Chapter Eleven
"Bella, why didn't you tell us?" Alice asked as she wrapped her tiny arms around me. I had told both her and Rosalie what happened between Jake and me. There was no need in hiding it. They would have found out sooner or later.
"I haven't really told anyone else," I explained, which was true, except for Edward.
"You haven't told anyone but the two of us?" Rosalie questioned.
"And Edward," I corrected.
"You told Edward and not us!" Alice shrieked as she let go of me and took a step back.
"Yes," I admitted as I looked down at the floor, feeling instantly guilty.
"We're not mad. Just know you can come to us anytime," Rosalie said kindly.
"Yeah Bella, we're here for you," Alice added smiling.
"Thanks guys, that means a lot to me," I smiled. I then realized I had left my phone off and that I probably should turn it back on.
"He sounds like such a jerk," Alice said again.
"For real," Rosalie added. As I turned my phone on, it instantly alerted me I had four missed calls-great, and voice mails. I dialed one and waited for my voice mail to pick up.
"You have four unheard messages, first message," the automated voice said.
"Bella, listen, we can work things out. I'm sorry, I really love you, call me," Jacob's voice beckoned. I rolled my eyes and deleted it.
"Second unheard message," the automated voice announced before playing the next recording.
"Bella, why haven't you called me? I won't put up with this. You will not ignore me," Jacob's voice called out angrily. I deleted it as well and proceeded to the next message.
"Bella, this is Quil, sorry about Jacob. He's been drinking and he got a hold of Embry's cell phone, not to mention he's been talking to Paul-idiots. I'm really sorry about what he said. I don't think he'll even remember it tomorrow. Catch you later Bells," Quil had left. Out of all of Jacob's friends, I was closest to him. He always reminded the guys I was around when they had gotten rowdy and had even toned Jacob down a few times for me. He was sort of like the big brother that I didn't have.
"Bella, this is mom, call me when you get this," my mom had said worriedly.
"Great," I muttered as I deleted the rest of the messages and shut my phone.
"What is it?" Rosalie asked.
"I missed a call from my mom," I sighed.
"Maybe you should give her a call," Alice suggested.
"Yeah, I better."
"Well, I guess I'll see you ladies tomorrow, I'm going to my room," Rosalie announced as she stood from Alice's fold out chair and walked across the room and to the bathroom.
"See ya," Alice replied.
"Bye," I called out to her. She smiled and opened the door to the bathroom and disappeared.
"I'm going to run to Jasper's room. I'll be back in a few minutes," Alice excused herself.
"Alright," I said as she walked out the door. I quickly dialed my mother's number and waited for her to pickup. No doubt she would be angry I didn't answer her call. She was probably worried that I had gotten kidnapped or something.
"Hello," she answered.
"Hey mom," I replied.
"Bella! Where have you been?" she asked frantically. She was always one for over dramatics.
"I went out to eat with Alice, Rosalie, and the gang," I replied.
"Whose Alice and Rosalie?" she inquired.
"Alice is my roommate and Rosalie is our next door neighbor who we share a bathroom with," I explained.
"I'm glad to hear that you're already making friends."
"They're really nice," I responded.
"So why didn't you answer earlier?" she interrogated.
"My phone was off," I answered honestly. I wasn't very good at lying. Renee could instantly see through me.
"Why did you have it turned off?"
"I didn't want it to go off while we were eating. I didn't want to seem rude."
"Oh, well I guess I understand," she replied sadly.
"Where's dad?" I changed the subject.
"Billy's. He's watching some kind of game on TV. I swear he could find a sporting event to watch year round."
"Tell him I said hey and that I love him,"
"I will."
"Well sweetie, I see that it's getting late and I know you have classes tomorrow. I'll let you get off here so that you can get in bed. I love you," she said.
"I love you too mom, bye," I replied as I hung up the phone. It being almost dead, I put it on charge. Grabbing my pajamas, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, knocking before I entered.
As I cleansed myself, I began to reflect on today's events. Not only had Edward asked me out on a date, but that one touch of his hand left me with a feeling of longing and wanting to be near him. It was as if I was missing something in my life and I didn't know it until I met him. Now being away from him was almost painful.
Meeting Tanya was an odd experience. I instantly felt threatened by her presence. I had never felt that way before. Could I have been jealous? Was that envy that took over when I thought Edward was happy to see her? I was instantly relieved when I found out that they, well rather Edward, detested her. No doubt, I had been jealous, which was totally new to me. I had never been envious of anything or anybody before.
