The last I checked I am not S. Meyer.

Chapter Three-English Class

~Arianna Wicks~

Sleep that night did not come easily to me. The rain that pelted the roof and the window kept me up well past midnight. I pulled my covers over my head, then my pillow, but was still unable to sleep. Finally, around two in the morning, sleep finally took me. But even then it was not peaceful.

It was dark. Dry but dark. I walked slowly, one step at a time, forward. I had no idea where I was.

"Arianna!"

I stopped in tracks. His voice was distant, but I still knew it. I still remembered it. I was determined to never forget his voice.

"Dad?!" My voice was low, soft. Could it really be him?

"Arianna!"

Her voice was distant too, full of fear. Another voice I would not let time erase from me.

"Mom?!" Tears fought to break free, to spill down my face. It had been years since I last hear their voices. Hearing them now brought back all the memories, all the pain.

"Arianna!" They both yelled for me together, their voices mixing into one.

Suddenly the darkness around me was shattered by a blinding white light. I closed my eyes, my hands covering them over.

"Such a beautiful child." I gasped suddenly at his voice, his words. My eyes opened quickly, looking into a pair of gold eyes before I was pulled from my dream.

I sat up quickly in the bed, my dream ending and leaving me. But I still remembered it. Every detail of it.

"Caleb." I whispered softly, more to myself. Once I heard his name leave my lips, I knew the truth. I knew how he knew my name and why he seemed so familiar to me. He saved me once before. But could it really be the same Caleb I met today?

I laid back down in the bed, closing my eyes, fighting to remember when I was young, when I was about six. My mother and father came here to Yakima, bringing me with them. They came to visit some friends for some special event. I was to young then to know what a 'wedding' was. We all camped out on hillside under the stars. They were all talking amongst themselves as I played with the other kids.

But I had wondered too far from them, and too close the edge of the cliff. I slipped and fell, screaming only once when the wind whipped up under me suddenly. I heard my parents calling to, then lost their voices as others washed over them. I closed my eyes, tightly.

And suddenly, I stopped falling. Someone had caught me. I heard whispers and felt cool hands and fingers run over my body. I was afraid to open my eyes. I laid silent and still as two of the voices faded away, leaving me with the one that held me, that caught me and saved me. But still, I did not look.

"Such a beautiful child."

I slowly opened my eyes at those words and gazed upon an angel. His face was pale, but kind. His brown hair fell perfectly around his face. And his eyes, dark as coals, were very gentle as they gazed back at me. I couldn't turn away from him. I didn't want to. Even though he was a stranger to me, I felt safe in his arms. He begun to walk slowly, always looking down at me and smiling.

Then I shivered from both the cold from his body and the air around me. I tried to pull myself closer to him, get warm, but he stopped me. He stood me on the ground, removed his jean jacket and wrapped it around me.

"Sorry about that." He said softly when he picked me up again. He smiled down at me as I wiggled in his arms, getting closer to him. I laid my head in his chest and wrapped my little fingers around of his shirt. Not once did I look away.

I don't know how long he walked with me in his arms, but we were back at the campsite soon enough. I didn't have to look to know that. I heard my parents call my name. that was the first time I looked away from him after opening my eyes. I reached out to my parents, happiness filling me, making me giggling as they took me from his arms, whispering their thanks to him as their tears dripped down on me. They showered me with kisses as my savior turned and disappeared.

Two solid knocks filled the silent air in my room, pulling me from my memory. I pushed myself up to sit as the door slowly opened. "Anya?"

Anthony stood in the hallway. As soon as his eyes fell on me, sitting in the bed looking at him, he smiled softly at me. "Oh. Sorry for waking you." He opened the door all the way, but didn't enter the room.

I shook my head. "You didn't wake me. I was already awake." I looked around the room, forgetting then that I had forgotten the plug in my clock last night. It sat atop my dresser, blank. "What time is it?"

"Just after seven in the morning. I am headed to work. I just wanted to let you know."

I had a feeling there was something else he wanted to say, but I didn't try to force it out of him. "Ok. Well be careful with your hand at work."

He chuckled softly, reaching for the door handle. "I will. Get some sleep. You look like you haven't gotten any yet."

He was good. "I did. But not enough." I slowly yawned, my hand covering my mouth.

"Get some sleep, kiddo. I'll stop on the way and get dinner." With that he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. I listened to his footsteps head down the hall and down the steps. I heard him close and lock the door. I got up and plugged my clock in. I would be needing it. I was still tired but I knew I had class in a few hours. I set the time to what my phone told me. 7:13am. My first and only class for today was at 12pm. I could sleep till 10.

I set the alarm and climbed back into bed. It didn't take long. Laying there in the silence, sleep overtook me once again. This time it was peaceful.

I woke up again, a few hours later. My phone vibrated across my bed, sliding into my leg, where it woke me up. I rolled over and grabbed it, flipping it open. A new message was waiting for me. I opened the file and read it with blurry eyes.

How r u? Hope u r well. Miss u. Call me.

I smiled as I closed the phone. It was from Courtney. She told me when I got on the plane to call her when I got here. I forgot. She is probably really worried. I opened the phone again and quickly replied to her message.

Sorry. I 4got to call u. I'm fine. I made it here. Call u 2nite. Love u & miss u.

