YAY!!! First snow if the season!!!!!! Seattle is just so pretty when it's all white! Well, I love everyone who reviewed to my first two chapters!!!! I don't love the people who didn't review though. Just kidding, I love you too!!!!! Well, here's Chapter Three…

Chapter Three:

The One Class:

I walked to my first period alone and took the slip that all the teachers were supposed to sign up to the front desk. "I'm the new student." I stated.

"Ah yes, Miss Hagen. Welcome to Forks High." He sent me off to find a seat.

I decided to sit all the way in the back so people would have a harder time staring at me. They managed. Right before the bell rang a small group of people came in and took their seats.

"Holy Poop!" it barley escaped my lips and still the big one turned. It was Emmett. I smiled and he came over and sat next to me.

"So, this is where you ran off to." He said, smiling.

"Yeah, away from you, and just look at what I found. That was what the 'Holy Poop' was about. I'd found you way earlier than I had thought and hoped."

His smile broadened. "Well I'm always glad to see that I'm having an effect on the women at this school."

The bell rang and he quickly took out a piece of paper and started writing. He flung the paper at me and it landed in my lap. I looked up at him. He was looking straight ahead, but I saw a smile on his lips.

I unfolded the paper and saw that he had amazing handwriting. The paper said: Too bad the bell had to ring. I really like talking to you. Why don't we get together later…for lunch? What do you say?

I quickly scrawled: hmmm, I'll have to check my schedule. I might be booked. How about next week? I know I'm free then. :) I flipped the note back to him while the teacher was writing about the difference between the man of war and the lion's mane jellyfish. To tell you the truth I hate going over stuff more than once. If people cant get something the first time then they shouldn't be in that class.

The note was in my lap again. I know that I'm free next week, but I'm more free this week. More like today. : P He was good.

I quickly wrote my answer, I might be able to clear a spot for you. How about right after school? We can go over to my house for coffee… or not, considering the fact that you don't eat human food. I sent the note flying to his desk. When he read it he looked up at me in surprise.

He wrote fast, with his inhuman speed. How in the hell did you know?!?!?!

I smiled at him and wrote very slowly, knowing that it would make him writhe in his seat. I know a hell of a lot more than even your Carlisle knows. I slowly slid it to him. His cold hand sped across the space in his haste to get the note. He glared at me and sent the note flying back at me. We WILL be having a talk after school.

The teacher saw us then and started walking back to our table. "What have you got there Miss. Hagen?" he asked. I was fast enough to get the note replaced with my dummy note out.

Emmett was looking at me with horror. Apparently he didn't see me change the note. I didn't know I was that fast!

"My Letter from my mother?" I asked, holding up the now faded piece of paper. "She's been dead for a few years now."

"Ah, I see." The teacher said taking one glance at the note and going back to his lecture on whatever we were covering in pre calk. I didn't care. I already knew all the information.

I took out the note right after the teacher left. I am good. I wrote.

He smiled and then the bell rang. "What class do you have next?" he asked.

"I have band." I said, holding up my clarinet.

"I have band too. The teacher's the best! He's new to teaching. His name is Mr. Hawk."

The blood rushed to my face. "Andy Hawk?" I asked.

"Yeah, do you know him?" Emmett looked at me. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"I think so. I just need to make a call." I walked off, but Emmett kept close at my side.

"You want to make the call closer to the music department." He whispered in my ear.

"Fine, show the way." We walked back to one of the northern buildings. I took out my phone and started dialing. When Ginger picked up I started talking. "So, you sent me to go to school where Andy Hawk is the band teacher?" my voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't be like that Jez. He is there to keep an eye on you. Now don't start."

"I will start. I don't want to be taught by one of my friend's husband. I've known him for a long time. I don't want any accidents. We know there will be some."

"He knows better." Ginger said. I didn't believe her.

"Does he even know my new name?" I challenged. "or will he be calling me Jez just like you?"

"He knows your new name Uphie. I called you Jez out of habit. I'll get used to it soon enough. Go to class." And she hung up on me.

I stormed over to where Emmett was standing. "You didn't have to stay over here. I know that you can hear everything that I said." He just smiled and led the way to our next class.

We walked in and a familiar face greeted me. Andy Hawk smiled at me when I walked up to his podium. "Here's your music." He said. "Your spot is right between the bass clarinet and the rest of the clarinet section."

"You don't have to put me in first so fast. I could be in third and work my way up."

He smiled wider. "I know. Why not just save us some time and put you there first."

I sighed and took my seat. I put together my instrument and looked over the music. It was easy. I got a tap on the knee and I looked up. Emmett was sitting right next to me. "So you play the bass clarinet." I said, smiling.

"Yup. And now we have a lot of time to talk. He always works on the trombones and saxophones during class. We can talk to our neighbors while he's doing that."

"He's just like his dad." I said, smiling at Emmett's confused expression.

The bell rang and we started to play.