Rinsing off, I began to realize in a few short hours I would be going to class. I grew instantly nervous thinking about it. What would a college class be like? How would it differ from high school? Would the professor like me, or hate me? Dr. Blackledge came to mind. What made him so hard?
Once the suds had been washed from my skin and hair, I stepped out of the shower and dried off. A lot was weighing heavily on my mind. I dressed quickly, and taking my belongings with me, I returned to the room. I saw Alice sitting at her desk, typing away at her computer.
"Hey," I said as I put my dirty clothes in my pop up hamper.
"Hi, have a nice shower?" She asked as she turned to look at me for a moment.
"Yes, I just had a lot on my mind," I told her as I found my hair brush and commenced in pulling it through my hair.
"Classes?" she guessed.
"Yes. I'm just nervous."
"Me too," she sighed.
"I just hope everything goes ok," I told her.
"It will," she comforted.
"Yeah," I replied still unsure. Nodding her head, she turned her attention back to her computer. It appeared that she was writing an email to someone.
I got into my bed, taking my cell phone with me. I set the alarm and crawled under my covers. Resting my head against the pillow, I knew instantly that sleep would be hard. Not only was I nervous about class tomorrow, but the reality of having a date with Edward hit me.
"Alice," I said after a few moments of silence.
"Um hmm?" she replied.
"I have a date with Edward."
"What! When?" She squealed.
"I'm not for sure," I replied.
"Why didn't you say anything before?" she asked as she got off of her computer and came to the side of my bed.
"Jacob kind of shot it down before. I momentarily forgot about it," I answered.
"I can't wait to tell Rose. We will have to take you shopping and get you a cute outfit. Do you have any idea where you'll be going?"
"No," I laughed at her enthusiasm.
"Not to worry, I'll talk to Edward and make sure he takes you some where nice."
"Alice, I'm sure where ever he chooses will be fine."
"Yeah probably, but I still have to find out!" she exclaimed.
"And you're ok with it?" I asked. I wanted her to be accepting of it. Edward was, after all, her brother.
"Of course!"
"Great," I replied smiling as I looked down at her.
"See ya in the morning," she laughed as turned off the lights and climbed into her own bed.
"Night," I replied as I rolled over and got comfortable. Tomorrow, I had a feeling, would be quite eventful.
EPOV
I didn't
know I could get so angry. When Bella informed me that it was Jacob
calling her phone I wanted to drive to Forks, find him, and rip his
head off his shoulders. I felt inclined to protect her. She seemed so
vulnerable, so easy to hurt. I would never let anything happen to
her.
As I lie in my bed, trying desperately to get some sleep, I couldn't help but reflect on the feeling I got when I touched her. Earlier when I grabbed her hand, it was as if a jolt of electricity had passed between us. I desperately wanted to know if she felt it too. In that moment, I sensed that I had missed out on something for my entire life and I was just now being connected with it. I longed to see her even now. She had taken over my thoughts.
I rolled over, trying to get comfortable. I then thought of Tanya and how much I couldn't stand her. Ever since I could remember, she and her sisters had been harping over Jasper, Emmett, and I. We, however, wanted nothing to do with them. Honestly, they were psycho. If not for my father's friendship with their father, we would cut off all contact with them.
In the past, Tanya's sisters Kate and Irina, had tried to take Jasper and Emmett from Rosalie and Alice. Of course this was a lost cause, but they felt inclined to try. In the end, they attempted to strand Alice and Rosalie at the side of the road by messing with Rosalie's BMW. What they didn't know, was that Rosalie was practically a master mechanic, and their plan backfired when she got revenge. Irina's Lexus never did work the same. Alice, knowing nothing about cars, and only about fashion, attacked Kate's wardrobe. A pair of melted black designer boots and a closet of discolored designer attire quickly let these girls know they weren't just messing with anyone. I personally, would never want to get on their bad sides. They could be down right evil.
"Night little bro," Emmett said as he climbed into bed.
"Goodnight," I replied.
"Make sure to wake me up before you leave tomorrow," he yawned.
"Sure thing," I replied. Shifting around once again, I finally got comfortable and fell asleep thinking of none other but Bella. She would certainly be the death of me.
