Yay!!! I finally finished the chapter! So sorry it took forever to get this out, but here it is and i won't give anything away. So Enjoy chapter 6

Disclaimer: Steph Meyer owns Twilight, I don't.

Chapter 6

BPOV

"Thanks for gracing me with your time Miss Swan. I hope your schedule wasn't too full for you to take my phone call."

I rolled my eyes at Alice's hurt tone on the other line as I flipped through a magazine at the grocery store. Even though Renee wasn't good at cooking, she had an amazing eye for prepared meals at the store. She went ballistic every time we stepped through the automatic slide doors and she stopped to look at all the food waiting to be bought and eaten. I loved watching my mom get excited over this little fettish, so I always made sure to stay clear when she was in "grocery shopping mode."

"Alice, I meant to call, but it's been a hectic week. The only reason I had time today was because I called in sick at work."

"You see? So you did have to squeeze me into your oh so buuuusy schedule! That hurts," Alice replied and topped it off with a little sniff.

"Or it could mean that I was thinking of you so much, that I gave up a day's pay to talk to you…and nurse my cramps. I was actually feeling sick today Al."

"Ugh, why is Aunt Flow so cruel."

"Tell me about it."

"Okay you're forgiven. Only because you don't feel good and because I love you too much! I will dismiss the fact that you haven't called me since last Friday," I heard her huff into the receiver and I couldn't stop the giggle that emanated from my mouth. She was always so petty. I guess that's what made her lovable.

"So Alice? What was the big juicy news you wanted to tell me the last time we talked?"

"Oh now you want to know don't you?"

I internally groaned and squeezed my eyes shut. "Alice, I thought we were going to put away the fact that it wasn't nice of me to not call. Be nice."

"Eh okay…"

"Thanks. Okay so what is the news?"

I heard Alice squeal at the top of her lungs and I thought my ear drum must've shattered into a million pieces.

"Okay okay so---"

"Wait hold on. Let me regain the function of my ear before you proceed."

"Oh sorry."

"Kidding! Go ahead."

"I met a guy!"

My eyes almost bulged out of my head. "You're kidding?"

I heard Alice laugh on the other line. "Nope. And it's not one of those high school silly relationships either. Jasper is the sweetest person on the entire planet."

I smiled at Alice's voice. She seemed to be really into this person from what I could hear. "His name is Jasper?"

"Yeah. I met him outside of the offices a couple months back. I was having coffee at this little shop and he came in looking all fine and what not. We started talking, and we just hit it off. And hey! He's a senior at NYU! I should have him talk to you about the school. I know how you want to go there next year."

This was very true. New York was mine and Alice's dream. We always talked about how she would be the leading fashionista, and I would be the featured writer in the New York Times. So far Alice's dreams were coming true, while mine seemed to be at a standstill.

"That actually sounds like a good idea. Once I get my Spanish grade up,---"

"Ugh that's right! How is the tutoring going?"

"I swallowed my pride like you said, and I am meeting with Edward tomorrow."

I heard Alice make a shivering noise. "Bleh Cullen. Always the nerdy snot nose."

"He isn't that bad…I don't think."

"Eh you're probably right. You were always the nice one in our group."

"Well when you have Mike and Tyler torturing the poor guy, you can't help but feel a little bad."

Alice made one of those unattractive noises again. "Please. I always got a kick out of it. But truth be told, if Mike and his dick cult followers are still messing with the guy then there is no hope of them ever growing up."

"Very true."

Alice and I talked a bit more about how her internship was going and how Jasper was super into literature like I was. Alice made me laugh every five seconds and every time she did, I began to miss her even more. As she kept talking on about New York and how amazing it was, I started getting a little nervous over what I wanted to tell her about Jacob. She hadn't mentioned him yet, and I was hoping that she would so that I wouldn't have to. Alice always had this not-so-good-feeling about Jake and the way he acted with girls. She knew that I had a tremendous crush on him and never really approved of it and our friendship. Sometimes Alice would have me second guess myself about Jake, but then I would get sidetracked by his smile or his warm nature. I couldn't help it. I was smitten.

"Helloooo Bella? Anybody home over there?"

I blinked multiple times before I realized that I had dozed off while Alice was talking. Wow, what a friend I was turning out to be.

"Sorry Al. I was just thinking."

"Oh? About what?"

"Nothing."

"Not nothing Bella Swan! Were you thinking about something naughty?"

