/All human/I gawked at the boy walking through the door. The girls swooned at the sight of him. I froze. It couldn't be him. He turned, his eyes met mine. It was. And he was headed right for me. Him. I hate Edward Cullen. /I hate everything about you./

A/N: My new AU story. (This one I'll actually stick with too.) "Pictures of Bella Swan" is on a hiatus for now, just so you know. I've noticed that there are a lot of 'all-human' stories where Edward's some big player in the school, and Bella's just like some geek, and they somehow end up together at the end. Well, I guess you could say that this is a bit like them. Almost.

'I Hate Everything About You', by Three Days Grace

Every time we lie awake
After every hit we take
Every feeling that I get
But I haven
't missed you yet


Ch. 1: Ignorance is Bliss


Alice snorted next to me, kicking the leg of my chair. I sighed, resting my chin in my hand. Henderson leafed through the pages of her self-help book again, staring down the bridge of her nose at the words.

I grimaced when I felt some type of liquid graze my elbow. I looked down to see Alice drooling in her sleep, and mumbling about whatever she was dreaming about.

"Uh, ew?" I muttered, pulling my elbow out of her drool and wiping it on the back of her shirt. I snickered as I did this, waiting for her reaction. She snorted again, finally waking up.

"What the hell was that for?" She hissed at me as she sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I shrugged.

"Well for one thing-"

"Ladies," Henderson cut me off, fixing us with a stony glare from behind her tortoise shell specs.

"Sorry," Alice said, waving. Henderson narrowed her eyes.

"I can give you another detention if you'd like me to." She threatened, waving a white sheet a paper in the air.

"Dun dun dun…" Someone muttered from where he sat before me. Our shoulders shook with silent laughter at this, watching Henderson's face redden. She waited until we had quieted down before she stood.

"Isabella," She sighed when she finally came to stand by my seat. I looked up, giving her puppy eyes. "Do you know why I let you sit next to your friend?"

"Because you wove me?" I asked, sticking out my lower lip.

"No," She snapped, startling me. "I let you sit next to Mary Alice because I thought you could prove to the rest of the student body that you were a mature and responsible teenager!" She slammed a fist on my desk. "But I guess I was obviously wrong!" Alice pressed a hand to her chest in fake shock.

"Why Nancy! I would have thought you had the decency not to let your anger get the best of you! What would Paulie Jan say?" She said, referring to the self-help book lying face down on the front desk. "Or are you just all prissy because you're thirty and still single?" Henderson clenched her hands into fist and stormed to the front of the room.

"Now don't go getting your panties in a bunch!" Alice called after her, smiling. I covered my mouth with my hand, trying not to laugh.

Henderson whirled on her, her face flushed, yet somehow tinted red.

"That's it!" She yelled, slamming her fist on her desk, making her book fall to the floor. "YOU!" She pointed a shaking finger at Alice, who blinked.

"Me?" She asked in disbelief, pointing at herself.

"Yes you!" Henderson screamed at her, her nostrils flaring. "That's a Saturday detention for you!"

"But-" Alice started to speak, only for our teacher to cut her off.

"SATURDAY!" Alice 'hmph'd', and then leaned back in her chair, her arms folded over her stomach. She turned to glare at me through the black hair that was covering her eyes.

"What?" I hissed at her, watching our study hall teacher sit back down and begin to read her book again. Alice's eyes narrowed.

"That's the last time I defend you!" She hissed back at me, her eyes narrowing further.

"I didn't need to be defended!" I shoot back at her. Henderson shifted in her chair slightly. Her eyes darted up at us, and I quickly turned my attention back to my biology homework due next period.

"Right." She muttered, doodling absently in her notebook.

"Still, you shouldn't have done it." I whispered to her. I saw her brow furrow. She opened her mouth to respond, but immediately stopped when our study hall teacher looked up at us. Alice sniffed, shooting a glance at me. I shrugged and turned away, staring at my worksheet. Alice nudged me in the arm with a piece of her paper. I looked down at it and sighed before unfolding it.

What did you expect me to do? You're my best friend.

I sighed and picked up my neglected pencil.

You didn't need to get yourself a detention for me. What about your date with Jasper tomorrow?

I wrote back before sliding it to her. I heard her gasp quietly and saw her stared at my words wide eyed before she hastily scribbled on our notes.

Crap! I completely forgot! Will you go for me?

To what? Your detention or your date? You know tall, blond, and strange isn't exactly my type…

Shut up! Jasper is not strange! He's smart! Unlike someone here… (points at you)


Besides, what your type anyway?

I growled feebly in annoyance. I really didn't want to talk about relationships with Alice. Well it's your fault, you brought this upon yourself.

Short, fat, and bald.

I smirked to myself as she read it, frowning.

You're kidding right?

Fine, I like tall, dark, and handsome. Actually, a few piercings, a tattoo or two, maybe an emo-ish hair flip, dark eyeliner, some black lipstick…

Are we talking about the goth/emo clique or some cross-dresser/transvestite people?

I coughed, trying to hide my hysterical laughter as I read this. Henderson looked up at the two us of giggling like a pair of rabid hyenas.

"Ms. Swa-" Thankfully, she was cut off by the bell, and was replied to by the stampeding of feet as we rushed out of the classroom. Alice trailed on my heels, smiling at me mischievously. I shook my head and continued on my way to my locker, trying to ignore her.

