ELEVEN

This is my entry for Child-Of-God13's contest, woohoo! Here it is!

Okay, so, before I start, I'm just going to set down a few things here... this is set AFTER Twilight! There is NO New Moon in this. Sorry, there just ain't. I think that's it for now... yeah... if you find anything confusing that I could explain better, or just plain liked the beginning of Eleven, REVIEW!

DISCLAIMER! I do NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT (See, it's not a double negative, either.) own Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, or Midnight Sun. I am not Stephenie Meyer, so, therefore, I do not own The Host either. That is my disclaimer for the entire story, so NO SUING!

Chapter one

Bella's Point of View (POV)

I reached up on the tips of my toes and kissed Edward lightly on the lips--fully aware and disappointed of the boundaries he refused to cross. He tensed when I didn't fall back on my feet. More than anything, I wanted to lock my arms around the back of his neck like my body urged me to, but I did not.

"You're beautiful, Bella." Edward said in his perfect voice as he pulled away. Carefully, I backed down to place my feet flat on the sidewalk. "I don't see why you choose to stay with me when you could be with someone better." Honestly, did he still think that there was someone better, or was he just playing Mr. Manners?

"No one's better than you," I paused and saw the reply about to escape Edward's lips. "And don't deny it." I added quickly. And it was true, no one, absolutely no one was more perfect than Edward. You could pay me a million dollars and I still wouldn't deny it. So why did he?

I stared into Edward's topaz eyes as he stared into my average human brown ones. The more I thought about it, the more offset I realized we were. Edward was a perfect god--he had the looks, the manners, everything--so why did he choose me?

"Hey Bella!" A voice called from behind us, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to see Mike rushing towards us. I hadn't noticed that the parking lot had already filled, when Edward and I had arrived, it had been empty except for the teachers cars.

"Hey," I said back as expected, but no where near as enthusiastic as Mike had been. Edward growled and I could only imagine what Mike could have been thinking. Instinctively, I reached for Edward's hand.

"Edward." Mike acknowledged coldly, nodding at Edward beside me.

"Mike," He returned politely, offering his hand, but Mike ignored it. Always playing the gentleman...

"So... Bella, I was wondering if you would maybe want to go to the movies with me tonight." I gawked at him. How dare he ask me on a date--in front of Edward. Did Mike have any shame at all?

I looked to Edward who was glaring at Mike--I didn't blame him, Mike had it coming. I turned back to Mike.

"Mike... I'm sorry but... I have a boyfriend, and he happens to be standing right next to me, right Edward?" Edward nodded and went to speak, but Mike had already started babbling again.

"I see what's going on, Bella." Again, I looked to Edward who rolled his eyes and squeezed my hand comfortingly. "You don't have to be afraid of him." He whispered, using his hand to make it so Edward couldn't see what he was saying. "May we speak in private?" Mike asked.

I knew better than to go somewhere with Mike--alone. Why couldn't he just take no for an answer? Eric had, Tyler had. Why didn't Mike?

Edward and I answered at the same time. "Absolutely not!" The words had rushed out of my mouth. "No." Edward had snarled. I expected Mike to look disappointed, but he kept a poker face.

He put his hands up as if in surrender. "I see, I see." He mumbled as he walked towards the main doors of Forks High School.

"What nerve..." I trailed off. Edward nodded.

"I really wish I couldn't read his mind." Edward said, shaking his head."

The warning bell rang and I realized that if we didn't leave for class soon, we would be late. "Come on, we better go." I said and started to walk forward, Edward's hand and mine still entwined.

We were late to our first class of the day, History with Mrs. Harting, but, luckily, Mrs. Harting wasn't present, either. The classroom was chaotic and loud--almost as if we were at a party.

Edward and I took our seats in the back of the room. "I wonder where Mrs. Harting is." I thought aloud, not really expecting an answer, but Edward spoke just after I did.

"She's coming down the hall now. There was a faculty meeting that ran later than expected so all the teachers are late to their classes." Well, as much as he hated it sometimes, I guess his mind reading power did come in handy.

I slid my back pack off of my shoulders, took a notebook out, and slid the bag underneath my desk. Normally I would have just carried the stuff around, but I had grown accustomed to carrying the full bag around.

