Hey! So this chapter was so much fun to write. I'm excited to present to you chapter 4. And I only got 2 questions reviewers, but only one of them was right! Congratulations twilight-saga-lover95! You answered sock! I need you to review and tell me what you would like your character's name to be! Yaaaaaay! Enjoy the next chapter.

p.s. I've decided to make the party next chapter, because I needed incentive for two certain people to go as well.

Chapter 4: UGH!

BPOV:

The rest of the week, at least until Thursday, was normal. I would go to school, practice lip-reading Jessica's fast babble, and then I went home and did my homework before making dinner for Charlie. The only thing that never seemed to become natural to me was Edward Cullen. He and his family seemed so different. I wondered why Edward never talked. I really wanted to find out why, but I knew that was impossible. He was his own person and I was just some poor insignificant girl that can't hear anything. I would never hear a voice again, which depressed me sometimes.

Thursday came quicker than I would have thought. Morning classes were more boring than watching paint dry. The teachers never called on me and I had to write more notes than in any other classes. At lunch, I talked with Jessica when she brought up her party. I still had to get a dress! Right there and then, I promised myself I would go to Port Angeles and buy myself a dress, no more procrastinating, no matter how much I hated shopping.

As if of their own will, my eyes flickered to the Cullen table. As usual, Edward's eyes caught mine and he looked away quickly. I was used to this, but it didn't stop me from blushing. I looked at Alice next. She was staring off into space almost as if she was in a trance. Then she snapped out of it and looked straight at me with a gleam in her eye. Almost as if she was planning something that had to do with me.

Everybody started getting up to go to next class. I followed Angela to biology. Surprisingly, I was the there before Edward. Usually, he would already be there either staring at me curiously or sitting at the edge of his seat. I sat down and took a look around at my surroundings to see what was new today.

On the teacher's desk there were magnifying glasses and slides. Great. We were doing projects today. I was about to groan when I felt something hit me in the back of my head. I turned around to see a crumpled up paper ball bouncing on the floor. I looked around for the culprit.

Of course I would see Mike. He was waving at me obnoxiously. I nodded at him, letting him know to say what he needed to. He motioned for me to open the paper ball.

I reached over cautiously and opened it. Inside, there as his sloppy handwriting. It looked like an invitation.

Bella, a bunch of us are going to the beach on next Sunday, you want to go? We can give you a ride if you need one.

I thought about it. I didn't really have anything to do next weekend except clean and make dinner for Charlie. And it won't be just me and him. It will be a bunch of people.

I quickly wrote down yes in the note and turned around to throw it back. My arm, unfortunately , twisted in a weird way and when the paper ball left my hand, it hit into Edward Cullen's forehead.

If it had been somebody else, I would have found it funny, but this was Edward Cullen. I didn't know what he was like. My hands flew to my mouth to stop my squeak of surprise. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Mike snicker as he picked up the paper ball. Edward sat down and class started before I could apologize.

I wrote a note and coughed lightly to get his attention. If there was a day where I would get caught for writing more words on notes than in essays, it would be today. Edward looked at me confused and I pushed the note over to him with an apologetic smile. He took the note and read it.

I'm so, so sorry! It was a complete accident. I was trying to throw it at Mike and my arm bent into the wrong position.

I watched as he picked up a pencil and began writing. Then he slid the note back to me, and focused back onto the teacher. I took the note, his hand writing was better than that you find on a printed birthday card.

It's not a problem. It was only paper, and the way your arm bent looked like it hurt. I should be the one saying sorry. Is your arm ok?

It had hurt my arm, but I was so used to it, that I didn't even need to focus on it anymore. As I finished reading the note, I saw a pair of feet making their way over to our table, as quick as I could, I slid the note into my folder before we got in trouble. It was just in time too. The teacher put a microscope and a pack of slides on the table. Then we were handed a worksheet that said we were going to be identifying phases in partners. My partner was Edward.

I looked over to him and saw that he was going over our worksheet. I had to answer his question, and since everyone else in the class was talking, I guess we could too.

"It's fine, I'm used to it." I said before taking the microscope and looking through the glass. "Interphase." I said before pushing the microscope over to him. He looked through it and then wrote it down on the work sheet.

I watched as he put the next slide in and looked, then without consulting me, he wrote it down. I looked at the paper to read prophrase. I took the microscope and looked through it, he was right. The rest of the project went on like that for the rest of the time. We were the first group done.

"Did you let Miss Swan have a chance, Mr. Cullen?" He asked. I looked over at him and once again he looked nervous. Did he not want to talk? Could he? I caught his eyes and caught the drift that that was what he was worried about. I turned to Mr. Banner to answer him for Edward.

"Actually, Edward only did half of it. I did the other half."

"I see." Mr. Banner said. "Well, while you two have free time, I suggest you copy the notes down off the board."

I nodded and took out another sheet of paper and started writing down the notes. Fortunately, I could write fast and I had it all done before the class was over. I assumed that most of the other students wouldn't even be done with their projects by the time the bell rang.

I put the paper in my notebook and just looked around the room, trying to pick up on conversation. Since lip-reading was the moving of someone's words, I could read it from across a room. I focused on Angela's mouth. She was talking to a girl named Jasmine. She was a really nice girl with dark hair and brown eyes. It was no wonder that she was good friends with Angela. I know I definitely liked talking to her better than Jessica.

Angela said something about babysitting her brother's for the night, while Jasmine asked if she could come over with her little sister. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked over to see Edward passing a piece of paper over to me. I picked it up and read it.

Thank you for helping. I'm sick and I have a sore throat so he wouldn't have been able to understand my scratchy voice.

At least he wasn't mute, what a horrible handicap that would be. I know, I'm deaf, but not being able to communicate with your voice sounds a little bit uncomfortable.

