AN: Thanks for all the good luck messages for my exams; they all went fine and finished on Monday. Yay! So… I wrote this chapter and it was huge so I split it in half. The second half will be up in a few days, promise! Thanks so much for all your amazing reviews, I love each and every one, even if I don't sound interested in the response. That because I get so excited when my phone beeps for an email and I have to reply, even if it's four am where I am. So worth it!

Sorry if the grammar is a bit bad in this one, I'm really tired but I wanted to give it to you now rather than make you wait till tomorrow. Longest chapter ever though, that has to be a plus!

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RECAP:

Great,

Sleep well.

Edward x

I woke up late that morning and panicked slightly, as I ate and dressed in the 'great unveiling' outfit that Alice had been planning for most of the week, that I wouldn't get to school in time to see Bella before my first hour Spanish class. Fortunately Alice had, through the aforementioned twin telepathic link, once again come to my rescue in the form of a swift shove out of the door whilst I was still eating my breakfast banana. (AN: I know Edward is American but I don't know what you eat for breakfast, so he had mine instead!) I love my sister dearly, and I was grateful to her for making the effort to get me to school on time, but sometimes she can be really annoying.

I put one foot out of Alice's Porchse Turbo, a Christmas present she prized above almost all her worldly possessions, and tripped over my bag strap which was dangling out of the door in my hurry to join it with my other foot. Thankfully, I steadied myself before I could fall and have what I affectionately referred to as a 'Bella Moment' and started to stride off towards my homeroom to sign into school. Not surprisingly, since I was late, there were no other people around so I didn't have to worry about unwelcome questions on the way. That would inevitably come later!

I arrived at the door just as my teacher Mr Varner did and he pushed open the door graciously to let me in, excusing my tardiness for once because of my spotless record I presumed. Then he did something I would never expect; he seized my arm and tugged me gently but forcefully towards the front of the classroom, then proceeded to introduce me to the class.

I stood their speechless, completely beffuzled as to what he was doing. "I'm glad to see that most of you have arrived back safely after what I'm sure was a restful and relaxing break." I smiled, remembering the definite drama of my week and how it had all led up to today. The clothes… the hair… the confidence training… the exercise… It had all led up to that moment, in about twenty minutes time, when I would see Bella for the first time as the new me. I was so ready to tell her what I had waited so long to say, yet still incredibly nervous of course, and I was now eager for homeroom to be over so I could walk past Bella's locker on my way to Spanish.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I almost missed Mr Varner's next words: "I would also like you to meet a new student today; I wasn't aware that we were expecting one but nevertheless, please welcome Mr…" he trailed off and I stood there silently, smiling at him as I waited for this fictitious new student to talk. Poor Mr Varner had finally lost his mind!

Eventually, after several moments of increasingly awkward silence, Mr Varner spoke up again. "Well… introduce yourself then!" I then realised with a mixture of shock and awe that he was talking to me. It was clear now, from his vacant, expressionless eyes and fake smile as he looked at me, that he did not recognise me at all. I was shocked at his lack of facial distinction as he was well known to be one of the most intelligent and well educated teachers who graced the halls of Forks High, and he was also one of my favourite teachers. I guess you could say that in Mr Varner's trigonometry class I was a teacher's pet, and that he had always appeared to have a soft spot where I was concerned too. I seemed utterly absurd to me that he could not remember me after all of the times that I had come top in his insanely random tests and been the only one to actually hand in my homework that he would not remember me, despite a fairly radical overhaul of my exterior.

However, I also found myself quite excited by the prospect of not having anyone recognise me so I thought that I would channel my inner Emmett and see how far I could take it. "Cullen, Sir. I'm a relative of Emmett's from London." I said this in the most precocious British accent I could manage, winking surreptitiously at Emmett out of the corner of my eye. He smirked back at me from where he sat slouched in his seat at the back of the classroom then nodded almost imperceptibly, to let me know that he would go along with my plan. I continued: "He's my second cousin on my mother's side!" Mr Varner nodded jovially, his smile growing wider by the minute.

