Mike Newton on his favorite subject (himself)
Title: Mike Newton on his favorite subject (himself)
Characters/Pairings: Mike Newton, Bella, Edward, Edward/Bella implied
Word count: 871
Rating: PG-13 (use of the f word *gasp*
Spoilers?: If you've read Twilight you're golden. not to mention totally awesome
Timeline: The day Mike tries to ask Bella to the dance
Mike Newton likes to think of himself as a nice guy. He’s courteous to old ladies, even the ones who try to pinch his cheeks, he’s never once kicked a puppy and he always eats his vegetables, even if they’re cauliflower. All in all, Mike Newton is a pretty good catch, if he says so himself. Still, as he gazes at Bella Swan from across the cafeteria table it really seems like a nice guy can’t catch a break.
Jessica asked him to the dance this morning, and while he admires her courage, he still tells her he’ll think about it. Jessica is a nice girl and all, but she’s no Bella Swan. Bella Swan is a puzzle to Mike. A really, really hot puzzle.
He walks with her to Biology everyday and everyday he revels a little bit in the jealous stares he gets from some of the guys. Mike Newton is not a bragger, but he’s gotta admit it’s pretty chill that he’s walking down the hall with the hottest girl in school. He is about to spontaneously combust because he’s so damn anxious for her to ask him to the dance. He’s actually wondering what has taken her so long. It’s been almost five hours and she hasn’t asked him yet. He’s extremely impressed with her self-control. Not many girls can resist the Newton charm, his mom can totally attest to that.
When they reach the Biology classroom and she still hasn’t asked him to the dance, he starts to get a little worried. They silently walk into the classroom and then he sees him. Cullen. The freaking white elephant in the room. He’s just sitting there, being his Cullen self, quiet and evasive. As Bella situates herself in her seat, Mike notices that she flicks her eyes toward Cullen for just an instant and he knows it’s a lost cause. Bella will never ask him to the dance. She’s too far gone on a guy who saved her life. What is it with guys with a Savior complex? He wishes that they could just go back to when Cullen was gone and Mike was the knight in shining armor who helped her with volleyball.
He takes his usual position on top of her desk and looks down at his shoes for a minute, hating that he has to even bring it up.
“So, uh, Jessica asked me to the spring dance.”
“That’s great.” Bella smiles and Mike wants to kill himself. Great? What’s so great about Jessica Stanley? “You’ll have a lot of fun with Jessica.”
Fun? He’ll have a lot of fun with Jessica. That’s the best she can come up with. Maybe all this happiness is her way of covering up her jealousy, maybe she’s just trying to be a good friend. He tries again.
“Well,” he pauses, trying to think fast. “I told her I had to think about it.”
“Why would you do that?” Bella’s facial expression says it all, she’s definitely not happy about this answer.
He feels the red hot flush of embarrassment come over his face. “I was wondering if…” He trails off, knowing already what her answer is going to be. “Well if you might be planning to ask me.”
He wants to kill Cullen at this moment, because he sees the slight swivel of his hair, and he knows that Cullen is reveling in his humiliation. He tries to look intently into Bella’s eyes, trying to compel a positive answer out of her.
“Mike, I think you should tell her yes.”
He’s furious. Furious at Jessica for asking him in the first place, furious at Bella for her natural perfection and furious at Edward freaking Cullen for being there to witness every single minute of this rejection. Obviously someone has already gotten the pleasure of being asked to the dance by Bella, and he wants to tear the guy from limb to limb. For the first time in his life, Mike Newton is overcome with jealousy.
“Did you already ask someone?”
Her shock at his audacity is apparent. “No, I’m not going to the dance at all.”
And with those words he sees all chances of dancing with Bella Swan suddenly evaporate. “Why not?”
“I’m going to Seattle that Saturday.”
She’s lying, he can tell, and he still sees a glimmer of hope for some dancing action. “Can’t you go some other weekend?”
He’s convinced that he’s found the solution to her problem. Eliminate time conflict and that means Mike-Bella action. That is, until she delivers the final blow. “Sorry, no. So you shouldn’t make Jess wait any longer - it’s rude.”
He wants to fight for her, to just reach over and throttle Edward Cullen, to show that Mike Newton is a tough guy. But instead he just slinks back to his desk, to where his frizzy haired partner is sitting, eagerly awaiting the lecture from Mr. Banner. When he’s sure Bella isn’t looking he looks at her table once more. It seems that Cullen has her in a staring contest, and he can’t help but notice that Bella’s never once looked at him that way.
