Author's Note: I'm so sorry for not updating! Chapter 2 was supposed to be out at least 4 weeks ago! I had lent my book to a friend to create another Twilight fan, so I couldn't do anything for that whole week! Then, since I was dreading making up two chapters in a week, chapter 3 never got done along with chapter 2, 4, and 5… Tonight was supposed to be the posting of a chapter 6, but I have begun to embrace the fact that- It isn't going to happen! Another reason I dreaded writing the next chapter was that it was going to be totally my imagination, and I was terrified of making some hideous mistake and offending poor Stephenie… So! You all know that Edward went to Alaska to try to control his urge to kill Bella and to get a control on himself, right? The next chapter is the day he comes back to school and the day of the fated biology lab. I'm going to start at school to get us into the story a little easier….

Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, do you think I'd be sitting here typing a fanfiction? I think not…

Do-Over - Based on the song "Unwritten"

I can't believe that I turned that radio station on in the Volvo this morning. Even Alice looked at me funny when I flipped the dial on instead of playing one of my thousands of classical disks.

My family had pretty much welcomed me back into the house with open arms, which is way more than I deserved considering all of the horrible things that I had thought about that girl.

I'm actually glad that I turned the radio station on. Right now my family thinks that aliens had come down and sucked the real Edward's brain left some crazy person behind. Am I crazy or just living in some sick form of sanity?

Today was the day that I would make it up to her, Bella- I corrected myself. I had ignored her and even seemed hostile towards her, and I knew, from listening to the fruity Jessica's mind, that she thought I hated her.

"Staring at the blank page before you…"

Wasn't that what I was doing? Looking forward to a day in this tiny town to make up for something that no one else was even aware of? Yep, that's exactly what I was doing… I hate optimism…

I was interrupted by the scalding words of an annoyed Rosalie, "Are you going to let us out of this car or just make us sit here forever?"

"Sorry…" I mumbled as I shifted the car into park and the locks clicked open.

Today was going to be hell- Quite literally…

I managed to get through calculus, English, and government before I even thought any further of the coming biology class. Gym was where it really sunk in.

During gym, I subconsciously read the minds of that Tyler kid and his thoughts were angered. Even he had heard, probably from Mike- that traitor, that Bella had been uncomfortable in biology. It was probably for the best. I certainly wasn't hoping that she decided to enjoy my company!

Finally, the bell rang for lunch and I was free to leave the presence of all the bothersome humans in the school. Of course my family always sat together.

We don't need to eat human food and if we were interspersed between the students, questions might arise that didn't need to be answered.

Then I remembered it- Emmett and Jasper had been planning a snow war for the whole morning. Snow was surprisingly fun to throw and get hit with, so I decided to join in and ended up having fun for the first time in a while, considering that Alaskans don't throw their snow, with my brothers. Rosalie had decidedly stepped to the side to avoid getting drenched and Alice was no where to be seen. She usually saved our table in the lunch room away from the others.

After a while, my brothers and I emerged into the room sopping wet and laughing while Emmett recapped the most intense, in his opinion, part of the battle. Sitting down, he shook his hair, surprisingly like a dog, and spoke an instant replay to Alice of their snow time.

I was no longer listening to them. A few minutes earlier, Bella had entered the lunch room with her friend Jessica, and had only taken one quick glance over to our table before paling and looking sick. I knew this after our eyes met, almost be accident. Was this my fault? These days, it almost always was…

I tried to focus on the task in front of me, which was eating with my family, but I could hear certain thoughts from across the room. I tried to listen to a few of them, even though I had come to terms with the fact that I couldn't read her mind…

"Can't read my mind, I'm undefined…"

I knew that song would be in my head the whole day… That's what comes from a love of music, even the songs you despise run rampant. I guess that's my fault for listing to the radio.

For the rest of lunch I made sure to only focus on what was happening with my own table. It was definitely less exciting than the rest of the room's conversations, but I could always tune into what they were saying in their heads.

Suddenly the bell rang and jerked me out of the daze that I had sunk into. Last time I looked we still had at least a half-hour, where had the time gone? It's not like I can sleep…

I, of course, ending up being the last person out of the cafeteria, which is odd since I'm usually first with my family, but they had left me ages ago.

I almost wish that I had stayed in Alaska… At least there I could manage to pay attention, or not. I didn't seem to have it so easy even when I went back recently. I still thought about my actions and thoughts toward her.

I had hoped to get to my seat before Bella, but even she had made it to class and was now passively doodling on a notebook. I slid the chair out quietly and sat down next to her, noticing that there was an experiment today- One that I had done almost four times already. I was dreading speaking to her today; what if she didn't forgive me?

"No one else can speak the words on your lips…"

What a time to remember that one… It's almost too accurate, only I could say what I need to make peace, or at least redeem myself in the eyes of the subjective student body.

