A/N:
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
BPOV
After leaving Caiden in daycare, I headed to my first class: Algebra II. It was a little too early for math in my opinion, but luckily it was my favorite subject. As I walked the halls, I could still feel the stares on me. Suddenly, people began gawking.
Awkward.
When I turned my head toward a familiar voice, I realized partially why people were gawking. Jasper had appeared by my side, walking as though he belonged there. I didn't know how he did it, but he looked even better in the morning.
"Hello? Are you in there?" he asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
"Huh?" was my brilliant response. My face flushed red as I realized I had been caught ogling him, and he smirked as if to prove my point.
"I asked what your first class was," said Jasper.
"Oh. Algebra II. What's yours?"
"English," he said with a grimace. I chuckled; it was one of my worst subjects too.
"That sucks. I didn't know you went to school here," I said.
"Yeah. I'm a freshman, just like you. What lunch do you have?" I checked my schedule.
"Fifth lunch."
"Me too. If I don't see you before, then I'll see you at lunch. Here's your class." Jasper motioned with his head toward the door of my classroom. Wow, that walk went quick, I thought to myself.
"Thanks. Have fun in English," I said with a wicked smile. I checked my schedule; English was my next class, and I bit back a groan.
Math and English both passed by quickly, and before I knew it I was on my way to the lunchroom. Jasper again caught up with me in the hall, and again people were gawking.
"So I have a question," I stated as we made our way to the lunch line. "Why is it that when I'm alone I get stared at, but when you're with me people's jaws drop?"
"Well, the reason you get stared at is becau- OW!" I punched him in the arm.
"I know why I'm stared at, dipshit. Why is there a much bigger reaction when you're with me though?" I laughed.
"You're the first person I've willingly talked to since 7th grade," he mumbled. Now I was the one gawking.
"Why?"
"I have my reasons," said Jasper, his eyes looking anywhere but at my face.
"Okay. So what class do you have after lunch?"
"History," he said, seemingly relieved for the subject change.
"Me too! I have Christenson; please tell me you do too."
"Yup. He's a bit of a dick, but he's fair. He always goes over little stories in the newspaper at the start of class, and when he asks a question he usually answers it himself without giving one of us a chance to. He's mostly just annoying; be grateful you don't have him last period. I heard he kept his last class late one time because he wasn't done with his 'current events'," he laughed. I just stared. That was the most he had ever said to me at once.
When the bell rang, we threw our trash in the can and headed to History. Luckily, since Jasper was such a recluse, he had an empty desk next to him. I loved History, but I was so awful at remembering things. I hoped Jasper would maybe help me out if I got stuck.
"So did the Boston Tea Party actually take place in Boston? Anyone? That's right students, it di-"
"Bella? Bella, you need to come, quickly!" Mr. Christenson was interrupted by the woman I never wanted to see in the middle of a class: Terri.
I shot Jasper a terrified glance, then took off. I had a feeling he would explain my disappearance to the teacher.
"What happened?" I asked quickly, as we rushed toward the daycare.
"Our new aid tried to pick up Caiden. She was late today, and I hadn't had a chance to tell her to just leave him alone and she picked him up and he went crazy! We couldn't calm him down; I didn't know what to do! Oh, Bella, I'm so sorry!" she wailed.
"Don't sweat it. He should be fine once we get thereā¦" I trailed off as the door came into view, and I heard Caiden screaming. I picked up my pace to a run and burst through the door. Caiden was bright red with tears rolling down his face, sitting in a corner. The woman standing near him; who I assumed was the aid, was trying to talk him into calming down. I shoved past her and grabbed my brother, picking him up and burying my face in his neck.
"Shh, Caiden, it's okay," I murmured. "I've got you, I'm here now. I'm so sorry, baby, I am. Can you forgive me?" His screams quieted a little, but the cries never stopped. I walked away from the others, making sure they stayed where they were. I took Caiden into a deserted corner, and rubbed his back as I began to sing.
Midnight moonlight shining
through the curtain lace,
Paints a perfect picture on your
perfect face.
One sweet angel, sleeping in my arms;
You are
the promise I knew God would keep.
You are the gift that makes my
world complete.
And you'll never know how much I love you,
But
I'll keep on telling you my whole life through.
Now I believe in
miracles, and you're the reason why,
So dream on, while I sing
you my Angel's Lullaby.
That was the only song ever that could calm Caiden down regardless of his predicament. Of course, it would only work if I was the one singing it; even when our Mom and Phil were alive. When I finished singing, I realized Caiden was almost asleep so I continued talking to him softly.
"I'm so sorry, baby, I'm here now. It will never happen again, I promise you. Everything's going to be okay. I love you," I spoke into his hair. I lifted my head to see where the women had gone. The aid was smiling apologetically at me, happy that Caiden was feeling better. Terri was smiling too, but not at me. I turned my head to see what she was smiling at, and my eyes widened when I saw him.
A/N: The song above is "Angel's Lullaby" by Reba McEntire.
