Chapter 6- asking for trouble Bella's POV

The next day the alarm went off at 6a.m. I sat up and threw my legs over the bed and put my head in my hands, Crap. Well now is the time to decide what course my life is going to take. I just can't stop thinking about him and its driving me crazy. Holly crow I am asking for trouble.

I get out of bed and take long scalding hot shower, it's one of the best things to calm your nerves and release some tension in your muscles. I got out and brushed my teeth and dried my hair out some. Put on the same faded jeans I wore to go into town, a sapphire colored fitted tee-shirt that had a white skull on it, a white zip up sweat shirt, and a pair of blue flats; Simple enough. I ran down stairs and grabbed some crackers and a bottle of orange juice I bought a few days ago but didn't drink, then started out the door. I didn't make it far because it felt like it was 10°'s outside, I ran back in and grabbed my black winter coat again zipped it all the way up and pulled both my hoods up over my head. Why on earth did I decide to stay here? I hate the cold, and now it's starting to sprinkle. Let me clarify that up a bit, I hate being cold and wet.

The truck starts right up, so I sit and let it warm up for a minute. Gloves, I need glo...glo...gloves I think with chattering teeth. I slowly make it to school and part as close as I can to my first building class. I just pray that I don't fall on my butt. Please don't fall, please don't fall... I keep repeating to myself. It works for the most part until I come within a few feet of the class room door then I feel myself start to fall forwards. This is going to hurt, a lot. I put my arms out to try and catch myself when I feel a set of rock hard hands grab me and pull me to a steady vertical position. I turn a bit surprised to see who caught me

"You ok Bella?" I shake my head yes to Alice. "It's pretty slick out here, they don't seem to put enough salt out on the sidewalks. Glad to see you made it. How is the headache?" she is way too sweet to me.

"Better, I told your brother to let you know I felt fine yesterday, did he not tell you?"

"Yeah he told me, but I am just making sure. You know how guys miss interpret things, you could have looked pale, shaky, and rubbing your temples and tell him you were fine and guys will automatically believe you. But we girls know better." Wow she talks a mile per minute. I am going to have to learn to keep up fast or I will be left in the dark.

I just chuckle at her, "I'm really better, that's for catching me I'm really not very graceful." That brings a little more giggle just thinking of the dumb things I've tripped over.

We get in our seats the same time the teacher started class. I rummaged threw my shoulder bag for my books and pen then turned to see Alice had already gotten hers out along with a notebook and a small white daisy with a short stem. Everything was so neat and right in its place, and then I saw her pen she was using and let out a quiet chuckle. She looked at me with a puzzled look then giggled delicately when she realized I was laughing at her glitter pen I gave her. The tables in front of us looked back at us baffled, which only made us giggle a little more. The rest of class went on dull and boring. Me and Alice parted ways and I made my way to English.

Jess tried to pry the reasoning behind me leaving early yesterday but was unsuccessful at it. It didn't take her too long to turn the conversation back to her, surprisingly, not. She asked what I thought about Mike, with a hint of jealously in her voice. I told her I thought he was nice and they would look cute together. Well there went any chance of me talking for the rest of class, probable lunch as well. I am a genius sometimes. All I had to do was nod yes when she gave me a certain look and I went back to thinking of other things.

Next class was trig with none other than Mike himself. Every time he thought I wasn't looking he would just sit there and gaze at me. I could only imagine the things he is thinking of. I turned to look at him with my best evil stare; he would turn a scarlet red and return to the teacher or his book. The class took forever to finally end. I gathered my things quickly and tried to escape before him, sadly I tripped over the corner of my desk. I caught myself on the kid in front of me but it was too late Mike was there to help me out.

We met up with Jessica and the rest of their crowed and went to lunch. I was pretty hungry. I hadn't really eaten last night and a few crackers today weren't cutting it. I grabbed a burger, granola bar and a coke. When I sat I kind of cut Mike off and sat in his seat. His seat was facing away from the Cullen table. I didn't want to risk glancing at Edward. I ate my food quickly and started to panic a little at the thought of sitting next to him for an hour in biology. My heart was beating a mile a minute, my hands were getting sweaty, and I was rocking myself slightly. What the hell is wrong with me? I am way too old to be getting nerves around a guy for Christ sake. I excused myself and told them I forgot something in my car. And much to my disappointment Mike got up and followed me.

"Hey wait up Bella." I really tried to out run him in the parking lot.

"I will be in, in a minute. I just need to get something and listen to the radio for a minute. See you in class." Boy he just isn't getting the hint. He starts to reach for the passenger door. "Mike I just need a minute alone please. I promise I will see you in class." I was a tad to snippy but I really didn't want to have to get out my crayons and draw him a picture to get a clue.

I bite my lip to try not to laugh at his pouty face. "Oh alright well I will see you in class, bye Bella."

I turn on the truck to warm up for a minute and put in my classical music CD. It usually helps me relax. I close my eyes and try to picture the keys on the piano they are playing. After 5 minutes of that I am cool as a cucumber. I turn everything off and head to bio.

Class starts in less than a minute so I try to hurry past the building to mine when of course what do I do, I slip and land on my right knee, Great. Oh crap, I quickly look to see if I scratched the surface and if there is blood. "Thank god" I whisper to myself, it's just going to be a decent bruise. I stand and quickly dust off and see if anyone saw that. This must be my lucky day.