"How wonderful!" he said, his smile so wide now that I felt uncomfortable just looking at it. "You never told us that your cousin would be joining us Emmett." He directed this last part at Emmett, who was now sniggering uncontrollably, as my clueless teacher pointed me towards the only available seat in the room, which just so happened to be mine already. I sat down as Emmett replied with fake enthusiasm to Mr Varner's quizzical statement.

"I'm sorry Sir, it was a last minute arrangement." Mr Varner seemed appeased and gradually began to read out the class notices and take the register. (AN: I think its called role call or something in America, but im not sure so for now I'll use the English) A few moments later I felt something soft and warm brush against my arm.

"Hey baby, I missed you." I looked down to see Tanya sprawled across my desk with her hand leisurely stroking my arm, almost the way a girl does to her boyfriend I realised with horror. I had been so wrapped up in my conversation with Mr Varner that I hadn't even realised that she was seated next to me; in fact I was sure that she hadn't been sitting there last semester. "Well," she purred, quietly enough that only I could hear. "Aren't you going to say anything Edward?" Ok, clearly Tanya knew exactly who I was, despite the fact that until now I hadn't been aware that she knew who I was. I needed to find out what she knew and why she was the only one who recognised me, but I was also aware that for now the best policy would just be to ignore her until we could talk somewhere more private.

I smiled down at her attempting to look smouldering; the way Rose had told me that I did naturally, but was apparently unaware of, during one of those long afternoons without much to do; clearly it worked because her eyelids fluttered and she seemed to slump down further on to my desk. "Tanya," I said quietly, trying not to attract attention. "Can we talk later?" Mr Varner had now started reading down the list of names and I needed to listen for my own. I wanted my little bombshell to be as 'explosive' as possible, if you catch my drift, to make a statement just like Alice had wanted!

"Sure!" she said, seeming to snap abruptly back into consciousness, and she lifted her arm off my desk reluctantly to turn back in her seat. "Have fun with your little charade!"

"Edward Cullen?" Mr Varner called my name and I waited just half a beat before answering yes, loudly and clearly into the silent classroom. Mr Varner looked down and tapped a key on his computer to mark me in and then moved on to the next name. "Emmett Cullen?" Emmett laughed out loud this time and Mr Varner looked up to stare irritably in his direction for a moment before the penny finally dropped. I could see clearly on his face as his brain caught up with his mouth and his eyes snapped over to meet mine. "E…Edward Cullen?" he stammered, now completely bewildered. "You're not Edward Cullen! You can't be!" He stood shakily to his feet and lifted his right index finger to point at me.

I smiled wryly, this could work better than I have ever imagined. I snuck a glance at Emmett who winked, and then turned to address the class who were all watching me avidly. "My name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen, and I have been in your trig class for three and a half years!" I heard loud gasps from behind me and turn to see a girl I knew to be called Jessica whispering something to her friend Lauren about how she had known it all along. It didn't look like Lauren believed her though; she seemed to be too busy staring at my backside to be paying attention to her friend. I grimaced, then turned back to smile innocently at Mr Varner, who seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilation, and then swept my bag off the table and strode out of the door as the bell for the end of homeroom started to sound.

Even in a school full of gossips and drama queens, the news of my outburst couldn't spread that fast so, apart from the stares of some cheerleaders who were eyeing up the new guy to see if I was hot enough to date, I didn't receive any unwelcome attention which might divert me from my path towards Bella's locker. When I got there I leant against it coolly, waiting to see my favourite girl coming down the hall from her homeroom class with Mrs Goff, my Spanish teacher, which was the other end of the school from my own.

After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes in reality, I heard a soft musical laugh from behind a tall, broad-shouldered footballer and then, as he shifted his stance slightly, I saw her. She looked exactly the same as the last time I had seen her, exactly a week ago. Her smile still took my breath away; her eyes still sparkled with the flame of curiosity and the steely edge of determination as she chatted animatedly with her friend Angela, the two of them walking ever closer to the spot where I stood frozen. She looked at me then, unfamiliar hostility flashing across her eyes.

