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It Wasn't Him In Biology

That's right. It never was Edward in her Biology class. Someone funnier, bigger, and certaintly louder.

Well, since this is another odd pair, it's one of my shorter first chapters. Only to see if you guys like it. You like it. I'll continue. This depends on my review count ya know..

3. Chapter 3

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I hopped out of the shower and had barley gotten dressed when I heard a knock at the door.

Standing behind the door I yelled, "If your name is Emmett Cullen, you are way to early. It is only three o'clock," I crossed my arms and stood there.

"What if my name was... Alfonso Roberto Rodriguez?" It was definitely Emmett.

"Emmett," I called sweetly.

"Yes?" He said, using the same tone I used.

"So it is Emmett?" I asked him.


"Whoever it is, come in. Should I call you Alfonso or Emmett, sir?"

"Mr. Emmett Alfonso would be nice, thank you,"

"Mr Emmett Alfonso may I take your jacket?" I asked, holding back from laughing.

"No, thank you. But I was expecting a Ms. Swan to be ready," He was having just a much difficulty holding back as I was.

We stared at each other for a good minute or so, then burst out laughing.

By the end of our laughing fit I was bent over the couch catching my breath and Emmett was clutching his sides sitting backwards on a chair. He stared at me for awhile, then slowly got up for the chair and closed the distance between us.

He stopped a foot in front of me, his eyes intense.

"Emmett I-" I was cut off by his fingers over my lips.


He looked out the window, like he was looking for something. His eyes squinted and he took a deep breath.

I hadn't noticed before, but his fingers were ice cold. It was a wonder how I could miss such a thing. His fingers burned the spot he touched.

I grabbed his wrist, and tried to move his hand from my face. It wouldn't budge.

"Emmett." I managed to say around his fingers. "Emmett. Move your hand please. Emmett!" I said a little louder.

"Hmm? Oh. I'm sorry," He said moving his hand. "I really am sorry. I thought I heard something." His face was serious for a second, and instantly perked back up. Without as much enthusiasm. "Well, it's time for our date, right?" He took hold of my hand and started to lead me towards the door.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I started, pulling him to a stop. "Date? I thought we were just hanging out. You know, two friends?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest and popped my hip out.

"I'm sorry, but I meant for you to pick up the hint. I guess you didn't. I like you Bella. I asked you to hang out today to get to know you outside of school. Is that bad?" He made the irresistible puppy dog face.

"No. I guess not. So, where are we going?" I asked, perking back up.

He did the same and grabbed my hand again.

"That is for me to know," Emmett said and tapped his forehead. "And for you to find out when we get there."

Emmett reached with his free hand and opened the front door.

"After you," He insisted, holding the door open with one hand and bowing with his arm out.

"Thank you." I nodded, and jumped a little when I felt his hand at the small of my back leading me out.

"Emmett. Where is your freakishly huge and fast jeep?"

A small, sleek, and fast looking silver car was sitting in Charlie's usual parking spot.

"I thought it would be a little easier for you to get into Eddie's Volvo." He explained to me, opening my door.

I blushed a little at the thought of riding in Edward's car. Wonder where he is now.

"It definitely is a lot easier to get into this one." I hinted to him, he was already in the drivers seat. "And how can you possibly move that fast, your already be over here? You were just over there."

"Don't worry about," He told me. Emmett flashed a wicked grin, showing his bright white teeth.

"Can we listen to something other then 80's rock please?" I asked. He was on his way to putting in Guns 'N Roses Appetite for Destruction.

"Come on. This is a classic for Pete's sake." He complained putting it back with the other millions of CD's in the glove compartment. He pulled out a CD case with a red background and a butterfly-ish drawn creature.

"And what is this you're pulling out now?"

"Music from the early 70's. You'll like this."

Any Way You Want It by Journey came through the speakers.

"I know this. My mom had a classic rock trend, and well we now own many CD's from the 70's, 80's, and 90's. Though, 90's aren't really classic..."

"Wow. Not many people have ever heard of stuff from back then."

"Your telling me. Why do you listen to this stuff? I mean, what got you hooked on it?"

"Bored, roaming around on the Internet. Found them and became attached. Now if you don't mind," He reached into his pockets and pulled out a piece of fabric. "Can you please put this blindfold on. We are almost there."

"Can you tell me where we are going?" I asked as I grabbed the makeshift blindfold.

"If I did that what would be the point of the blindfold? Now please, put it on?"

I rolled my eyes and happened to see past Emmett to the speedometer.

"Hey!" I screeched. He slammed on the brakes and the car came to almost a complete stop.

"What? What? What happened? Are you okay?" He started looking me over and checking to see if I was in one piece.

"I didn't mean to scream like that. Sorry I startled you. Do you know how fast you were going?!"

"Um, one-ten?" He guessed.

"Yeah. Just about. What's with the hurry? Why are you driving so fast?" I scolded him.

"I can slow down? It wasn't a big deal, really. I always drive that fast."

"Hellooo? The Cheifs daughter here," I waved my hand in front of his face. "I was born and raised to follow the law. All of them. Including the speed limit."

"Okay. Okay. I'll slow it down. We're almost there anyway." He shrugged and pulled back out onto the freeway.

"Blindfold. On." He ordered.

"Fine." I obeyed and put on the blindfold.

We didn't talk the rest of the way there. All 5 minutes of it.

Suddenly solid ground was underneath my feet.

"We are almost there,"

"You said that last time," I complained. "Can I take it off yet?"

"No way. Let's go." e put both of his cold hands on my waist and led me forward.

"Warning, step ahead." He warned me.

Not a good enough warning apparently. I still tripped but Emmett caught me before I hit the ground.

He muttered something like, "..have someone there to catch you when you fall.." Under his breath.

"Here," He lifted me up and set me back down on something else.

"You can sit down now."

I sat. "Can I take this thing off yet?"

"No. It isn't the right time."

"When is the right time."

"Count to 100."


I did as I was told. 1, 2..17...34...56. Then my foot itched.

"Oh, dang it, I lost count."

Emmett laughed at me.

"Hey!" I huffed. "If I could find you I would hit you," I started waving my arms in front of me, searching for him.

He laughed harder.

"It's ok. You can take it off now. It's time."

I reached behind my head and struggled with un tieing it. Emmett's cold hands took mine and set them at my sides. He undid the tie.

The fabric slip into my lap and opened my eyes.

I felt the air sweep out of my lungs. I was speechless.

"Oh," I said breathless. "Oh ,wow. Oh Emmett."