Real Women Have Curves (Twilight AU-Human)

Chapter 8: Punishment

B POV

Things went from bad to worse after I dominoed the other kids in line into Tanya. She proceeded to scream at me, then Edward, then hit Tyler Crowley with a cup of ravioli thus starting the only food fight I have been involved in, let alone helped to originate.

I entered into an accidental oath with Edward and was saluted to by Emmett and Jasper as though I was some respected General during my own personal walk of shame.

Detention I expected. However to be let off without having to clean up the mess was inexcusable. I was the reason the first bowl of pudding was thrown, it may not have left my hand, but it was because of my actions. I was not going to let myself off easy. I insisted on helping to clean, which also indirectly led to Tanya and Tyler being forced to clean as well.

As all four of us enter the cafeteria the smell of food and cleaning agent blasts our sense of smell. Edward reels back a tiny bit and Tanya full out plugs her nose and coughs. The janitors spot us, shake their heads and turn back to their mops and brooms. A few teachers who don't have fifth period classes are helping out too.

I take a breath and walk up to Frank, the janitor that had given us the towels in Mrs. Denali's office.

"What can I do to help?" I set my jaw.

"Well, I suppose you can help wipe up the walls seeing as how all the brooms and mops in the building are currently being used." He wipes his brow and smiles. "The buckets are in the kitchen towards the back, next to the sinks. Grab one and fill it about halfway with water. There is a large bottle of Pinesol, make sure you put a little of that in the bucket and grab a few rags. You two," he points to Edward and I, "can start on that wall over there." He moves his finger to a large wall that could have very well been an art mural made of food. There was grape juice, ravioli, applesauce, soda, pudding, what looked like split pea soup and who knows what else splattered all across the wall.

I nod my head and walk towards the kitchen door that had served as a shield for Edward and I. I make a bee line for the buckets and begin filling one up.

"You know," Edward muses, "you didn't have to volunteer to clean up."

"I know," I answer flatly. "But I already owe you for one thing, I don't want to owe you more than that." I flip my head in his direction and glare at him. He must think it's funny because he smiles and chortles a little.

"I'm not gonna let that go," he states.

My bucket is half full and I proceed to put a little Pinesol in it and grab a couple rags. I leave him to finish filling his bucket and head to the wall.

Tanya and Tyler are both wearing elbow length gloves. Tanya is holding a large garbage sack, her body arched as far as possible from the entrance of the bag as Tyler picks up styrofoam cups, boats, sporks, soda cans, juice boxes, ziploc bags and paper bags that have been discarded or used as weapons.

I stand in front of the wall and look from one end to the other. Well I guess the middle is just as good a place as any to start considering the whole wall is evenly covered. I soak my first towel, bend on my knees and start from the floor up.

Edward approaches, takes a spot about five feet away from me and begins scrubbing as well.

We work in silence for a bit until he clears his throat. I look over to see that he's staring at me.

"Yes?" I ask a bit unnerved.

"Well," he starts, "I wanted to speak to you about what I originally approached you about."

"Okay." I agree as I turn back to the wall. I can talk and work at the same time.

"Well," he begins again, "Alice told me that you have agreed to go to the game with her and Rose. I was wondering if that's true."