I couldn't say anything. It wasn't that I was thinking naughty thoughts, but anything having to do with Jacob made me feel overly embarrassed.

"I knew it! Who is he? And why does he have you blushing scarlet like I know you are now?"

I smacked myself hard in the face and willed myself to stop being so predictable.

"Alice before I tell you anything, you must promise not to interrupt me."

"Nope can't make that promise."

"You suck."

"I know," Alice said in that light hearted way of hers.

"It's Jake. He finally asked me out."

I was met with silence.

"Alice?"

"Please tell me you turned him down."

"No I didn't."

"Bella!!"

"Alice I know he isn't on your good list, but that's only because you won't forgive him for accidentally scratching your car sophomore year!"

"Not true! I didn't like him before that and it wasn't an accident! Boy did it on purpose," Alice's volume level reached epic proportions.

I sighed into the phone and shut the magazine I was looking at. "Alice, please give him a shot. I know him better then you do."

"Really? Then do you know why he looked so fucked up the last time you and I saw him?"

"…No..."

"Exactly! I know it's wrong of me to act judgmental, but there is something off about Jacob Black, Bella, and everyone seems to recognize it except for you! There is a reason he never hung out with us at school."

"Nobody ever gave him a chance that's why," I replied in a whiny voice.

"You know what Bella? I give. Go ahead and see for yourself. Just be careful not to get hurt."

"Jake's not going to hurt me."

"If you say so."

"He won't."

But somehow, I was finding myself doubting Jake again. He was a good person, but very secretive as well. I knew he was hiding something, but what was it?

***

I slept soundly that night, dreaming about the next time I would see Jake again. After my talk with Alice, I was a bit distraught, but when I got home, my dad told me Jake had called. I called Jake back and we had a really long talk about anything and everything. He was so easy to talk to and even more easy to be around. After I hung up, I was no longer worried about what Alice had said to me. Jake was a good person, and I believed it wholeheartedly.

When I woke up, I was sourly disappointed to hear hard raindrops hitting my window. I was kind of wishing the sun would make an appearance today, but I guess you couldn't have everything. As I got up to get dressed for the cold weather day, I groaned and realized that today was tutoring with Edward. I was diligent the whole week, making sure I took notes on things I did and didn't understand and making a list of all the assignments I had failed in Mr. Rodriguez's class. Even though I recoiled from the idea of tutoring, I wasn't about to let my grades suffer because of my stupidity. I knew fairly well that I was a smart person who deserved to pass that class. I was just going to have to work at it. I grabbed my book bag hanging from my desk chair and flew out of my room and down the stair into the kitchen. My mom wasn't home again and neither was my father, so I hunted down another poptart, ate it, and then gulped down a cup of coffee.

I was out the door in minutes. Thankfully my dad, with the help of Jacob, fixed up my car in no time the day Billy and Jake came to visit. The beauty was now running smoothly. When I made it to school, I pulled into my usual parking spot and looked around to see if any of my friends had come in already. From the looks of it nobody had, so I stayed in my car, working on some last minute homework. I aimlessly tried to figure out a Calculus problem, when from the corner of my eye, I saw a hint of silver pass by. I looked up and saw a silver Volvo parking across the lot from me. I'd never seen that car before, so I was curious to see who it was. When the passenger door opened and out came Tanya Denali in a cute plaid sweater smiling like there was no tomorrow, I wondered who exactly she was car pooling with. I watched as the driver side opened. Out came forth none other than Edward Cullen. How did I not know that Volvo was his car? I knew the boy forever, and I even lived across from him. Never once had I seen that car! I was surprised at my own oblivious-ness and a bit angry as well. Weather I liked it or not, this kind of showed how wrapped up in my world I had become.

I continued to spy on Edward and Tanya. They talked a little bit by the car before Tanya took Edward's arm and pulled him playfully toward the school. Edward pushed up his glasses, and like a little boy, followed Tanya inside. As the door to the school closed behind the couple, I was pulled out of my daze, wondering why I had this sudden bitter feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's not like I thought of Edward in that way, but I still couldn't get that yucky feeling to go away.

"Wow, Swan. Get a grip why don't you?" I shook my head trying to rid my mind of my idiocy and opened the car door. I walked up to the school and scanned the place for Angela or someone who didn't bug the living daylights out of me.

Sadly, I ran into Mike.

"Isabella, don't you just look amazing today," I heard him whisper from behind, into my ear.

I sighed deeply and turned to face the obnoxious face of Mike Newton, knowing that my blow to the head from Friday might've caused him some brain damage.

