Chances are the chapter will be up before most of you read this, but for my late night (or early morning depending on where you are) readers here you go.
“Miss Swan can I ask why you’re are not wearing a shirt.”
“You sure can sir. The whore bag of a person who is sitting in the tunnel right now has it.”
He leaned forward and sniffed. “Have you been drinking?”
“Define drinking,” I stumbled and almost fell.
“Woah…” Edward said, catching me again.
“Miss Swan I’ve about had it up to here with you,” Principal whatever his name is said.
“Well Captain you aren’t a very tall man,” I stammered.
“Bella stop talking,” Edward said softly.
“No!” I tried to pry myself from his arms.
“Miss Swan I’m putting you on a 3 day suspension. I would recommend that you take a serious look at the path you’re headed down and make some better decisions.”
“Well you need to make some better wardrobe decisions sir. That suit looks like it was born in the stone age.”
“You’re done here Swan. I’ll call your father to come pick you up.”
Oh shit. Call the cops. Bella Swan is drunk.
“Sir that isn’t necessary. I’ll take her home. I take full responsibility for her.” Edward grabbed firm hold of my shoulders.
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