A/N: hey guys. Two things to say: 1) someone pointed out to me that Alice would probably not say that Jasper was hot and I have to agree, so I will change that in the future. Thanks for your opinion. This goes for everyone; I like constructive criticism, I want to know what you think. 2) Thank you soooo much wingedspirit and hope4eternity and -XxbloodxXxrosexX- for telling me where Alice was from. This chapter is kinda short, but it is important.
Disclaimer: I don't own twilight.
Bella's POV
The second day of school was actually pretty uneventful. I sat next to Edward in Math, French, History and Biology. We talked a bit in all of my classes but math because I couldn't afford to not pay attention in math. In French class, I found out that French sounds really good when Edward says something in French. I was blown away in history when we had a pre-test for the year to see how much we knew and Edward got a hundred percent on it. When I asked him about it he just shrugged and said, "I've lived through a lot of history." That confused me. The way he said it made it seem as if he had actually lived through the history. But that's not possible. He must have just meant that he had been through a lot of history classes. At lunch he still sat next to his family, while Jasper, Rose and I sat on the other side. They all bought lunch, but none of them ate a thing. It was weird. I was tempted to ask why they even bothered to buy anything if they weren't going to eat it, but thought that might be nosy. Biology was awkward again. I think it was because we sat closer together in biology than in other classes. I don't know what his deal is. Jasper kept telling me that it's not my fault. That Edward was just 'nervous.' But really? Edward, nervous? No way. He is just too perfect to be true. Why he is even bothering to talk to me is beyond my comprehension. I made dinner for Charlie that night before heading up to bed early. I sent a quick e-mail to Renee before falling asleep.
Edward's POV
I watched Bella from the tree outside her window as she sent an e-mail to her mom before getting in bed. I listened to her breathing and her heartbeat until I was positive she was asleep. I kept telling myself that I was only here to get used to Bella's scent; that is what I had told my parents. Emmett had heard me though and couldn't resist adding that I just wanted to watch her. I had almost started a brawl with him until I realized that that would keep me from Bella. I had checked with Alice and she had said that I was good to go. I had her check every possible outcome to make sure I didn't hurt Bella. She told me that as long as I didn't actually get in bed with her, I was okay.
I crawled through the window and sat in the rocking chair that was next to her bed. I watched her as she tossed and turned for a bit before she began to mumble something.
"No," she murmured. "He doesn't like me. There is just no way." I frowned when I heard her say that. How could anyone not like Bella? She was so caring, if a bit clumsy. I held back a laugh at that thought. A bit clumsy didn't even begin to cover it. The girl was so clumsy, she was almost disabled. But that tendency to trip made her all the more endearing. That was what the other part of my mind kept telling me. It was the same part that said that the reason I came here was so that I could see her again. Maybe I could even figure her out. That was the part that I kept refusing to acknowledge. I would not get a hopeless crush on Bella. She was human, I was not. It just wouldn't work.
"Edward," she whispered, and for a second I thought that she had woken up. Then she rolled over to face me and I could tell she was still fast asleep.
"He would never ask me out," she went on. "He is like a god while I am just me." Her statement made me frown again. Did she really not see how beautiful she was?
The rest of the night continued on much the same. She must have had a full on conversation with what must have been one of her friends in her dream after you put all her outbursts of speech together. The last thing she said, though, worried me enough to make me wary of how I acted around her.
"There is something different about him," she said. "He doesn't eat, he knows practically everything, and I have never once seen him yawn. Of course, it has only been two days, so I might be way off the mark." Way off the mark? What was she talking about? Did she suspect that I was a vampire? I left right after that, making sure to close her window behind me.