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Crack Of Dawn

Summary:
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There, stood at my door, had to be the hottest guy alive. He wore a blue short-sleeved t-shirt that fitted his muscles perfectly, baggy black jeans, a crooked smile playing beautifully on his face.
Bella Swan's father has just kicked her off to boarding school, where she meets her old friend and a completely new friend.
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by Kit_Kat_Cullen_XOXO


Notes:
Okay, so I've read a few fanfics that have Bella and Edward meeting differently and with different personalities so I though I'd give it a go.


5. 3OH!3

Rating 5/5   Word Count 1428   Review this Chapter

“Oh, sorry,” I said, looking up. He puffed smoke into my face. I coughed, involuntarily.

“Why the hell are you smoking in my face?” I demanded, trying to see through the smoke.

“Why’s it your concern?” said the calm, collected voice of Emmett.

“It’s my concern, ‘cause I prefer smoke not to be blown in my face. Got that?” I asked, as I took the cigarette from his mouth.

“Hey!” he growled. He edged towards me but a hand restrained him. I didn’t bother looking where the hand came from.

“How would you like it if someone blew this smoke into your face?” I asked as I took a drag on the cigarette.

Okay, so this was like my second time on a cigarette.

I’m not that time of person.

So that’s why after I blew smoke into Emmett’s face – which he stood unnerved about it, pissing the hell out of me – I started to have a coughing fit.

“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath.

I probably did something wrong, especially considering it was me who took a drag.

Suddenly, a firm hand grabbed my wrist. I looked up, thinking it was Emmett.

Damn!

It was my Spanish teacher!

“Erm… Olla?” I asked. Her expression didn’t change at all. “Okay, this is not what you think it is.”

“Why are you smoking in the corridors?” she asked.

“That’s what I mean! I was merely just showing this asshole,” I said, glaring at Emmett before turning back to my teacher, “not to smoke–”

She cut me off.

“Watch your language! You may not have gotten a detention for smoking but you certainly have one for your language!” she spat at me. She grabbed the cigarette out of my hand and dragged me down the hall. I glared at Emmett and then turned to my teacher.

“I can walk by myself,” I growled, pulling my wrist out of her grip. I headed to the detention room – yes, I was already familiar with it.

“Half an hour,” she growled before turning on her heel and leaving.

I stuck my tongue out at her, like a stupid little two-year-old and walked angrily into detention.

First thought when seeing everyone in detention; What? No teacher? Sweet! No that a teacher would stop me.

Everyone turned to see me enter and then continued without a second thought. Good. The way things should be kept around here.

I pulled my iPod out and sat down at the back of the classroom.

People were throwing paper balls and aeroplanes around the classroom. Half of them weren’t even sat down on a chair, more a table actually.

I turned my iPod on and started listening to 3OH!3 as TAPP started to blare through my earphones on full volume.

The song must have been escaping through my earphones because one of the boys, who sat in front of me, turned around and stared at me.

Now I, being the stupid idiot I was, winked at him. He got up stood in front of me. He did that nod that suggests ‘How you doin’?’ I smiled at him.

Again, being the stupid idiot I was, and wanting to have a little fun, I brought my hand up and told him to come over with my finger.

He did.

My smile grew.

Just as he was about to stand right next to me, I jumped forward and cried, ‘Rawr!’ in his face. He stuttered back and his face was priceless. I laughed as everyone turned around to look at where the noise came from.

I leant back in my chair again. I smiled at him and waved him off.

3OH!3’s CHOKECHAIN came on.

I threw my head back in my chair; satisfied no one would bother me.

I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block

I got yo' dogs on a collar, balla
So how you like that?
Chokechain for their necks, and I don't think they bite back
Woof woof - How they howl
Give some chow, they bout to growl
Little dogs will kill you dude, as soon as you let 'em out

Purebred (Purebred)
Got 'em with the nice coat
Your head (Your head)
When I get them at the right throat
Dig deep(dig deep)
Shock collars on their necks
You fuck with 3OH!3, and motherfuckas know they next

Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)

I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)

I got my woof from a white teen - He won't bite me
Fuckin with me, and you'll get bitten most likely
Howlin' at the moon - growling at the lightning
ugh - this thing is mad frightening
We got the drum hits, tell your kid to get a bit a etiquette
Before he splits his seed to try to spit a bit of rhetoric
You gotta sa-say, g-g-go put it away
Yeah we be runnin' the game, now it's all one in the same

Now get yo' drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)
Getcha getcha drum on (c'mon and getcha drum on)

I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block
I got this shit on lock
I got this shit on lock
Holla' Holla' at me if you on my block

I got a chokechain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - chockchain for my pit bull lane
I got a shock collar for my rottweiler
Got a - Chokechain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar ( sh-sh-shock collar)
I got a choke chain (ch-ch-chokechain)
I got a shock collar (sh-sh-shock collar)

I let my mind wander as the songs changed. I often found myself wondering why Edward had pretty much ignored me in corridor, especially since we had practically spent the whole night together.

I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I ain't your cute little sex toy,
I'm not your lion or your tiger,
Won't be your nasty little boy,
I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I can't grant your every wish,
I'm not your knight in shining armor,
So, I just leave you with this kiss

You can catch me on the speedtrain,
Beeper in a three-way,
Shinin' with the gleam chain,
And your honey givin' me brain,
You can catch me watchin' AI,
Mellow It's game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
Pit bull and a canine

You know I rep' this shit,
I gots it tatted on my skin,
If you fuckin' with my city,
Then you fuckin' with my kin,
You know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you're fuckin' with the best

I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
I ain't your cute little sex toy,
I'm not your lion or your tiger,
Nah, nah, won't be your nasty little boy,
Whoo, I'm not your boyfriend, baby,
Yeah, I can't grant your every wish,
Yeah, I'm not your knight in shining armor,
So, I just leave you with this kiss

Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright,
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated--

You can catch me on the speedtrain,
Beeper in a three-way,
Shinin' with the gleam chain,
And your honey givin' me brain,
You can catch me watchin' AI,
Mellow It's game time,
Pinkie with the same shine,
Pit bull and a canine

You know I rep' this shit,
I gots it tatted on my skin,
And if you fuckin' with my city,
Then you fuckin' with my kin,
You know I rep' this shit,
I got my hands up on your chest,
Motherfuckers best believe it,
That you fuckin' with the best

Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the whi--
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright,
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright,
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns, fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated; take the white pill, you'll feel alright

And again, he only passed my mind.

What was I going to do?