I pressed send and closed the phone again. Looking down at the phone in my hand, I saw that it was ten thirty. I put the phone back dropped my phone atop my bed, got up, grabbed my bathroom stuff and headed into the bathroom to shower. I didn't bother to bring a change of clothes with me. Anthony was not here, I was alone. I could walk from the bathroom to my room wrapped in a towel.

I showered quickly, not losing myself to the hot water this time. I got out, wrapped the towel around me and went back into my room. I grabbed my suitcase and begun to dig through it. I laid all of my cloths on my bed. I picked up my long jean skirt and a light red shirt. I grabbed some under clothes and changed. Instead of my sneakers, I slid on the only other pair of footwear I had. A pair of two inch black high heels. It would be a miracle if I could get though the day without tripping. With my history, that was asking for a lot. But I had faith in myself. If only a little. I pulled a very special, very important jean jacket from the suitcase.

I grabbed my keys, my phone and my book bag and headed out to the car to class.

It was just after eleven fifty when I got to the campus. But the good thing was that I found it! And I didn't get lost! I was so proud of myself as I climbed out of the car, grabbed my book bag and headed to this building marked with an 'E'. According to my papers, that was where my English class was.

I stood outside the door. I took a deep breath then stepped inside. The class was mostly empty. I walked to the back quickly, not looking up, as I took my set at the long black table. These were the kinds of tables you would find in a science class. Was this the right class?

I pulled out my notebook, dropping my bag on the floor next to me, and begun to doddle on an empty page. I didn't look up as the chair beside me slide across the floor so someone could sit in it. I just kept looking down at my notebook as the rest of the class filed in. I didn't look up until the bell rang and the teacher walked in.

She seemed nice. She was short and thin, with pale skin and long, wavy blond hair. "Ok. I am Professor Young. This is Comp and Lit. If you are in the wrong class, get out!" I giggled softly. No one moved. "Very well. Now, I want you to look at the person next you."

I took a deep breath and looked over. I felt my heart stop and my blood run cold. I was looking into those same dark gold from yesterday. Caleb!

I looked away quickly, and back up at the professor. "The person next to you has now become your partner." I groaned softly, putting my face in my hands. "There will be many projects for the two of you to work on together. But I will make the first one easy. You will be given two weeks to find out as much as you can about each other. You will be expected to hand in a biography at the end of the two weeks' time. And it will no less than five pages."

Oh man! This sucked! I was stuck with this guy, doing a project for the next two weeks. And we had to spend time together in order to find stuff out. I laid my head on my desk, as a piece of paper slid under my arm. I looked down at it. It was the outline for the project.

I read it over slowly, wanting any reason not to look over at Caleb. But I knew I would have to sooner or later. But then, another piece of paper hit my arm. I looked over to find a note from Caleb.

'Are you mad at me for some reason?'

I pulled the note closer to reply.

'Why? Should I be?' I slid it back to him.

He took it back and replied quickly. 'I don't know. You seem like you are. You seem to be trying very hard to not look at me. I feel like I did something to offend you. Is everything ok? Are you not happy with the assignment?'

I looked up the professor. She was telling the class what the outline said. I looked back down at the paper and replied.'No. Not really.' I just looked up at him. He had his eyebrow raised in confusion. I sighed and wrote more. 'I am just not too happy with this project.'

'But I did nothing wrong to upset you, did I?'

'No. Just forget it. It's stupid. So, when do you want to start the project?'

'When are you free? I have nothing else after this class today.'

'Neither do I. This is my only class for the day.'

'Then we can meet up after class today. Would you like to do this at your place or mine?'

I hesitated for a few seconds. I wasn't too comfortable going over his house just yet. I mean, I didn't even know the guy.

'My house will be fine. Be there one hour after we get out.' I slid him back the note and her just nodded. I turned back to the outline in front of me. I looked up to see where she was and looked back down at the paper. His note was back in front of me.

'Can I get your number. That way I can call you when I am outside your place. To make sure you are ready for me to come in.'

I sighed. He was right. I wanted to take a shower and eat something before he showed up. That's why I told him to be there in an hour. But I may take longer than an hour, and he would be left standing out on the front porch, waiting. I quickly jotted down my number and slid it back to him as the bell, ending class, rang. I gathered up my things, pushed everything into my bag and rose up from the desk. When I looked back to say good bye to Caleb, he was already gone. I shrugged and walked out the class to my car.

I tossed my back into the back seat, climbed into the front and pulled out of the parking lot. I pulled up in front of the house a few moments later. Anthony was still not home. I reached behind my seat, grabbed my bag and got out of my car. I walked quickly inside, up to my room. I dropped my bag on my bed, grabbed my towel and went into the bathroom to shower.

I let the warm water run over my body before washing myself. I got out quickly and used the dryer to dry my hair. I had just put the dryer back into the cabinet when the doorbell rang downstairs.

Damn! I ran quickly to my room, looking at my clock. It was 4:42pm. I took too long in the shower. I grabbed my phone from atop my bed. I had two missed calls. I heard the doorbell again. I rushed quickly downstairs. "Who is it?"

"Anya? Its Caleb. We have a project to do, remember?"

Damn, it was him! I stood behind the door, wrapped in a towel. I took a deep breath and slowly opened it to allow Caleb inside.

A/N: So there you are. Please let me know what you think.