BPOV
As always when you get in bed too late, the morning seems to come too early. Groaning loudly, I shut off my alarm clock and got out of bed. I could see that Alice was already awake and most likely in the shower. Walking over to my desk, I plopped down and took out my small bag of cosmetics and other beautifying agents. I then proceeded to go to my drawers and pick out an outfit for today.
Deciding to keep it casual, I picked out a pair of jeans and t-shirt and laid them across my chair as I waited for the bathroom. A few minutes later, Alice bounced out cheerily.
"Hey sleepy head," she giggled. Groaning in response, I grabbed my clothing, tooth brush, and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom. Once in confines of the bathroom, I quickly emptied my bladder and then brushed my teeth. I splashed some water on my face to wake up and then proceeded to dress.
Walking out of the bathroom, I saw Alice putting on the finishing touches to her makeup.
"Bella, really, you, Rose, and me are going to the mall this evening," she said eyeing my clothes. I rolled my eyes as I took a seat at my desk and started applying some of my makeup.
"I happen to like t-shirts and jeans," I shot back after a moment.
"Bella, there's nothing wrong with the occasional jeans and t-shirt outfit if you must, but you need some dynamics in your wardrobe. Let Rose and I help you out," she pled.
"Fine," I muttered.
"Thanks!" she exclaimed.
"You're welcome. And besides, while we're there I can pick up some job applications," I sighed. Working was a must, no way around it.
"Did you get your backpack ready last night?" Alice asked as she started arranging her things.
"No, I forgot."
"I thought you did," she laughed as she put a few pens and pencils into an oversized bag.
"I just had too much on my mind to think of it."
"Understandable," she giggled as she picked up a glittery pink notebook and a folder, stuffing both into the bag.
"Going already?" I questioned as she slung the bag over her shoulder.
"Yup, I going to make sure Jasper is up and we're going to go grab a bite to eat," she explained.
"Alright. Well, good luck with your classes today," I told her.
"Good luck to you too. I don't think it will be too hard today. From what I've heard, we'll just receive our syllabuses and some professors give an overview of the content that will be covered by the course."
"I hope."
"Me too. I'll see you after class. We're still getting lunch right?" she asked as she started towards the door.
"Yeah," I replied.
"See ya then," she said as she giddily skipped out the door.
I quickly finished getting ready and got my things together. I was starting towards the door when I heard a knock at it. Who could it be at this time of the day?
Opening the door, I revealed the perfection that was Edward. He stood there handsomely clad in dark washed jeans and a tight dark blue polo that looked spectacular with his bronze hair. He smiled at me brightly, further dazzling me. I was at a loss for words. I had completely forgotten that we were going to walk to class together.
"Ready?" he questioned.
"Yeah," I managed to say. He chuckled and held out his arm to me. I took it and walked out of my room. We then stopped and I looked up at him questioningly.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I believe you need to lock your door," he laughed. I blushed realizing how big of an idiot I had just made out of myself.
"Oh, yeah," I said as I turned and locked the door.
"Ok," I said as I turned around, now ready to go. Again offering his arm, I took it and we walked down the hall to the elevator.
"Sleep well last night?" he asked as we waited for the elevator to come.
"Yeah, once I fell asleep," I replied right before a huge yawn overtook me.
"I didn't get much sleep either," he said as he too yawned.
"I really hope Dr. Blackledge isn't as bad as everyone says."
"I don't think he's that bad. We'll just have to work extra hard in that class," he said as the doors swung open. On board were two people, one of them I didn't know, the other was Mike Newton. Why me?
"Hey Bella!" he greeted as Edward and I got onto the elevator.
"Um, hi Mike," I replied coldly.
"Who do you have for class this morning?" he asked.
"Blackledge," I answered.
"Wow, that's too bad," he chuckled.
"Yeah," I responded as I stepped a bit closer to Edward.
"Blackledge really isn't that bad. People just give him a bad name because he's so demanding. He just wants excellence. Do your best and you will come out great in that class," the short brown curly haired girl explained that was also on the elevator.
"Really? Did you take him?" I asked.
"Yes, I took a class under him while I was still in high school."
"And how did you come out?" Edward asked.
"I got an A," she replied.
"How did you get an A out of Blackledge?" Mike asked, clearly shocked.
"I did my work, and when he gave me criticism on a paper I was sure to take it in consideration when I did my next paper," she answered.
"Thanks for the advice," I said as the elevator opened up to the first floor. Edward and I walked out and into the lobby.
