Chapter 1: Mr. Smith goes camping.

BPOV

“Everybody, on the bus! We don’t have all day!” Mr. Smith said and hopped on the bus. I sighed, took my bad and started to walk towards the bus. Our (stupid, stupid, stupid…) teacher, Mr. Smith decided that our class, our class, out of all classes, should go on a camping trip. Camping! Why don’t you just throw me over a cliff and the job is done. It’s not that I don’t like camping, but me, in a forest, for one week is not really a good idea. I trip on everything (mostly my own feet) and got no direction sense, what so ever.

The trip doesn’t get any better that I don’t have any friends. All the girls are super bimbos that only got one goal: Edward Cullen. He moved down from Alaska, 1 week ago. All the girls follow him around, but he just ignores them. I wonder why? Maybe he got a secret girlfriend? Nah, he’s probably just gay.

On his first day, something strange happened. When he saw me for the first time, and I him, a huge grin appeared on his face and he went over to me and started to talk to me like we were best buddies. When I asked him if I knew him, his grin disappeared. He just said, ‘eh, Bella, don’t you remember?’ when I answered that this was the first time I met him, he just walked away, mumbling, ‘one day you’ll remember’ under his breath. I still don’t know what I am supposed to remember. I didn’t get this guy…

Anyway, go camping a week in the woods with our class without any friends is gonna be great! I hope I will get any time to read out there…

“Stacy, we’re leaving without you if you don’t get on the bus within 5 minutes, 5!” Mr. Smith called through the open bus window. “MY NAME IS BELLA!! I screamed, but I knew he didn’t listen. I sighed again. He’s just saying that. I would be thrilled if they decided to leave me behind, but knowing Mr. Smith, he would probably just hunt me down until I was sitting tied to one of those bus seats. I walked over to the bus and put my bag into the luggage space. Everybody was already sitting in the bus when I got in. I walked down to the seats in the back of the bus, were all the boys in our class sat, and sat down in a seat behind them, none of them usually bothered when I did, and started to read one of my favorite books, Romeo & Juliet. But I didn’t get to read for long. After 2 minutes, all the girls started squealing and giggling. I knew what this meant: Edward has entered the bus. Yay…

“Edward, why don’t you sit over here?” Jessica, the leader of the ridicules, little gang they had, said with a voice that made me want to puke. How could you be so false?? “No, Eddie wants to sit over here, right?” another super false girl, Lauren, Jessica’s right hand said and I suppressed a laugh. Who would like to sit next to a girl with so much make up, her face looks 3 cm thicker? Not me. Edward looked at the 2 girls and gave them a friendly smile, or so it looked.

“I’m sorry ladies, but I’ve rather jump over a cliff then sit next to you.” He said and started to walk towards the back of the bus and a few people gasped, otherwise, the bus was completely quiet.

W-O-W… he finally snapped… good for him. I got my attention back to the book and started reading, only for 10 seconds though, because suddenly, somebody tapped my shoulder. I looked up from my beloved book and found a pair of emerald green eyes, staring at me.

“I’m sorry Bella, do you mind if I sit here?” Edward asked politely and pointed at the empty seat next to me. I heard a few more gasps. “Sure, I don’t mind.” I said uninterested, and began to read my book again. What ever bet he’s in, I feel sorry for him. After a few minutes, the bus started moving and everybody began to talk again. Time past and Edward still sat in the seat next to me. I didn’t think much of it though; I was too interested in my book. I don’t know how many times I’ve read this book, but every time I finish it, I still love it as much as I did the last time I read it. “what are you reading?” Edward asked suddenly. I jumped in surprise by the sound of his voice and looked up into those green eyes again. I didn’t see that one coming. I only thought the bet was to sit next to me, not to talk to me.

“Eh, Romeo & Juliet?” I answered, but it sounded more like a question. I was just so surprised and confused that he was talking to me. Nobody ever did. Except for him…

“Oh, really? That’s a great book, I’m a big fan of Shakespeare myself.” He said and a crooked grin appeared on his face. What? Hold on a minute. What the hell?? What kind of bet was this exactly? “I’m sorry, but whatever bet you’re in, you can go and tell your little buddies that you’ve won. I’m not up for your little charades today.” I said, took my book, stood up and walked past him to a pair of seats on the other side of the bus, but when I stood in the aisle, a hand caught my wrist and yanked me backwards. I prepared for the fall and closed my eyes in the process. I’ve fallen a dozen o times, this was no difference. I waited for the collusion with the floor, but to my surprise, I fell into something softer then the floor: a human being. I opened my eyes and there he was: Edward Cullen. And I was lying in his lap.

“There is no bet, why would it be? I came here on my own accord.” He said and gave me a crooked smile. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I made you fall, but I didn’t want you to leave.” I started at him in disbelief. Was he serious? Why would he want me to stay with him? “w-w-w-why?” I was able to choke up and looked at him with wide eyes. He stared back at me and smiled even more. “You silly girl, because I like you, that’s why.” aha, I see… wait, WHAT THE HELL?!? First, he comes and sit next to me, me, out of all people, and starts to talk to me about books, Shakespeare to be exact, and then he pulls me into his lap, tells me not to run, and that he likes me? I’m not following.

“I’m sorry, what?” I said and my voice went 5 octaves up. I didn’t think it was humanly possible, but his smile grew even bigger. “I’m saying that I want to be your friend. I’m gonna try to say this without sounding like a 5 year old; would you like to be friends with me?” he asked in a childish voice and looked at me with puppy eyes. That’s when I started laughing. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but you really didn’t succeed; you do sound like a 5 year old.” I said and gave him a apologetic smile and tried to sound like I was sorry, which I wasn’t.

“Well dang! I guess I should’ve thought this through I bit more. So, what do you say, friends?” he asked and held out a hand. Hmm… be friend with a gay person… it’s not that I’m a racist, witch I’m not, but I don’t really trust him. (Not because he’s gay, I just don’t trust him, that’s all) but one friend, false or not, couldn’t be that bad, could it? I guess not, so I took his hand and shook it. “sure, friends.” I said and gave him a small smile.