"No problem." I said before the other students started standing up. I guess it was time for next class. I stood and then quickly walked out of the classroom, not waiting for Mike.

~EPOV~

I was sitting in the cafeteria, watching Bella. She was interesting, because she never did anything I would have expected. Over the course of the week, she did almost every favor asked of her, she had passed all her tests or quizzes with an A or higher, and she never gossiped, even when she was with Jessica. She would just bring up her party and they talked about that.

My family didn't understand why I was so interested in this human girl. But I always answered the same way with the only truth I knew. I couldn't read her mind, and I wanted to know how she thought. Alice, being the annoying little pixie we all know and loved, kept on suggesting that I go talk with her, which I is a really bad idea. I had tried to read her mind to see why she was so stuck on the idea of having me talk to her, but she blocked out my thoughts by thinking about her infatuation of shopping.

'She's just a human Edward, talk to her. She'll answer everything you ask and then you can go back to ignoring her like every other human we come across.' She thought to me.

I just rolled my eyes. "And if she stalks me?" I asked.

'Then we can leave or we can tell her to back off.'

It did sound like a good idea, but I knew that Rosalie would hate me forever if I made everybody leave now; just so I could get information out of a mysterious girl. We had only been here two years and we wanted to stay just a bit longer, it's not every town that lets us walk around during the middle of the day.

I looked back over at the girl and watched as she talked to Jessica about her party. Bella looked over at our table and I quickly looked away before Jessica went into another mental hissy fit because I was staring at her. I saw Alice freeze up. Quickly, I watched her vision along with her before she could hide it from me.

It was Bella, she was in her big red Chevy driving into Port Angeles. And then the vision flashed to her in a store buying, according to Alice, a hideous olive green dress with sequins. Then she saw her wearing it at Jessica's party and Jessica was laughing at it behind her back.

Alice snapped out of the vision and I suddenly felt protective of Bella. It was just like Jessica to make fun of a 'friend's' dress right behind her back. I looked over at Alice to see her smiling, but before I could find out what she was thinking, she blocked her thoughts from me again.

The bell rang and we all stood. "I'm going to ditch the rest of the day. You guys stay." She said. We all looked at her confused.

"Is something going to happen?" I asked.

Alice just rolled her eyes. "I can't do anything without you guys assuming that something's going to happen. I'm going shopping." She said. "If any of you want to come, then just say the word, but I might be out all night."

Emmett and I shuddered and Jasper looked a little uncomfortable. The only one who didn't mind Alice's fanatic shopping was Rosalie, and even she got tired of it.

"Ok then! I'll see you guys later!" With that, she ran at human pace out of the cafeteria and made a wild dash for the woods.

I sighed and got up to go to class.

I walked into the class and took a moment to get used to Bella's scent so I didn't accidentally lose it. I then made my way over to the table. As I was walking behind her. She turned and tried to throw a paper ball, which I learned later was aimed at Mike. I watched as her arm went off balance and twisted in a sick and painful-looking way. But she didn't cry out or even stop her arm, she just continued with the throw and it hit me in the forehead. I heard the many snickers and thoughts of the people who had seen it, but the only one that stood out was Mike's.

'I so wish I had a video camera.' I saw Bella's hands fly to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle a squeak of surprise and she blushed. I sat down when Mr. Banner stood, not having witnessed the accident.

I listened aimlessly to the other student's thoughts when I heard Bella cough lightly. I looked over at her and she pushed a piece of paper over to me. I took it and read it.

I'm so, so sorry! It was a complete accident. I was trying to throw it at Mike and my arm bent into the wrong position.

Yes, I bet it did. I took my pen and wrote down a quick response.

It's not a problem. It was only paper, and the way your arm bent looked like it hurt. I should be the one saying sorry. Is your arm ok?

As soon as I passed the note to her, Mr. Banner started walking down the aisle passing out today's assignment. I really didn't want Bella to get in trouble for passing notes, but she just kept on reading. Didn't she hear him? Then she caught sight of his shoes and she quickly pushed the note into her folder.

"Ok, Mr. Cullen and Miss Swan. You two will be partners for this project." He said handing the stuff to us and then walking off to the next table. Bella looked over at me.

"It's fine, I'm used to it." She said before taking the microscope and putting in the first slide. What did she mean by she was used to it? Did that sort of thing happen to her a lot. I knew that she was clumsy, but was she prone to pain as well? I didn't get to think about it long, because she pulled away from the microscope and said the answer. Silently, I wished that she was right, because I didn't want to have to tell her she was wrong.

I looked at the slide next and saw that my wish was granted. She was right. I wrote it down and then put in the next slide, then wrote down the answer to that one as well. She looked at my answer then at the slide to make sure I was right. The rest of the project went like that and we finished before anyone else. I saw Mr. Banner get up from his desk and walk over to see if we were done.

"Did you let Miss Swan have a chance, Mr. Cullen?" He asked. I couldn't answer him! I looked around for any way out of this and then Bella's eyes met mine. She seemed t understand something and then turned to Mr. Banner.

"Actually, Edward only did half of it. I did the other half." My name rolled off her tongue and I had this odd feeling. But I was more focused on how she knew that that was what I was worried about? How did she know so much?

"I see." Mr. Banner said. "Well, while you two have free time, I suggest you copy the notes down off the board."

She nodded and she took out a piece of paper and started copying everything down. I just looked at the board and had everything memorized. I wrote another note to Bella and tapped her warm shoulder to get her attention.

Thank you for helping. I'm sick and I have a sore throat so he wouldn't have been able to understand my scratchy voice.

She smiled a breathtaking smile at me. "No problem." Then the bell rang and she looked around before picking up her own stuff and leaving quickly, I assumed so she could avoid Mike. I watched as she walked out. Bella was truly a mystery to me.

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