Chapter 4

BELLA'S POV

Mrs. Appleton really didn't like me. She had asked me several questions already, figuring that I hadn't been paying attention. She was dead on; of course, I was busy staring at the picture.

Edward and I occasionally talked, although we had to pretend to be writing notes at the same time.

This is so boring!

Don't worry, class is over soon.

Not soon enough.

He smiled, turning to look at Mrs. Appleton.

"Edward, why don't you help us out?" She pointed to the board.

"Certainly."

Yeah Edward, help us out.

He rolled his eyes at me, and went to the board.

"Why don't you work out problem four, and explain how you came to your answer?"

Edward nodded, and turned to the board. He wrote very fast, without making any scratching sound against the board.

As he did, I looked down at the picture again. Why couldn't we just go live somewhere, and live happily with Charlie? It was so hard being away from him.

Suddenly, a hand flashed down, and took the picture from me.

"This doesn't look like last night's math homework." Mrs. Appleton snapped, the picture in her hand. She hadn't seen it.

By this time, Edward had snapped his head around.

I knew what I had to do.

"Mrs. Appleton…" I pressed a hand to my forehead.

I had to make sure I fell so that I didn't hit my head. Things would get suspicious if I hit my head and didn't have a concussion.

"Bella!" Edward's voice was concerned as he caught me before I hit the ground. I hadn't had time to tell him I was faking it.

I'm alright, I just needed to create a distraction. She dropped the picture, grab it!

I could tell, even with my eyes closed, that Edward was suppressing a smile.

"Oh my goodness! Edward, take Bella to the nurse!" Mrs. Appleton sounded genuinely concerned.

I felt Edward stand, and carry me out of the room. The door shut behind him.

"And you said I couldn't act. I scared even you." I poked his nose.

"Well you just fell backwards…" He grumbled, still carrying me.

"I can walk."

He frowned down at me.

"Nonsense, you just fainted."

I smiled, and cuddled closer to him.

The nurse was very concerned as Edward carried me into her office. He laid me down in the back room, on of the beds.

"What happened?" She asked, placing a wet cloth on my forehead.

"She got dizzy and fainted in math." Edward tried to sound worried, but I could see his smile.

"Why don't you rest in here," the nurse turned to Edward, "you can go back to class."

"Mrs. Appleton gave me strict instructions to stay until Bella felt well enough to return to her classes."

"Alright then, you can sit here." The nurse motioned to a chair near the bed.

"Did you get the picture?" I asked, slowly sitting up as the nurse left.

"Of course." He pulled it out, and handed it to me. "You should be more careful."

"I was being careful…"

"Not careful enough."

"What's the big deal," I shrugged, "we can just say it's Esme's."

Edward touched my cheek, using his other hand to point to the picture. His finger lightly touched my face.

"I don't think she'd fall for it. Look at you."

"Look at you."

It was about a half an hour later that the nurse returned.

"How do you feel?" She asked, taking the cloth.

"Better. Can I go back to class?"

"Sure. Stay close to her, and if she feels faint again, bring her back."

"How about fainting again in gym?" Edward asked as we left.

"I'll pass, the coach will probably want to carry me."

Edward snarled under his breath, but I heard it.

EDWARD'S POV

Everyone, especially the boys, wanted to make sure Bella was alright. News of her fainting had spread through the school.

I wish I had been there to carry her.

I wish she had been wearing a skirt.

It took all of my will power not to go on a killing spree. Bella just shooed them away.

"Ms. Cullen." Mr. Wadowsky said.

I saw Bella snap her head up, trying to make it look like she had been listening.

"Yes?"

"The dean wants to see you."

This was followed by the "oooooo's".

I stared at her as she got up, collecting her things.

What's this about?

I don't know.

I craned my neck to watch her leave. Through the small square of glass, she winked at me, but I knew she was worried.

The dean was thinking about other things, so I couldn't pinpoint why Bella was in trouble.

I decided to push their thoughts from my mind, figuring it might be girl chat.

When I saw Bella after she changed for gym, her face was paler than usual.

"Bella?" I took her face into my hands.

"Edward," she breathed, "they think I'm anorexic."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Apparently someone tipped them dean off, after I fainted, and now she wants to contact Carlisle and Esme. What's worse is that Coach Donald is being fired."

"Why?"

"Someone also tipped the dean off that he was touching me and saying this to me that were inappropriate."

I kissed her lips lightly.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright."

"This is horrible. The coach was disgusting, but he didn't deserve to be fired."

"Look, it isn't your fault. Whoever said something must not like the coach or something."

"I guess."

We went to gym, and I thanked God that the sub was a woman.

BELLA'S POV

"We really are sorry for this. The student that came to me said that Bella never ate lunch, and with her fainting, we just put two and two together."

The dean was sitting across from Carlisle and Esme, while I stood near them.

"Don't worry, you were just doing what you thought was right." Carlisle smiled.

"I am very sorry Bella." The dean smiled at me.

"It's alright. But firing the coach…that wasn't necessary."

"Bella," the dean stood and came to me, "after this student came to me, others said that they noticed the coach touching you and saying things to you as well. You yourself admitted it."

"But shouldn't you guys have warned him first?"

"We don't give warnings. That kind of stuff shouldn't be going on in the first place." Her eyes were hard.

I wonder if she had a thing for him.

"It's not that I had a crush or anything," I looked her right in the eye, "it's just that I don't want to be the cause for someone losing their job."

"It's not your fault. He shouldn't have been doing that."

"Bella, why don't you go upstairs?" Esme smiled sweetly at me.

"Alright."

I turned and went up the stairs. Edward was waiting for me, sitting on the bed.

"Why would you have a thing for the coach when you have me?" He grinned.

"You think that's funny? She thinks that you like her."

Edward's grin melted right off his face.

"Why?" He looked horrified.

I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"Kidding."

"You're going to pay."

Edward ran at me, but I stepped to the side, and ran for the bed. He grabbed me around the middle and pressed me on my back on the bed.

His hands moved up from the tops of my legs up to my chest. He buried his face into my stomach, planting kisses one after another.

I ran my fingers through his hair, and then pulled him up so that he was on top of me. The upper half of his body was above me, while the lower half was pressed against me.

I put my hands on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. He then moved my hands so that they were around his neck, and laid completely down on top of me.

His breath was coming fast against my neck, his scent overwhelming me.

He knew it drove me crazy to breathe like that, even though we didn't have to at all.

I was pretty sure we were going to get pretty physical when the door opened.

"Bella, someone is here to see you." Carlisle announced.

"Tell them to go away." Edward mumbled against my cheek.

"I'm afraid he says it's urgent."

Edward shot up.

"He?"

"I believe he said his name was Scott."

My eyes widened.

"Scott?"