BPOV

It was raining, not much of a shock, really. But something was different about the image, it was eerier, somehow, frightening at the most. The clouds were a dark gray, almost black, but I knew it couldn't be nightfall. No, not yet. I was in the woods, this much I knew since I could faintly see the trail that led back to Charlie's house. I'd been coming here so frequently lately to get away that it should have been comforting, but it wasn't. Not in the least. Something was off. And I wasn't sure what it was.

"Hello?" I called out only to have my own echo respond back to me.

I heard ruffling behind the bushes, and a low growl rang from it.

"H-hello?" I called out again, the fear more evident in my voice this time.

Faster than I ever thought possible, an unbelievably large animal emerged from the bushes. It looked... like a horse? No, no. It was... a wolf. It looked as if it could take an army of men without much effort at all. It's fur was reddish brown, like russet.

I stumbled back a few feet, intimidated by it's gigantic size. But I felt a small sense of relieve wash through me as I did so. I felt... I felt almost safe with this animal. It was something I couldn't explain, couldn't put into words.

"Hi." I stated dumbly, extending my hand to pet his nose softly. Much to my surprise, it looked as if the wolf was... smiling. It actually had a big, stupid grin on it's face, which made me smile too.

I hadn't taken my eyes off of the glorious wolf until I saw something in the corner of my eye that made me jump. A tall, dark figure emerged from the shadows. A grin also plastered in his face, showing his long, sharp teeth, a simple knife didn't hold a candle to what those things could do.

He was white, harshly pale, even more so than myself. He had shining, bronze hair, so much like Edward's, but... his eyes were a different color. They were red, blood red. And I just knew, he wasn't good news.

"W-who are you?" I whispered, leaning into the wolf for support. He growled at the figure approaching us, and the figure positioned himself in a crouching position, defensive.

Before I could even blink the pale figure sprung forward, attacking the wolf to the cold, ground floor, sinking it's sharp teeth deep into the animal's flesh.

"NO!!" I shrieked, knowing it was a bad idea I tried to pry the figure off of the wolf, though the effort would just be wasted in the end.

The wolf yelped out in pain and agony, and I wanted nothing more than to console it. Hold it close to me, and never let go, whisper kind and gentle words to make the pain all go away. The wolf fought, and hard, until it's last dying breath. The inhuman figure had completely drained him of his blood, only causing more fresh, hot tears to trickle down my face.

I hated... whoever, whatever, it was that killed this innocent, harmless beast.

Realization dawned on me as I could only whisper out one word, "Jacob?" I whimpered before the figure lunged towards me, more than ready to make me his next victim.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

My eyes snapped open at the sound, and my breathing was heavy. I felt a wetness on my face, and I instantly knew the reason: I had been crying. That dream, or rather nightmare, seemed so real. I didn't understand it. Was it was a warning of some sort?

There was a frantic knock at the door before my father poked his head in.

"Bells?" he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, dad, I'm fine. Why?" I inquired curiously.

"Well, you were screaming 'NO! NO!' over and over again. What's the deal, kid?" and with that, my face flushed tomato red. Why did I have to be cursed with the ability to sleep talk? Why?

"Oh, nothing, dad. Just a bad dream. Nothing out of the ordinary." I waved him off.

"You sure?" he pushed, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Positive. I'm fine." I smiled, but by the look on his face I didn't fool him.

"Right, well, you'd better be getting ready for your day today." he stated casually.

"How'd you know about that?" I panicked. Was he mad at me for not telling him?

"Angela called while you were asleep, sweet girl. She told me about your plans, oh and thanks for telling me by the way." he said sarcastically with a grin alerting me that he was only joking, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, yeah, anytime." I said in a equally sarcastic tone, and he chuckled, shutting the door behind him.

I jumped out of bed, surprisingly not tripping over my own two feet, and went straight for the shower. I needed to calm myself down, the dream had really shaken me.

The dream was puzzling me to no end. Jacob – why on earth was Jacob there? And Edward – trying to kill me? I didn't quite understand it. I tried convincing myself that people had random dreams all the time, and they did. But mine held so much... depth to it, it made so much sense and yet no sense at all whatsoever.

The shower soothed my body tremendously, and I felt as ease once again. After blowing my hair, dragging out the action, and brushing my teeth, ridding my mouth of the disgusting fuzz, I went through my closet to find something at least half way decent to wear.

I threw on a pair of my True Religion stretch jeans courtesy of my mother Renee for my 17th birthday, and a brown beaded halter top along with a pair of Converse sneakers. I eventually made my way down the stairs, successful in not landing on my face. Today must be my lucky day.

