, it's a good thing Rose and Alice aren't here. They would've. . .I don't even want to think about it. How could Stanley possibly believe that I like her? I mean, all I said was hi and then something about the weather. . .and uhh. . .oh yeah, about liking her shirt. Lauren replied to Jessica and she opened it. This one said: That's because I am prettier. They just don't want to admit it. How should I know if he likes you or not? Sure, write him a note. Ask him to sit with you at lunch or something... Edward is too hot for Bella. She may be pretty but she's not pretty enough. I am. Tell me what Emmett says.
Oh no! Lauren you're evil! Don't listen to her Stanley, I thought hopelessly. I didn't mean for it to go this far! I checked the clock. Only 15 more minutes... Oh no! Jessice took out anothe sheet of paper. She glanced up at me and I quickly turned my head to look down at my book. Stupid, stupid, stupid.She wrote: Hey Emmett! Having fun?
How dumb can you get? She shyly slipped the paper to me. Oh why? WHY?! I took it and opened it even though I already knew what it said. I quickly replied with: Hello. If you listened earlier, you would remember that I said I was not fond of math. Perhaps you do not remember. So, in answer to your question; No, I am not having fun.I gave it to her and she opened it. She thought for a moment before writing. Finally she wrote: I was kidding. Of course I listened to you! How are you? I can't wait until this class is over. Can you?
I am well. And you? As I said before, I am not fond of this subject so no I can not wait for this class to end. I shall repeat it one more time. I do not like math.I'm good... do you want to sit with me at lunch? "What are you writing, Ms. Stanley?" Ms. Hart asked suddenly.
Jessica became flustered. "Nothing?"
Ms. Hart extended her hand and Jessica obliged and gave it to her. She looked very embarrassed. Oh, well. Mr. Cullen would you stay after class is over?" The bell rang. "Perfect timing."
Everyone but me was allowed to leave for their next class. Once everyone was out the door, she shut it. It was only the two of us now. I stood up and walked over to her. She was standing behind her desk reading the note Jessica had written to me. She looked up and smirked. "Jessica was going to ask you to sit with her at lunch."
I sighed in relief. "Thank you for taking that at that time." Thank goodness!
"So you don't like her, then?" She inquired, trying to be casual.
I sighed. "No, Ms. Hart."
"Call me Rebecca," she said seductively.
"Rebecca, then," I said, uncomfortably.
She walked over to me and leaned in. Talk about pushy. . . anytime now Rose! Anytime. . .
I took a step back. She smiled coyly. "Don't be nervous," she whispered.
"Rebecca, I think that I should really go to my next class now," I said quickly.
"I'll see you around then," she said softly. God, I hope not.
I kept my face expressionless and quickly walked out of the room. I heard her sigh as the door closed behind me. Rose pushed pass me and was going to open the door I had just walked out of when I put my arms around her and stopped her.
"Let me go!" she hissed. "I am going to kill her!"
Oh no. Where is that emotion dude when you DO need him? "Rose, listen to me! I love you! You're beautiful! She's nothing compared to you!" I said, trying to calm her down. It worked.
She relaxed. "I'm not used to feeling jealous," she confessed.
"There is not reason to feel jealous," I said softly. "There is no competition." She grinned at that.
The hallway was empty. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled he closer to me. "Here?" She sounded surprised. I grinned wickedly as I kissed her. We were so into this kiss that I didn't hear the door open or close.
Someone coughed. I reluctantly broke away from Rose and looked up. Oops... Ms. Hart, or Rebecca. She looked angry. "What do you think you are doing?" She asked us.
"Well, I was kissing my boyfriend," Rose replied acidly.
"I am afraid I will have to give you detention for this," Ms. Hart said, though she didn't sound sorry at all.
"Give us detention and I will 'accidentally' let the principle know what you almost did to my boyfriend," Rose said in an amused voice. She smirked. I love you, Rose.
Ms. Hart looked shocked and speechless. She turned away and quickly walked away.
"Nice Rose!" I said grinning.
"Thanks," she said smugly. "I'll always be there to protect you."
"Phew," I said dramatically.
"Come on, let's go to lunch."
I grinned. "Nice hair. Have fun with Newton."
"He'll drool over you!" I said. "Literally. Like a dog. Like a dog that is eatting a bone."
"Let's hope not," she said. "He's already gross enough."
With that we made our way to the lunchroom.
Rosalie went and caught Mike Newton in the lunch line. I walked over to the 'Cullen' table.
"Did ya' act smart?" Jasper asked smugly.
I glanced at Edward who was reading my mind as I recounted all that had happened.
"Nice morning," he laughed.
I then recounted my whole morning to Jasper and Alice.
"Keep it up, Emmett," Alice encouraged.
"Nice teacher!" Jasper snickered.
I groaned. "Rose almost killed her too!" Everyone laughed at that.
We all fell silent then as we prepared to listen to what Rose and that Newton boy said to eachother. I rubbed my hands together in excitement. This is going to be good!