That’s when Mike Newton realizes something. Nice guys finish fucking last.
Characters/Pairings: Mike Newton, Bella, Edward, Edward/Bella implied
Word count: 871
Rating: PG-13 (use of the f word *gasp*
Spoilers?: If you've read Twilight you're golden. not to mention totally awesome
Timeline: The day Mike tries to ask Bella to the dance
Mike Newton likes to think of himself as a nice guy. He’s courteous to old ladies, even the ones who try to pinch his cheeks, he’s never once kicked a puppy and he always eats his vegetables, even if they’re cauliflower. All in all, Mike Newton is a pretty good catch, if he says so himself. Still, as he gazes at Bella Swan from across the cafeteria table it really seems like a nice guy can’t catch a break.
Jessica asked him to the dance this morning, and while he admires her courage, he still tells her he’ll think about it. Jessica is a nice girl and all, but she’s no Bella Swan. Bella Swan is a puzzle to Mike. A really, really hot puzzle.
He walks with her to Biology everyday and everyday he revels a little bit in the jealous stares he gets from some of the guys. Mike Newton is not a bragger, but he’s gotta admit it’s pretty chill that he’s walking down the hall with the hottest girl in school. He is about to spontaneously combust because he’s so damn anxious for her to ask him to the dance. He’s actually wondering what has taken her so long. It’s been almost five hours and she hasn’t asked him yet. He’s extremely impressed with her self-control. Not many girls can resist the Newton charm, his mom can totally attest to that.
When they reach the Biology classroom and she still hasn’t asked him to the dance, he starts to get a little worried. They silently walk into the classroom and then he sees him. Cullen. The freaking white elephant in the room. He’s just sitting there, being his Cullen self, quiet and evasive. As Bella situates herself in her seat, Mike notices that she flicks her eyes toward Cullen for just an instant and he knows it’s a lost cause. Bella will never ask him to the dance. She’s too far gone on a guy who saved her life. What is it with guys with a Savior complex? He wishes that they could just go back to when Cullen was gone and Mike was the knight in shining armor who helped her with volleyball.
He takes his usual position on top of her desk and looks down at his shoes for a minute, hating that he has to even bring it up.
“So, uh, Jessica asked me to the spring dance.”
“That’s great.” Bella smiles and Mike wants to kill himself. Great? What’s so great about Jessica Stanley? “You’ll have a lot of fun with Jessica.”
Fun? He’ll have a lot of fun with Jessica. That’s the best she can come up with. Maybe all this happiness is her way of covering up her jealousy, maybe she’s just trying to be a good friend. He tries again.
“Well,” he pauses, trying to think fast. “I told her I had to think about it.”
“Why would you do that?” Bella’s facial expression says it all, she’s definitely not happy about this answer.
He feels the red hot flush of embarrassment come over his face. “I was wondering if…” He trails off, knowing already what her answer is going to be. “Well if you might be planning to ask me.”
He wants to kill Cullen at this moment, because he sees the slight swivel of his hair, and he knows that Cullen is reveling in his humiliation. He tries to look intently into Bella’s eyes, trying to compel a positive answer out of her.
“Mike, I think you should tell her yes.”
He’s furious. Furious at Jessica for asking him in the first place, furious at Bella for her natural perfection and furious at Edward freaking Cullen for being there to witness every single minute of this rejection. Obviously someone has already gotten the pleasure of being asked to the dance by Bella, and he wants to tear the guy from limb to limb. For the first time in his life, Mike Newton is overcome with jealousy.
“Did you already ask someone?”
Her shock at his audacity is apparent. “No, I’m not going to the dance at all.”
And with those words he sees all chances of dancing with Bella Swan suddenly evaporate. “Why not?”
“I’m going to Seattle that Saturday.”
She’s lying, he can tell, and he still sees a glimmer of hope for some dancing action. “Can’t you go some other weekend?”
He’s convinced that he’s found the solution to her problem. Eliminate time conflict and that means Mike-Bella action. That is, until she delivers the final blow. “Sorry, no. So you shouldn’t make Jess wait any longer - it’s rude.”
He wants to fight for her, to just reach over and throttle Edward Cullen, to show that Mike Newton is a tough guy. But instead he just slinks back to his desk, to where his frizzy haired partner is sitting, eagerly awaiting the lecture from Mr. Banner. When he’s sure Bella isn’t looking he looks at her table once more. It seems that Cullen has her in a staring contest, and he can’t help but notice that Bella’s never once looked at him that way.
That’s when Mike Newton realizes something. Nice guys finish fucking last.