"Alright class, settle down now." Mrs. Harting ordered in her do-what-you're-told-now-or-be-sent-down-to-the-principals-office tone of voice. The class quickly quieted down and everyone found their seats.

I opened my notebook and tore out a piece of paper. "Now class, who can tell me..." I quit listening, Mrs. Harting was just about as fun to listen to as... well, picture the sound you hate the most, yeah, listening to her is about as fun as that.

I hate this class. I wrote at the top of the paper and passed it to Edward inconspicuously. He read over my terrible handwriting then picked up his pen and began writing. When he was done, he passed it back to me while Mrs. Harting was looking in our direction, but, thanks to his vampire speed, she didn't see.

Just imagine having to go through this class more than once, trust me, Mrs. Harting isn't as bad as some of the other teacher's that I've had. I stared in awe at his script. Never did it cease to amaze me how perfect he was. In the time that I had written four words, Edward had written an entire paragraph in his own type of calligraphy. Life just couldn't seem to balance us out, could it?

I guess you're right--but that doesn't make me like this class any more than I did five minutes ago. I wrote, taking the first reply that came to my mind. I had to wait for Mrs. Harting to look away to pass the note to Edward again.

Mrs. Harting turned around to write something on the white board, something that I could probably have Edward teach me later in about two minutes while it took our teacher a whole class session.

Before she could even turn around again, the note fell on top of my fingers.

Silly Bella, well, your lucky, let's just say that, shall we? On a different subject, Alice is going to ask you to go shopping with her at lunch, apparently there's a new store in some mall in Port Angeles. Just thought I'd warn you. Ugh... I hate shopping, how could anyone ever come up with such a thing and then go and label it 'fun'?

I hate shopping. I wrote quickly and handed it to Edward just as Mrs. Harting turned in our direction.

"Isabella!" Mrs. Harting snapped. "Since you clearly seem so talented at multi-tasking, would you mind telling the class what happened on July 11, 1804?" I stared at her blankly, searching my head for the answer.

"Uh..." I trailed off. Great, now I sound stupid. "I don't know." I admitted, rather than make up some phony baloney and get laughed at. At the opposite end of the room, Lauren Mallory snickered. I bet she doesn't know the answer either...

"I see maybe that will teach you about note passing in my class, this is important stuff we're learning here..." I turned off my hearing towards her. Honestly, when would I use all this history when I was outside of school? Why did all the teachers think that their subject was so important. If a student hate math, they'll probably just follow a career path that doesn't involve difficult math.

"And how about you, Edward? Do you know what event occurred on July 11, 1804?" Mrs. Harting asked Edward. She was now standing between our desks, making it impossible for me to see Edward.

"The Vice President at the time mortally wounded former Treasury Secretary, Alexander Hamilton, during a pistol duel in New Jersey." Edward answered out of either memorization or straight from Mrs. Harting's mind.

"Well then, Isabella, would you please trade seats with..." Mrs Harting paused to look around the room. "Trade seats with Lauren." Lauren grinned from ear to ear as she picked up her binder and bounced over to my seat.

I stood up and grabbed my things, then made my way over to take Lauren's seat... great. Lauren sat next to Mike. Why did Forks have to have so few students?

After what seemed like ages, the bell rang and I zoomed--yes, zoomed--out of the class room, waiting just outside the door for Edward. Lauren stormed out of the class room just before Edward, I couldn't help but laugh.

"What was that about?" I asked as we made our way down the hall to our next class.

Edward looked down at me with a clueless expression on his face but then seemed to realize what I was referring to. "Oh, that. Lauren tried to pass notes with me like you did and I ignored it." I nodded. "How was sitting next to Mike?" He threw back at me.

I groaned. sitting next to Mike hadn't been pleasant either. "Nothing like sitting next to you. I stated as if it were obvious. And it was--to me at least, and every other girl who attended Forks High School--including the administrators.

"Right." Edward said, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I sighed, thinking to myself, if only this moment could last forever.

Yeah, I could end it there and have this be a one-shot, but then this wouldn't even have a shot at winning, and, I've also got a wicked plot developed for it! Want to take a stab at it? You'll never guess it, but go ahead and try!