Disclaimer - I don't own Twilight or anything related. Only the plot came from my mind, and without Steph Meyer I wouldn't even have it.
Chapter Two.
BPOV
Jeff Hart exited the room to get back to the front office where he would undoubtedly flirt with Judy until his next class.
"I...uhh...I." I stuttered patheticly. I shut my mouth and took a deep breath through my nose to calm myself.
"Welcome to the class Mr Cullen." I finally managed to say.
"Here," Edward said, grabbing a roll of paper towels off a near-by shelf, "Let me help you with that."
He was by my side in almost an instant and cleaning up my coffee off of the floor.
I looked back up at the class and remembered Jodi had fainted. "Could somebody please escort Jodi to the nurses office?" I asked them.
A boy near the back got up and went to attend to Jodi, who was just now coming to. He helped her to stand and then they left the room.
By the time I looked back at Edward, he had already cleaned up the coffee and thrown away the paper towels. He was just standing their in the middle of the classroom staring at me with the most intense gaze that I had to remind myself to breathe.
I closed my eyes much like I once had in bioligy when we were in high school together, I just couldn't think properly when looking at him. And he knew it.
"Thank you for taking care of that, Mr Cullen. " I said quietly to him, "Please take a seat."
I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking everywhere but at him.
"Alright class," I called, "Where were we, before our interruption?" I sounded calm at least.
"Oh, yes." I quickly answered myself, "The classics we will be studying this semester." I saw Edward smile at this out of the conner of my eye. He knew my love for the classics.
"Who can tell me something about Wuthering Heights, who did not see the movie starring Ralph Fiennes...Or any other version for that matter." A few students chuckled at that.
Edward raised his hand. I sighed and looked over at him reluctantly.
"Yes, Mr Cullen, can you tell me what this story is about?" I said.
"Yes, Ma'am." He flashed my favorite crooked smile, and said, "It's a tale about Cathrine and Heathcliff, and their love for each other. Their both very stubborn anf proud. In the end, even though she loves Heathcliff more than she loves even herself, she decides to marry Edgar Linton for the money. She knew that should she marry Heathcliff, even though she loved him, they woud both be homeless and penniless, but if she married Edgar she could help Heathcliff financially." He stared directly into my eyes and said slowly as my heart beat heavily in my chest. "She thought it would be better for Heathcliff if she married Edgar, that's why even though she loved him, she left him. She wanted to protect him...'He's always, always in my mind,'" He quoted now, "'Not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being...'"
I got the feeling towards the end, that he wasn't talking about Cathrine and Heathcliff.
"Umm...Thank you, Mr Cullen." I said unsteadily.
The rest of class passed in a blur, mostly I just gave them a lecture about 1800s classics and we talked about the differences between Charlotte and her sister Emily Bronte, who both wrote timeless and enchanting story's.
"Your homework is to read the first chapter of Pride and Prejudice..." The bell rang just then and the class started to disperse. "Mr Cullen, please remain behind." I called over the buzz of students now leaving my classroom.
All too soon (or maybe it wasn't soon enough), the class was empty save two.
"Edward." I whispered, but I don't think my voice made any sound.
My hand came up to mouth as I tried to stifle my sobs.
"Oh, Bella." He was at my side in an instant. "Shh...Don't cry, Bella. Oh, please don't cry." He had me in the cold embrace of his arms now. I had forgotten just how wonderful it felt to be held by him. How cold he was, how good he smelled, how hard his skin was. I had forgotten just how perfect it felt to be in his arms.
"Oh, Bella. I'm so sorry. So very sorry.
EPOV
Alice had been blocking her thoughts from me for the past two weeks, and it was beginning to drive me insane. She had spent forty-eight hours of that singing the song that never ends in Latin. It was pure and utter torture. End of story.
We just moved to Ithica again. We had been here before about sixty years ago. Jasper and Alice hadn't been with us then, though.
We were starting High School today. It would be the first time I had so much as set foot in a school since I left Bella. In fact, the whole family practically had to beg just to get me to agree to this.
I was in my room, sulking. I did that a lot now. I was depressed. I drove Jasper crazy, but I just couldn't help it.
She's always, always on my mind. Not as a pleasure, anymore than I am always a pleasure to myself. But as my own being.
Emily Bronte's words from Wuthering Heights rang true in my head. Only I changed the 'he' to a 'she.'
I missed Bella like crazy. I always found myself wondering if I had done the right thing by leaving her. Was she happy? Maybe she was married...ugh...that would be awful and totally fair at the same time. After all, I am the one that left so that she clould lead a normal human life.
I want her to be happy. But I can't stand the thought of her being happy with anybody else.
Ugh! I'm such a selfish hypocrite.
Edward, it's time to go. I heard Alice's "voice" in my head. And then she went back to converting the 'Battle Hymn of the Republic' into Arabic.
What was she keeping from me?? It was maddening!
I sighed and got up off of the couch I had been lying on in my room.
Esme kissed my cheek on my way out. Oh, I hope he'll be okay. She thought.
All to soon we had arrived at the school. Jasper and Alice and I in the my Volvo and Emmett and Rosalie in her red BMW.
We got oot of our cars and made out way to the front entrance.
He looks awful. He left her, he needs to suck it up and get over it. She was just some human anyway. Rosalie's always spiteful thoughts had me grinding my teeth in frustration.
This was going to be a very, very long day. I could already tell.
