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I woke up to a slow moving cold against my neck. I opened my eyes to seeing Edward's bronze hair. The movement against my neck continued and realized he was kissing me there. I slightly moaned from the feeling that was tingling through my body; he's never been this forward with me before.

"Good Morning, my Sleeping Beauty," I velvety voice called out to be.

I looked down my body and saw his smoldering topaz eyes staring at me. I moved my hand, put them in his hair and tugged his hair toward me, knowing there was no way I could move him if he didn't want to. He slowly moved himself so that he was face to face with me. He wrapped his cold lips around mine. I raised my head up so that I could deepen the kiss, but Edward was having none of that. He took his lips away, and pulled my lips into a pout, wanting more.

He smirked down at me and moved to sit next to me. I sat up as well, stretching as I went up. I laid my head against his shoulder, not wanting to move from my spot.

"You need to get ready for school," he spoke up after a few minutes.

"Don't you, too?" I asked.

"I changed while you were sleeping."

I looked down and saw that he was indeed wearing new clothes. He was wearing a pair of dark washed jeans and a long-sleeve black buttoned down shirt, rolled up to his elbows, that was bringing out the paleness of his skin and the highlights of his hair, making him look even more handsome, if that was even possible.

"When?"

He chuckled, "After you were finished talking for the night."

I groaned, "What did I talk about now?"

"Something about how you hate a strawberry and how you didn't what me to go with her." He looked down at me, sadly. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

"No, it's nothing."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

I stood up and walked toward my closet, wanting the conversation to be over. I knew exactly what he was talking about. And knowing that he went back over there, while I was sleeping no less. I would have no idea how long he was there for. There is just something about Strawberry that rubs me the wrong way. I picked out an old T-shirt and jeans. Alice would definitely have some words about me state of dress, but I just didn't care enough to pick out something nicer.

I walked out of the room and into the bathroom, not telling Edward that I was going to have a "human moment." I quickly got changed and brushed my teethed, wanting to get back to Edward. I walked out and he was standing outside of my room, my book bag in hand. I walked up to him, standing up on my tippy toes, and kissed him on the lips, hoping that I could erase the conflict of in my head even if it was for a little while. He responded by moving his lips slowly against. For once, I didn't try to deepen the kiss. He slowly pulled away and smirked.

"We have to get to school. Alice is starting to get on my nerves."

"Where is she?"

"Outside, threaten to take you on a day long shopping spree and not allow me to go with you."

"Then let's not keep her waiting," Shivering with the thought of having to go on a shopping spree with the hyperactive pixie.

We walked hand and hand down the stairs. We pasted the kitchen, me deciding to forgo breakfast. I knew Edward was going to be worried later and I stomach would have to go through torture, but the only time I would probably go on a shopping spree willingly is if hell froze over.

We walked outside and I saw Alice waving at us from the backseat. Edward led me to the passenger seat held open the door for me to get into the care, then closed the door while I got settled in. He was a blur and then suddenly showed up in the driver's seat, with the sound of the door closing. He then sped out of the driveway and down the road to the high school.

"It took you both long enough," Alice noted from the back seat.

"Why are you here anyway?" I asked her. "You could have been a school already."

"I would have, but then I would have been alone. It would have been boring. Trust me I saw it. I then thought about staying home until you two finally untangled yourselves from one another, but then I saw that Tanya would have annoyed me. She would have only talked about how great Edward was. A bore. So I decided it was best to come here. And good thing I did, you two would have been late to school. What would Charlie think then? I could blame it on me, but he wouldn't believe me."

I stopped listening at "Tanya would have annoyed me." I looked down in my lap, twiddling my thumbs. I could feel Edward's questioning gaze staring at the side of my head. I wouldn't look up at him, I couldn't. Alice kept babbling nonsense. She didn't stop until Edward parked his Volvo. She got out saying that she would she us at lunch and then left.

Edward appeared at my door and opened it for me. I hadn't even noticed he got out of the driver's side. He crouched down next to me and tilted my head toward him. I had no choice but to look him in the eyes. He looked even more worried than he had been earlier.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I replied, "never been better."

I quickly unbuckled myself and stepping out of the car, tripping on the way out. By this time, Edward had stood up soon enough to catch me before I could fall. He led me to our first class. We both sat in the back of the classroom, next together. I could may attention to anything that was being said. I kept coming back to what Alice had said about Strawberry talking about Edward. What possible could she have been talking about? Was Strawberry trying to get him while he went over there while I was asleep? The possibilities were endless and end up making my head hurt.

I hadn't noticed class was over until I heard the shrilling sound of the bell. Edward was already holding my now packed book bag, looking even more worried, if that was possible. I smiled at help and walk out of the class, toward out next. I, from then on, tried to act like it was any other Monday in this rainy, dreary town. I focused more on trying to pay attention to my classes. At lunch, I made all the necessary conversations so that I appeared normal to everyone else; it made no difference to Edward though. In my attempt to kept my conversations under wrap. I forgot to eat all that I was supposed to. He didn't say anything, but I could see it in his eyes.

I went through the whole day on my rampage of acting normal that I forget what would happen in our last class: the Calculus test. I had forgotten that the test was today and had forgotten to do any kind of studying for it today. I walked in scared. There wasn't a way that I was going to pass that test. Sure, I understood it yesterday, but that was before all the madness happened with Strawberry and the rest of them.

