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Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Edward or Bella... any of the characters, really... not even the dirt on the silver Volvo... but I like to play with them a little bit...

So, this is the beta-ed version... Thanks a million to MeteorOnAMoonlessNight for helping me with this story!

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Chapter 2: Strange situations… including Gym terrors

BPOV

We walked in silence to our next class. If there was one thing I couldn't do, it was stay quiet when I was thinking about something and needed answers. So I turned to Edward and asked what was on my mind... that I could actually ask out loud, that was.

"Hey, Edward?" He looked at me to show me he was listening. I remained quiet for a little bit and he raised an eyebrow. Suck it up, Bella! "Can I see your schedule?" Really? That's what you dare to ask!?

He looked at me again with a little amusement in his face but showed me the slip of paper similar to mine. Actually, it was the same as mine. "You take AP classes?" I asked, not caring about the amazement in my voice.

"Yes. Why is that so shocking?"

"I don't know. In Arizona, there were usually only like 10 people in AP class. So, I thought… "

"Oh, don't worry, it's the exact same thing here." He smiled at me. I still can't get over his smile.

"Then, you are one of those ten?" He nodded. "I'm one, too. It's just weird we share the same AP classes."

"I'm not stalking you. You have to believe me." I giggled at that. "I just love literature, and I want to be a doctor, so I'm pretty confident in biology. It doesn't hurt that we get college credit with them."

"Exactly. It's what I said to Char… I mean, my dad, when I signed up to them." I checked his schedule again. Art as elective? For real? "You got stuck into the art class too?"

"Uh, no… I actually wanted to take that class." Foot in mouth, Isabella "Why? You got stuck in it?"

"Yeah, there wasn't any other option this late. It's going to be awful for me but, well… "

"Why? The teacher is not so bad, believe me," he tried to convince me.

"It's not the teacher or the subject… it's me. I can't even draw a straight line. How am I supposed to try to be artistic?" He laughed and I scowled. Great! Gorgeous is laughing at my un-artistic butt! "Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing. It's going to be okay. You'll see," he said between peals of laughter. I couldn't help but smile, too, until his laughter turned into a coughing fit so awful I had to stop and watch him doubling over himself.

"Edward? Are you okay?" I was sure I was stupid now because it was clear as crystal he was not okay, at all.

He nodded while trying to control his breathing and the coughs, and then he got a handkerchief from his messenger bag and covered his mouth with it. I looked around, and everyone kept going like it was no big deal that he was having some sort of attack in the middle of the hallway.

"Are you sure you're okay? I can go get some help… "

He shook his head and wiped his mouth with the handkerchief before stuffing it in his pocket quickly. "I'm okay now, let's go to class."

I didn't take my eyes off him when he introduced me to Mrs. Goff, our Advance Lit teacher, and left me there to find his seat. What happened out there?

"Miss Swan?" Mrs. Goff asked me, making me look at her instead.

"Yes?"

"Find your seat, and welcome to Forks High."

"Thank you." Unfortunately, Edward was on one side of the room while I was on the other side. Damn it. Tomorrow, I'm getting here early. Even though literature was one of my favorite subjects, I couldn't focus long enough.

I kept sneaking glances at Edward, but I couldn't actually speak to him. I saw—and heard—that the coughs didn't stop, and he kept at it throughout the class. I was starting to worry, now. Just when I thought I was gonna throw everything to hell and go ask him if he needed to go to the nurse, the bell rang and he got up and left. Just like that. I know he didn't have to show me every class, but why did he run away like that?

I kept thinking that, even if they were twins, Edward and Alice were like water and oil. Complete opposites in everything. Edward was quiet and artistic, Alice was outspoken and carefree. And obviously, Edward was sick and Alice wasn't.

I glanced at my schedule. Ugh. Hell in school for me. Yay? Gym class was next. Before the lunch period. Why did I get the second lunch period? Who knows? I groaned and went to the gym. Thankfully, I didn't get lost, because it was the only room in the entire school that one: was pointed in the right direction with arrows and stuff, and two: it was separated from the main building. I did need help getting to the girls' locker room without embarrassing myself in the process. Alice was just getting inside when she spotted me and waved. I got closer and she smiled.

"Hello there, nerd. How was Lit?"

"It was nice." I didn't hear a single minute of it; I was staring at your brother and worried sick.

"O…kay. Time to hit the gym!" I groaned and she laughed "Really? Stereotypical much? You like to study and hate the gym?"

"I'm clumsy as hell, Alice. I tripped over air at a tennis course last year."

"What happened?" She sounded curious while tying her purple shoes.

"I broke my nose and stayed in the ER for the night." She laughed so hard she threw her head backwards and a couple of girls looked at her oddly. "It's not funny! It was awful and everyone kept laughing afterwards."

"Don't play tennis with ya. Gotcha!" I scowled even more while putting on my gym uniform and changing my shoes. "Come on, Bella. It'll be fun. I'll help you stay on your feet."

I thought about it and shrugged. I did warn Charlie about this. He didn't listen. He didn't let me get a doctor's order to sit out of Gym… but then I remembered. "Please tell me your brother is not in this class?" She looked at me with an awkward smile. "Oh, no! Please tell me the guys have a different part to cover at gym class?"

