{I'm just a kid, and life is a nightmare ~I'm Just A Kid, Simple Plan~}

Chapter Three

"Jessica Stanley, reporting for duty, sir," Jessica said as she sauntered to Mr. Greene's desk.

"Not now, Jessica. Now, Bella, your tutor will be Mike Newton. And if he's not good enough, we'll get Mr. Cullen – whom you're living with – to tutor you. Fine?" Mr. Greene asked.

"Wouldn't it just be better in the end for Edward to tutor me?" I asked sweetly. Jessica had left by now, but she was sure to tell people I was being tutored.

"Fine, Isabella. Just fine. Tell him yourself, though."

"Oh…I will," I promised.


It was lunch now, and I was actually in the cafeteria. Okay, I have to admit, I was waiting for Edward. I kind of wanted to get to know his deal.

But I did not, in any way, want to go out with him. Nope. No way.

I had my iPod, and I was listening to my favorite songs playlist. I was listening to Monsters by Matchbook Romance.

Oh, what's come between you and me?
Look right through me
I'll let it go
I can't help this feeling anymore
I won't go anywhere
Maybe you'll see me…

We are, we are the shaken…

A tap on my shoulder brought me back to reality with a jump. I heard the faint echo of the singer say "We are the monsters…" before I paused the song.

"Hey," Edward said, sliding across from me at the table. "I thought you didn't eat."

"I don't," I replied. "but I thought you didn't and here you are with a plate full of food."

"I bought this for your own good," Edward put in. "I'm still not hungry."

"Well…I'm not hungry either," I argued. Suddenly my stomach growled. Stupid stomach.

"Sure, Bella. You can have this," Edward replied, pushing his plate to me. I sighed, and picked up a breadstick, nibbling on it.

"So what's your story, Bella?" Edward asked. I finished my mouthful.

"It's long," I told him, evading my life story.

"I've got time."

I glared at him. "Well, I'm eating."

Edward rolled his eyes. "So am I tutoring you for English?"

I frowned. "How'd you know about that?"

"Principal Greene mentioned it to me the other day. When I was signing up for classes."

I nodded. "You are. I guess it makes it all the more easier that I'm stuck in the same house as you."

Edward smiled. "I suppose so." He sighed then. "Would you like to play twenty questions?"

"No," I replied.

I think I exasperated Edward. He just looked at me with a look that said, "You're obviously no fun to talk to," and pulled a book out from his bag. Shakespeare's Greatest.

I saw him flip to about mid book. I saw the words Romeo and Juliet flip by before I saw the new title: The Tempest.

"Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art," I quoted. This was my favorite line from the whole play just because of the word whoreson.

Edward looked up at me surprised. "You know this?"

"Yes, I do," I replied, a little cocky.

"This is strange: your father's in some passion that works him strongly," Edward challenged. A scene with Ferdinand, Miranda, and Prospero. Naturally.

"Never till this day, saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd," I replied, speaking in the strange language of Shakespeare.

"You do look, my son, in a moved sort, as if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: our revels now are ended, these our actors," Edward started, but I interrupted him.

"As I foretold you, were all spirits, and are melted into air, thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision the cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples, the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind," I continued.

"We are such stuff," Edward interrupted, "as dreams are made of, and out little life is rounded with sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled, be not disturb'd with my infirmity; if you be pleased, retire to my cell…"

"And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk, to still my beating mind," I whispered as both Edward and I finished.

"Well," Edward said. "You really do know this play."

"What more do I have to do?" I asked. The bell rang, and I hurried to grab my bag and my tray.

"Bella!" Edward called, running after me as I left the cafeteria.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"That was…awesome. Maybe we can do some more Shakespeare at my house?" he asked.

"No thanks," I replied.

I was already in the classroom now, and I walked over to my seat. Mr. Banner wasn't in yet.

Edward sat down next to me, and I saw him look at me.

"Bella," he started. "Why don't you like me?"

I looked up at him.

"It's not that I don't like you," I admitted. "It's that I can't."

Edward nodded, acting like he understood.

"Bella," Edward started. "I want to know you. Truly, really, I do. And I wish you'd see that. But you're so stubborn. And so much has happened to you. I want to know what happened to you. Can't you just tell me?"

