A/N: Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who reviewed.

Just to clear things up: When Bella fell down, everybody was seated already, so nothing happened to her swirls or her stuff :) and when Jasper called her, she was talking out loud, maybe it was more of whispers, but the class didn't notice cos' they were talking. I mean, if a teacher goes out of the classroom, you start blabbering to your friends, right? Or is it just me? Thanks 'caww' for pointing this out :) and your long reviews make me smile :D Of course, everyone else's does too!

Oh and thank you Maestro4EvarMore for giving such a splendid answer for the hits and even telling about the visitor part which I was secretly wondering about :)

I shan't say much. Read on!

(September 3rd) Day 3- Wednesday

"May I inquire as to why you're here right next to me in a Senior Class for 18-year-olds and why Jasper keeps throwing smirks at me, making the two idiots behind swoon?" I asked coldly, not even bothering to look at him.

Jake laughed, "Because I'm cool like that."

"No, you're not." I muttered through my clenched teeth.

"How can you be here? You looked like those old man with long white goatees." I hissed out.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Jacob giving me the what-is-wrong-with-you look, and he said it slowly, like I was a mentally slow, "Bella, you're 24. I'm 22."

I turned to glare at him. He mumbled something about me having killer intent and the rest of the lesson passed in silence. I was making my way to algebra when I realized that Jake was following me.

"Jake, if I wanted a bodyguard, I would have hired one. Stop following me!" I hissed at him.

He looked innocently at me, "What are you talking about, Bella? I'm just going to my next period." He pretended to look at his timetable and said nonchalantly, "Algebra."

I ignored him throughout Algebra even when he kept trying to catch my attention across the room. I also pretended that I didn't know him in English, which he coincidentally had with me too. After slamming my locker shut, I brisk-walked to the cafeteria, hoping to avoid Jake.

No such luck.

Jake matched my pace with ease, "Hey, I'll probably be super popular. So, do you want my help?" He asked smugly.

"Don't get overconfident. It's impossible that you will become popular." I shook my head while laughing and secretly crossing my fingers behind my back.

Jake was good-looking, funny, out-going and he definitely had designer jeans. But I really hoped that if he didn't turn out to be popular, he would leave. This was my undercover story, my past and my fight. I didn't need him to get injured or something.

Once we entered the cafeteria, Jake strutted up to the 'popular' table. I just stood there and watched as the scene unfolds itself.

"Hey, what's up? I'm Jacob."

Lauren and Jessica looked at him, giving him the onceover. A jock spoke up, eyes shining with excitement, "Dude, was the new BMW yours?"

Jake fished out his car keys and threw it at the jock, "Knock yourself out, man."

That jock caught it with ease and grinned goofily, "Welcome to the table, man. You play…" And they duo started talking about sports as others join in while the sluts threw in flirtatious comments and continuously show that their eyes had a twitching problem.

What world am I living in? Just because he's wearing designer jeans and I'm wearing sweats, just because he drives a BMW and I drive an old beat-up truck, makes him popular and me a loser? HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?

I quickly grab an orange and a packet of juice and settle down on an empty table. I ignored the sly winks and the smug grins that Jake was trying to send to me.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Okay, now place your hand on the doorknob and twist it open. It's not that hard. I burst through the door to see that about half that class was already there. Lauren and Jessica weren't there yet. I sat down on my seat and started listening to a random song.

I had French with Jacob too but it just so happened that this Biology period was full and he couldn't have Biology with me. The two sluts strutted in and plopped themselves onto the chair, like they were exhausted, which means I shouldn't visit any janitor's closet anytime soon.

Those two began primping themselves, which means that Professor Cullen was coming to class today. I groaned and decided to face him, since I definitely would in this couple of weeks. But, I wouldn't tell Rose or Emmett that I was actually preparing myself for another 'face-my-fears' move. They would probably laugh till they piss in their pants. Like I said, blocks of wood.