"So," She mused. "Tall, dark 'n handsome huh?" I shook my head, pulling out my binder. I never should have said anything. She laughed. "Well, don't worry about anything. I hear that there's a new kid in town." She examined her nails instead of looking at me. I froze, looking down at my bag. New meat huh? Alice's hand flew to her chest as she gasped at me in fake shock.

"Uh-oh. Isabella's got a determined look on her face. Younglings steer clear! Bella's set her sights on a newbie!" She tossed her head back and giggled. "So are you really going after this one?" She asked after her giggles were over.

"Depends. I need details." She nodded.

"'Mkay. Let's see… He has a bit of a tan from the sun……" She drummed her fingers on her chin, trying to add suspense.

"Mary Alice." I snapped my fingers in her face. She rolled her eyes.

"Fine, fine. He's got these gorgeous green eyes. I mean it. They're like, completely amazing apparently. And Rose, my god, you should have seen her; she just stared at him, practically drooling! Emmett looked so mad…" She trailed off, lost in her own thought. I waited for her to continue. "His hair is pretty darn nice too… It's like, a reddish brown color. It's in this cute flyaway style too."

I nodded, imaging some kind of model from a magazine, or a celebrity from the way Alice was describing him.

"Browsing for boys are we?" A voice sounded from behind me, making me jump. Alice snickered, smiling at the person.

"Oh," I smiled once I realized who it was. "Hey Rose, what's up?" I titled my head to the side, slamming my locker door shut. Perfect bikini model like Rosalie shrugged, twirling a bit of her long blonde hair around her finger.

"Nothing much really, just you know, talking to the peasant," She shot a glance at Alice. "And the midget." Alice huffed indignantly, folding her arms over her chest.

"Oh really?" She glared up about two feet, trying to intimidate Rosalie. After a few silent moments of glaring at one another, the three of us burst out laughing. Rose waved her hand dismissively. Alice hugged her books to herself and leaned against my locker before eying me.

"Your place at five right?" I nodded again, picking up my bag.

"Yep. Old 'Friends' reruns, Fire Marshal Bill, and 'A Night at the Roxbury'. All guaranteed to make you laugh 'til you cry." I snapped my fingers, remembering something. "Oh, and some take-out to top that off." Rose frowned down at me.

"What about on junk food?"

"Yeah, and that thing of frosting I was going to bring-?" Alice piped up. I laughed.

"Sure, bring whatever you want. It's Friday night after all." I glanced down at my wrist and invisible watch. "Well, I'm going to go listen to Banner drone on about whatever, so I'll see you guys later tonight."

"Alrighty!" Alice cried, singing 'T.G.I.F.' while she wandered down the hall. Rosalie smiled at me and then began to follow our pixie like friend to their math class.

"Mush! Mush!" Rosalie yelled after her, Alice giggled. "See ya Bell, I'm off to go fail a test!" She called over her shoulder, still smiling.

"Ha!" I yelled to her, well on my way to my science class.

The door pushed against me as I tried to open it. I groaned as I finally made it through, seeing Lauren Mallory instantly glaring at me from where she sat. I rolled my eyes, using all of my will power to not stick my tongue out at her childishly.

My bag landed with a thump on the floor. I pulled my notebook out, ready to take down notes like the weird little studious girl I was. Class was pretty boring for the most part, the only interesting minute out of the entire class period?

When Mr. Banner nearly fell over his own feet.

Of course, it was a bit ruined when Lauren muttered 'He's pulling a Bella' from a table or two over.

I sniffed, leaning back a bit on stool, trying not to fall over. I rolled my shoulders, yawning. My glance at the clock above told me that we only had about half an hour left of class. I smiled, feeling my spirits soar suddenly. "T.G.I.F." I muttered almost silently to myself, already mentally prepped for our amazing little party tonight.

My self esteem instantly deflated in my dull whooshing outtake of breath when the door opened and someone walked in. My smacked my lips, unable to see his face, but recognized the back of his head from Alice's description.

Reddish brown hair, bit of a tan from the sun……Hehe.

I felt a spontaneous smile grow across my face when I realized that the only free seat in the room was next to me. Banner stopped his lesson to take a slip from him. He read it quickly and then signed it, handing it back to him.

"Hello Mr. Cullen, and welcome to my sixth period biology class." The new kid began to swivel toward us slowly. My brow furrowed slightly. Cullen? Not the Cullen?

I gawked at the boy. The girls swooned slightly at the sight of him. I blanched. It couldn't be him. Not here. No, no, no, no, no.

He looked momentarily relieved when he saw me, changing course to the only open seta in the class. Not him. Please God, no. Not him.

Edward. Cullen.

His books landed with a gentle thump on the table beside me, I turned my head away, refusing to look at him. There was a sharp intake of breath somewhere behind us, and I could feel the envious glares on the back of my head. I don't want him. You can have him. I muttered silently in my head.

Banner turned back to the board and began writing again, completely oblivious when Edward spun to talk to me. I cut him off.

"You just had to come here didn't you?" His brows furrowed, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Bella, look, I didn't mean-"

"Just don't." I said abruptly, bending over my notes. He sighed and turned away. There were a few minutes of extremely awkward silence. Until he reached out and touched my shoulder that is. I snapped, my eyes narrowing as I met his gaze.

"I hate you."


A/N: Why does she hate Edward you ask? Well, you'll just have to wait and see won't you?
'Til next update (which will be really soon!),