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Lessons Learned

Summary:
It hard having a famous father, just ask Bella Swan. Thats why she lives in Forks with her little sister. With her mom dead, her dad on tour, her brother across the country and her sister across the world, Bella is practically raising her sister. That is, until she gets a new biology teacher, Mr. Cullen. And love blossoms in a forbidden situation.


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6. What Would Paris Hilton Say?

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After gym was over and we were allowed to go home, Cricky and were walking out of gym with Alice and Jasper when Alice mentioned they had tp pick up Carly today. Thats when I remembered I had detention with Mr. Cullen.

"Guys, I know we just met and everything, but can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, Bella." Jasper assured me.

"Can you pick up Lina? I have detention and theres no one else that can pick her up." I told them.

"Sure. We can take her to our house and she and Carly can play." Alice grinned.

"Thank you so much, you two. I owe you." I told them, releived.

They told me where they lived and I promised I'd be there to pick Lina up after detention was over. After everything was arranged, I trudged to the Bio room to face my worst enemy. Mr. Cullen. Mr. freakin' Cullen. When I walked in with my old blue backpack I've had since eighth grade, he was sitting at his desk grading papers. He didn't even look up.

He just said, "Sit down. Be quiet. Don't move." Warm welcome, I know. Why did he hate me? I never did anything to him.

"Whats your problem?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"My problem is you disrupting my class." He growled, looking through folders.

"Disrupting your class? How?" I demanded.

"Passing notes, coming in late, questioning my authority." He listed off.

"Questioning your authority? When?" I hissed.

"Now would be a good example." He scowled at me froma across the room.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. There was no argueing with this stick in the mud. "When is this over anyway?"

"Seven." He answered, boredly.

"Seven?" I asked, outraged. I didn't even think that was allowed. "I have other things to do."

"I'm sure you can reschedule dinner with Paris Hilton." He muttered, sarcastically. Thats when it hit me. He didn't like me because my Dad was famous. What a load of crap.

"You think just because my dad is famous, I'm a lime light brat?" I growled through my teeth.

"You certainly act like one." He looked up at me evenly now.

"Becuase you act like you have a stick up your ass!" I shot back.

"Thats quite an insult, Lindsay Lohan." He hissed.

"Screw you." I said.

He glared at me tightly for a second."I can have you suspened for talking like that to a teacher." He told me, grimly.

"Suspend, expell. I don't really give a damn." I murmured.

"Why? Because Daddy will come and bail you out?" He asked, sarcastically.

"No. Because theres a certain teacher that I'd like to get the hell away from." I snapped.

"Well, theres a certain student that I'd like to get the hell away from." He told me, coldly.

"Then let me go." I answered.

"And what would that teach you?" He demanded.

"It would teach me that certain people can only take so much of each other." I responded in the same cold tone.

"No, it would teach its okay to talk to your elders like you talk to your friends." He barely made sense as he said this.

"What are you talking about?" I hissed. "You think I talk to my friends like this?"

"Yes, I do. I beleive that in your note you told Cricket, 'Screw You' after she she let out an innocent joke." He reminded me.

"Cricket knows I'm kidding, she does the same thing to me." I defened myself.

"You know, you don't seem to have very many friends. I would be nicer to the ones you have." He advised me.

"Cricket and I have been best friends since pre school. Thats never going to change." I said through clenched teeth.

"You're too sure of yourself. But fame can do that to you." He said, casually as if we weren't practically fighting to the death.

"Fame? In case you haven't noticed, my Dad is the rockstar, not me. Have you ever seen me on the cover of a tabloid? No, you haven't. Thats why I live in Forks. My Dad keeps us here so were out of the spotlight. He doesn't want our privacy invaded like that." I ranted.

"But you're a musician aren't you? Following in your Daddy's footsteps, right?" He mocked me.

"Yeah, I am. And yes, I'm trying to live up to my Dad, which isn't an easy thing to do. My Dad is my idol. And my siblings and I want to make him proud. Thats why were all in the music buisness." I explained, angrily.

"Ah, you look up to your Daddy? How sweet." He sighed, faking compassion.

"I'm not going to stand for this." I huffed, jolting up.

"Then by all means, sit back down." He smiled at me, condesdendingly.

I picked my bag up and stormed towards the door. I opened it up, loudly and went to leave. But before I was fully out of his sight, I turned around and growled,

"Ketsunoana waipu (Ass Wipe)"