BPOV

Monday morning started at the lowest of lows. Em had early morning practice so showered before me, why I didn't know since he would be needed one after the practise anyway, so there was no hot water left. Aucune. Ninguno. Keiner. None, not a single drop. Then I just happened to hear the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof which caused me to realise I would have to walk to school since Em had taken his car to practise and dad had drove to Florida leaving the police cruiser behind which I couldn't really drive. While walking to school the wind had blown my umbrella upside-down snapping it in the process making it no longer usable.

So here I was in the girls' toilets under the hand dryer trying to warm up and dry my cold damp body. Lucky for me I was always at least twenty minutes early for school so the toilets were quiet but I knew as soon as the warning bell rang girls would be flocking to redo their already horrible make-up and hair and check if they look decent, which they didn't but hey!

The creak of the door made me curse myself for jinxing my theory, of course someone was going to come in now.

"Oh hey Bella." The sound of Alice's high pitched voice came to my ears.

Turning around I saw both Alice and Rosalie together, as always, giving me sympathetic looks.

"Oh poor you, you should have called us to pick you up. Rose and I will pick you up for the rest of the week you know since Em's got practise and you don't have a ride."

I grimaced inwardly at the thought of being in the car with those too would sure send me into having a breakdown. "Oh no it's okay."

"Don't be like that Bella we don't mind plus you know Forks the rain is constant and you can't keep coming to school like that." Alice pointed up and down my body.

"Really it's okay." I insisted.

Alice looked as if she were about to protest but Rose cut her off not so quietly whispering. "Alice leave it she doesn't want to okay?" She gave Alice a pointed look clearly telling her to shut up before turning back to me. "I have some spare clothes in my locker the jeans would be too long but the top will fit fine let me get it for you?"

I nodded in thanks, to be honest dry clothes would be great and I reminded myself that if it was raining to pack spare clothes in my book bag and to be smart like Rosalie and leave a pair in my locker.

Alice and I stood awkwardly once Rosalie was gone. I was surprised normally Alice was the talkative one always having something to say but silence worked for me.

When Rosalie came barrelling though the door loudly I swear I heard a sigh coming from Alice probably from relief I mean the awkwardness was killing me too.

After thanking Rosalie for her help and once again refusing Alice's offer I changed into the borrowed cream coloured silk tank which had a bow at the front. It looked pretty expensive with a French label. My mother always said the colour blended in with my skin and I had to agree with her the colour didn't compliment my skin at all. Not that I was going to complain at least I was dry.

Today's first class French. As usual I sat at the back corner of the class. Angela Weber came into class not seconds later behind her so called best friends, Lauren and Jessica, and sat next to me. Snickers could be heard from both witches but this was an everyday occurrence and I couldn't care less.

From what I could tell Angela was a sweet girl with nothing bad to say about anyone. She joined in sophomore year and straight away Whoren and Skankica, names which I had heard flying out of some people's mouths around school, had sunk their claws into her. However Angela stayed true to who she was and didn't get turned into a 'bitch' or a 'slut' she was kind of just a follower maybe because she didn't want to end up...well like me I guess a so called 'loner'.

Mrs Chevalier, yes she was actually from France, came into the class. Her English was terrible even after years of living in America so every time she translated words from French to English no one could really understand. She was old and her hearing was quite bad for a teacher but she was still very sharp and if she saw lips moving then well let's just say 'Welcome to Hell'.

Since she was old her teaching ways were very orthodox with everything reading from the books or copying what she said. Like other language teachers she didn't use CD's or 'funny' videos to help us understand better.

After a very long fifty-five minutes of translating long pieces of text, French was finally over but I still had a whole day ahead of me...

It was finally lunch and I was making my way to the library since I saw Mike eyeing me up whenever he saw me. Today I was an easy target as the game was at the end of the week and everyone knew the players would practise at every available time, so Em couldn't scare him off.

The hallways were silent since I had stayed inside the History class for an extra ten minutes to miss the lunch time chaos and of course Mike.

A hand shot out of no-where pulling me to the corner. The touch was unfamiliar it wasn't strong like Em's or soft like Jasper's, though Jasper knew from firsthand experience not to unexpectedly touch me, instead there was a fairly large hand, smaller than Em's, holding a firm grip on the top of my arm.

Just as I was about to scream a hand clamped down over my mouth. I felt tears well up in my eyes until the soft voice of Edward Cullen came to my ears. My fidgeting stopped immediately so Edward took his hand of my mouth.

"Can you please let go of me." What I wanted to sound firm came out shaky and unsure.

Instantly the hand that had being holding my arm.

I noticed we were at the back of the school with me pressed against the corner of the wall and Edward not a few steps away from me. He had both hands in front of him like he was going to try and comfort me but was very unsure.

"Hey I didn't mean to scare you are you okay? Erm the shaking is kind of freaky." That's when I noticed my body shaking like a mad women. Closing my eyes I tried to pretend like the last couple of minutes never happened while taking huge gulps of air in probably looking like I needed to be in an institute but I couldn't care.

"Right okay, meet me after school at Forks library we can start by choosing what topics to do."

"Couldn't you just tell me that in class?"

The arrogant smirk was in full effect. "I have a reputation to hold." Translating as 'I'm not coming to class because I'm going to be doing something reckless and stupid so everyone thinks I'm cool'

Before he could walk away I added "By the way next time you want to talk can you try not to manhandle me, it would be really appreciated." Once again my voice came out shaky with a slight annoyance in it since I was still out of my comfort zone.

"Once again Isabella I have a reputation to hold." That translating as 'I can't be seen with you everyone will see me as a 'freak' since I'm talking to the 'loner''

Once Edward was out of sight I crumbled to the floor, my legs tucked under my chin and my head lying on top of my knees. I was holding onto everything not to have a panic attack while he was there but now no-one was here to see me.

This was a really stupid idea I shouldn't have agreed, well not that I had a choice. On Friday if something went wrong and I screamed I knew someone would hear me, today however we would be all alone. Shut up Bella just pretend you're sitting in a full classroom like it's another science lesson. Use your stupid crazy imaginative brain to think of scenarios that you are not alone in that stupid eerie quite library.

My breathing picked up as my brain had done the opposite of what I wanted.

Great I was so screwed.

AN: Hi, it's been long hasn't it? Yeah well sorry about that I've been extremely busy and been focusing on my other story. I just want to say that I'm starting school in a week and it's a really important year but whenever I find time I will try and update.

Also I have a blog running, link on profile, which has some teasers on it for all my stories.

I think that's all I need to say so hope you like and review.