I will at least introduce myself, and what comes after that I'll figure out as I go. Even with all of the strength I mustered, I still only managed a half-decent, quiet, "Hello."

She looked up fast to stare at me, and I no doubt was a sight. My hair still hadn't dried from that snow war and I was still sitting as far away from her as possible to make sure that she didn't get hurt.

She obviously wasn't going to speak, so I tried to keep it going with, hopefully, a more convincing tone, "My name is Edward Cullen. I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella Swan."

Great, lie to her! I had plenty of chances to talk to her the other week and they were wasted… Maybe she won't notice, or say anything… Maybe she forgot? The look on her face said that she hadn't.

"H-how do you know my name?" She stammered. At this I couldn't help but laugh; it was such a simple answer that didn't involve anything revealing at all.

"Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The wholes town's been waiting for you to arrive." Well almost the whole town. My family, I'm sure, didn't care a bit if she had come of not.

She had misinterpreted my laugh as thinking she was stupid, not the reason of relief that I had felt, "No. I meant, why did you call me Bella?"

Oops… Major issue there, what was I supposed to answer? I'm sure if I told her I had heard it in her friend's mind that she would think I was crazy. I know the confusion showed on my face, "Do you prefer Isabella?"

"No, I like Bella. But I think Charlie- I mean my dad- must call me Isabella behind my back- that's what everyone here seems to know me as.

"Oh." I let the subject drop and the awkward silence of two people who had two completely different lives and nothing to talk about descended on us. She was obviously feeling it worse than me, since she looked away after a bit and continued to doodle.

I could sense her relief when Mr. Banner, the teacher, started to explain the lab that we would be doing today. As I noticed before, it was the same one that I had done at least four times where you had to separate the slides in to groups of mitosis phases.

Hoping that she would get something out of this even if I didn't, I offered her the chance to go for it, "Ladies first, partner?" I tried to smile at her, hoping that she forgot the week before soon, but all that did was make her stare at me like an idiot. Maybe she wasn't that bright…

"Or I could start, if you wish." I stopped myself from smiling, was I accidentally dazzling her? Again I wondered if she really was saner than me. She had to be a nutcase to beat that one, I heard voices in my head for god's sake.

She blushed as if she knew what I had been thinking about, "No, I'll go ahead." After which she proceeded to place the slide under the microscope and adjust the slide to the proper magnification before stating quickly, "Prophase."

And this from the one who couldn't manage to answer a simple question? "Do you mind if I look?" I may not care about her grade, but Carlisle would kill me if I got a low grade in biology. I've even been to med school twice!

Reaching to grab the slide before she removed it, I caught my mistake too late to stop what was going to happen.

"No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in…"

I don't know what I'm feeling at this point. I know she had felt the icy temperature that my fingers and my skin took on, but I know that she had felt something else like me… It was like an electrical current had passed between us, except for that fact that neither of us had touched a power source.

I had pulled my hand back immediately, but she still continued to stare at me as if wondering the same thing about the current. I continued to reach for the slide and took a glance at it before I agreed with her.

This battle of knowledge for this experiment, that I've begun to suspect that she's done, continued back and forth until we reached the last slide and put the materials away.

I tried to read her mind again, but it proved to be as useless as before and it left me as frustrated as before. She tried to avert her gaze and not look at me, but she hadn't yet succeeded for more than a second.

Then I could see a light bulb ignite in her eyes, "Did you get contacts?"

Where did that come from? How could she have noticed anything like that? I'm once again puzzled, "No."

She mumbled out an, "Oh," and then stated, "I thought there was something different about your eyes."

I shrugged her off trying to get her to drop the subject. I could almost see the memory in her eyes of the flat black color that I knew my eyes had taken on last week in class. I don't know how she wouldn't have noticed; it seemed that she stared enough…

"Live your life with eyes wide open…"

How ironic to remember that one now too… Kill the optimism of the statement, but other than that, I feel like my eyes have been opened to the fact that I would have to be careful around this Bella girl.

"So, Edward, didn't you think Isabella should get a chance with the microscope?" Mr. Banner asked. Of course she had time with it! She had even figured out more than I had…

I contained myself to answer, "Bella. Actually, she identified three of the five." I had auto-corrected her name as if I've done that my whole life, am I becoming clinically insane?

"Sometimes my tries are outside the lines…"

Obviously my mind has wandered there as well. I completely zoned out on the conversation between Bella and the teacher after that. I only snapped out of it when she began to doodle on that notebook again.

I should make small-talk with her. If I'm her friend, I'll start thinking about her as a person and make myself stop thinking of her as lunch… "It's too bad about the snow, isn't it?" It was a logical enough question considering what I had heard from Jessica's mind at lunch.

