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This is the last pre-written chapter. However, I do have the next four chapters outlined so they shouldn't take too long to update. Next chapter we might hear a certain brunette. Or maybe not. All depends on reviews! Show me some love!

BPOV

When I got home from Edward's house, I passed Charlie in the living room and he gave me a grunt as I walked up the stairs.

One of the good things about Charlie was that he was a man of few words. I didn't speak, and he never pushed. Our house was a quiet one, but that was fine with me.

My mother was always the one who made noise. She would make a mess with her new hobby of the month, but she would have fun doing it. My father worshipped her. She was the yin to his yang; opposites attracting in the truest form.

When she went into her cooking phase, she was horrible. She tried to make it mother daughter thing, but she quickly changed her mind when she realized that she would never be very good. I however, had a knack for cooking and my mother claimed that my brownies were to die for.

Thinking about her brought tears to my eyes. I wish she was here. She would hold me and make a joke about the small cut on my hand saying she had no idea where I got my clumsiness.

I walked into the bathroom and stripped quickly. I stepped into the shower and the cold water shocked me. I turned on the hot water all the way. Eventually the cold water turned warm, and then it was blistering hot. I stayed under the spray and cried as the hot water burned my skin.

It became too much and I stepped out of the hot water. I wrapped myself in a towel and quickly crossed the hall to my bedroom. I just lay down on my bed with just a towel on. I thought about staying there, but Charlie normally checks on me in the middle of the night. I think he checks to make sure that I'm not having nightmares. I used to have them a lot more frequently, but now I normally just have a dreamless sleep.

I got under the covers naked and pulled up the blanket to my neck. I dreamt of Edward Cullen that night. Not in the way that you're thinking…

In my dream he was named Valedictorian at graduation. His speech was horrible. He leaned into the microphone and pointed at me, "See that girl crying over there. That is Isabella Swan. Her mother wanted her to be in my shoes but she was too dumb to make it up here. She is worthless, and nobody would care if she left. Nobody cares about you Isabella! You have no friends! What are you even doing here?"

He started laughing an evil laugh and everyone joined it. They were all pointing at me, and so I ran out of the auditorium. As I ran into the street, I wasn't even paying attention. I was hit by a car and died instantly.

I was standing at the golden gates. I assumed that they led to heaven. My mother was standing just on the other side. She spoke like an angel with a bell's voice, but her words cut through me.

"You disappointed me Bella. I don't want you in here."

I tried to reach through the gates for her, but I was suddenly falling. I tried to scream for her, but nothing would come out. It was black everywhere and suddenly I was jolted awake.

Charlie was sitting on my bed shaking his head. He didn't say anything as usual; he just ran his hand through my hair. I could feel the sourness in my throat and knew that I had been screaming.

After a few minutes Charlie stood to leave and gave my hand above the covers a squeeze. I blushed and hoped he didn't know that I was naked. I wiped the sweat that had built on my forehead and let out a quiet sob before attempting to go back to sleep.

Sunday went by quickly and suddenly it was Monday. Oh, how I loathe school. I didn't do laundry like I should have. I had absolutely no clothes to wear. All that I could find was an old band t-shirt from a concert I went to with Alice. I cringed as I put it on. For one thing, the memories were too much, for another, it hugged my body way too tightly. I quickly slipped into Charlie's room noticing that he had already left as I threw one of his big sweatshirts over my shirt. It was always rainy, so I shouldn't have to worry about being too warm.

I stared in the mirror, just for shits and giggles to see what I looked like. I was swimming in his sweatshirt, and the stains from fish bait seemed very classy. Well at least my hair didn't completely look like a birds nest. It almost looked decent today.

I grabbed a pop tart as I headed out the door. As always, the day and the people blurred by. At lunch I began to become a bit stuffy. I shifted in my seat a bit, and got over the warmth. I guess the school decided to put the heat on for once.

It wasn't until I walked into Biology that the heat became unbearable. The second I stepped into the classroom I felt the humid air slap my face. I felt sticky and gross as I sat down next to Edward.

