A/N: Another difficult chapter to write, I hope you like it :). Thanks for everyone reading, don't forget to review, I'll send you Edward so you can bite his ear…I own nothing except for a lazy, bad tempered cat.

My Sunday night was slow and quiet. I spent it with Charlie in front of a football match I pretended to watch for his sake. It was a welcome distraction to the distress I was feeling. I was torn between relief that the situation had finally been cleared between Edward and me, and the despair of seeing him going out of my life like that. A simple goodbye, yet so heartbreaking.

Before going to bed that night, I mechanically checked my phone for any texts and found one from Alice. I couldn't help but smile a little when I read it. "Another week end gone, no :((! Looking forward to next Friday night, just us girls at the club yeah :))! See you tomorrow!" I admit I had totally forgotten about it with the eventful couple of days I had just been through. Knowing Alice and her determination, I had no choice but to go with them. I had said yes and she would never let me hear the end of it if I cancelled on her.

I tossed and turned that night, getting only a couple hours of sleep. Thinking of Edward's kisses, of his broken face when I had made my decision, of his hard eyes when he had gone out of the café was slowly but surely stealing my sanity. I kept repeating myself it was better this way but it didn't make a bit of difference. I woke up exhausted but thankful I wouldn't be seeing Edward today.

After drinking about five cups of coffee, I made my way to work. I was so sleepy I missed the entrance for the teachers' parking area and resigned myself to park among the students' cars. I got out of the truck, feeling very zombie like and started walking towards the school main building. And there, in the middle of a very ordinary parking lot, my heart stopped and broke completely.

Edward was leaning against his car, as beautiful as ever but he wasn't alone. He had his arms around a girl who looked familiar, probably one of my students, and they were kissing. Almost indecently, she tasted his tongue with hers before whispering something in his ear. I didn't even look at the girl, it didn't matter who she was. All I saw was him. His eyes never met mine and that's what hurt me the most. He looked like he could only see her and had forgotten all about me. Yes, but that's what you wanted, right? He has the right to have a girlfriend.

I didn't stay and torture myself any longer. I almost ran to the building and to the staff room. I couldn't let my tears run freely there either because some of my colleagues were chatting around a cup of coffee. I had to endure listening to stories about "their fabulous week end" and "their wonderful children" when I had none of those. I had let go of my only chance at love.

Class was my salvation. I had to concentrate on my lesson plans, on my students' questions and silly behaviors. Even the most stupid of them I was grateful for, because it kept my mind from the scene I had witnessed this morning. During lunch break, I couldn't help replaying it over and over. I couldn't understand what happened. One day, he confesses his feelings for me and the day after that, he parades his new girlfriend in front of the whole school. It didn't make any sense. Unless…he was with her before and hadn't wanted to show it until now. Maybe he wanted to have a go at me, experience with me and when I said no, he came back to her. That was the only explanation.

I was saved from my torturous thoughts by Alice and James, who came in for lunch and sat with me. We chatted and I felt better. Alice was probably surprised to see me having a normal conversation with James, enjoying it even because she kept raising her eyebrows and frowning in confusion. She didn't say anything though which I appreciated because I certainly didn't feel like explaining my sudden change of attitude towards him.

My afternoon classes passed quickly and brought the same relief as the morning ones. Teaching can be a pain sometimes, most of the time really but there's nothing like a couple of rowdy students to make you forget your worries and pain. Quiet, beautiful students, those ones caused pain. Not consciously, not voluntarily but they did.

Mr. Banner came into my classroom for a little chat at the end of the day and asked me where my project with Edward was headed. I was as evasive as possible and told him I should see Edward the following day in class and talk about it with him. My plan was to actually give a note to Edward about my progress and have him tell me about his.

How could we continue working together? In the same room, alone? No way. I may be a masochist but even I had limits. It would be hard enough seeing him three hours a week in class, hearing him read in his beautiful voice, or talk about his new girlfriend. Her name would probably be Shelley or Tiffany or something like that. I felt like puking just thinking about it.

I was witness to another show from Edward and his slut when I got on the parking lot that afternoon. They were not kissing this time but she had her hands on his delectable butt and kept biting his earlobe while he was smiling like a moron. How could have I misjudged him that way? I thought he was a smart guy, discreet and quiet and here he was, displaying that disgusting show for everyone to see.

I was not in complete denial though. I knew that my strong reaction had everything to do with jealousy and nothing to do with morality. I was an idiot but not a hypocrite. If it was me, I would probably be all over him, showing all the girls that this delicious man was mine and not theirs to touch. I couldn't blame Kelly for that. Yes, another name for the slut touching my love. Not anymore Bella.

I took sleeping pills that because I couldn't function normally on another night of insomnia. I woke up feeling refreshed but still dreading to see Edward that morning. After seriously considering calling the school to say I was sick, I steeled myself and started my day as usual. I tried to rationalize Edward's importance. After all, I had a classroom full of students. Why should he be different from the others? Maybe I had judged Mike Newton too easily. I snorted because this was a ridiculous thought to even compare them.

I braced myself when the students started filling the class. I kept my face neutral and straightened my strict black jacket. No more fancy clothes when I'd see him, no more inappropriate thoughts. I was a professional for God's sakes.

All rationality left me when I saw Edward and Brenda, or rather Kate Franklin as I knew her, come into the classroom, smiling at each other, hand in hand.

Fuck, they were in the same class.

Oh, oh, what's Bella going to do? Theories, thoughts? Gimme, gimme, gimme :)!