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Crack Of Dawn

Summary:
Please take a look back on my bio.
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.
Thanks to Kit_Kat_Cullen_XOXO for the amazing banner xxx

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.


6. Detention

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Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here
One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield
One word turns into a war
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down?
My world's nothing when you don't
I'm not here without a shield
Can't go back now

Both hands, tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
Why we gotta fall for it now

I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like

Can't swallow our pride
Neither of us wanna raise that flag
If we can't surrender then we both gonna lose
What we had, oh no

Both hands tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
I don't wanna fall for it now

I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?

I guess you better go and get your armour
(Get your armour)
Get your armour

(Get your armour)
I guess you better go and get your armour
(Get your armour)
Get your armour

(Get your armour)
I guess you better go and get your

We could pretend that we are friends tonight
(Oh, oh, oh)
And in the morning we'll wake up and we'll be alright
'Cause baby, we don't have to fight
And I don't want this love to feel like

A battlefield, a battlefield, a battlefield
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield

I guess you better go and get your armour

I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for
(Fighting, fighting for)
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?

I guess you better go and get your armour
(Get your armour)
Get your armour

(Get your armour)
I guess you better go and get your armour
(Get your armour)
Get your armour

Why does love always feel like?
Why does love always feel like?
A battlefield, a battlefield

I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for
I never meant to start a war
Don't even know what we're fighting for

I was only stirred when I heard my iPod beeping. I opened my eyes and looked down at my iPod.

Oh…

The battery was about to die.

Woopies…

Oh well… I only have five left of my detention.

I looked around. Almost all the boys that were here about twenty-five minutes ago were still here, still throwing paper balls, still throwing paper aeroplanes…

Typical…

Then my eyes caught one boy, sat at the front, on his own, bronze hair…

Before I had realized what I was doing, I was out of my seat and behind Edward. I sat down on the table behind him and tapped on his shoulder. He slowly turned around, and jumped back from how close I leaned forwards to him.

“Boo,” I whispered. He smiled weakly. I grinned. I moved, so he didn’t have to swivel round to talk to me, to the desk next to him and put my feet up on his desk.

“What got you in here?” I asked. He shrugged.

“Back-chatting to the teacher or somethin’,” he mumbled.

“Naice,” I said, appreciating it with a few nods. He shook his head at me.

“How long you got left?”

“About five minutes.”

“Does that mean you’ve been in here for like twenty-frickin’-five minutes and you didn’t even come up to talk to me?” I asked, feigning horror.

“You didn’t come up to talk to me,” he reminded me.

“Hey! I was listening to my iPod, with my eyes closed, and I didn’t even know you had entered the room,” I replied fiercely.

“And that’s your excuse?” he asked, bitterly and sharply.

“Well what’s yours?” I replied, just as sharp and bitter as he did.

“How was I supposed to know you wanted to talk to me?”

“So you sat down on your bill. Yes, that makes sense!” I quickly checked the time on my phone. “Thank God I don’t have to stay another minute. I’m out.” I turned to leave but as I stopped, he bummed into me. I turned around and glared at him.

“I don’t believe you can leave. You came a few minutes later than me therefore, you still have a few minutes left,” I said harshly. I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down onto a chair. “Next time, don’t try to feel me up. Have a nice detention Edward,” I spat at him before storming out of the classroom. The bell went, meaning I had just wasted my whole break in detention.

What gave him the right to talk to me like that?

No one, not even a two-year-old could get away with talking to me like that!

Huh!

I’ll show him, I thought, as I made my way to my next lesson. I’ll get him back good!