"Excuse me," she said coldly, her voice sounding flat and uninterested. "Could you move? You're leaning on my locker!" I smirked and she visibly bristled, preparing an angry retort to whatever I was about to say I'm sure. I opened my mouth and began what promised to be the scariest, most nerve-wracking conversation of my entire life.

BPOV

I stood, anger radiating from me as I waited for a response from the tall, yet somehow familiar stranger who was occupying the space just in front of my locker.

"I'm hurt Bells!" he said, in a mock angry tone. I frowned, confusion clear on my face as I tried to connect that incredibly familiar voice to a person in my memory who was just out of reach of my conscious mind. "I would have thought you would remember your best friend. It's only been a week!" Then it hit me!

"Edward!" I screamed, and leapt up into his arms, which instinctively tightened around my waist to stop me falling. "I missed you! What happened to you, you look amazing?" I jumped lightly down to my feet and stepped back, appraising him as I did so. His glasses, unnecessary as they had been before, had gone… as had the baggy, comforting clothes that he had hidden behind since I had known him. I had always known that under all that flannel and plaid he had well defined muscle, having been on the receiving end of many hugs from him, but now it was displayed for the world to see in tight blue jeans and an even tighter black t-shirt, with a biker jacket and sneakers to match. (AN: All pictures on my profile) He looked as if he had just stepped out of one of my stepdad's 'Biker's Weekly' magazines… and it suited him. Extremely well in fact!

Just then two things came to my attention simultaneously. Firstly, underneath the calm, cool exterior he was fronting, he looked nervous and scared; and secondly, there was someone else watching our little exchange intently, someone with long, curly strawberry-blonde hair. I wonder…

EPOV

"What's up Edward, why'd you look so nervous?" she asked me, concern winning out as the foremost emotion in her face.

"No reason." I smiled hesitantly and her face lit up in response. "Bella, there's something I wanted to tell you!" I said, biting my lip the way that Bella does when she gets nervous. Yet another thing I love about her!

Then she really started beaming as if someone had just lit a 20,000 kW bulb behind her eyes. "There's something I want to tell you too!" she said, sounding extremely excited at the prospect. I could help smiling then too, her enthusiasm was just infectious.

"You go first," I suggested, eager to have my turn but determined to be a gentleman nevertheless…

"OK, I wanted you to m…" she was cut off abruptly by a flash of strawberry-blonde hair streaking towards me, blocking my view of her as Tanya draped her arms around my waist and started talking over Bella.

"Did your phone run out of battery, because you never called?" I looked helplessly at Bella, begging her to understand, but she just smiled affectionately and turned to leave.

"I can see you are busy Edward, so I'll go. We can talk at lunch!" With that she turned and sauntered off down the hall with Angela in tow, who had been waiting silently for at least ten minutes, then disappeared round the corner. I turned to Tanya in disgust.

"What was that for? I was having a conversation with my best friend. I don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm really not interested." I was trying hard to keep my tone conversational but my anger was creeping through in my voice.

"I can see that! I know exactly how you feel towards Bella." She smirked and continued in a smug tone. "However, if you change your mind after lunch… or, I don't know, get some 'bad news'…just know that I'm available to talk."

"Thanks," I said, now annoyed and confused. "I'll keep it in mind." Then I bent down to pick up my own bag which had fallen over at some point, and tried to sneak off.

"That's all I'm asking babe!" she called to me as I walked away from her, now majorly late again. "Just keep it in mind." Then she turned away, an evil grin on her face…

AN: OK, so all I want from you this time is: WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN NEXT? I would welcome PM's too if you come up with more guesses after you review! Sorry to leave you with this, however I can assure you that it is nothing compared to the next chapter's cliff-hanger. This teeny one is nothing! I know that it's not what many of you expected but, just to give it some drama and to make it last longer because I love writing it, I have added a twist. Hopefully you will like it! By the way, this story WILL finish the way you expect, just not for a while yet. Thanks, review please… special mention if anyone gets it right… I won't tell you in the reply though, that would just ruin the surprise!

Charlotte-xoxo