"Hey, Bells, you know what Tuesday is, right?" Charlie grinned at the dinner table as I entered the kitchen, the daily newspaper in his hand as I grabbed a pop tart to tame my hunger.

"Don't remind me." I groaned.

"You really need to loosen up, kid. I thought women didn't make a big deal about getting old until their 29th birthday. Just enjoy it will it lasts, I guess." he sighed, settling his newspaper flat on the table, focusing his full attention on me.

"I'm turning eighteen, that's just one year closer to wrinkles and gray hairs." I complained, sitting down next to him.

"Well, if you keep worrying about getting old then the gray hairs will start comin' a lot sooner than they're supposed to, ya know." he convinced, grabbing a piece of toast off of his plate. I knew he was right, I just had this insane, irrational fear of getting older, the celebrations didn't help much either. I have never enjoyed the spotlight, and I hated being the center of attention. Then I would feel like I had to perform like a circus monkey, put on a show, things like that. I didn't like it.

"Whatever, you're probably right. But, promise me, no parties. Got it?"

"Sure, kid, whatever you want. It's your birthday." he mumbled, obviously not effected my by outburst, as I heard a beeping from outside.

"Thanks, dad. You really get me." I smiled, awkwardly hugging him, and quickly kissing his cheek before heading out the door.

Outside I spotted Jessica's Black SUV in the drive way. I saw Angela smile at me as Lauren gave me daggers. I smiled back, ignoring her silent pleas for a knock out. She was just asking for it. I may be silent, but that didn't mean I was a push over, nor was I defenseless. If the situation called for it, then sure, I could probably kick someone's ass if I wanted to.

"Hey, Bella." Angela grinned as I climbed into the back seat with her, and I could her breath a sigh of relief. She mouthed a 'thank you' to me before Jessica drove off.

The drive to Port Angeles was mostly silent, on my part any way. Angela, Jessica, and Lauren though were very chatty. Their conversations ranged from favorite music, favorite movie, celebrity crushes and real life crushes. They were pretty mindless subjects if you asked me.

They kept talking about this British actor called Robert Pattinson, whom all of them had a major crush on. I had no idea who they were talking about, but I heard he looked like, "a taller, sexier, British version of Mr. Cullen" as Jessica so eloquently put it, and my chest burned at the reminder of him. I also found out that Mike had, indeed, asked Jessica to the dance. So I was finally off the hook... for now any way.

"We're here!" I heard Jessica exclaim, parking the car in a crowded spot. I heard a lot about Port Angeles, but I've never actually been before.

"So, what's on the agenda?" Lauren asked.

"Eat first, then shopping. Then walking, more shopping and drooling over the hot guys on the magazine covers." Jessica giggled.

I rolled my eyes, "Wow, you're so organized." I mumbled.

"What was that?" Jessica glared.

"Oh, nothing." I fake smiled, mirroring her glare.

I wasn't sure if she really believed me, but she shot me a deathly glare before turning back to Lauren any way, ignoring me as usual.

"Hey," I bumped Angela on the shoulder, "While they are out shopping," I said the word in distaste, causing her to giggle, "why don't we hit up the book store? I heard it's pretty small but they've got a lot of great classics there."

"Sure, sounds great." she smiled.

"So, where are we eating at? I'm starved."

"La Bella Italia," Angela smiled, looking at me, "talk about coincidence." she laughed.

We walked down the street towards the restaurant, Lauren eying everything with a penis that passed by us.

"This place is nice." I complimented as we entered La Bella Italia, nodding in approval as the hostess led us to our table.

"What can I get you today?" the hostess smiled warmly at us, her name tag read Amber.

"Bella?" Angela said, encouraging me to go first.

I looked briefly at the menu before coming to a decision, "I'll have the Mushroom Ravioli." the waitress nodded.

"You're so predictable." Angela giggled.

"What?" I asked, my eyebrows knitting together from the confusion I felt.

"Nothing." she shrugged, desperate for me to change the subject.

But I wasn't giving up that easily.

"No, tell me." I encouraged.

"Oh, it's just–" she started but was cut off by Jessica ordering her meal... loudly.

Jessica ordered the Pesto Tortellini, Angela ordered the Manicotti, and Lauren ordered the Lasagna. As we ate Jessica and Lauren rambled on and on about shopping, and how "fun" it would be. That, I highly doubted.

