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I decided that I would return to my classes the week after because I did not want to get too far behind. I had already accepted what had happened to me and it was time for me to move on with my life. I said my goodbyes to Charlie and drove back up to the college.

"Hey, where've you been?" Hannah didn't even seem interested since she was drunk and was about to pass out.

"Um…." Did I want to tell Hannah about Edward and his family? No.

"Yes… ." Why was she so interested?

"I went into a post-traumatic coma and I wanted some time to get used to it." I said this really fast, barely slow enough for her to hear. She started laughing and I thought that I might have said something wrong, but no she was just laughing at my pathetic life. I got annoyed so I got up to go to the bathroom but she grabbed my hand. I immediately got transported to the night of my attack. I saw the coal black eyes of Edward, I heard my piercing scream, and felt the agonizing fire. I started to hyperventilate.

"Excuse me." I barely got those words out of my mouth as I ran towards the bathroom. I steadied myself on the counter and looked at my reflection on the mirror. I saw my suddenly huge eyes that were filling up with salty tears, my frown, and my frizzy hair. I was angry at how I could lose control so suddenly and without reason so I fixed up my hair and I wiped away my tears. I told myself that it was not Edward's fault and that it would never happen again. I got out of the bathroom and wanted to change the subject.

"Are you always drunk?" It was too late to make conversation since she had already passed out. All I heard was a grunt.

Five minutes had not passed when I heard a knock on the door. I carefully smoothed out my shirt and opened the door.

"Hey!" Oh! Jacob had come, but Hannah was passed out.

"Hi. Hannah is asleep." He was drunk too but he kept his composure as he walked on over and slumped on my bed. My bed.

He reached under my bed and grabbed an energy bar. He started to open it when I interrupted him.

"How did u know that I had those?" I had never eaten one in front of him.

"How did you think I fed myself while you were gone?" I was surprised but not mad.

"By the way, your chocolate almond flavor finished and the vanilla tastes horrible." I laughed at his boldness. He never once asked me why I was gone for three months and I never brought it up.

"Truth or Dare?" He barely got these words out before he erupted in laughter and I followed, not sure of what was so funny.

"Truth!" I didn't choose Dare, because the last time I did he made me eat the packet of mayonnaise he found in his pocket.

"Okay, have you ever been in a serious relationship?" This question didn't bother me because I knew that he was happily dating Hannah and he wouldn't be interested in me anyway. I thought of it as a purely inquisitive question.

"Um, no, I have never even been on a date." I started to laugh like we had after everything but I noticed that Jacob wasn't laughing. I started to get nervous, did he think of me less now? I stopped laughing and I looked into his grey eyes but he grinned his goofy grin and this time I couldn't stop laughing and he soon joined in.

We spent the rest of the night laughing and talking about our families. I looked at Jacob not as my dorm mate's boyfriend but as my best friend.

"Um, here is my number if you ever feel like laughing this much again." He quickly wrote his number on a scrap paper and I found myself comparing it to Edward's elegant script. I didn't think too much of his action since he was already in a relationship. I accepted his number and gave mine in exchange.

He quickly covered Hannah in her blanket and left. I spent the night thinking about Jacob and Edward and how they were different but alike. I compared Edward's topaz eyes alight with fire and Jacob's grey eyes filled with humor.

When I woke up Hannah was still sleeping so I quietly changed my clothes and went to my English class. I was about to reach for the handle of the door of the class, when a long, bone white, muscular hand appeared and opened it for me. It was Edward and as I looked up at him he grinned goofily and winked. Was he in this class? Had I never noticed him before?

"Hey, Bella." His breath made my doozy and I grabbed onto his ice cold hand to keep me steady. I quickly took it off and stared at him. He was still smiling but, in a way, smaller.

"Hi." I said weakly. We walked in class and he pulled up a chair for me. I noticed that he wanted me to sit next to him. I sat down and stared straight at the professor. I risked a glance at him and he was smiling down to me. He was trying so hard to be my friend that I found myself giggling at his action. I quickly covered my mouth and looked up at his eyes to see if he was mad, but once I did I completely forgot my motives. I got lost in his fiery eyes and I found myself buried in his magnificent soul, because as they say the eyes are the window to the soul. He moved his head over to the professor as if to say I should pay attention. I barely pulled my head over to professor and I struggled to listen. He explained our new assignment, which was that we had to pair up and write a short story about any topic that we wanted. I didn't think that I could concentrate with Edward but at the same time I wanted to be close to him, so I eagerly waited to see my fate. "Bella, you're with…. Edward." I started to grin hugely and I looked back at Edward, he also seemed happy with the decision. This assignment was either going to be a great experience or a disaster. I never expected what actually happened.