"Well aren't you going to give me a kiss hello," Mike said as he pouted his mouth and batted his eyes.

I smirked and raised an eyebrow in his direction. "Kiss this Mike."

I stuck my middle finger in his face and watched as his expression fell to the floor in sadness. Good.

"How you wound me Swan."

"You know you deserve it," I said as I walked away and found Angela at the top of the school stairs. She was giving me a shocked look and I realized she had witnessed how harsh I had been.

"I know it's Mike, Bella, but could you have been any more mean?" Angela clutched her books to her chest and timidly looked up at me.

"I couldn't help it! He just makes me so angry."

Angela smiled at my petty behavior. "True. Do you want Ben to talk to him? I know it might not make a difference because Mike doesn't really understand the concept of listening, but you never know…miracles can happen."

I laughed and hung my head in defeat. "No. Let Mike be Mike. I'll only have to put up with him for a few more months."

"That's the spirit Bell." With that, Angela and I both walked into the school as the warning bell rung.

***

I walked out of Spanish class feeling more downtrodden than ever. I had put the tutoring in the back of my mind, knowing that I wasn't manning up and facing it for a reason. As I took out the little folder that held all my Spanish stuff, I figured out that I didn't want to be patronized and belittled just because I couldn't understand one little thing. I was good at figuring out stuff for myself. I never needed someone to point me in the right direction and shoot. Sure, teachers were there to help you learn, but it all seemed so different now that I needed even more help than the help I was already getting. It's like my brain had shrunk and I needed extra people to help me inflate it back up again, rather than just me doing it all by myself. Again, I couldn't help but feel my sense of pride weaken as I drove to the library to meet with Edward for our first tutoring session.

I pulled into the parking lot and looked up at the familiar building. Before Renee took up her own business, she would always take me to the library so I could read and and go to story time. It was the highlight of my day and when I finally learned how to read, I couldn't put the book I was reading down. I internally smiled at the fact that probably the only people who knew this about me where Angela, Alice and my parents. Most people assumed that I was most likely illiterate and that the only thing I knew how to read were the instructions on a hairspray bottle. I giggled silently as I walked out of my truck and eyed the silver Volvo in the parking spot next to me. Geez Cullen was fast.

I walked into the familiar foyer and smiled at the middle aged librarian sitting behind her desk. She gave me a little wave as I proceeded into the area where all the desks were. A couple of people were there with books scattered all over their desk. I could almost feel the concentration radiating off of them. Maybe some of it would rub off on me. Unfortunately though, I didn't see Edward among the tables. I walked through the aisle of books and made my way to the other possible place he could be. I walked to the sides of the library and began to walk down the wall, where a couple of tables were lined. There in the corner of the American History section, was my bronze haired tutor. He was concentrating awful hard on a book that was lying lazily in his lap. His head was angled downward and I could see how he kept pushing up his glasses out of habit. He didn't notice my presence, so when I finally got about two feet away from him, I cleared my throat and waited for him to reply.

He didn't.

He kept reading, totally oblivious to the outside world. For some reason, I smiled , thinking again to the times I still did that, totally surrounded by the world of the books. I couldn't blame Edward for his being oblivious. It was a great place to be. Sadly though, I had to cut his reading time, because I seriously needed to get my tutoring time in.

"Edward," I said boldly and watched as his head shot up in surprise.

He squinted at me and then finally came to the realization of where he was and why I was approaching him.

"Hey," he said as he closed the book sharply and placed it in his book bag.

"Sorry, I totally meant to meet you out front, but…"

"You got distracted. I can tell." I gave him a small smile as I sat down across from him.

"Yeah," he said and looked down at his hands that were lying on the table.

"Understandable."

Silence permeated the atmosphere as we both realized that we had nothing else to say. So, trying to be polite, I made small talk.

"What were you reading?"

"Bella it's fine." He gave me a look of…embarrassment was it?

"What?"

"You don't have to act interested in what I like."

My eyes widened in a bit of sadness. What made him think I was pretending? It was a decent question to ask someone who you would be spending a sufficient amount of time with. He didn't have to be so…mean.

"I wasn't acting, but if you say so…" I reached down into my book bag and began to take out my Spanish book and my Spanish notes from the past few weeks.

"Les Miserables," I heard him say quietly from above.

I popped up and fixed him with an interested glare. "Really? How do you like it so far?"