The bell rang, students filled up the lab and Professor Cullen entered. In his arms was a box, a stack of papers and he was wearing that damn pair of black-rimmed glasses that made him looked so smexy. I wonder if he knew that hot nerds were my type… Nahh, he so wasn't dressing to impress me. He probably needed glasses anyway and just somehow manage to pull it off so well.

He placed the box on the table and laid the papers down before adjusting his slightly crooked glasses. He faced the class and greeted us, "Today is going to be the best day ever!"

He seems cheerful enough… "We're dissecting RATS!" He said joyfully.

Silence filled the lab. Apparently, everyone isn't as keen on rats as he thought. And I feel slightly sick, thinking that the box he was carrying could actually be containing those dead rats. Maybe he was secretly a Necrophile and these rats were pets to his corpse bride…

My imagination is running wild again… Ahh, the perks of being a creative reporter.

Lauren raised her hand, "Eddie," Edward cringed and I hid a snigger.

"Since there's an odd number of students in this class, I was like thinking you and I could totally do it together." I'm sure everyone caught that slut-worthy innuendo she made.

"LIKE HEY? What about me?" Jessica whined.

"Stop acting like a bitch, Jessie. Just pair up with the new girl." She sneered at her best friend. Talk about strong bonds of friendship.

"Um… I would suggest you stay with Ms. Stanley, Ms. Mallory. And for the rest of you, the person next to you would be your lab partner for this practical." I smiled as I saw a goofy grin come upon Angela and a small smirk on the guy next to her. They so want each other.

Then I realized… Who's my partner then? OHHH, PLEASE DON'T LET ME BE WITH LAUREN AND JESSICA… PLEASE DON'T… PLEASE DON'T… PLEASE…

"And Isabella can do her practical with me, since I have yet to see how her performance in Biology is like…"

DO… PLEASE DO PUT ME WITH LAUREN AND JESSICA. WE'RE LIKE SO TOTALLY BEST FRIENDS.

But, Edward Cullen ain't a mind reader. He couldn't hear my internal screaming beyond the fake smile that was plastered and taped onto my face. He handed out the dead rats and I had to take several deep breaths to calm myself. Then, the trays of equipment to dissect the rat.

After he got the whole class settled and started, he came to my table and placed the dead rat in front of me. Goosebumps rose on my arm and I tried to subtly move away from the carcass. I didn't dare to breathe but I really needed air. I gulped and glanced at him. He was staring at me… For god knows what reason.

He pushed the dead rat towards me and handed me a scalpel. I toyed with the scalpel and breathed in out in regular motions. I couldn't afford to get nervous and have a panic attack.

With shaking gloved hands, I touch the furry soft rat and slice open its body. Blood oozed out from the cut and I could faintly see the muscle tissues of the rat. I dropped the scalpel and pushed it as far from me as possible.

"You're my partner, aren't you? Try to attempt the rest." I commanded Edward, while trying to keep my lunch down.

He smirked, took the scalpel and pushed the contents inside, trying to find a certain organ. He took the forceps and dragged out a tiny red piece thingy that looked exceedingly squishy. He dropped it into a small plastic bag that was labeled 'heart'.

"This is the heart." He said, while wagging the plastic bag in front of me. No shit Sherlock, you placed the rat's lungs into a plastic bag labeled 'heart' for the fun of it.

He placed the plastic bag on the table and I could see that the heart plop onto the table and I really could just puke right then.

He pushed the carcass towards me, "Your turn."

I peered at the rat. Its bloody organs mixed up and its fur was sticking together due to the blood.

I begun having trouble breathing and my stomach was doing flips. Then, black spots started appearing and I saw double. I shivered, allowed the darkness to consume me and collapse onto the floor.

A/N: LOL. I had never dissected a rat before, so I googled 'dissecting rats'. I saw a picture. Then went to the toilet and out came my lunch. Seriously. It was so disgusting!

Question: Have you ever dissected anything? Share your experience! And would you like an EPOV? It would reveal more about the story… So would you prefer to be kept in suspense or a revelation faster? I'm so confused as to how to continue!

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