A/N: Sorry about the mix up last time guys!

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Chapter 2 – Shocking Confessions

BPOV

The rest of the week continued as the first day had, but with little changes. I pulled in, far away from the building I needed, but with plenty of time. People avoided me in the halls, and whispered during lessons. It didn't bother me much; at least I had Alice to rely on if they tried to take my clothes during gym. I kept on with my dance, and she kept coming, with my stuff, towards the end of the lesson. Another thing that was different was that Edward, her brother, didn't come in. I didn't know why I cared, so I kept it to myself. At least my headaches had stopped coming, so I made the most of my free time. Alice sometimes stayed to talk to me when I was dancing, and I strangely enjoyed her company.

On the Friday though, she asked a question that no one had ever asked before. "Bella… I was wondering if you could teach me how to dance? Your so graceful at it, and I'm really good learner. We could bring our stuff in with us, so they would have no chance to steal it! Please?!" she practically begged me, after a moment of thought, I nodded. "THANK YOU! Oh my God, I love you!" she quelled, and I covered my hyper sensitive ears in pain. She giggled, and hugged me, well, tried to hug me, but I shrank back in surprise. She drew back, hurt clear on her face, and I sighed. "Alice, I'm not used to anyone… being nice to me, ok? I'm sorry," and with that I fled the room, a couple of tears leaking out. I had already finished getting changed, so I practically ran to my truck, using my power to gun out of the parking lot.

The weekend passed slowly, and I was glad. No one stared at me like I was freak, or with their faces full of pity. I was in my own world, choosing to fly about the forest in my scops owl form. I enjoyed the feeling of the wind under my wings, racing through the trees as if I were being pursued in a hunt. The weekend ended, and the Monday brought more gossiping about my back, which I could full well hear, and because they didn't know it, they continued. I felt like screaming at them, it was so frustrating. I struggled through my lessons and nearly thumped Mike as he was 'guiding' me to my lesson. He actually asked how I got the scars on my back. I just stalked off, and refused to listen to his weak apology. The want of knowledge was clear in his eyes, and I just brushed him off.

My only solace was Angela, who didn't ask anything, just talked of other things. When it was time for lunch, I looked to the Cullen table, as I had done all week. I felt myself pale as I realised there were 5 people at the table, and I turned my head back to where I was going. I felt strangely unwell, and ended up buying just a drink. I sat down lightly at the table, and began to open the bottle, but not before a migraine began to roll on, fast. Luckily I had not unscrewed the cap fully, and nothing came out as I knocked the bottle over in my haste to grab my head, trying to relieve my pain. I stayed like that as the pain got worse, then suddenly relented. I was getting seriously annoyed with this, and I huffed as I straightened up, slightly rubbing my head. I picked my bottle back up, and took a hesitant sip, then screwed the top back on firmly. I dint want to waste money by spilling my drink, and I really didn't want to make a scene, especially if it went over people's clothes and things.

The bell suddenly rang, and I looked up in surprise. I quickly downed my drink, and walked briskly to biology. I arrived before anyone else, and sat down, getting everything that I needed out of my bag. I began doodling on my book, drawing a pair of eyes that stared out, hauntingly beautiful. The chair scraped loudly next to me, and I paused slightly, before continuing with my drawing. I began drawing the face, realising with a sad smile it was Erin, a girl who had been in Sector J, and had been unable to cope with the guilt. She had been found, hanging in her room, like so many others. I finished her portrait, and wrote underneath 'Erin Noi Kes Sci', which means Erin Was Her Name, in the language of the assassin company. I signed it, and went onto the next page. The teacher had still to come in, so I began drawing a bird in flight. Oh, just to let you know, I rock at art. I spent hours on developing my art skills, and I'm glad I did, because it means I can draw pretty much everything. Just as I was about to start filling in the outline of the bird, Edward spoke. "Hello," a musical voice said, and I froze, before moving my head slowly to face him. I stared at him in surprise, and he continued. "My name is Edward Cullen, and I didn't have the chance to introduce myself last week. You must be Bella swan." I blinked a couple of times, and then opened my mouth to say something, but Mr Banner called the class to attention. He explained about how we would be doing an experiment today, and I smiled smugly when I realized I had already done this. He passed out the slides and the microscopes, and then commanded 'Get Started', so we did.

"Ladies first?" Edward smiled, so I cautiously moved the microscope to face me, and looked at the slide so quickly he raised an eyebrow as I pronounced it to be prophase. "Mind if I check?" he asked, and I nodded, trying to look indifferent. His smile faltered slightly as he saw I right, and wrote it down. He put in the next slide, and looked at it for the same amount of time, and concluded anaphase. "May I?" I asked, and he pushed the microscope towards me, smiling a little smugly. I cringed away from touching, still unused to physical contact from anyone. He muttered sorry, but I ignored him. With a shrug I agreed that it was in fact anaphase, and that was how the test continued, back and forth, checking each others conclusions.