"It's good. I'm not one for depressing literature, but the time period is a favorite."

"So you're not one for depressing literature, but you are one for depressing history?"

A crease formed in Edwards forehead. Oops. I could never really control my thoughts from forming into words.

"What do you mean," he asked as he played with his black sleeve cuffs.

"You know, The French Revolution, the Guillotine, the blood, the starvation and the death. Your saying that France in the 1800's is a favorite, yet you don't like the depressing mood of Les Mis , which was set in that 'depressive' time period of French history. It's kind of oxymoronic don't you think?"

Filter Bella FILTER! Where is that stupid filter when you need it. I stared at Edward and waited for a response as I scolded myself for being so bold as to try and piss the smartest guy in school off. And where the hell did this confidence in European history come from? I wasn't ashamed to admit that I didn't like to flaunt the fact that I was good at history and literature.

I held my breath as Edward stared at me. Tick. Tock. Crap.

To my surprise, Edward began to smile what some would call a pretty damn gorgeous crooked smile. I was stunned…only slightly. And like hell was I about to admit it.

"I suppose it is somewhat of an oxymoron Bella. I didn't know you had read Les Miserables."

I smirked in his direction. "I guess I am full of surprises."

"Apparently."

We stayed silent a few seconds more as we got situated with our textbooks and leafs of stranded papers. Edward took out a pen and began to write something down in a black Composition book that looked ragged of use.

"Okay Bella. So why don't we start with what you know."

"Meaning…"

"Meaning, what are your strengths in Spanish. Are you better at grammar or at vocabulary and culture. Speaking, reading or writing etc."

I pushed a stranded curl behind my ear as I tried to figure out what exactly would classify as strengths when I was failing the class. "I guess vocabulary is the easiest. Memorization comes easy and reading is second nature. And speaking isn't too hard either. It's just knowing what to say in the right tense that's the problem."

As I spoke Edward took notes feverishly. Once he was done, he put his pen down and looked up at me. "Good. So you would agree that most of the assignments that you have bombed would have to do with culture, grammar and writing."

I looked into my folder to find all the F tests and assignments.

Edward was right on the nose.

Of course.

"Here is what I suggest. How about we delay the vocabulary altogether and try to fit in the speaking and reading. But what we want to mostly focus on is the grammar. If you can hone your grammar, than it will easily spill over to reading, speaking, and writing."

"That sounds logical," I replied with a head nod. "But what about the culture? The mid-term culture section is going to cover the Panamanian culture, and I haven't the faintest idea where that is."

Edward began to shake his head. "Don't worry about that. I have that figured out. But it will take up one of your Saturday afternoons."

My eyes narrowed at the top of his head, too afraid to look straight at him. "I told you Edward. Saturday's are off limits."

Edward leaned forward and gazed at me. "I don't mean to be pushy Bella, but one Saturday can't hurt. I know by the way you talk about it that your Saturday's are important, but so is your grade. Or am I mistaken that this class will make or break your graduation requirements?"

My eyes found his and I glared at him. "How did you know that?"

"Power of deduction," he said, leaning back into his chair.

I sighed and raked a hand through my curls. "Fine. One Saturday though. That's all I am giving you."

"And that's all I ask."

"So now that we have the formalities out of the way, can we get started on the tutoring?"

Edward gave me that crooked smile again and laughed quietly. "My pleasure."

***

By the end of the session, I walked out of the library feeling confident in my subjunctive tenses and my imperfect tenses, two of my hardest tenses to grasp. Even though I hated to admit it, Edwards way of explaining just clicked. Whenever I got frustrated, he let me vent and waited for me to calm my aching pride. Then he would start again with a newer approach to the topic at hand. If I didn't understand again, he would patiently wait for my quiet fuming to stop and go for another angle again. No one was ever that patient with me. They would either roll their eyes at me and say I was being dramatic as usual or just walk away. With Edward, things were simplistic. And when it wasn't, he would break the complexities piece by piece, forcing it to mold into a simplistic form.

As we both walked to our cars, I found myself actually appreciating Edward's presence rather than staying away from it. But still…I was having a bit of a hard time relating to him. Edward would make a perfect teacher, but anything beyond that like friends made me feel weirded out.

And I'm pretty sure he thought the same thing. There were times in our conversation where he got a little uncomfortable with my eccentric way of expressing myself, making it even more clear that we were polar opposites. So maybe staying in that professional state of mind was a good thing. I didn't want to scare the socially awkward boy with my socially outright mannerisms.

