A/N: Upon advice from a wonderful reviewer, I'm working on having fewer POV's per chapter – I already had the first few written, but I did go back and separate them out a bit, and the next ones I write will be single POV, even if they have to be shorter chapters. Also, this story feels like it's getting off to a slow start, but I feel like I have to set it up a bit first. Jacob will be making an appearance soon.

EPOV

I accepted the class schedules from the harried secretary, explaining that our 'dad' couldn't leave work to be with us this morning. I distributed them to my daughter, wife and siblings and reminded everyone to be on their best behavior. I pretended not to see Emmett and Rosalie roll their eyes at me.

Already, my mind was being assaulted by the perverted thoughts of fellow students. Fighting the urge to growl at and possibly pummel some of the worst offenders, I grabbed Bella by the hand and hurried off to our first class.

I couldn't shake the ominous feeling I had developed since walking through the doors. I felt anxious, like something was about to happen. There was a lot of pressure on us right now to fly under the radar, so to speak, and not attract any undue attention. However, we'd certainly been in similar situations a time or two in the past, so I didn't think that was it. I tried to tell myself that I was just nervous for Renesmee, and tried to concentrate on the day ahead of me.

The first two classes of my day, English Lit and Advanced Chemistry weren't all that bad. Having Bella with me obviously helped, even though I was forced to listen to the perverted and at times graphic thoughts swirling around me.

"Um, Edward, you need to calm down." Bella whispered to me, gesturing toward the indent I'd made in the hard cover textbook I was holding. "We've been through this enough for you to realize that nothing anyone thinks or says makes a difference to me"

"I know, I know." I muttered back. I felt Bella's shield stretch into place then, as an amazing quiet settled over me. I smiled at her in appreciation. She winked back at me.

I couldn't wait for 3rd period, when I would have Renesmee in Music Theory with me. I saved her a spot and waited for her to arrive. The look on her face as she stepped lightly through the door told me that her day wasn't going as well as I'd hoped. Her face lit up briefly when she saw that I'd saved her a spot in the back next to me, but clouded back over a moment later.

In the few minutes we had before class started, I asked her how her morning had gone, but got little more than the basics out of her. She was also actively working at keeping me out of her head. We talked a little more about how Jasper made her laugh in French class 1st period, and how Emmett had to help get her locker unstuck, but I could tell she was deflecting. My little girl wasn't one to complain, but something was obviously bothering her. I decided to let it go for the time being, and try again at lunch or when we got home.

RPOV

OK, what's worse than overhearing a bunch of guys talking about how hot your mom was?

Oh, maybe walking into the bathroom and hearing a group of girls discussing various parts of your dad's anatomy.

Eeww.

I understand the whole 'vampire attraction – predator/prey thing', but hearing about it in detail was so not good for my psyche.

Aside from those disturbing experiences, my morning hadn't been all that bad. Starting out my day with Alice and Jasper in French class with me was nice – he helped me calm my mood and Alice and I had a good laugh, silently of course, at some of the mispronunciations by the teacher. By the end of class, I was feeling pretty confident about facing the rest of the day.

I met up with Emmett after class, which was good because my locker wouldn't open and his brute strength was just what I needed – unfortunately he broke the lock mechanism completely off. It doesn't show from the outside though, so I wasn't worried about it. I wasn't planning to keep much of value in there anyway. I walked with Emmett to our next class and, as I imagined, he kept me entertained throughout European History by giving me his rendition of the events we discussed.

I left to go onto 3rd period, promising to meet back with Emmett and everyone else for lunch afterward.

As I made my way downstairs toward the classroom, I picked up on a strange scent. It was familiar, but yet not…..It brought back a fuzzy recollection from my early childhood, and even though it wasn't exactly how I remembered, it was similar enough to cause a slow smile to cross my face. It quickly faded, however, when I realized how irrational it was to even recall that memory. It was made very clear to me that that part of my life was in the past, never to be revisited, and I'd made peace with the fact that it was just easier to go along with that.

Caught up in my head as I was, I lost track of where I was headed and asked a passing teacher how to get to the music room. She kindly pointed me to a room just down the hall, explaining it was just past the business and economics classroom I was standing in front of.

As I made my way, I quickly practiced the exercises my mom had taught me for blocking my thoughts. I didn't want my dad to have any idea what I had just been thinking about, knowing the constipated look that always crossed his face when I used to ask about that time in my life. I made my way into the room, determined once again to not let anything show.