Okay, there are a few things to be said before we start this story off. First, I do not own any of the books in the Twilight series. Secondly, this is a sister story to Bitten, by Prototypical Nonconformist. Her story is also titled 'Bitten' and is in Bethany's point of view. I highly recommend you read hers first. Thirdly, I will post chapters at PN does, so if she updates, that means I will be soon. This story is in Edward's point of view. I hope you enjoy this!

I play with the tag on the scruff of my jacket. There really is no point to me wearing it, since I can't really feel the cold, but I figure it would keep people from wondering. I look down at Bella who is resting her head on my chest, catching a few extra minutes of sleep before Alice gets us to school. I can see Alice looking at us from the front seat, her eyes full of amusement. They're all so happy that I found Bella. Of course, I'm not really one to complain…

I glance at the clock when Alice pulls into the parking lot. We have a few minutes to spare, so I decide to let Bella sleep. She looks like an angel when she's sleeping, and I also can make sure she's not about to walk into a death trap when she's unconscious. Alice gives a little wave and a smile before she gathers her books from the front seat and walks off into the pouring rain.

I watch as a figure with curly blonde hair rushes towards the math building. From the looks of it, it's probably that Bethany girl who I sit next to in math. I've never much cared for her, but her thoughts are quite interesting, especially in the middle of a boring math lesson. I notice she has no jacket and I roll my eyes at her stupidity.

Gently, I wake Bella. She slowly awakens and rubs the sleep away. I notice the black rings under her eyes and the paleness of her skin. She almost looks like me, I observe with quite a bit of amusement, but she's probably getting sick.

"Bella," I coo, stroking her hair, "Do you feel okay? You look a little sick to me."

Bella nods lazily and yawns. "I'm fine," She mutters.

She kisses me lightly on the cheek and rushes through the rain to her class. I watch her for a moment, making sure she doesn't collapse on the way, which is perfectly plausible for Bella. When she enters the right building, I collect my own supplies and make my way to the math room. Math is the only class where the lessons have been set in stone for the past hundred years, so I already know all of the criteria, which results in a very boring hour.

I notice that Bethany and her friend, Madeline I think, are swarming around my desk. They both look up when I enter and then Madeline leaves, but not without a disappointed look from Bethany. I quickly sit down at my desk, slip my jacket onto the back of the chair, and brace myself for another boring math lesson.

Noticing that she's not her usual, peppy self, I say, "Hello, Bethany,"

I've said the same thing to her every day for the past few months, but this time, she simply ignores me. Is this the same girl who has basically shoved 'good mornings' down my throat for the past few months?

Not even five minutes into the class I notice as Bethany pulls out a sketchbook and absorbs herself in that, rather than math. Smart girl. I also notice that she's shivering quite violently. Now she's a stupid girl, forgetting her jacket like that. Was she so suicidal that she wanted to kill herself via pneumonia?

I discreetly tug my jacket off the back of my chair so the senile teacher doesn't notice and offer it to Bethany. "You're going to get hypothermia."

"I'm fine," She insists strongly, and I see her trying to suppress a spasm of shivers.

Why did girls never admit they were sick? What was it, some kind of unspeakable crime to be ill?

She looks up momentarily and I notice her lips are just a little darker than her eyes. "Your lips are turning blue," I say, forcing the jacket into her hands. If she's going to die, it's not going to be on my watch.

Mumbling incoherently, she takes the jacket and puts it on.

Smart girl.

If he wasn't so damn attractive, I would honestly hate Edward Cullen. Bethany's thoughts never fail to entertain me.

I try to laugh quietly, but I think she hears me anyway.

"What? What's so funny?" She asks, confirming my suspicions.

"Nothing." I reply quickly, forcing myself to stop laughing. However, I continue to probe her current thoughts. Hey, this is, after all, math class.

I can tell she's thinking about Bella and me, and then I hear her think, I will never be as wonderful as Bella because Bella is perfect.

"Hardly," I mumble to myself. Bella? Perfect? Of course not! That's why I love her so much. It's her imperfections that make her so cute.