We both walked silently to our cars and as I heard his car door open, I debated on whether or not to say goodbye.

Apparently I didn't need to.

"Hey Bella?"

I turned around after setting my bag on the bench. "What's up?"

"Your mid-term is in two weeks." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah?"

"That means two Friday's of tutoring aren't going to prepare you enough for you to pass that test."

Shit, he was right. I hadn't thought about it. "Umm so what do you suggest we do?"

"Well if it's no inconvenience to you, how about we have another tutoring session on Sunday and a couple more days next week."

I looked down at my shoes and began to think about how much I would have to miss if I took him up on his offer. There were parties I had been invited to and Jake and I were planning on going to catch a movie sometime next week.

Bella don't be stupid. This guy is being nice and offering you a way to pass a class you desperately need to pass. I smiled at the ground as I heard the words Alice would have said to me in this situation. And my imaginary Alice was right. Thinking about how I would miss a party and movie was completely unnecessary, considering I had an F in Spanish and I was supposedly determined to raise it.

"Sunday is good. How about we meet at the diner, since the library will be closed."

I saw I tiny bit of surprise pass Edwards face, but I had no idea as to why. "Sounds reasonable. One o'clock good?"

"Fine with me."

"Kay."

Edward said no more and got into his car. The engine on the Volvo silently purred and as I watched Edward drive out of the lot, I involuntarily sighed after him.

"Oh geez," I whispered sarcastically as I got into my car.

Bella Swan, could you be any more of a girl?

***

I woke up to the Saturday rain and gusty wind. As I rolled over in bed to shut off the alarm that was going off, I thought back to yesterday's somewhat adventure. It finally seemed like something had gone right. I was so tired of thinking that things weren't going to get fixed and after I walked out of the library, I felt triumphant over my lack of Spanish skills. It was like all the pieces of the puzzle were coming together.

That was until I walked downstairs.

They were fighting again. And so early in the morning. Usually they reserved their fights for the nighttime when they usually thought I was asleep. I could only hear muffles from the bedroom as I walked into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee before leaving the house. I shut my eyes and tried very hard to ignore the volume levels growing louder and more angry. I heard my mother let out a string of curses, so I made the decision to grab my keys off the key holder and jump in the car. I knew I would regret missing breakfast, but I wasn't about to be witness to another one of my parents shouting matches. As much as it hurt, I preferred the numbing sense of denial wash over me. I started up my car and thanked myself for dressing before going downstairs. I held the steering wheel in one hand and balanced my coffee thermos in the other, praying that my clumsiness was still slumbering beneath the surface. As I drove on the familiar rode, I began to relax into my seat.

I kept repeating Everything's fine, in my head. They will be fine. We will be fine…hopefully.

I shook my head in anguish and made a quick left into the small parking lot next to a cute blue building. I parked the car in my usual spot and cut the loud engine. Didn't want to disturb anyone out of their wits. I leaned onto the other side of the bench, opened the dashboard, and took out one tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, and one See's Candy milk chocolate bar. I smiled at my little possessions as I hopped out of my truck and sped walked to the entrance of the facility. As I walked in, I waved hello to the receptionist in the foyer and signed in as Isabella Swan on the visitor's list.

"How is she doing today," I murmured, scribbling away on the paper.

The receptionist, otherwise known as Judy, smiled her gleaming smile. "Gertie is doing a lot better today. I believe she is awake today."

I felt happiness wiggle in my stomach at the prospects of today and quickly wrote down the time I had come in on the list.

When I looked up, I found Judy eyeing the chocolate bar in my hand. "Isabella, you know you're not allowed to bring in outside food for the patients."

I momentarily wavered and came up with a quick lie to hide my tracks. "Of course. This isn't for Nana. It's for me. I need a little snack every now and then considering the fact that there aren't any vending machines in this place."

Relief washed over Judy's face and I quickly turned to head over to my Nana's room. Once I was an ear shot away from Judy, I muttered, "Yeah right," and continued the long walk to my Great grandma's room.

The convalescent home wasn't my idea. I hated seeing Nana in this facility, with old people who were no longer in their right minds. Nana was strong, an independent. I knew that the day she took a spill in her house and had to wait for hours until someone showed up, that Renee would suggest we put her in a retirement center. Charlie immediately agreed, saying that Nana was at the point in her life where she needed constant supervision.