"You're going to be fine," Edward tried to reassure me, but I didn't believe it for a second.

Our teacher went over all of the morals that went into a test and what we should do when we are finished before actually handing it out, furthering my nervous state. When the test was right in front of me, it looked like chaos; numbers, lines and letters where all over the page. I didn't know where to start, so I started at question number one. The more I looked at it, the less it made sense to me. I went through all of the notions that I remember doing the day before. I answer I got looked way wrong, but I went with it, hoping I might I more time to go back later.

Unfortunately, that was not that case. Our teacher's rule was to put our heads down once we are done taking a test. At this point there was only five minutes left of class, with everyone's head down but my own, I had one more question to answer. All my answers looked wrong. There was no way I could possible pass this test. I answered the last question just as the bell had rung.

"Pass me your test on your way out of her," Mr. Verge called out to us.

I quickly packed up my stuff and took my test in hand, making sure I answered everything. Edward walked behind me the whole time, handing in his test after handing in mine. As soon as we were out of the classroom, he wrapped his arm around my waist and holding me against his side.

"How do you think you did?" he asked me.

I replied, "Terrible."

"Why do you think you did terrible? You studied for hours for this test."

"One: I hate math. And two: everything looked confusing. There is no way I could have passed that test."

"But you did," I chipper voice called from behind me.

I turned around and noticed that Alice was skipping around right beside me.

"How?" I asked her.

"You decide to make certain answer choices, so you decided to make the grade you got. It's really simple, Bella."

"What grade did I get?"

"If I tell you, that would take out the surprise of you finding out on your, now wouldn't it?"

"I hate surprises," I muttered under my breathing. It was a useless effort, of course.

"But you end up loving them, love," Edward's silky voice, whispered into my ear.

After that, there was a permanent blush covering my face the entire ride to my house. We all got out of the car, Alice running to the Cullen mansion while Edward and I walked into my house. We walked in and sat on the couch, in our usually spots before Charlie would come home and we would separate. I was leaning against Edward's chest noticing that with the crisis of my Calculus test, I had forgotten about my problems with her. Now only if I could focus on something else, so I didn't have to think about her, things would be great.

"Bella! Didn't you hear me?"

"What?" I asked him. Did he say something? Usually I tune into his voice right away.

"I said that I have to leave to go hunting Friday after school."

I looked into his eyes and noticed that they were significantly darker than they were this morning. By Friday, his eyes would be completely black.

"Alice can look after me while you're gone. Nothing significantly bad could happen with her practically watching every single step that I take."

"I guess you're right. I still worry about you though."

"Know you do."

I ended the conversation with a quick peck on the cheek and continued to snuggle into his stone frame. Then, I promised myself that I would act normal for Edward's sake until Friday afternoon when he left and then talk about the problem I have with Alice, hoping that she is already thinking of solutions. We stayed in our positions until it was an hour before Charlie was supposed to arrive, in case he came home earlier than we expected. Edward left, saying that he would see me later. I was upset considering that he was going back to the house that she was most likely still at, but I didn't show it. I was staying true to my promise. I hoped that I was a better actress than Edward had said I was.

It was Friday and the week went without a hitch. Edward suspected nothing, or at least I think he didn't. And Alice was right about me being overjoyed about the results of my test, but then again, when is she ever wrong. In fact, I had gotten a ninety-five percent, and yes, I was filling pretty proud of myself.

That day, Alice had taken me home seeing as Edward had to leave in the middle of the day, his thirst getting to be too much for him. She took her own sweet time getting to my house. And when I mean she was going her own sweet time, I meant that she was only go double the speed limit. During the time, I was trying to get my thoughts together about how I was going to talk to her. I could see that her eyes we focusing in and out of the present and into the future, the reason for her going slower than usual.

We arrived at me house without a word being uttered. There was no need; Alice could already see what I wanted to talk to her about. I opened the door, letting her inside with me, and we plopped down the couch, on opposite ends, facing each other. I tried to look like I was still trying to get my thoughts together, but in reality, I was trying to stall. Alice saw straight through that.

"I already know what you want to talk about," she told me. "So you might want to come right out and tell me about it."

I broke down right then and told her anything and everything.

"I have a problem with the coven that was over Sunday. Not that I had a problem with them as a whole, just one of them. Tanya. She just gets under my skin, especially with the way she would stop staring at Edward. I mean, I was right there. And then she called him Eddie. He hates being called Eddie. I mean shouldn't she know that about him. I've been around for a shorter amount of time than she has and I know that about him. That stupid blonde.

"Not that I have anything against blondes. Lord knows that if I said that to Rosalie, she would kill me in a heartbeat, literally. I guess I should have said that stupid strawberry blonde. In fact, that's what I've been calling her. Strawberry. Mentally of course. I wouldn't dare say that out loud though. But I just contradicted myself with that comment though.

"But back to the thing about Edward. I think that she is trying to take him away from me. There's no other explanation for it. You must have seen Sunday. That way that he started acting. It must have been because of her. I'm right, aren't I? Please tell me I'm wrong."

I looked up at her after my rant. There was a look of understanding in her eyes. She also looked like she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to.