A/N: Okay, soooo sorry for doing that to you guys with the whole author's note thing, I just think that I'm wanting more reviews so I'm gonna be one of 'those authors' who that when they say 'Oh, I won't update and give you the next chapter until I get X amount of reviews…' Haha, I just decided I would do that today, lol.

But anyways, though… Here's the next/fifth chapter, and sooooo sorry for making you wait. Hope you like it…:

STATS: 6 Chapters, 51 Reviews, 2454 Hits, One C2—Lexiconers, 15 Faves, and 33 Alerts all by 8:01 PM on June 22nd, 2007. Thanks for all the support, everybody!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Twilight series. I am merely an obsessed fangirl in love with it and also Edward. Edward love.

"Thanks For the Memories"

One night and one more time

Thanks for the memories

Even though they weren't so great

"He tastes like you only sweeter"

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Chapter 5: "Don't You Know Who I Think I Am?"

I was late to my third period class.

I stepped in the door, hoping to just slip in unnoticed. My plan failed. I was caught.

"Why, Ms. Swan, how nice of you to join us," Ms. Byron scolded me, speaking sarcastically. "And why, may I ask, are you late to my class?" She looked at me expectantly.

I took my seat next to Emmett, which was saved for me, since we didn't yet have a seating chart made up for this class. "S-sorry, Ms. Byron, I, uh, couldn't find the class…?" I didn't mean for it to come out as a question, it just did. Whoops. I mentally slapped myself.

Good going Bella, now she's going to be pissy all hour. Ugh…

Ms. Byron glared at me like she wanted to kill me. God, what did I ever do to her…?! "Just don't let it happen again," she threatened, "or I'm afraid I'll be forced to send you to the principal's office, where you will spend it all hour, and not be able to make up your work."

"Yes ma'am," I mumbled, and rolled my eyes when she turned her back so that she could look at the blackboard.

Emmett looked over at me, perplexed. "Where were you?" he whispered, his voice the deathly low tone it always was. "I was going to meet you outside of your chemistry class but you never—Bella, what's wrong, what happened? Were you crying?" he asked, his voice laced with concern for my well-being. He cupped my cheek in his huge hand, so big compared to my tiny frame. This one simple gesture made me want to cry all over again. But then again, I also didn't want to go on a whole crying gag on the first day of senior year. It might make look just a little bit loser-ish, don't ya think? Yeah. Pretty much.

It's just that Emmett was so sweet and everything, and all I was doing was being sort of a bitch to him. I was ignoring him, not speaking to him the way I used to.

Just thinking about it made me hate myself.

Emmett didn't deserve it, and if he did, it wasn't for any reason that I knew of.

"N-no," I lied, in response to his question and turned my head, taking it out of Emmett's grasp, only to have him bring it back to where it had been, so that I was looking back into those dark eyes of his.

"Bella, please, I know when someone's been crying, it's just instinct. Remember, my had used to hit my mom all the time…" He paused, trying not to get angry and just let it go. I guess he really didn't mean to say it at all. "So are you going to tell me what happened, or not?" he prodded softly.

"Just let it go, alright?!" I snapped, immediately regretting it. I turned away from him, facing the front of the room and crossing my arms.

Minutes later, while I was still ignoring Emmett, Ms. Byron asked me a question, which—surprisingly—I answered right, but I was still completely annoyed.

The rest of the day went on without much of any more problems. I ended up having lunch and two more classes with Edward. Of course, though, I had lunch also with Emmett, so, being his girlfriend and all, I had to sit with him. And yes, that sounds bad and everything, but it's just that after the morning I'd had, I really just wanted to be left alone, and by all people, not just him.

So we basically just sat in silence all through lunch, just the two of us at a table. I pushed my food around, not feeling like eating at all. I had to say, I think that this was the worst first day of school in the world.

Emmett drove me home, since it was too far of a distance to walk. I stayed in there for a second before finally opening the door to get out. But Emmett grabbed my arm to stop me. I turned my head to look at him.

"Bella," he tried to speak, but it sounded like he couldn't breathe correctly, "I-I don't know what's going on here, but… I want to know if it's something I'm doing. Please, just tell me what's wrong."

I licked my lips, looking up and trying to talk. Just like Emmett, I felt like I couldn't breathe either. My eyes started to water and the tears started to fall. I shrugged slightly, trying to look at him through my blurry eyes. "I don't know," I got out, and wiped the tears with my hand. "I mean, it's like one second we're fine, and the next…" I couldn't believe I was actually saying this. "I'm sorry, I have to go," I made no excuse but just got out of the car, letting all the tears fall and walking inside the house.

It was a good thing that Charlie wasn't home from work yet. It would've probably stirred up chaos if he had seen me like that.

"What's the matter, Bells?"

Insert him going crazy right… here.

"Bella, I swear if someone hurt you, I'll kill 'em. Now, tell me, sweetie, what happened?!"

"Dad, really, I promise, nothing happened. It's been raining outside all day and so I had to put my jacket on, but then I just got really hot and so that's why my face is all pink. Honestly. Nothing. Happened…"

And all he would do is give me a skeptical look, narrow his eyes at me, then say "Okay…" really slowly, in turn making me roll my eyes in annoyance and stomp off toward my room.

Ugh.

All I wanted to do now… was crash on my bed, fall asleep, and escape from the rest of the world. I was lucky I didn't have any homework, considering the fact that it was only the first day.

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The rest of the week went by without a hitch. That is, it was fine, until Monday morning…

"Class, we're going to be starting a lab today, but it's a three-day lab actually. So, look next to you," –I looked next to me—"whoever is there is who you will be working with on this lab, and every one after it. So you'd better get to know them if you don't already, and make friends with them. You'll be working with each other a lot. The lab directions are on your stations already; just raise your hand if you have any questions or problems. You may get started," he instructed.

I looked next to me, and –much to my dismay, since we still hadn't made up from last week's fight—unfortunately saw Edward Masen sitting next to me. I wished that I were a witch, so that I could make him disappear. I narrowed my eyes, concentrating on willing him away. Darn. It didn't work.

Edward looked at me strangely. "What's wrong with you…? You got something in your eye or what?" he snapped, but you could hear the concern that was laced in his voice just a little bit.

I gave him a dirty look and just started on the experiment.

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"No! You're doing that wrong!! Do it right, you idiot!" I screamed at him, noticing that he was doing the lab incorrectly.

He dropped—not literally of course, or else he would've broken the beaker that he was working with—everything he was doing and paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair. My god… He looked like he was so frustrated that he was going to pull it out at any second.

Getting tired of that, he finally just threw his hands up into the air. "Fine! Then you do it, alright?!" he shouted at me.

I just growled at him and started where he left off before he screwed it up.

This was going to be a long three days… And painful, too.

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La Musique de la chaptre:

"Soar" by Christina Aguilera

"Fall to Pieces" by Avril Lavigne

"Don't Dream It's Over" by Crowded House

"Color Me Cliché" by Cute Is What We Aim For

"Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven

"Wonderful World" by James Morrison

"Golden Skans" by The Klaxons

"Never Again" by Kelly Clarkson

"Misery Business" by Paramore

"Deathbed" by Relient K

"Vulnerable" by Secondhand Serenade

A/N: Ookieeee then… Umm, yeah, hope you liked this chapter, and thanks for all the reviews and support so far. Sixth chapter should be up soon. And sorry for making you guys wait so freaking long for this one. (hehehe… lol)

LOVE YOU ALL A BUNCH…!

--jane.