"So, I guess I'll see you around," Mike said as he walked in front of us and out the door of the building.
"Uh, yeah," I replied as Edward and I continued out the building and towards the English building.
When the building finally came into view, I noticed how quiet Edward was being.
"Is something wrong Edward?" I asked as we started up the stairs.
"No. Mike really just tests my patience."
"I know what you mean. I can't stand him," I told him as he opened the door for me. Walking in, the cool air greeted me first. Heat seemed to radiate from every pore outside. By nine o'clock, it was already a scorching eighty nine degrees. The heat would definitely be the hardest thing to get used to.
"The room number was one hundred and thirty, right?" Edward asked as we started down the hall.
"Yeah," I replied.
"I think it's this way," he directed pointing up to a sign with an arrow that said 129-140. We walked down a shorter hall and then turned a corner. The first door on the left was 130. We were about to meet the famous Dr. Blackledge.
Walking in the classroom, there were only a few other students seated. The room was set up so the teacher stood in the center of the room, behind a podium, with a projector screen. The desks were arranged in rows that was gradually raised. We walked up a couple rows and took seats in the center of the room. It was the perfect view.
"I wonder where everyone else is?" I asked turning my attention towards Edward.
"We're a bit early. They'll probably be arriving soon," he replied as he arranged a notebook and pen on his desk. Following his lead, I took out a pad of paper and a mechanical pencil. My writing was horrid, and using a pen just wasn't for me.
"Oh."
"We're still meeting for lunch right?" he questioned.
"Of course," I replied smiling. It was then a flood of people entered the classroom and began to take seats. I gulped nervously as I noticed a tall balding man among them. He went straight the podium and began to arrange some papers. Undoubtedly, he was Dr. Blackledge.
A few moments later, he closed the door and took his place behind the podium. Clearing his throat, he began to speak.
"Hello class, I'm Dr. Blackledge and this is English 100. Today I will be handing out and going over the syllabus," he spoke. He then took a stack of papers to a girl at the corner of the room and they were passed around. Moments later they came to me, and taking one I handed the ever smaller growing stack to Edward, who in turn did the same, passing it to the girl next to him.
"As you will notice, I have a few guidelines for this class I expect you to follow," Dr. Blackledge said as he pulled up the first page on the over head projector for all to see.
"I, in no way accept late papers. The only exception to this rule, is of course, university approved excuses. Don't come to me with any lame excuse about a dead uncle or having the stomach flu. In addition, I expect you all to attend class regularly. I only give out notes once. Don't come to my office expecting to get notes you missed, it will be a lost cause. If you miss, that's your problem, not mine. Finally, and most importantly, do not plagiarize. Any student I find plagiarizing, will be rewarded a failing grade and will be turned in to the dean's office. I can assure you that the university, and any other for that matter, frowns upon such actions, and usually the offender is thrown out of the institution," he spoke. I listened to him intently, which was quite hard considering that Edward was sitting next to me. He seemed to be a very stern teacher. I could instantly surmise that he would be tough. But at the same time, he was only demanding. His rules were fair. I could abide by them.
"You will see on page two of the syllabus, a list of papers, essays, and exams you will be taking in the class. As you will note, you have one exam, the final. It, however, is not really an exam in the sense of the word. But, you will come here to complete the assignment. Also, you will notice you have approximately three main papers to write. This is adjustable. It all depends on how well the class is doing as a whole. If I see that the class average is falling below a certain average, I will generally assign an extra paper to attempt to help the laggers. Finally, you will see that I have listed ten essays in which you will be doing. Each is worth ten points, and all together average out as one test grade. These can both help and hurt you. So I suggest you take them seriously. Many people fail to see the importance in these and end up with a lower grade for their lack of effort," he instructed. He then pulled up another page of the syllabus.
"If you have purchased the text book, you will find this same page on page number thirty seven. I expect all papers, essays, and other written materials to be set up in this manner. Do not turn papers in otherwise. I will deduct points, or simply ignore them. I must also stress proofreading. Going over your assignments before handing them in is vital. No one is perfect enough to get it right the first time. Every piece of written work will have a mistake in it. Just try to make them minimal," he stated. I was becoming less and less nervous. Although he was obviously strict, he really didn't seem so bad. Like Edward had said, we would just have to work hard in this class and I was willing. Writing was my ultimate passion; I would obligingly spend the extra time perfecting my papers to the best of my ability.
