CHAPTER 4

BPOV

The disgusting noise of my alarm clock woke me up from my sleep. Ugg! School again! Seeing everyone together acting like a couple makes me feel disgusted and hollow at the same time. Most of them just pretend to date the popular guys and girls to get popular themselves. The popular lot seems to enjoy this attention and feeling someone desired. Ugg! Looks like a business deal.

But worse are those who seem to believe in it. They seem to think they will spend their lives together. Can anyone be more stupid? They will simply end up like my parents, and if they are not lucky enough, they will end up with a daughter to decide where to put her when you are quarrelling and then again when you get divorced.

So you see, I don't really believe in relationships. But I won't deny the mixed feeling of anger and disappointment when I see Jake making out with some cheap excuse of a girl who only wants to be seen with Jake to gain popularity. A lot of boys had tried the same with me, but of course I have neither time nor patience for them. By I can't blame Jake for it. It's just his way to let out his frustration.

I knew it very well that he had real feelings for me when he said he liked me more than the best friends way and wanted us together. That night, I dreamt of him, of us, together. But then we started arguing over something, and it reminded me of my parents. I shot upright, I couldn't bear the thought of yelling at him.

The next day I made it very clear to him that I had no feelings of such kind for him. But I was scared that he won't get over it and won't talk to me anymore. It would get awkward in the band. But my best friend as he was, he understood, to the point that he would keep being friends with me. However, when he left, I found a fresh lily on the table where he stood. I was stunned and amazed at the same time. He knew it's my favorite flower and he cared about me. It meant a lot to me. I caressed the lily "I'm sorry Jake. I never wanted to hurt you, I never did."

I dried the lily and preserved it in my sketchbook. It's my other hobby, not painting, but sketching, figures and landscapes.

"Bella your alarm went off half an hour ago, are you alright?" Charlie asked, worried.

Damn! Daydreaming again! "I'm fine dad, just gimme a minute!" I yelled in a hurry.

I went downstairs and sat to have my toast and fruit juice with Charlie. After a minute of silence, he started, "You know what Bells, Carlisle has moved back into Forks. He joined the hospital yesterday."

"Oh" was all I could say. I couldn't see why he would bring this topic up at the breakfast. He didn't talk about the hospital much, and since I stopped being the Clumsy Bella I was, my visit to his workspace became less and less frequent.

Charlie voice brought me back from my reverie, "Don't you remember them at all? You and Edward were friends when they came last time."

"Umm, when exactly was that?" I asked, unsure.

"When you were five." Now Charlie's expression turned sheepish.

"Well, that explains everything then" I rolled my eyes "Okay dad, let me get going, I'm late already" I ran to my Porsche with my car key and jacket in one hand and my backpack in the other.

"By the way, mom told me about them last night!" I shouted before getting into my car. Renee told me, what I think is their life history, last night. Though he didn't remember much about Edward and only said Rosalie, his sister had blond curls.

Even with my crazy driving I couldn't avoid being late. Mrs. Smith looked unimpressed as I ran to my calculus class. When I reached the class Mr. Ford already had started the introduction. I apologized and went to my sit. I saw an unfamiliar face with tousled golden bronze hair sitting at my table.

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