A/N Wow, guys, sorry about the delay, and sorry about how lame this chapter is, it's really just a filler, and I'm not happy with it, but I couldn't make you wait any longer. sorry it's such crap. I probably won't review unitl after I've read Breaking Dawn, which I will get tomorrow morning at 12:01 am! I already have the next chapter almost done, so if I work on it really hard, I might get it done, and update again today. well, enough of my rambling, on to the next chapter.

Chapter 2

BPOV

Friday came, and I pretended that they weren't in my class. Any of them. The day was going by rather uneventfully, until lunch. I had brought my lunch, and after going to the teachers lounge to get a bottle of water, was nearly scared to death. I walked back into my room, and to my surprise, Alice was sitting in my chair, with an unreadable expression on her face. "Hello Bella," she said.

"Hi Alice," I managed to get out. Oh how I'd missed Alice, even her crazy shopping sprees! I walked over, set my stuff down, and gave her a hug. Alice grabbed the one chair that wasn't attached to a desk and dragged it over. I could tell she wasn't going to be going anywhere anytime soon.

We talked for a while about pointless things, until I asked how Esme was.

"She's alright. She misses you. You should come by our house sometime and visit her," Alice said.

"I don't think that'd be the best idea," I said, thinking about who else would be there.

"Bella, you have to know that he left," I winced, "to keep you safe. He even came back, to check on you, even though he said he wouldn't, and told us that you were happy."

"No, I wasn't happy, he told me he didn't love me, and I could see in his eyes that he meant it. Jacob dulled the pain, until he imprinted on my friend."

"Imprinted? You mean Jacob is a werewolf?! What were you thinking? Once we left, you just had to go find the most dangerous mythical creature to be around! And he thought by leaving you he'd be protecting you!" Alice ranted.

"Alice, he meant what he said. I don't think I can talk about this right now," I said, putting my head in my hands. I knew she'd leave, but I didn't hear her stand up, put the chair back, or open and close the door. When I looked up, she was gone, but there was a note on my desk. It had a phone number on it, which I assumed was her cell phone.

The note said, "Bella, if you ever need to talk, call this number."

I pulled out my cell phone, and entered the number into my address book, and speed dial. I finished my lunch, threw my trash into the trashcan, and started getting ready for my next class. "Only two more 'real' hours left," I chanted in my head, because 7th hour was my prep hour.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully. I sent the students home with no homework; I think I was fast becoming one of the favorite teachers. What the students didn't know was that I would never give homework on the first two days of school, however next week they'd have an assignment every night, though I would give them time in class, enough, that if they worked hard, they would get it done.

I was relieved when the final bell rang, and was out the door once the buses had left, only to go home to dream about the beautiful boy that watched me while I slept.