She stiffened before answering and it made me loath the fact that I couldn't read her mind once again, "Not really." She looked somewhat suspicious of my line of questioning.

Amused a little now, I stated to get it out there, "You don't like the cold."

"Or the wet," she added.

"Forks must be a difficult place for you to live," I mused as I tried to figure her out. I was not used to doing this manually, having to figure out about someone by talking to them.

"You have no idea," she muttered darkly, remembering some dark day from the past.

She lived here by choice, and yet she hated it here? What was that about? "Why did you come here, then?"

I think no one had asked her that question yet, "It's… complicated."

"I think I can keep up," I pressed trying to keep this conversation from dying out. If she could keep up with it, I certainly could!

She met my eyes the next second and blurted out the answer, "My mother got remarried."

It was so simple I almost laughed, "That doesn't sound so complex," There had to be more to the story than that, and this girl was starting to be more interesting by the second. I softened my tone, "When did that happen?"

"Last September," she stated sadly.

By the tone of her voice she must not like this guy, "And you don't like him." I kept my tone friendly so she wouldn't back off.

"No, Phil is fine. Too young, maybe, but nice enough."

"Why didn't you stay with them?" Things aren't adding up… I stared at her without noticing as I tried to desperately read her thoughts.

"Phil travels a lot. He plays ball for a living."

"Have I heard of him?" She smiled, so I naturally smiled back. Even vampires know what baseball is.

"Probably not. He doesn't play well. Strictly minor league. He moves around a lot."

I made an assumption of what was coming next, "And your mother sent you here so that she could travel with him."

She raised her head a little before denying my statement, "No, she did not send me here. I sent myself."

What? "I don't understand." I know that I'm not handling myself well, and I'm showing my frustration. Why would she send herself here?

She sighed before continuing, "She stayed with me at first, but she missed him. It made her unhappy…so I decided it was time to spend some quality time with Charlie."

"But now you're unhappy," I pointed out.

She challenged that, "And?"

It was an easy challenge to shrug off, "That doesn't seem fair."

She laughed dryly, "Hasn't anyone told you? Life isn't fair."

"I believe I have heard that somewhere before," I agreed equaling her tone. Such cynicism from a teenager!

She looked a bit nervous at my gaze, "So that's all."

"You put on a good show," I started slowly, gauging her reaction, "But I'd be willing to bet that you're suffering more than you let anyone see."

She looked away. "Am I wrong?" I asked as she ignored me, "I didn't think so."

"Why does it matter to you?" She asked, irritated.

Why did it matter? "That's a very good question," I muttered, almost to myself. She looked like she was waiting for an answer, but I had nothing left to give.

"Let the sun illuminate the words that you cannot find…"

Too dab there was little chance of that happening. I step into the sun and the right words would be lost forever… Finally, she gave up and scowled at the board in the front.

"Am I annoying you?" I asked amused. Could I have possibly gotten under her skin that quickly?

She looked at me and answered, "Not exactly. I'm more annoyed at myself. My face is so easy to read – my mother always calls me her open book."

"On the contrary, I find you very difficult to read." If she only knew how incredibly difficult it was…

"You must be a good reader then," she replied looking up towards me again.

"Usually." I smiled at her, and that seemed to get her to look another direction. She was almost relieved to pay attention to the annoying teacher.

The rest of the class passed swiftly and quietly. I didn't speak another word with the amazingly perceptive girl next to me, nor did she make any attempts to speak to me.

"Drench yourself in words unspoken…"

There was so much more that I would've asked her, but the day to ask questions would not be today. If she paid any attention to her fellow peers, the day would, hopefully, never come. I was potentially dangerous to her health.

The conversation that I had just taken part in was enough to convince me to skip my last class. I knew Spanish more than the teacher, so I'd just pick up the homework from one of my siblings later and fill in the answers.

As I sat in my Volvo, it started to mist. Not enough to turn the wipers on, but enough to make me contemplate that decision. When the bell rang it was still misting and the other students were fighting their way to their vehicles. I stepped out of the car to enjoy the mist like the rest of the kids.

I couldn't help but notice Bella as she walked out of the school. Knowing that she hated the rain, I knew she wasn't too happy. I watched her get to her car and get inside and turn the heater up. She fluffed her hair to dry it out, and I caught a wave of her scent once again.

When she looked around to make sure that she wouldn't hit anyone by backing out, she noticed me staring at her. Immediately, she looked away and threw the ancient truck into reverse faster than she should have, almost hitting a rusty Corolla.

Laughing quietly, I stepped into the car to drive my family, who were already in the car drying off and talking rapidly to each other. I don't know what's to come, but I can feel a great sense of foreboding in the future. I have to tell Alice about it later…

"Today is where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten."