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"Short skirts are not allowed in the university." Mr. Greene grimaced at a group of girls who had decided to wear colorful mini skirts in the middle of winter.
Students walked by and gave out smirks at the dean's over reaction. No doubt some thing had happened at his house that fueled his temper.
"I didn't know there was a dress code policy here," one of the girls said.
"Neither did I." Some one else spoke.
Another girl spoke up. "Mr. Greene, what's wrong with mini skirts?"
At that second, a group of boys walked past them and gave out low whistles. The girls giggled and suddenly realized what was going through Mr. Greene's head. They gave each other nervous glances, knowing that they were going to get a huge lecture from him.
"That's what's wrong. When you all are in your classes, every student is going to stare at you instead of paying attention to the professor. You won't gain any knowledge in a good learning environment like this university." He took a deep breath.
One of the girls dug her long nails in to her palm to keep from laughing. Another girl rolled her eyes when the dean wasn't watching.
His tirade wasn't over though but his voice was quieter. "I remember when you all used to complain about having to pay too much to go to school. If you paid any attention in high school about financing for college, you should remember that your teachers said you pay most of your money to get a seat in a classroom. They were right. Now what you do with your time in that seat is up to you."
A girl laughed. Mr. Greene shot her a deadly look but when he started speaking, his words came out in a rush. "All I'm trying to say here is that if you wear mini skirts, you'll have students gazing at you." He coughed out the word 'boys'. "If they are staring at you, you will be staring at them. If you all are staring at each other, no one will be staring at the professor which will lead to an annoyed professor. Then the professor will call me and tell me that his students were not paying attention in class. At the end of the semester, you'll all fail his final and fail all the other finals. So you'll have no other choice but to drop out."
All the girls stared at him with their mouths open and wondered how wearing mini skirts led to talking about dropping out of school.
"If you girls ever try to excite boys like this again, I'll tell your moms." With that, he strode away with his head held high in the air but not before bumping in to the back of Mrs. Cope's head.
He glanced at the woman wearing a green skirt that was short and gave out a huff, thinking that he would have to give out a huge lecture about skirts in the auditorium to every single girl in the university.
"Didn't I just say that short skirts are not allowed?"
Mrs. Cope turned her head around and Mr. Greene's breathing became short when he saw who was standing in front of him. Every one knew that he never disrespected a female professor especially not Mrs. Cope.
"What were you saying, Mr. Greene?" she asked him.
The dean gave out a nervous laugh and his voice became kinder. "I was just saying that short skirts should not be worn here."
Mrs. Cope looked awestruck. "What? Really? But don't you know that it's the latest fashion?"
Mr. Greene gave out another nervous laugh and the group of girls were in a fit of laughter. They had never seen the dean like that before. He had never seemed to be a man who was powerless to a woman. They had all just heard the rumors about that but now, they had witnessed it first hand. It was hilarious.
"Don't I look nice today, Mr. Greene?"
He looked flustered. "You look very prutty."
"Prutty?"
"I meant pretty. But I'm going to have to let you know that you can't wear them to school after today. It'll disturb the youngsters' learning."
"What do you mean, Greene? Am I not young? You know, you always wear boring clothes. Wearing different outfits will make you look younger. Can't you wear other clothes besides dress suits?" Her voice had a comic edge to it.
"I used to wear fancy clothes for my wife when she was alive. Does that count?"
Mrs. Cope blinked. She was trying to think of clothes that men could wear that were fancier that dress suits.
Mr. Greene just laughed again and started backing away from the secretary.
"I'll see you around, Mr. Greene!" Mrs. Cope hollered.
Blood rose up to the dean's cheeks.
Bella sat on the wall and watched the whole ordeal, chuckling quietly. Mrs. Cope flirting with Mr. Greene was the funniest thing she had seen all day and her mood was considerably brighter. Once again, she was waiting for Edward, except this time, he was in the library.
She thought about her day in English class. Edward had tried to pay attention to Mr. Mason's lesson but he hated "Romeo and Juliet" and would rather read "A Midsummer Night's Dream". He'd never had much patience with Romeo, saying that he was too fickle for his liking. So he spent most of his time trying to get Bella to talk to him who was almost unsuccessful at paying attention to Mr. Mason. With one hard stomp of her foot on Edward's, though, she was able to learn. He had glared violently at her.
As the students walked out the building, Bella caught sight of Edward swinging his bag over his shoulder and jogging up to her. A few girls stared at him and gave out sighs.
Bella wanted to roll her eyes but couldn't because she was still laughing at what Mr. Greene had just done.
"Are you ready to go?" a soft voice asked right next to her.
Bella turned around to face him. There was an amused expression on his face and suddenly, Bella realized why the girls had been staring at him. He was a handsome man, she had to admit, and wondered why she hadn't noticed before. His hair was slightly ruffled in the wind and the sun shining in the sky made is bronze hair glow. Her favorite crooked smile was in place and his green eyes, full of depth, were smoldering at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.
Bella was mesmerized in to telling the truth. "I've never noticed before why the girls stare at you. Now I can see. You're quite the beautiful boy."
