AN: Here we go, chapter two. I hope you enjoy it. Jacob makes a brief appearance.

Angela watches me stuff my face like a savage while she delicately eats in a lady-like manner. We're sitting on my bed, sorting through the stack of paper sent from the office this morning. We sit in comfortable silence, working through the sheets of information. Right now we're going through my class timetable marking off which classes we have together. We have English, Art, History, and PE together, four out of eight. That's the first, second, fifth and seventh period on the first day school starts. I let Angela highlight the classes we share before I pull out the extra-activities list and immediately tick the box next to "Swimming with Coach Black".

After looking over everything else on the list, the only other thing I tick is "Creative Writing with Ms. Clearwater" then put the list away. The rest is first semester assignments, tests and projects and school events I should be aware of. There are the school rules and the code of conduct (which I don't read) and a list of all the teachers and staff members. My mouth is so full of food when Angela asks which extras I'm taking that my answer sound like "fwimwing en wyfing."

"Uh . . . Come again?"

I swallow and take a sip of soda before I repeat, "Swimming and writing."

She smiles and rolls her eyes, "Of course swimming. And you're gonna love Jake. He's the best."

"Who the fuck is Jake?" I ask, carefully filing the stacks of paper in groups of relevance.

"He's the swimming coach. He hates being called Coach or Mr. so he lets us call him Jake."

I'd never heard of teachers doing that before but I shrug after a second and decide it doesn't matter. I stuff the rest of my home-style burger into my mouth and get up to put my file away. "What makes you think I'll like him?" I ask when I'm done chewing.

She shrugs. "Everyone likes Jake. He's just one of those teachers. And he's really, really hot."

I choke on my soda when she says that and it goes spraying all over my t-shirt. "Oh god, that is nasty."

"What?"

"He's the school coach!" My nose wrinkles at the last phrase. "Coaches can't be hot. Isn't he too old or whatever?"

"What? Not even! You don't know what he looks like? Didn't you Google him or something."

"No," I say shamefully. I should have looked him up. At the time, I didn't think it was necessary. If the school said they had champion swimmer, it didn't matter who it was. I mean, if it was someone well like Phelps, I would have known.

"Well, trust me, he is damn gorgeous. Like, seriously."

My nose still wrinkled, I can't imagine a school sports coach even being attractive to me. He was probably in his mid-thirties or forties with some sort of beard and wearing a baseball cap, the same as all my swimming coaches over the years. "That's just . . . Eww. And besides," I grin and point at the poster above my wall. "Have you forgotten that my heart belongs to one man?"

At first, she blinks at me a few times but then she just snorts and mumbles a "For now" that I think I wasn't supposed to hear. I laugh at the expression on her face and at the idea of thinking a school coach could be hot. Letting the matter rest, I decide that it's time I call Charlie. I step out into the hallway when he answers and tell him about how it's been so far. I tell him about how great Angela is for a borderline antisocial like me. I tell him about the pool with confidence that he won't mention it to anyone. He tells me how great things are at home but I know he's lying to me, for my sake of course. He always was a terrible liar, like I am. I go along with it, though, because he doesn't need to know that I know, I'll spare him the stress of it. He tells me that he misses Forks and nana's house. I tell him that Vancouver reminds me of Forks and he's pleased to know I think of home. We must have spoken for a long time because after a million I-love-yous and miss-yous and goodbyes, we hang up and my phone battery is almost dead.

There are still a few days before school officially starts so Angela and had a lot of time on our hands. Last night, Angela had shown me how to sneak into the pool house the way her brothers had shown her. She told me that it actually wasn't that difficult and school security wasn't that severe in terms of students walking around. There was a patrol team outside the school walls, at the front gate and at the fence around the lake at the very back of the school grounds. "It'll be easy," Angela told me.

She reminds me, when I've put my phone on the charger, that I have to fetch my formal uniform and PE kit from the main office. I ask her to come with me because the receptionist at the front desk has a twitchy eye that creeps me out.

With a groan, she gets up and I drag her through the door. Just making our way down to the first floor of building that there's at least ten more people than there were yesterday. "At this rate, we'll be living on top of each other."

"Wait until Sunday; it'll be like a bee hive." She holds the glass door open and lets me exit first. "Or it'll just feel like that, anyway. After a week or two you'll get used to it." We walked along the coble-stoned pathways that connect each building to another. It was warm today, despite it having been quite cold in the morning. Angela didn't believe me when I'd said that it would get warmer. As corny as it sounds, birds were actually chirping and I swear there are butterflies fluttering around a bush. The sky is still cloud covered but with thin puffs that were far apart enough to let the sun through. "God, it's so sunny today and I'm wearing a sweater." At that, I start skipping backwards and singing My Girl in my dolphin t-shirt and knee-long jeans. I'm grinning as I sing. "Is this your version of I-told-you-so?" she asks.

I give her a thumbs up. "I got sunshine . . . on a cloudy daaaaay." I don't know what I was thinking, though, because skipping alone is dangerous for me. Skipping backwards was just asking for trouble. And on top of that, Angela and I are laughing like morons so I'm not watching my step. Out of the blue, the heel of my sneaker gets caught in a wider than normal gap between two cobble-stones and sends me stumbling backwards, trying to regain my balance. Of course, being Isabella Swan, I'm not able to do that. I'm gonna fall. "Oh, crap!"

I don't know where he came from but neither Angela nor I were aware of him until I'm just about to fall on my ass and he lunges forward and catches me.

