Stephanie Meyer owns these incredible characters I'm just borrowing them for the time.

Okay guys sorry again for the cliffhanger. All will hopefully be explained here. We'll see. Please give me advice or comments if you have any.

BPOV

Suddenly Edward looked up at me. His face remained calm, but I could see underneath there was fear. The overpowering sense though was okay. He didn't look like he was going to come in and grab me from the table and take me away. The other man standing there glanced at me as well. His eyes were dark, but not red.

He looked like he was a vegetarian as well. But it was obvious that he hadn't eaten in awhile. I realized the self control he must be dealing with right at this very moment with all of the unsuspecting humans walking around them.

I thought about the days that I had been just some normal human who only knew of vampires in myths and legends. Things were much different than they had been about two years ago. I was now in love with a vampire. I knew for a fact that these myths, these legends, however inaccurate, still were based upon truth. I knew there was such a thing as a good vampire and I hoped that I was staring at not just one, but two of them right at this moment.

I chuckled to myself at the thought that only minutes ago Edward had been worried about a roommate while here outside the very café I sat at stood a vampire.

How had Edward not have immediately been notified of his thoughts? I would have to make sure to ask him about it when he returned. Then looking back out the window I realized they were gone.

Then upon this realization I felt a small tap on my shoulder. I looked up suddenly, already knowing who it was. Edward stood there with a slightly strained expression on his face.

"May I introduce you to a friend of mine, this is Oliver."

"Nice to meet you Oliver. How long will you be staying in town?" I hoped that I didn't come across as rude, but not all together worried if I had.

"I shall be in town for a few weeks. I heard that Edward here was going to Dartmouth again this year and thought I would come to remind him of the good times we used to have."

Oliver had a glorious voice. Not what I had expected, softer and gentler than a man's, but deeper and not as musical as the other vampires I had heard. It was more, seductive, but at the same time scarier. It was as if he was using his voice he used upon prey.

I truly hoped that wasn't the case. If he was then Edward would surely portray the fact that they were not normal. He would growl in an instance if I was in danger, but he remained silent. I took this as a good sign.

"Dartmouth again? Edward never mentioned going here before."

"Ah…I'm sure he was being much to modest to admit that he was one of their best students as well, but he most diffidently had a record. I wonder if they still have that around?"

"Certainly not Oliver, I doubt they would have kept any such records since the last time we were here."

"Oh, I'm not so sure, perhaps they use them as proof that none of their current students are as bad as they could be."

"Wait…hold on…now I'm curious. What did you two do that was so awful that they would still have kept records around for who knows how long?"

"It's quite a funny story actually…and it wasn't really me, I wouldn't want to steal any of Edwards glory…"

"How about we don't discuss this here. Bella darling, don't you have your campus tour in an hour?"

I sat there silently, glaring at Edward for interrupting a story I was greedily eager to hear. A quiet laugh came from Oliver while Edward sighed. They both could tell I was irritated by being kept out of the loop. Usually I avoided caring about being left out, but this truly was unfair. Who besides themselves could be kept in.

It was then I decided it didn't matter as much, if I had to I could always call Alice or Emmett, they would be willing to help my cause. Both boys could see my facial features change from irritation to amusement. I think it unsettled them a little bit, because I could see them having one of those silent conversations that Edward was so prone to.

Oliver glanced at me and quickly looked away, as if his one glance could reveal the entire mystery. I wondered if it could, I told myself to pay more attention to Oliver's actions. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. I eventually went back to my muffin. It was getting harder sitting out and I realized I was hungry. I quickly finished it and downed the rest of my coffee.

Edward had not said a word since preventing Oliver from telling me the secret of their years at Dartmouth. Yet, I couldn't help thinking that Edward was still anxious about getting us out of there.

Quickly I stood up, intending to break their silence, but in the process I tripped and my coffee mug shattered upon the ground. Oliver was suddenly stock still, completely and utterly still. I looked down to check myself for cuts, but I was left without a scratch. It was then I looked at Edward, his face showed shock and slight anger. I was worried that it was me, this conclusion seemed wrong because Edward was well aware of my clumsiness. It was then that I looked down at his legs.

Some of the mug had plunged itself into Edward's leg. It was impossible, a mug couldn't hurt Edward, I could have taken all of the mugs sharp pieces and tried to penetrate Edward's granite skin with no avail. So why was this plain mug capable of breaking through Edwards skin.

I glanced at Edwards eyes. He seemed fine again, but his quick sideways glance at Oliver left me wondering what was going on.

A young women came from behind the counter to help clean up. Edward bent over quickly and pulled the mug fragment out.

"Here, let me help you with that, might I ask who spilled?"

"Uhh…I did. I tend to be a little accident prone. I'm sorry about the mug and the mess."

I was truly to distracted to care about either. All of my focus was upon Edward and Oliver. There was something wrong with the way they both were acting. It wasn't as if Edward had bled, Edward couldn't bleed, and yet a piece of ceramic wasn't supposed to be able to do any damage to Edward either and it had.

Edward grabbed my hand and picked up my jacket from the table and led me out to the street. He must know that he wouldn't get out of an explanation that easily. Within three feet of the café I tried to come to an abrupt stop.

It would do no good to yell at him now, he was much to quick and strong for me to stop, for anybody to stop. Yet I tried anyways. I was amazed when he staggered against my sudden weight shift.

He looked as annoyed as I felt. He glared over at Oliver who stood directly behind me and quickly glanced down. He wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Edward…?"

"Yes Bella."

"Edward I do believe you owe me an explanation on why a piece of a mug could break through your skin when…"

"Bella please…don't make me explain this here. We'll go back to my dorm and I'll explain everything."

"Promise?"

"Yes Bella, I promise."

"Okay then."

With that we were on our way to Edward's dorm room. I looked behind me and noticed that Oliver continued to trail behind.

"Edward is Oliver coming too?"

"Bella, my love, we will explain everything when we get there, for now please just pay attention to walking. I can't afford you falling anymore for now."

And then he was on his way, not bothering to explain his sudden annoyance in my clumsiness.

Okay guys, yes I know that I left you with more questions than the ones you started with. I will try to write the next chapter quickly. Review please and tell me what you think.