"As you can see by the grading scale, the three main papers, the précis, informative piece, and the argumentative paper have the most weight. This, of course, is a writing class. Do any of you have any questions?" he asked. Instantly, a red haired girl in the front row raised her hand.
"Yes?" he asked directing his attention to her.
"If we have any problems with an assignment do you have office hours?" she asked.
"Oh yes of course, good question. My office hours are on the front page if you overlooked them. I'm generally there from twelve thirty to four o'clock. Any other questions?" No one else raised their hand.
"Very well. You may be dismissed. Be sure to bring your text book on Wednesday," he said as he turned and started to gather his things.
"That wasn't too bad, was it?" Edward asked as he put his notebook and pens back in his messenger bag.
"Not at all," I replied putting my things away. We then stood and walked out of the class room. Looking at the clock in the hall, we still had fifteen minutes until our next class.
"What class do you have next?" Edward asked as we started to walk out of the English building.
"Math, it's in the technology department," I told him as I sighed in discontentment. I absolutely abhorred math. It was worst subject. The numbers always seemed to run together and confused me to no end.
"Oh, my next class is in the same building. I have a computer class," he informed. In spite of myself, I smiled. I loved the fact that we could walk to our next class together each day.
"Cool," I replied trying to seem calm despite the happiness that was now flooding me on the inside.
"What's your room number?" he asked as we walked out of the building and started across campus.
"Two twenty one," I explained to him.
"I'm on the third floor," he said as the technology building came into sight.
"It's your last class right?" I questioned him.
"Yeah."
"I have one more, History 202," I told him as we slowly approached the Technology department.
"I'll walk you to it, if it's ok with you," he said as we entered the building.
"Thanks, I'd like that," I replied as we started walking up the steps. We reached the second floor and I turned to tell him goodbye.
"See you here after class?" I asked as I stopped at the door that led to the second floor.
"Sure," he replied.
"See ya," I said as I opened the door and started to go through it. I walked down the hall and found my class room. Walking in, I noticed it too was a bit empty. I had to be early again. I took a seat at the front of the room, knowing that I would need to so that I could focus. Like before, a few moments later, a mass amount of people began to come into the room. Taking out my things, I didn't pay much attention to who was coming in.
I heard someone sit next to me, but I paid no mind to it. I arranged my notebook and pens on my desk and watched the front of the room for the professor to enter.
"Bella?" a familiar voice addressed me. I looked to my left to see James sitting next to me. Great, class with a complete psycho, that's just what I needed. Smiling weakly, to mask my shock, I addressed him.
"James."
"You have this class?" he questioned me, clearly thrilled at my presence.
"Yeah."
"Wow, that's great."
"Um, yeah I suppose," I replied trying to seem indifferent.
"You still have my phone number?" he questioned.
"Yeah," I lied.
"Don't be afraid to use it."
"Sure, ok," I replied as the teacher entered the room. She was a short, dark complicated lady with dark brown hair that was balled into a tight bun.
"Hello class, I'm Dr. Ahmadi, and this is College Algebra," she announced as she stood at the podium at the center of the room.
"I'll pass out the syllabus and then we will go over it," she said as she took a stack of papers and gave it to the girl next to me. She gave them to me and I handed them to James, who made sure to touch my hand while taking the stack of papers from me. I internally hurled as I pretended not to notice.
Once the papers were passed around, she proceeded to go over the syllabus much like Dr. Blackledge had. The class went by fairly quickly, in which I was happy because I could feel James staring at me. As soon as she dismissed the class, I bolted from the room and to the stairway to find Edward.
Much to my luck, he was there waiting.
"How'd class go?" he asked as we started down the stairs.
"Good, except for one small detail," I told him we reached the bottom of the stairs.
"And that would be?" he questioned. And as on cue, James called out to me.
"Bella!" he called.
"James," I replied to Edward as if addressing him.
"What's your next class?" he asked as he came up beside Edward and I, matching our pace.
"History."
"That's too bad. I have Art," he sighed.
"Yeah, too bad," I faked disappointment.
"Well, I guess I'll catch you later," he said as he walked off.
"He's in your class?" Edward asked once he was out of ear shot.
"Yeah," I replied as we came to my next class building.
"Don't worry Bella, I won't let him bother you," he comforted as we walked into the building and out into the scorching heat.
"Thanks," I replied smiling.