I decide I've invaded Bethany's mind enough for now, so I decide to visit someone else's mind. I concentrate on the thoughts of Mr. K, the teacher. Images of Mr. K punching that one obnoxious kid who sits in the front smack in the jaw come to my mind. I think his name is Nick something-or-another. I also think he's Greek. I try to keep my laughter to myself, so as to not have to explain what is so funny again.

I almost drift to find Bella's mind, but then stop, remembering I can't read Bella's. Instead, I focus on that Nick kid.

Boobs.

I notice the drool running down his chin and shudder. Disgusting.

Repulsed, I switch over to another obnoxious loudmouth- one Victor.

I cannot believe the nightmare I had last night. We were dirt poor! Not like now, with all my money. Money, money, money, I love money. I wish I could marry money. I wonder what the kids would look like… Ew, do I even want kids? They're so gross. Am I even capable of having kids? Maybe I'm gay. Hey, you know who would have pretty kids? That Edward guy. He could marry the ugliest girl in the world and still have beautiful kids. Boy is he dreamy. If I could get my hands on a piece of him…

An even larger spasm of shivers shoot through my body. I did NOT need to hear that. At all. It feels like I need to scrub my brain.

Scared of what else I'm going to find in this class of masculine perverts, I actually decide to pay attention to math for the first, and hopefully last, time.

However, not even halfway through the class, I get bored again. So, cautiously, I go back to Bethany, who's still drawing. Soothing swirls of color shoot through my brain. I lick my lips as pieces of candy go dancing by. What the hell is she DRAWING? I glance over to answer my question and see a picture of a girl with candy colored hair.

Through the rest of class, I keep reading Bethany's thoughts. When the bell rings, I'm wishing I was human again so I could have some candy. I'm hungry, what can I say?

I go to leave, but Bethany catches me and extends my jacket towards me.

"Oh, you can keep it," I reassure. It's not like I need the damn thing anyway.

"But then you're going to get hypothermia." She insists.

"Don't worry, I won't. I promise." It's kind of hard for a vampire to get sick.

A look that almost says Well-okay-if-you-say-so-but-I'm-still-not-too-happy-about-this-and-you-better-not-die-because-I-have-your-jacket comes to her face and I can't help but think she's cute.

I exit the room several moments after her, and make my way to my next class, frowning. Bethany is cute, I can't deny that, but what about Bella? My Bella? The Bella who I'd do anything for. For the second time that day, it feels like my brain needs scrubbing. No, bleaching this time. To whitewash my slight attraction to Bethany away.

With a deep breath, I decide to skip social studies. I also decide not to go find Bella. I needed some time to think. Maybe I could find a brain scrubber somewhere. Or maybe I could just drink a bottle of bleach. I am quite partial to both as of now.

The rain has lightened to a drizzle, and I take a seat at a damp, molding picnic table. I search around minds for a while, trying to find an interesting thought to keep me occupied.

Surprisingly enough, Mike's is the choice of the hour. My stomach flip-flops when I realize what he's thinking.

Who's jacket is this? Edward Cullen's…? Oh god, not again. First Bella, and now Bethany. She did say he offered it to her, and she didn't ask. Maybe I'm just overreacting. Well, I'll let it go for now. But if I see them together once again…

His thought trails, and I cut off. This is all my fault. Everyone knows how well Bethany and Mike go together, and I might have just screwed everything up. I hear footsteps squish nearby in the wet ground and I look up. Mike is coming this way. I recompose myself and stare at him.

There's the bastard right now! I hear him think, and I snarl quietly.

"Cullen." He acknowledges.

"Newton."

"Did you give your jacket to my girlfriend this morning?" He asks.

"Yes," I answer.

"Don't you need it?"

I glare at him. "I was trying to help her out. What, do you want Bethany to freeze to death?"

Mike glares right back. "Well, no…"

"Then I was doing you a favor."

"Just don't let it happen again." Mike sneers, walking off.

I chuckle. Ha, stupid Mike. I really cannot understand what Bethany sees in him. But if she sees something, than I guess that's alright. As long as there's something.

I raise my head to the sky and let the raindrops fall down my skin. I hear a little voice sing raindrops keep falling on my head and I hum along. The bell rings, and I see Bella running towards me. Her smile is contagious, and I smile back, forgetting all of my problems for the time being.