Chapter 2:

JPOV

I sat at the lunch table with my 'family' in this town they call … well I really don't know. I believe it was named after some form of cutlery.

We've had to move so many times in the past year it's become hard to keep track. I blame that on Edward. Poor boy needs to get laid, if he goes after one more hooker, I may rip him into seven pieces and bury each one on a different continent. Maybe then we'd get to live in one place for more then a freaking month.

This thought brought a smirk to my face, and a frown to Alice's. I could feel her worry, so I just shook my head at her. Infuriating little pixie, always thinking she knew what was best for everyone. Including us being together.

HAH. I'd rather drain a porcupine. Nasty little buggers.

She knew where we stood, and she didn't like it one bit. It's always vision this, and vision that with Alice. Blah, blah, we'll be happy together, blah, blah. Yea. Right.

She knew that I had loved, and even a hundred plus years later couldn't change the feelings that I held for my darling Marie.

I jumped up as I heard the bell ring, eager to be away from this self-deluded 'family'. That and the fact I was eager to get to US History, we were studying the Civil War this week, and I could not wait to put the pompous teacher in his place.

Silly little humans, couldn't tell a war tale correctly to save their lives. I make my way to the back of the class, away from everyone else, just the way I like it, just as the bell rings.

I hear a girl trip outside the class, and have to bury my gentleman instincts to go help her. I could hear it now, Whitlock and his damn bat ears saved the freaking day. Now that made me snicker.

I was surprised to see the door open, and the clumsy girl stumble in. I sighed when I realized she would have to be seated be seated next to me.

"Thank you for joining us finally Miss Isabella Swan. I pray next time you do not lose yourself in the scenery," Mr. Jackass said.

The girl, Bella she said she preferred, just blushed, threw her paper at him, and marched her way to the back of the class, next to me. I chuckled, she looked like a disgruntled kitten.

I saw her raise her head, glaring at me, and my non-beating heart stuttered, and I felt as if I couldn't breathe.

I knew she was there, but she couldn't be, not after all this time. Maybe she is an immortal like me.

I sniffed the air. No she can't be. I smell the blood coursing through her veins.

But she looks so much like her, she has the same hair, same soft skin with that awing blush to go with it.

No, shake yourself out of it damn it, that was a long time ago, and its never happening again. Let the past be the past.

Bella's lips go into a flat line as she realizes that I haven't stopped staring at her and she pushes past me to her new seat.

"Now that everyone has decided to find their selves a seat, I can begin with the lesson. This semester we will be focusing on the high, and low points of the Civil War …"

I tuned Mr. Jerkwad out as he started the lesson. I could teach the damn thing, hell I did 50 years ago at Columbia.

Part of me wishes I could fall asleep like the Hoe Patrol in the second row was doing. Jessica Stanley, ick. If she tries to slob on my knob one more time I may have to go to drastic measures and tell her I bat for the other team.

I let my mind wander to the curious creature beside me. She looked just like my Marie. She had the same hair, blush, and eyes as my would have been wife.

I tune in as I hear Mr. Wanker mention the Texas Calvary. I laugh to myself as I realize I will yet again have to put him in his place.

We always got into these arguments, he couldn't believe that I knew what I did, or that I had the gall to correct him. I personally think the only reason he got his panties in a wad is because I was always correct.

But it's not like I could tell him that I lived it. I laughed at his question,

"Can anyone here tell me the uniform of the Texas Calvary?"

I sighed and didn't even bother to raise my hand when I answered,

"Which Calvary, we both know each unit added their own twist to the standard grey uniform."

He didn't hesitate in his answer, as if he was expecting it. "The third Mr. Whitlock"

Easy, I thought to myself. He had unknowingly chosen my unit. However, before I could answer a bold voice from my left interjected,

"Unlike their bothers in the war, the third Calvary wore light blue pants, and had yellow ascots, along with yellow stitching."

I stared at Bella as if she had grown another head. How in the hell had she known that?