"Aren't you guys excited?" Jessica piped, finishing the last of her Tortellini, "Port Angeles has some really great stores."

"Actually, Bella and I were planning on meeting at the bookstore later. Is that alright?" Angela asked cautiously. I knew her enough to know that it didn't really matter much to her what they thought, she was just asking to not be rude.

"This was supposed to be a girl's day out." Jess whined.

"But there's no rule that says we can't split up. I go with Bella, and you go with Lauren. So, it's still technically a girl's day out." Angela reasoned. I liked her logic.

"Fine." Jessica sighed heavily, though I could tell she really didn't mind. She was only acting like she cared to make us feel guilty.

"Really, Jess, it'll be–" Angela stopped mid-sentence, looking over at the table across from us.

"What is it, Ang?" I questioned, trying shake her out of her trance.

"Is that..." she trailed off.

"Mr. Black?" Lauren finished, and my throat went dry.

"What's he doing here?" I whispered, trying to use my hair as a curtain in hopes that he wouldn't recognize me.

"Teachers have life outside of school, you know. They don't just sit in school all day grading papers." Jessica defended, taking a small sip of her coke. And I never thought I'd say this, but for once... Jessica Stanley was... *gulp* ... right. Whoa, where'd that come from?

"Could've fooled me." Lauren mumbled, playing with a lock of her hair.

"Oh, he's coming this way." Angela warned, trying to clean the table a bit before he noticed the mess, but it was a wasted effort.

"Crap." I muttered under my breath. Mr. Black was only a reminder of the dream that would forever be burned into my brain. I didn't need this right now.

"Hello, ladies." a familiar husky voice greeted.

"Hi." everyone at the table, with the exception of myself, said in unison.

"Well, look who it is." the voice chuckled, brushing the hair from my face. Damn, he just broke down my only defense. Well, I could throw my plate at his head and run screaming down the street, "Not my teacher! Not my teacher!" No, I'll just have to endure it, I guess.

"Hi, Mr. Black." I laughed nervously, my face flushed, and I was really hoping he didn't notice.

"Bella," he warned. And for some reason, when he said my name, a funny feeling enveloped my stomach. It felt... good. But I didn't like it. It was scary how he was making me feel now.

"Jacob, right. Sorry, that's gonna take some getting used to."

"Jacob, it's so nice to see you." Lauren said seductively, batting her eyelashes. I thought that the sight was going to make my lunch visit all over again. I thought I was the only who got to call him Jacob, I whined in my head. It was childish but what she said caused another feeling, but not in my stomach. In my heart. I didn't know what to call it.

He cleared his throat, "Lauren." he acknowledged, nodding his head in her direction before focusing his attention back on me, causing Lauren to huff angrily. I cracked a small smile.

"So, what brings you ladies here today?" Jacob smiled.

"Girl's day out," Angela beamed, "What about you?"

"Jacob's day out," he laughed, "I don't spend all day in the classroom grading papers, you know."

"I knew it." muttered Jessica.

"Well," he looked at his watch, "unfortunately, I have to be going. It was nice seeing you... all." he hesitated on the last word. I had a feeling he had meant to say 'it was nice seeing you Bella' because he only looked at me when he said it. He gave a quick wink before he exited out of the restaurant.

"So, who wants dessert?" Angela asked, opening the dessert menu.

"I think Bella just had hers." Jessica giggled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I challenged, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Oh, come on, like you didn't notice. He was so flirting with you. How you could not tell?" she questioned seriously, as Lauren stared at me with a hateful look on her face. Great, just another reason for Lauren to hate me.

"Oh, it's okay. Bella slept with the history teacher, why not go for the substitute too?" Lauren stated sarcastically, hitting the table with frustration. The abrupt action caused her half-eaten plate of Lasagna to fall off of the table and directly into her lap.

"Fuck!" she shrieked aloud, causing half of the customers to snap their heads in our direction, "This is new!" she cried, gesturing towards her light cream colored skinny jeans.

"Well, news flash Lauren," I said casually, "It isn't now." I smirked.

She ran off to the bathroom to clean herself up, her mascara running from her tears, and Jessica followed. Typical.

"Oh... my... god," Angela choked out between giggles, "that was so good!"

"Wow... you know what, I actually feel bad for her now." I stated glumly.

"Really?" her eyebrows raising in disbelief.

"No." I smiled.

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A/N: For those of you who haven't notice (or have, either way), I've changed the title of the story from 'Teaching Mr. Cullen' to 'The History of Love.' Penny for your thoughts?

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