Hello guys. By demand, I have updated. Grovel at my feet. Lol just kidding XD

What happened yesterday kept repeating in my mind like record. It ruined my soiled mood, and it hanged over me like a bad omen. Even Charlie noticed. And I wish he didn't.

"Stop moping. You got to get ready for school." Charlie's tone meant to sound energetic, but it came off as mean. That's Charlie for you. I looked at him vaguely, and stuck my tongue out at him. He smiled gruffly. I looked at my cell phone, and groaned at the time. The bus should be coming soon.

"I don't want to go to school. Can I stay home?" I batted my eyes cutely at Charlie, trying to come off at the adorable teenage daughter. It didn't work.

"No. You know you need to go to school. So get your bag, and we can start heading out." Charlie rolled his eyes, and grabbed the keys to his cruiser. I stood up, and walked out the front door.

"There's no way I'm riding in that criminal transporter, I'll take the bus." Charlie laughed at my words, and I hugged him good bye. I saw the yellow bus start to drive down my street, and I quickly ran to the beginning of my drive way. It stopped in front of me.

"Bye dad!" I waved, and Charlie waved back. Then I got on the bus.

Finding my classes was easy. It was the easiest task of my day. What wasn't easy was when I had to stand up and introduce myself to the class. I rubbed my arm, and looked around the class the entire time I talked.

"Hello. I'm Isabella Swan, but call me Bella." I said quietly. The class was silent, except for when the teacher told me to sit down. I walked to an empty seat in the back, and started on my class work. There was a blond haired boy sitting next to me, with a serious look on his face. He had hard, glinting blue eyes, and a very handsome face. His blond hair went to his ears, in soft ringlet curls. He looked at me quickly, and then turned to look at the board. I tried not to stare at him, but it was hard. He was gorgeous; a very masculine aura swirled around him. He radiated danger, just like Edward. My head shot up, and I looked around the class. Maybe Edward is in my class, we are in the same grade. I looked at every face...but no Edward. I sighed, and continued writing.

"Looking for someone?" A deep voice asked me, and I looked up. The blond was staring at me, his hard eyes slightly soft. My eyes widened, and I felt blood rush to my face. Why was this boy talking to me?

"Y-yes...but he's not here." I answered quietly, not looking him in the eyes. He smiled at my discomfort, and held out his hand.

"I'm Jasper. Jasper Hale. And you're Bella." I smiled at him, and shook his hand. He held on to it a little longer than normal, and I blushed at that.

"Nice to meet you, Jasper." I almost giggled, that would have been embarrassing. He nodded, and let go of my hand. He turned back to the board again, and his eyes grew hard. I sighed and continued to scribble on my paper. What a weird boy.

I stretched, rubbing my eyes tiredly. It's the last period of the day, and I have never been grateful. I walked into class rather quickly, and sat in an empty seat. Let's get this over with. I laid my head down, drifting to sleep, when I heard the classroom door open. I didn't think much of it, until I heard the teacher speak.

"Ahh. Late again, Edward. How surprising." The teacher's tone was snotty. I looked up, and stared at the boy I've been looking for. Edward. His hair was tousled, beautifully wild. He had the same bored look again, and he rolled his eyes at the teacher. Edward then started to walk to his seat...the seat next to me. My heart sped up, and I hid my face with my thick hair. He sat down next to me, and didn't say a word. I peered at him through my hair, and watched his face. He had a blank look on his face, and he didn't look at me.

"Edward." I whispered, trying to get his attention. He looked at me...and frowned. His bored eyes searched my face, and his mouth opened.

"I thought that was a dream." He muttered. My face scrunched up in confusion.

"What dream?" I asked. He looked guilty for a second, but then his face went blank again.

"I thought seeing you was a dream. And I hoped it was. But I guess it wasn't." He said it in a remorseful tone, sounding like he didn't want to see me for real.

"You didn't want seeing me to be true? Why?" I asked quietly, my face filled with hurt. He didn't answer my question. He looked away, and ignored me. For the rest of the period, we didn't talk. I would try, but then chicken out. And when the bell rang, signaling the time to go home, Edward walked out the class. Without looking back, without saying good bye. I watched him leave, and then collected my stuff. What happened to him? The Edward I knew would never act like this. But this isn't the Edward I used to know, and I wonder why.

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