"Nope. Same schedule and routine for us all." I put my head in my hands and groaned. "Why do you care if my brother is in this class or not?" Because he's drop-dead gorgeous… Dammit!

"I don't care. I was just wondering."

"Sure…"

I knew she didn't believe me for one second but I couldn't tell her what I was thinking. They were my first friends at Forks and I didn't want to screw it all up. We left the locker room and the Coach was standing in the middle of the basketball court with the attendance sheet, naming people. I did notice that his list was in alphabetical order and boys and girls stayed on different sides of the court. He was already calling out names when we arrived.

"Cullen," the coach said. Alice smirked.

"Which one, Coach Clapp?" The coach looked at her like this was something she did very often and narrowed his eyes.

"Alice Cullen."

"Here," she answered with a sweet smile.

"Edward Cullen."

Alice's eyes checked the gym before announcing, "There. He's on the bleachers."

I couldn't see him from the other side of the court but I scowled and asked Alice, "Why is Edward on the bleachers?"

"He can't do Gym. Doctor's orders."

"What?! It's not fair. I wanted to opt out of this class and my dad said it wasn't possible. I can't believe it."

"He didn't opt out. He can't do exercises." Her voice was rough and it shut me up immediately. Something was wrong and I had screwed it up. When I was about to apologize to Alice, Coach Clapp got my attention.

"Swan? I'm pretty sure there wasn't a Swan last year on my student roll."

"Uh, here." I raised my hand and he looked straight at me for a few minutes without saying anything. "What?"

"Aren't you going to introduce yourself?"

"Uh… okay." As if gym wasn't enough torture already. "I'm Bella Swan. I lived in Arizona. I moved here last week to live with my dad," I said lamely. Is it over?

"That's it?" he asked, and I'm pretty sure I ran out of swear words in my head.

"I like Literature and I want to be a translator or a writer. Whichever comes first, I guess." Shoot me now. Don't ask me to say anything else!

"Okay, welcome, Miss Swan. Let's welcome Miss Swan, everyone." A chorus of welcomes could be heard with tones of boredom and amusement. I blushed and hid my face with my hair. "Let's split in groups of 4, everyone."

I tried to keep up with Alice. "Alice, I'm sorry. I don't know what possessed me to say that in that way. I didn't mean to assume anything."

She kept walking, but relaxed a little bit. "I know you didn't. I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you. I'm just very protective, and I don't care if anyone messes up with me as long as they leave my brother alone."

"That's okay. I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have…"

"Don't worry about it. Let's play some basketball."

She smiled at me and I returned it. She got a ball and tried to make me follow her. She was really good at sports, it seemed. Suddenly, someone screamed, "Watch out!" and as I turned my head around a blur of orange smacked me on the head. Yeah, I HATE gym.

"Oh, my god. Bella, are you okay?" Alice was in front of me—or was it above me?—and looked extremely worried. Coach Clapp ran to my side and joined Alice.

"Miss Swan, are you okay? Newton! You go to my office and stay there until I get you!" he screamed while helping me stand up. A blond guy was walking toward the side door, but I couldn't focus on that since my head throbbed so badly. "Can you walk?"

"I think so. Yeah. My head hurts, though."

"I think it's better if you sit out of this class. Cullen! Erg, Alice. Go get her a cold compress for her head."

Alice did just that after helping me to the bleachers just below Edward's seat. She left with a smile and I groaned.

"That was a nasty hit." His voice was holding laughter even when I wasn't looking at him.

"Don't you dare laugh at me. I told my dad to let me sit out of Gym class and he laughed and said it wasn't so bad. When my head looks like an eggplant, do you think he'll believe me?" I turned around and forgot about my face for awhile.

He had a little cannula on his nose and a black backpack by his side. He was a little pale, and sweating like he had run a thousand miles. "No, I don't think he'll let you skip gym class. It's mandatory."

"Let's forget about gym and my face for a little while. Are you okay?"

He groaned now. "I hate when people ask me that." I kept staring at him. "I'm okay. I just had trouble breathing and had to get some oxygen. I'll be okay by lunch." I didn't believe him for a second, but I couldn't do anything. "Keep your compress on your face or it's going to be worse."

"Worse. Oh, boy. I'm gonna look like an eggplant for lunch. Damn it. I hate gym!"

I laughed when I heard his laughter and couldn't help but stare at him. There's something very wrong with this boy… but I don't care. I want to stay close to him no matter what. It helps that he's freaking gorgeous… but there's something else.

I was positive I was going to care a lot about the Cullen twins…

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A/N: Oh, boy. Hello everyone. I can't believe the amount of support I got with the first chapter. I wanna thank everyone that helped me fix some mistakes and promote my story. It means a lot. My main language is Spanish and I'm a translator so, sometimes I need a little help with some things. Let me know what you think.

Hope you're not disappointed and I'm sorry for not updating this weekend. I had to deal with a Migraine and it wasn't pretty. But I'm here now. Next chapter will be up Wed-Thurs.

Thanks for sticking around.

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