"What room is your class in?" he asked.
"One twelve," I answered. Nodding, he led me to my next class room.
"I'll be here at twelve forty," he said.
"Thanks a lot Edward," I told him as I walked into the classroom. I noticed the girl from the elevator sitting in the front row by herself.
"Mind if I sit next o you?" I asked as I approached her.
"Not at all," she replied smiling. Taking the seat next to her, I adjusted my things on the desk and turned to her.
"I'm Bella," I introduced myself.
"Angela, nice to meet you," she smiled. She seemed really easy going, and I could see myself becoming friends with her.
"Nice to meet you too," I replied as the teacher came in. He was a rather gruff guy with a pony tail and full beard.
"I'm Dr. Kiffmeyer, but you can call me Tom. Doctor is way too formal, and I would prefer not to be called Mr. Kiffmeyer. Mr. Kiffmeyer is my dad and he's a republican, I hate republicans," he replied much to my shock. I could tell he was going to be much different than the other teachers I had previously.
"Here's the syllabus, read over it," he said as he gave Angela the stack of papers. She handed them to me and I passed them to the girl next to me.
"Basically, you will find that we have three tests and a final. I will lecture every day. I expect you to be here everyday. If you feel you have better things to do than come to class, that's your business. But know I will take this in consideration when I grade my tests. If you don't show up for class, I won't bother grading your test. I don't want to hear any bullshit about why you couldn't be here, I couldn't care less. I don't do makeup tests. Only university accepted excuses veto this, and it better be a damn good excuse. I suggest you buy the book. But if you don't that's your business. I've been called a hard ass, but I like to think of myself more as a dictator," he laughed.
"As you will see on the test, the final makes up a fourth of your grade. It isn't comprehensive. But at the same time, basic principles you will learn throughout the semester can be applied. When I lecture I like feedback. I don't want to stand up here and talk to a bunch of dummies. If I don't get feedback, I will make this class hard. However, if you give me feedback, we'll have no problems," he spoke. I instantly gulped. He was going to be hard. Speaking out in class was one of my biggest fears. What if my answer was wrong? What if he made fun of me for it? He seemed like the type of professor who would shoot it down.
"Well, that's really all I have to say. Does anyone have any questions?" he asked. No one being brave enough to raise their hand, he nodded and took a seat behind the desk.
"Alright then, as I call your name say present or whatever floats your boat and leave," he said taking out a list of names. He then proceeded to go through the list. Many names later, he finally came to my name.
"Isabella Swan," he called.
"Here," I replied raising my hand. He nodded in recognition and picking up my things I left the room. I had a bad feeling about his class.
"Wow," I heard Angela say behind me.
"Yeah, I know," I sighed.
"I heard he was different. But I didn't expect that," she laughed as we walked down the hall. I could see Edward approaching from the front doors.
"I definitely was not expecting that," I admitted.
"Oh well, I guess I'll just have to get used to talking out in class," she said as she started out the door.
"Me too," I said as Edward came to my side.
"Catch you later," she said as she left.
"That's the girl from the elevator isn't it," he laughed as we walked out of the building and into the blinding sun.
"Yeah. She's really nice. Her name's Angela," I told him as we started towards the student center to meet the rest of the group.
"I take it class went ok?" he chuckled as we continued to walk.
"Well, sorta. The teacher is a bit, well, different."
"What do you mean?" he questioned.
"He just has a different way of teaching."
"I see," he said as we came to the student center.
College classes, I thought, were much different that high school ones. The overall setup was so much unlike. So much responsibility rested on my shoulders now. It would definitely take some getting used to. But, I had a feeling I would love college. With Edward and the rest of the gang by my side, I had a feeling that everything would be great.
As we walked in, we spotted Emmett first, standing in line at Taco Bell. I had to laugh at Rosalie's expression. She was standing next to him, clearly not amused by his enthusiasm. Laughing, Edward and I went to join the rest of the group to see how their days had gone.
(A/N: So, what do you think? How will Bella deal with James and somewhat eccentric teachers? What does Edward have planned for the date? Just a little side note, these professors are based off of real life professors that I had my first semester of college. Needless to say, Kiffmeyer was certainly different. Also, the pasta lady is a real life person, she's great..lol. But anyways, I hope all enjoyed this chapter. Thanks too all the reviewers and my great beta, Shanbug07. Please review and let me know what you think!)
