I, Edward Cullen have never been to public school. Alice, Emmett , Jasper and Rosalie have never been to public school, either. This is so degrading, Alice thought. “Do we really have to do this mom?” Alice asked. Mom sighed. “How do you think I’m going to answer that?”

“But…why?”

“Because I said so, and I am your mother.” “This isn’t fair.”

“Life’s not fair,” Mom said, losing her patience.

“But it’s public school. We have never, ever been to a public school.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?” Not another word was said for five minutes.

“Mom,” I said, breaking the silence, “please rethink this. It’s…ridiculous.”

“Your father and I both went to public school, Edward Anthony Cullen, it is not ridiculous. I am certain you will survive. But try not to act like spoiled little rich kids.”

“Do you know where the front office is?” Alice asked us in general as we got out of the limo.

“I’ll go find someone.” I answered. I saw this really hot girl go by and thought ‘her’. She was punk in black Nikes with chartreuse laces, black tights, a striped plaid black and red skirt a tube top and a leather jacket and she looked like she could take me, but I’m Edward Cullen. She’ll melt.

“Excuse me,” I said, removing her left ear bud. The music was blasting loud enough for me to hear it, but I didn’t recognize it. She whirled around to face me, looking livid. “What?” She snapped.

“You’re going to show my family and me around for the day.” Private school girls loved it when I took charge, told them what to do.

“I’m going to do whatever it is I want to do.”

“So you’ll show us around.” I said, stating the obvious. Why wouldn’t she want to help me?

“You’ve never been to public school before, have you? Well, get over yourself pretty boy—because no one here cares.” I gaped after her as she walked off. No girl—except Alice, Rose and my mother—had ever spoken to me like that. I figured Rose would be impressed, that was something she admired in women—which is why she’d never like any of the girls I dated. “I like her,” Rosalie declared. “Me, too,” I said, “I like a challenge.” And it would be a challenge.

BPOV

All I wanted to do was talk to Jacob and Jess, not be in school. I put in my ear buds flipping through songs. Yes, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus! They’re so awesome! This is the best song, too. Face Down had to be one of my favorite songs. I started singing along under my breath “Do you feel better now? As she falls to the ground. I’ll tell you my friend…” suddenly my left ear bud was ripped from my ear. No one who knew me was dumb enough to do that, so I whirled around the see the idiot who was rude enough to actually do that. “What?” I said, annoyed.

“You’re going to show my family and me around for the day.” How rude can you possibly fricking be! That got my temper going. “I’m going to do whatever it is I want to do.” I guess he assumed I wanted to help him because then he said, “So you’ll show us around.”

“You’ve never been to public school before, have you?” I didn’t really need to ask, because I knew. “Well, get over yourself pretty boy—because no one here cares.” I went back to singing along to my song, which was no longer Face Down but was Rescue Me by Hawthorne Heights. What, really, Mike? Again? “Hey, Bella.” He said, in his ‘I’m going to ask you out now voice’. I named it myself. “No, Mike.”

“You know you want to date me, Bella.” I’ve done this so many times I don’t even celebrate anymore. I kneed him in the groin. You’d think he’d learn but every day, as predictable as rain in Forks, he’d ask out slash hit on Jess or me. Every day, he’d get beat up by one of us. “Jess!” I said running over to her

“What’s up?”

“Not a lot.” Jake walked up behind Jess.

“How’s it going Wolf?” I said. We all had names like our fighting style. So wolf was Jake’s because he hit with both fists, like paws swiping.

“It’s going great Bird.” He answered. I was bird because I dodged by leaning, which takes less energy than actually moving—like how a bird leans one way so its wing will bring it left or right.

Jess cleared her throat. “What’s up Snake?” Jake said to her. And Jess is snake because she strikes, she just goes right forward. She doesn’t have a hook but a straight shot don’t even think about.

“But, Jess, you’ll never guess what happened.” I said.

“There’s this new kid who’s from private school…” I proceeded to tell her what happened. “See, if he’d been from here, he wouldn’t have done that to you.”

EPOV

“Hi,” a girl said who was dressed a lot like Punk-girl.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“My friends call me Jess or Snake. But you can call me Jessica.” Ouch. “And you have just pissed off Bella Swan.”

“Please. What’s she going to do to me?”

“Trust me pretty boy. You don’t want to know.”

Gulp.

EdwardsDarkAngel kindly agreed to let me use the plot line, so I hope I’m doing alright.