I walk in the door just as the bell rings. Every eye in the class is on me, I dare to glance at the teacher and he just shakes his head and nods his head to my seat. "Sorry" I whisper to him as I walk by. I seat myself without daring to look over at him but I can feel his eyes on me though, so I let my hair fall to the side as a shield. Well I presumption it's a good sign when I'm not getting my danger feeling.

Class starts with Mr. Banner stating we were to work with our partners and identify the slides of the onion root tip cells into phases of mitosis they represented and label them. "No textbooks and no cheating; get started."

Edward pushed the microscope towards me, "Ladies first," Still such a gentlemen. I just stared at his smile for a second, "unless you want me to go first?"

I quickly shook my head and put the slid in and glanced at the slide, "Prophase." I've done this lab before, why can't they find something more original.

He looked a bit surprised at how quickly I answered, "May I take a look?"

"Be my guest." I slid the microscope to him and our hands met. There was this jolt, almost like a strong static charge when our hands grazed the others.

He had a quick puzzled look before he shook it off and took the scope. He defiantly felt it to. "Prophase," he repeated and wrote it on our form the teacher gave us.

A chuckle left my lips, "I told you."

That also got a chuckle out of him. He put the next slid in, "Anaphase," he said as he wrote it down.

"May I?" it only seemed fair that I checked his work. I'm already positive he got it right; he was very smart the last time we met. This amused him, but he slid the microscope to me. "Anaphase," I repeated and brought out the next slide.

"I told you," he laughed. It was a divine sound, but left my heart heavy.

"Interphase," I passed him the scope before he could ask for it, and made sure not to touch his hand in the process. He glanced at it quickly and wrote the same thing down.

Well that took all of five minutes; we were down way before anyone else. I looked around the room and noticed several groups with their books under the table, cheaters. I decided to doodle in my note book and try to not take a peek at him. I failed miserable; he was looking at me with a perplexed expression on his face. I decided to break the silence. "Your eyes appear in a better mood then yesterday's class."

This surprised him, "what do you mean?"

I return to doodling into my notebook, I shouldn't have said anything. "I'm sorry, you just seemed a little angry that's all. I'm glad you're in better spirits."

"Ohh…" is all I got in response. We were silent and I didn't dare look again.

A few minutes passed when the teacher stopped at our table wondering why we weren't working on our assignment. Edward handed him the sheet and Mr. Banner analyzed our answers. "Don't you think Edward that Isabella should have participated in this exercise as well?"

Edward just laughed at him, "Actually Bella," he corrected him, "did most of the work." He is actually sticking up for me.

Mr. Banner looked at me tentatively, "have you done this exercise before at your old school?"

"Yeah, well with whitefish blastula." I felt my cheeks start warming up.

"Were you in an advanced class?" Mr. Banner asks hesitantly, why is that so hard to grasp. I shake my head yes to him. "Well then I guess it's a good thing you two are partners," he smiles at us and walked to the next table.

I tried to continue doodling but I felt his eyes on me, I chanced a look out of the corner of my eye and confirmed my suspension. "A picture might last you longer." I whispered to him, knowing he would still hear it. A chuckle escaped his lips, and what lips they were. I closed my eyes and sighed at the thought of them.

"Don't tempt me?" he whispered close to my ear and his sweet breath blew to me and my own breath caught for an instant. God this is such a mistake. The longer I stay around him the harder it will be to leave him. Why couldn't he just ignore me like he does everyone else?

I took a deep breath and twisted my head to look at him, "I will try not to. Why do… Never mind." I turned quickly back to my book.

"Why do what? What do you want to know Bella?" He was looking at me bewildered trying to find something that was just out of his reach. What is it that he is doing? Alice did the same thing several times.

My previews question was lost as this new one won out. "Why do you keep looking at me like that? Your sister does the same thing. What are you looking for?" We were so close together, we didn't realize that the more we talked the closer we shifted to the other; this is too much.

Edward straightened up as well and gave me a curious look, like he knew I was close to something I shouldn't be. The look turned a bit annoyed, "I don't know?" the conversation was over.

The next fifteen minutes we were silent then the last ten minutes we went over our work. Edward and I won the golden onion. Mr. Banner sat the onion between us, Edward pushed it to me. I waited till I got to the hall way before I threw it in the nearest trashcan, didn't really need any reminders.

Edward quickly took off to wherever, I didn't even look back. Mike quickly caught up with me, "wow that was hard, me and Beth ended up looking at our books under the table. You're lucky you had Edward with you." Seriously why is it so hard to think I could actually have a brain?

"Actually I didn't need Edwards help, I didn't find it hard at all." I couldn't muster any guilt for making him feel dim-witted. I got to gym and tried to pay some attention in class, we were playing bad mitten. But between Mike's gooey eyes looking at my tight gym sweats and Jessica's jealous glares, it just made me angry. I managed to 'accidently' whack Jessica in the face with the birdie and then I didn't listen when Mike said to move he had it. He got hit in the head with my racket; I guess it was fair when I, in return, got hit in the side of the head with his.

I was the first to leave class, I just wanted to go home and hit something. I wasn't in a very good mood for some reason since Bio. I got in my truck and started it and left before anyone else.

Maybe tomorrow would be better.