Powerful arms are suddenly there, one around my waist and one under my knees. In that moment it seems as though he's preparing to carry me bridal style and the three of us are all frozen for the smallest fraction of a second before he says, "Well, slow down there, sunshine," in a deep, husky voice that rumbles through his broad, muscular chest. When I look up at him, I have to squint a little to see through the sunlight but it doesn't help. "There's no fire, okay." I blink up at him and stutter a quiet thank you, embarrassingly aware of the red flush that washes over my face. "Are you okay?" he asks, holding me firmly to his chest. When I nod, he sets me on my feet gently but leaves his arm around my shoulders. As we both shift, he blocks out the sun and I can see his face clearly.

Sweet mother of Jesus . . .

Bright white smile, intensely deep-set eyes and a jawline that that looks like it had been chiseled out of ember. He is made of muscle all over and he's wearing a tight, black V-neck that clings so closely to his chest he might as well be shirtless. Like I do in most awkward situations, I look down at my shoes and fiddle with my fingers. Angela can't help it. She bursts out laughing as I shamefully stare at my left blue Converse. "Don't laugh, Angela. I've seen you trip before." and then he asks me with a touch on my shoulder, "Are you sure you're okay?" Shyly, I nod with a timid but loud enough yes. I can't get any redder than I am now. The man holds his hand out so that I can see it so I take it so that we shake hands. His are warm and huge and his grip is firm but not too tight. "I'm Coach Black but I'd prefer it if you just call me Jake."

He's friendly enough but I'm a little stung by the amusement in his face and voice.

"I-I'm Isabella Swan. Bella."

"Nice to meet you, Bella," and then he turns to Angela. "I expect you to take better care of the new students. We don't want any lawsuits so early in the school year."

"Yes sir," Angela giggles, clearly enjoying this moment.

"Good. I'll see you girls later, alright. And, Bella," I look up at him as he starts back on his path. "Please be more careful."

My face flushes again and I glance back at my shoes. "Okay," I mutter and I don't raise my head until I'm sure he's gone. Angela is cracking up and I glare at her tear-streamed face. And then I decide that I'm mad at her walk off towards the office without her.

"Hey! Wait up!" I pretend like I can hear her and mumble to myself as I march on. I make it to the office without her; collect my uniform, trying my best to ignore the twitchy-eyed woman. Angela is only just getting there when I leave the office building so she turns on her heel and walks at my side. "It was funny," she says. I stick my tongue out at her and she knows we're good. When we get back to our room, she nudges me with her elbow. "Sooooooo . . ."

"So what?"

Her face becomes expectant. "What do you think?"

"Of what?"

"Of Jake, what else?"

I can't help it, my face flushes again but I don't hesitate when I answer. "He's okay."

With that, she laughs again. At what? I have no idea. "What?" I ask.

"You're face says it all and 'okay' is definitely not what you were thinking. Be honest."

I lie back on my bed and stare at the ceiling with a sigh. "Fine. He's gorgeous."

"Told you," she beams triumphantly.

I spend the rest of the day trying to forget today's embarrassing moment. It figures that my clumsiness would show itself at the exact most inconvenient second. There was a reason I went into swimming, of all sports. You can't trip in the water. Was it too much to ask to remain in balance at least when other people are around? I must thank Charlie for his powerful genes. My clumsiness came from him.

At 9pm all students had to be in their rooms. Random members of staff had to check each room in the two dorms to ensure that there were two students already preparing for bed. Some rooms were checked twice, just at random and by 9:30pm, checkups ended. I had my swim suit under my pajamas and was ready to go. At ten, the grounds patrol had just passed our dorm and was headed for the boys' dorm. Angela wished me a good swimming practice from under her covers and then she teased that it might help 'Jake' forget the incident if I was extra good when actual swimming practice started. With a parting fuck you, I climbed out of the window with my back pack on me and scaled down the wall using the groves in the brick instead of climbing down the gutter drain like Angela had warned me not to do. It takes a whole five minute get down all five stories of the building. First checking to see if it was safe, I quickly crawl through the fence that separates the girls' dorm and the tennis court. By now the grounds patrol should be passing by the female teacher's quarters at the opposite end of the grounds. It's dead quiet except for the nocturnal insects and it's almost totally dark expect for the lights that light up the path ways that lead to each building. Every sound I make sounds too loud and makes me nervous but it's too late to go back. The tennis court is the hardest part to get by because I'm not sneaking behind a building. The court was only surrounded by a chain-linked fence and I could be easily seen if I wasn't careful. Squatting behind a bush, I look around thoroughly and when I'm sure, I dash passed the fence until I'm safely behind the cover of the pool house. I have to admit that I enjoy this part just as much as the swimming. It makes me feel like I'm an undercover CIA ninja spy or a world infamous jewelry robber breaking into an expensive store. I quickly make my way to loose wooden panel and slide my arm into the gap and feel around until my fingertips reach latch. I slide it free and swing the two loose panels open. I send my back pack in first and then slip in carefully, not making a sound. Once I swing the panels back in place and slide the latch closed, I'm home free. I pull out the flashlight, courtesy of Angela and make my way out of the store room. I find the switch board and light up the pool lights. The windows are blocked off during the nights but switching on the main lights was too risky. With everything ready, I set the silent timer on and undress.

When I dive into the pool, I know this is something I'm gonna do every night.

AN: So tell me what you think.