I sighed. "I guess so…"

And then Mr. Banner walked in the room. "All right class! Let's get started on our new subject! It's called meiosis – the process of sexual reproduction! If you'd turn to page 465 in your textbooks…"

"Later," I whispered to Edward, opening my book.

I saw Edward scribble on a piece of paper.

What is your story, Bella?

He had almost intimidatingly perfect handwriting. I pulled a pen out of my bag and wrote back.

It's complicated. Something better told in person.

I slid the note over to Edward, and he sighed. He wrote something back.

How long will I have to wait?

That was a hard question. I couldn't promise him any time. It'd have to be special.

I don't know. Maybe until the weekend. I know, it's only Tuesday, but Edward, it's seriously complicated. I just want to have time to tell you.

Edward read what I wrote and grabbed the paper.

I know of a place we can go. We were here for a few days and I wandered around. I like to hike.

I rolled my eyes. Obviously he did.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

Because I'm amazing.

Sure you are, Edward.

Don't be afraid to admit it, Bella. You know I am. Anyway, why deny the truth?

Because you're full of yourself? I'm kidding.

Only naturally, Bella.

I smiled, and before I knew it, the bell was ringing. And not only that, my books were scooped up in Edward's strong arms, my bag in his hand to be handed to me.

"Thank you, sir," I said with a British accent.

"'Tis no trouble, milady," he replied with an equal accent. We both laughed, and headed out the door. "What class are you going to?"

"Gym," I grumbled. I hated that class.

"I'll walk you," he told me, grasping my warm hand in his cool one.

It was amazing, walking through the halls with Edward's fingers laced through mine. The envious glares I received were only what made my day – these girls falling for Edward so quickly and never knowing what he truly was like. He was a gentleman. I couldn't now imagine life without him…even though I'd only known him two days.

Does this mean I had fallen for Edward? Truth be told, I had. You wouldn't catch me admitting that, of course.

"I'll see you soon, Bella," Edward whispered once I was at the dressing room door. He handed me my small pile of books, and touched his hand to my cheek, caressing my skin, which flushed deep red.

"Bye," I replied quickly, turning away and leaving him hanging.


Today was badminton day, and you'd imagine I had no partner – but you'd be surprised, truly. Ever since everyone saw Edward and I, I'd become a popular item, a pair of jeans just in style, and everyone wanted me to be their partner.

"Bella!" Jessica sneered. She just couldn't get that grimace off her face. "Be my partner!"

"No way!" Lauren nearly screamed. "She's mine!"

"You guys!" Angela yelled. I'd always thought Angela was sweet, but given the circumstances, I'd never gotten to know her. "Let Bella decide!"

"Angela, would you like to be my partner?" I asked sweetly, earning hard looks from many.

"Sure, Bella," Angela replied, walking over to me smiling.

"Thanks," I whispered. "They were getting sort of scary."

"That's not even half of their scariness," Angela whispered back. I giggled.

I grabbed a racket, and a birdie. Angela grabbed her own racket, and Jessica and Lauren teamed up and grabbed rackets.

"Us verses you two," Lauren said. I nodded.

The game started, and it wasn't too hard.

"So what's up with you and Edward?" Jessica asked, hitting the birdie hard and grunting.

"Nothing is," I answered back, hitting it back at her.

"Are you sure?" Lauren asked from the sidelines. She couldn't break a nail, now, could she?

"Positive," I replied, hitting the birdie again.

"Do you have his number?" Angela asked.

"What do I need his number for?" I asked back.

"To call him, duh," Jessica answered.

I wasn't about to tell them I lived with him – they'd get the wrong idea. So I just said, "Well, nothing's going on. So I don't need that."

"Rumor has it you're living at his house," Lauren commented. She looked hard and long at me.

"Rumor has it that your nose is fake," I replied sarcastically. She gasped.

"Is it that obvious?" she whimpered.

I started laughing, and Jessica hit the birdie on my head.

I couldn't help it. The fact that she had a fake nose was awfully funny, and she admitted it…It was just too funny.

"Shut UP!" Lauren screeched. I just laughed harder.

"Ms. Swan! To the principal's office!"


"Twice in one day, Ms. Swan. I'm impressed."