"Should I add another admirer to the list? I thought you weren't one of those girls," he teased.
"I'm not," Bella shot back. "But I understand them, that's all. There are so many girls who like you, Edward. I wonder when the right woman will catch your eye."
Edward gave her a look that she didn't understand. She's never seen that emotion on his face before but she noticed that his eyes were intense, really intense.
"I don't know, Bella. I haven't thought about my love life yet." He was looking at every where but her.
Bella gazed at the library and realized that this was uncomfortable for Edward to talk about. She glanced at him and saw that his usually pale face was light red. "Are you blushing?"
"No." But his face flushed even darker.
"Not according to your face."
"Can we please get the subject off of me?" Edward pleaded quietly.
Bella shook her head with a small smile on her face. "I like it when you feel self conscious. It's a once in a life time chance that I get to see you blush."
"You're a sadist, Bella."
Bella gave out a light chuckle. "I wonder what all those girls will think if I go up to them and tell them that you've never dated or had a girl friend before."
Edward groaned but Bella ignored him. "What kind of woman are you looking for?"
"I'll tell you as we walk home."
Bella hopped off the wall and started to walk slowly away with Edward toward the dorm buildings. The sun was setting below the horizon and the wind was slightly blowing. Bella could feel the cold rush of the breeze across her face and that released the tension in her muscles. For once, she felt happy in the cold weather but she had a feeling it had some thing to do with the boy walking next to her. His presence and friendship made living in the north tolerable.
He gaze was turned toward him and he was staring at her.
"I enjoy the feeling of the breeze, don't you?" he asked her gently.
"Only today," she sighed. "But don't change the subject. We were talking about you."
"I haven't forgiven you for crushing my feet in English class today. I shouldn't have to say any thing to you. I have the right to be silent, you know."
"You'll live or are you not tough enough to live through my feeble attempt at teaching you a lesson?"
"I'll live."
"Don't ever try to get me in to trouble again. It's bad enough that you always make us late to class."
"You could always walk to the university alone."
"Who'd be there to show you the way?" Bella asked sarcastically as Edward roared with laughter.
She enjoyed it a lot when she saw Edward in high spirits. His happiness was always contagious and she couldn't help but smile. He put an arm on her shoulder casually and as usual, her heart skipped a beat.
"You're right," Edward agreed.
They both walked comfortably down the side walk while people were glancing at them. They waved at the two of them as the two walked home the way they usually did.
"The right woman for you?" Bella probed quietly.
She waited patiently for Edward to pour out his thoughts to her. He gathered all his words so that they would make sense to her. He had thought about the woman of his dreams a lot lately since he would always feel lonely when Bella wasn't there. He would never admit that to her, though. He wouldn't ever tell her that he had some how become addicted to her presence. He lifted his arm off her shoulder.
Edward heaved an exasperated sigh and turned to look at the trees. "I'd like some one as graceful as the leaves."
Bella realized that she didn't fit that. She was probably the most graceless girl he had ever met. She was surprised to notice that this realization was painful. Since when did she care if she could be the type of girl Edward would like? She always knew that they were leagues apart. Of course he would never be interested in her. She was plain Bella. Edward would want a woman who was like him and Bella was not like him at all. She wasn't beautiful, rich, perfect, or brilliant.
Edward continued on with out noticing the pained expression on Bella's face. "Some one who doesn't care what I look like. Some one who makes my heart splutter frantically even when I just think of her name. I haven't met the girl who I can look at and get this feeling."
"Feeling?" Bella asked. She could hear the hoarse tone of her voice.
Edward couldn't. "There's a feeling. You won't understand."
Bella fumbled with the zipper of her jacket. Then she stuffed her hands in her pockets after noticing they had become dry. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. What were the feelings she was getting? It must've been the weather. Thinking it was, she recovered and her good humor was back.
"When she smiles, the whole world smiles. When she laughs, every one laughs along with her and when she cries, every one will be there to comfort her."
Bella's interest increased. "And what will you do when you meet her?"
Edward shrugged nonchalantly. "I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead."
Bella doubled over in laughter. Edward glared at her with an annoyed expression. "It's not funny."
"Yes it is. So you have been thinking about your dream woman lately, haven't you?"
"You've caught me." The blood rushed back in to his cheeks.
Bella composed her expression. "Sorry. That was just too funny."
"But don't worry, Bella. If I don't meet her, I'll always have you."
She rolled her eyes to keep the blush out of her face. "A boy can dream."
"You'll always be there for me, won't you Bella? I can't imagine what my life would've been like if you hadn't been there for me in the first place," Edward admitted.
He thought he sounded pathetic and helpless.
A wry smile was playing on Bella's face and she was glad to hear those words from Edward. "You have your family."
"It wouldn't have been the same." He shook his head.
She sped up her pace on the side walk until she could see the buildings. She couldn't think of a way to answer the last statement Edward had made. Edward strode up to her and linked his arm through hers. There was a comfortable silence between them but there were a lot of loud questions going through Edward's head. He decided to probe her in a way that wouldn't make his interest obvious.
"Now that we've got my dream woman taken care of, let's talk about you."