"Aren't you hot?" he asked.

I just huffed and shook my head. Of course I'm hot you idiot!

He misunderstood the shake of my head for a "no" and asked, "Are you sure?"

I sighed dramatically, and flipped my head over between us.

"What are you doing?"

He sounded shocked. Well, I'm not giving you a blow job in class if that's what you were thinking, so calm down.

I shook my head as I quickly collected my hair and sat up. I pulled my elastic from under my sleeve and put my hair in a pony tail.

I heard him mutter a quiet, "oh."

I looked over in time to see him swallow slowly.

"What is that smell?"

I sniffed my shoulder. Wasn't me.

"Is that strawberries?"

I looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I never noticed before."

I looked away at the front of the room. As the lesson dragged on I was practically sweating bullets. It became unbearable, so I quickly threw off the sweatshirt and put it in my lap.

I heard an unsteady breath beside me, and I knew not to look. Edward probably thought I was a boy with how flat chested I normally look. I knew that my figure was clearly defined in this shirt and he was probably a bit surprised.

As soon as class was over I tried to dash out of class quickly. I heard a "wait" from Edward and knew it was for me. I almost didn't, but something in me made me turn around.

"I just realized that we never wrote down what we were going to say during the presentation."

I raised my eyebrows. What we were going to say? All the teachers know that I don't speak. I've gotten out of many oral reports. It was the only time that I didn't care about their pity.

"Oh, I guess just me then."

I shrugged and began to walk away. I didn't care what he said. He was smart enough to not say anything wrong.

"You're not gonna help me write it?"

Again I turned and raised my eyebrows. Did he really need help? No.

This time he let me leave, and the rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Well, at least until the end of the day. After the final bell, in my haste to leave this god forsaken school I accidently ran into Alice. She didn't seem mad, she just sounded surprised.

When she looked at my shirt she let out some garbled words in remembrance, but I turned to leave. I didn't want to remember the night I got this shirt. Jessica came over and yelled, "Watch where you're going ugly duckling," as I was walking away.

I knew Alice wasn't mad. In a way, I think she is the only person that even remotely understands my silence. I heard her hiss, "Jess."

I rounded the corner and made it out to the parking lot without any more bump ins. Well, I did make eye contact with Edward across the lot as I got into my truck, but I quickly drove away after that. I went home, finished homework, made dinner, and went to bed. God my life is so exciting.

EPOV

Wow. Who the hell knew that Bella Swan had boobs? I sure as hell didn't! She didn't smell as bad as she looks either. I never realized how much I liked strawberries before.

I bet if she wasn't so weird that she would be hot. Oh well. The only thing that Bella Swan should be in my mind about is the thought of beating her for Valedictorian. If I'm not the best in a town this size, then what will that say to colleges? This shouldn't be a hard achievement, but she was making it difficult. The girl was smart, but I don't think she is smarter than me.

I had been waiting for Alice in the car for ten minutes. What the hell is taking her so long?

When she finally approached the car I was going to yell at her for messing around with Jasper, but her eyes were red like she had been crying. She got in the car wordlessly and I decided to let her be.

Unfortunately I was nosey, and the silence in the car was uncomfortable so I asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing."

"Well it is obviously not nothing, or you wouldn't be this upset."

"Just leave me alone Edward."

I wish she would talk to me, but I can't force it out of her.

"Maybe you should call Jessica or something."

"I'm not talking to that dumb bitch!"

Realization hit. "Oh, so you got in a fight with her."

"It's not just that."

"Well I'm sure you two will make up in a few days."

She just shook her head and stared out the window. Girls were so overdramatic. I'm so glad I don't have a girlfriend to worry about. Sure Jessica wants that title, but realistically her blow jobs are only mediocre at best. It's not like I ever had sex with her. I had only had sex a few times with this girl Gianna that lived next to our summer house in California. I would never have sex with any of these small town girls.

Do we all hate Edward yet? Or is he just misunderstood?

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