Mr. Greene sat across from me for the second time that day. His hands were folded neatly on his desk, his prim mustache just the same as earlier.

"Really, Mr. G? I'm not. I'm unimpressed. I've done better. In fact, a few months ago -"

"I remember, Isabella." Mr. Greene sighed. "This isn't the first time you were uncontrollable in Gym. Why is it that you're constantly getting in trouble?"

"Well, you see, there's this mental disorder. It's called ADD. I don't have it. But my teachers think I do. I believe that my father has something to do with it, although I'm not positive. And so whenever I start laughing at something, or when I think deep, they send me here." I pursed my lips. "I don't think they know how to handle such a student like myself."

Mr. Greene looked at me like I had just told him I was from Mars.

"Isabella," he started. "Your father has nothing to do with your education. Your mother made that very clear. No one except your mother has ever done anything with documents about you and your schooling. Your teachers only want the best for you. They send you here so I can handle your impossibility to learn."

"I disagree with that last statement, sir. I am fully capable of learning anything I want to. Nothing here is even slightly interesting. Add in some music or something and I'd pay attention."

Mr. Greene rolled his eyes. "Bella, I'm giving you a two day suspension. Figure it out. Either go to another school, or stay here and deal with it. I expect you back on Friday. Goodbye, Ms. Swan, and get home now."

The bell rang at that moment.

"Bye, dude!" I yelled over my shoulder. I smiled.

Edward was waiting patiently at his Volvo. Whoa, fast walker?

"Hello, Edward," I said formally. He smiled.

"Greetings to you as well, Isabella. How might I help you on this fine day?" Edward asked.

"I need a ride, to my home, and you are the only one with an automobile. Might I have the fine honour of riding in your automobile?"

"Why not, dearest child?" Edward and I started laughing, and he opened the passenger side door for me.

"Thank you, kind sir," I said as he closed the door.

Edward got in, and started playing my favorite song, Claire de Lune.

"I love this song," I whispered. Edward turned to me, his eyes wide. "You know Debussy?"

"Yes," I answered. "Renee…she loves this song. She plays it a lot at home. Well…where I live. Not at your house."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Edward pulled a CD out from under the stereo player in his car. "Could you put this in?"

I nodded, grabbing the CD. I put it in, and played it. There was a beautiful song playing – I'd never heard it, but it was amazing.

"What is this?" I asked.

"I wrote this. It's Esme's favourite," he told me. I nodded, surprised.

"It's beautiful, Edward." I smiled.

"Bella…would you like to play twenty questions with me?"

"Sure," I answered, confused.

"Okay. You first."

I bit my bottom lip. "Okay. Um…who do you like at this school?"

"Someone," Edward answered evasively.

"Who?" I asked, heart dropping in the fact that he probably didn't like me.

"Someone," he repeated.

"Who is it? Specifically?"

Edward's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. His tendons stood out on his pale skin. "Bella, I don't want to tell you. Please accept that."

"I can't, I'm sorry."

Edward rolled his eyes. I smiled. "Fine. It's…"

"Who?!" I asked, getting over-excited.

"…No one you know…"

I sighed. "You're really not going to spill, are you?"


"Okay, your turn then," I said, defeated.

"What's your favourite colour?" Edward asked, looking at me for a split second.

"Gold," I told him, feeling my face get slightly warm. "You?"

"I'm going to go with brown."

"Why brown?" I asked, perplexed. "It's such a boring colour. I should know, I have brown hair and brown eyes."

"It's a warm colour. Beautiful if you get it the right shade," Edward admitted.

I smiled. "That's completely truthful, correct?"

"What else would it be?" Edward questioned softly. His beautiful voice was lower and husky, and even more delicious. I looked to see him staring at me intensely, his golden eyes serious. I started hearing my heart beat loud and clear. Oh, crap.


I turned back to looking at the road. "I don't know. Your turn again."

"Favourite book?"

"Wuthering Heights. Favourite music period?"

And so it went on. From favourite flower to most embarrassing moment, our game of twenty questions held far more than twenty questions.

We finally arrived at his beautiful home. "Edward…" I started. "I really want to tell you my story. But…today's not the day. I just want you to know."

Edward nodded. "Okay. And Bella?"

I looked up.

"I'll tell you my story when you tell me yours."

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