Nana and I screamed bloody murder until we could scream no more. Nana loved her house. It was a beautiful white one story with a small yet well looked after garden in front. Her floors were made of rich dark wood, and her kitchen always smelled of fresh backed cupcakes. I loved coming over to Nana's every Saturday to read to her, since she could no longer read herself. Nana loved the classics. She had a whole bookshelf in her room devoted to them. But most of all, she loved Austen. She said Austen gave her hope in times of trial, whether it be in love, family, money, or friendship. But now that Nana was in this institution, she could no longer look after her home that held all her little prized trinkets and things.

So every Saturday like clockwork, I would bring something of home to her. Jane Austen was a given, but I loved surprising her with flowers from her garden, oranges from the tree in the back yard, and even some of her old clothes whenever she felt like going for a walk. Today though, it was her all time favorite: See's Candy.

When I finally reached the room, I poked my head in to see if she was truly awake. Lo and behold, Nana was sitting upright in her bed with her eyes closed, listening to a soft melody come out of the radio near her bed. Grandma was always super little. I never got over the fact that at any moment she could break and I would never see her again. So, I gradually tiptoed into the room and tried not to disturb her from her day dreams.

"What do you think you're doing sneaking in unannounced Isabella Marie," she asked without opening her eyes.

I grinned at Nana Gert's way of knowing things without having to hear or see anything.

"Hey Gertrude," I said as I sat down on one of the couches.

My great grandma's forehead creased as I used her full name. "No Gertrude Isabella. You know how I don't like it."

Again I smiled. Nana always made it a point to call me by my full name even though I hated it, but whenever I repeated that same courtesy, she would tell me not to. She once told me the reason, and I laughed so hard that my ribs ached. She said that whenever someone called her Gertrude, she would get a mental image of Gertrude Stein's portrait by Pablo Picasso, and she did not want to be compared to Mrs. Stein. She believed her to be too ugly.

Nana is oh so vain.

" I brought you something," I said and set the See's Candy bar down next to her hand. At the feel of the wrapped paper, she opened on of her lids and looked down at the candy. She closed her eyes again and took the candy bar, smiling one of her "Chocolate Smiles." Nana loved chocolate, so much so, that I had taken the liberty to go to the store one time and buy her three packets of chocolate wafers, a second favorite of hers.

"You really are my great granddaughter," she murmured as she took a small bite out of the chocolate. I watched as she slowly ate, waiting for her to give me the signal to start reading.

Once she finished half of the chocolate, she wrapped it up and stuck it in her nightstand drawer where she kept all her chocolaty valuables. "Well Isabella, what are you waiting for. I believe we left off at the part where Mr. Collins comes to visit the Bennett household."

I made a disgusted sound as I thought back to Mr. Collins and his high and mighty demeanor. "Do we have to read on about Mr. Collins? He's so booooring," I drawled out.

Nana was having none of that. "The sooner you finish up Pride and Prejudice, the sooner we move on to Sense and Sensibility, which by the way, I still do not understand how it is your favorite."

"Well Pride and Prejudice doesn't get to me like Sense and Sensibility does." I shrugged and turned to the book marked page.

"It's just so unnatural. Edward Ferrars over Mr. Darcy? Unfathomable."

I sighed loudly as I made myself comfortable in the chair by sitting Indian style. "Not unfathomable. Is it so hard to understand that I like Edward Ferrars character more than I do Darcy's? Don't get me wrong, Darcy in the end is a redeemable character, but Ferrars fall instantly in love with Margaret. He doesn't need to push aside any pride to see who she really is. He loves her simplistically and holistically."

Nana Gert smirked at me as I waited for her response. "Yes Isabella, but you forget that Edward Ferrars let his feelings run away with him, and it ultimately hurt Margaret because he would not break the ties he had with Lucy Steele."

I scoffed and decided not to have another argument over fictional characters with my Nana. I knew she had a whole lifetime of Austen over me so the odds were looking pretty slim.

I opened the book again and began to read. "Mr. Collins was punctual to his time, and was received with great politeness by the whole family…"

And so the morning and afternoon continued, with Nana Gert lying in bed and me reading to her about the dreadful Mr. Collins.

So hopefully you are seeing another side of Bella. Yes, I know this Jake thing makes people mad, but it will make it all the more enjoyable when...well...you'll see :)

Next chapter is Edward's and it will be his side of the tutoring session story. I'm not gonna leave you hanging on what he is thinking about. No, no, no. Alright well everyone have a good week and I will hopefully see you soon!

Love, Olivia