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Chapter 3: Reminiscing Before A Storm

EPOV

Today is officially the first day of school. Since I'm not assigned to be a homeroom teacher, I'm all alone here on my classroom waiting for the bell to release the students from their homeroom and start the first hour of the school year.

After my amazing times last week, I don't even want to work. At first, I thought there was no way Bella would ever take an interest on me after our first date but throughout the week she suggested activities for us to do so we can spend more time with each other. We found that we have many things in common.

She suggested that we can run together in the mornings if I want to. Of course I agreed right away. So on the second day I met her in front of her building and began our run. I thought I had to slow down for her but in fact I had to work harder to catch up with her. When she noticed I was lagging behind she slowed down. It took awhile for her to match my slower pace. By the end of our run, I was panting and out of breath while she looks like she didn't broke a sweat. I think my view of my masculinity went down quite a few pegs.

We both have a love for music. She plays the piano like me but she can show me up on my best day and her worst day. She is that good. I found that she also plays other instruments but her favorite are the strings. On the third day, I found that she composes too. She noticed the bags under my eyes and I told her I have trouble sleeping. That's not exactly a lie since nightmares keeps me up. She presented a composition for me. She told me that the melody started coming alive in her head since we met and she named it Edward's Lullaby.

--Flashback--

"C'mon I have something for you." she dragged me towards my baby grand piano.

She said she has a piano too along with various string instruments but I've never been inside her penthouse. I guess it just never came up.

We sat down on the bench. This isn't the first time she played for me. The first day I brought her here, she played Claire De Lune after she found out it's one of my favorites. She told me it's one of hers too.

She put her fingers on the keys and began playing a piece I have never heard before. The melody flows like water from a river then transitions to a stream. It is calming and peaceful.

--End Flashback--

That was the first time I slept peacefully throughout the night because I was listening to my lullaby on loop.

On the fourth day it was raining so we watched a movie in my place or rather tried to watch. We were too busy making out on my couch and onto the floor. For some reason she won't let my tongue get into her mouth so she put her tongue in mine instead. She said something about her canines being sharp but I'm not sure, I was too out of it. Her smell alone is intoxicating plus the fact we were kissing…that was just mind blowing. Put it like this, Bella's breath is like fucking meth and the lucky junkie fucker is me. Goodbye cigarettes, hello…Bella.

Then on Saturday things got more heated. Our movements were all in a flurry that I noticed almost too late that she already had my belt unbuckled with the button and zipper undone. She was on her knees trying to lower my pants and I quickly grabbed her arms to stop her.

In truth I wanted her to continue so badly it hurts but I'm also very self conscious. I know women find me attractive but Bella is different. For the whole week, I have never felt so insignificant in my life. She had outdone me in every activity we did. She did it without even trying. She tried to downplay it but I noticed she keeps holding back.

Another instance is when we are making out. She's really strong. I try to be the dominating one but that was an epic fail. I knew she was letting me lead whenever I succeed.

Then there's when we visited the carnival on Friday. We went to the shooting game to win prizes. Since Bella excels in a lot of things, I didn't even bother holding back. I was thinking that maybe for once I can be better at something. I'm an assassin after all; shooting is mainly what I do.

When it was her turn, I thought I had to show her how to shoot but no surprise, she proved me to be wrong again. She was shooting every single target and not only that; she hits the bull's-eye every time. I was gaping at her along with the people waiting in line. She even looked at me while shooting and she never missed the targets! When she looked back in front of her she missed a couple of bull's-eyes and some targets.

"Well I can't be perfect even if I try to" she smiled ruefully and accepted her prize

I just nodded in agreement and praised her like the doting boyfriend I'm suppose to be but I knew she did that on purpose. I noticed the slight change in her stance after noticing my gaping at her. She was doing it for my sake. I asked her where she learned to shoot like that.

"My family loves hiking when it's sunny and we dabbled on hunting. My father thought me how to…hunt." again she had that look that I missed something funny. It was the first time she talked about someone in her family and I get the feeling she is not close with them anymore. As much as I wanted to, I didn't pry. I want her to tell me when she is ready.

I know I don't have any experience with women but I'm pretty sure Bella isn't like any other woman out there. I noticed many things that seem out of the ordinary about her.

For one, she talks like she's from a century ago but then it seems like she notices it too and she change it to modern times. During our brunch at our first date and every time we ate together, I never noticed her putting food in her mouth but her plate was always at least half empty. I also asked about why her skin feels cold all the time. She said her body is used to running on low temperature and it doesn't bother her except for the ones that come in contact with her. She apologized profusely for it and I quickly reassured her that it doesn't bother me too, I was just curious.

And truly it doesn't, those are the qualities that makes her unique and just…Bella. All of that bizarre but adorable stuff means nothing to me compared to how wonderful she makes me feel. I feel all kinds of happy and loving emotions that I have never dreamt of feeling and I'm surprised I'm not reeling from the whiplash of it all.

Suddenly, the school bell rings signaling the start of the first class. I swivel my chair then slid it and myself towards my desk to wait for my students to get in and settled to their chairs.

Rather than having only Physics, they had me teaching more than one science subject this year. AP Chemistry first thing in the morning with a majority of juniors and a couple of seniors. AP Physics landed on second block. This…is going to be fun and by that, I meant the super F bombs are going to be launching then landing all over on my grade book before the first quarter is over. The fact that they are smart enough to pass the entry test for AP classes really doesn't count as a huge factor. It should but it doesn't, I learned that the hard way from my first time teaching here.

I sigh. I was really hoping the AP subjects would land further down the hour block when students are more awake. Time placement plays a huge role. Difficult classes at the beginning and the end of the day is never a good sign. At least the second block people are more awake. I look down at my schedule for the second block…seniors, yeah right. I take my last comment back. Forget spring and summer for senioritis to kick in, it's "get your brain high and wasted" on the fall and winter.

The second bell rang signaling that everyone should be in their classes already. I look up from my desk to my class who are talking to each other animatedly. I sweep my eyes on my new students quickly before turning to my computer to log into the school system for my roster and did a double take. I didn't look back up and just continue staring at my screen as it loads. On the third row of the first column of lab benches sat two female students who doesn't seem to notice or care that the rest of the students are openly staring at them, some whispering and some just doesn't care if they are heard.

While they seem to garner a lot of attention, their peers seems to give them a large berth as if they're afraid of getting close to the girls. I've seen the same reaction towards my only two friends multiple times and it is the things I learned from them that is causing my thought process to go haywire. I've seen those girls' faces before and even if I didn't I'm sure I would have made the connection. The pale skin tone…The golden eyes…The insurmountable beauty…The way too expensive clothes that anyone wouldn't know unless you look closely and know what you're looking for. All the markings of a Cullen or Hale are there on those girls.

But those facts aren't really important, not really, because I already know who each one of them is. I have seen them before. Not in person, but on pictures. Wallet sized pictures actually. They were from two wallets with two kinds of pictures from each. One was a family picture and was featuring a family of six. The other kind was a wedding picture. There were two different wedding pictures from two separate weddings and only featuring the groom and his bride on each picture. Those wallets belong to the grooms of course and those grooms happen to be my two friends…And their wives are currently sitting on one of my lab benches and supposedly my new students!

What the fuck is going on?!

End of Chapter 3…TBC

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