When we finished, I was about to start my drawing again, but Edward started to talk to me. "So, I hear your going to help Alice learn to dance… I pity you, she's quite a handful. She never keeps still, and she hardly ever stops talking." He chuckled at the last point, and I looked down at my bag, chewing my lip. I had brought my blue shoes today, as it was a special occasion. I had had them specially made, with a box made of pure platinum, just for the extra strength. "Bella? What's wrong?" Edwards's voice broke me from my reverie, and I bent down to get my bag. "Bella?" he asked, but I brought out my shoes, just looking at them, thoughtful. I looked at Edward, and he was staring at my shoes, his eyes full of an emotion I didn't recognize. I brought out the ballet shoes I had brought in for Alice, knowing she probably would have pointe shoes. "Did she bring pointe shoes? Like my blue ones?" he nodded and I sighed. I knew I'd have to bring these. "Has she ever done ballet before?" he shook his head, so I continued. "It can take years before you go en pointe, some never get that far. You need to be able to do it without crunching your ankle, because if you do it wrong, you're pretty much screwed," I told him, not knowing why I did. "How long did it take for you to get en pointe?" he asked, as if he were really interested. "3 years, so when I was 8 I guess," I replied, and his eyes lit up, as if he were pleased. "So you did ballet whilst you were gone? What else did you do?" I stared at him, shocked at his casual question. He seemed to realise what he had said, and covered his mouth quickly, as if he regretted it.

The bell rang, and I looked away, stuffing my shoes carefully away. "Bella- I'm sorry, I didn't think-," I cut him off, coldly staring at him right in the face. "You have no idea what I've done, and don't want to know. You've lived a life where you had no idea people like me even existed. So, go on with your perfect little life, and don't even bother to pretend to be interested in me. Now, I have to go. Your sister wants to learn how to dance, and I have to get through people laughing at me and my back," I snapped, before rushing off, leaving him looking horrified.

When I arrived at the gym, I rushed through getting changed, not even listening to the laughs I got now whenever I removed my top. I ran to the gym, and tied on my blue pointes. I left the beginner shoes, as I called them, to the side, and began to stretch. I heard her come in, but I ignored her, stretching so far it would tear any normal human's muscles. I heard her gasp, and smiled smugly, then repeated the exercise on the other leg. I turned, while asking "how flexible are you?" she blinked then shrugged, so I rolled my eyes. "Come over here. Try and do what I did, but don't push yourself too much. Don't wanna break those legs, yet," I joked, but she was unsure as she made her way to the wall. Her leg didn't even go as high as her waist and she was struggling. I watched, and adjusted her posture, as it was too far forward. "You need to be flexible to do this. I have some shoes that should fit you, unless you brought some yourself?" Although I already knew she had brought the wrong kind, I wanted to point out they were wrong, and why. You can never, ever go en pointe unless you know what you're doing. I've seen, and heard, someone breaking their ankle because they tried too soon. She showed me some pointe shoes, beaming, but it faltered as I rolled my eyes and grabbed up the shoes I had brought for her. She opened her mouth to protest, but I silenced her. "To go en pointe takes years of practise. Now, put these on." She sadly put down the shoes, and began putting on the ones I gave her. Through the lesson I showed her how to do the stretches, and I saw her begin to get better at stretching.

5 minutes before the bell rang; Alice sprinted out, to get our clothes, and rejected my offer of helping. I sat down slowly, thinking about how I had been to Alice. I decided to apologize as soon as she got back, because I had been a little mean and cold when she had done something wrong. Clothes being dropped on my lap startled me, and I jumped in surprise. I hadn't noticed Alice coming back in, and opened my mouth to apologize, but she silenced me shaking her head, smiling. "You don't need to apologize. I wasn't paying enough attention at those times," she admitted, and I smiled. We changed, me with my back to her, and left, just as the bell rang. We walked along the corridors whilst talking about going en pointe, as she was curious how long it would take her. Well, I say curious – she was practically dying with excitement until she could. When we got to the parking loot, we said goodbye, as my truck was far away, as usual.

I slowly walked to my truck, thinking the day over. I regretted what I had said to Edward, but it was probably too late now. I stood at the door, keys in hand thinking, when I heard Alice call my name. "Bella! I have your bag! I think we switched by accident," she called, as she breezed across the lot. I turned slowly, slightly surprised. Edward leaned upon his Volvo, an almost wistful look on his face. "What are you thinking about? You looked so sad," she asked, and I smiled slightly. "I kinda regret what I said to your brother… he asked a question about my past that I reacted about the wrong way," I explained, but Alice shook her head and giggled. "He probably regrets asking that question you know. Anyway, I have to get back. I need to go show flexible I am now to jasper… it'll make things a lot more fun," she winked and my mouth opened in shock. She suddenly looked confused at the surprise and pain that was probably fixed on my face. I sighed, and then explained. "I'm sorry. I'm just not used to people talking so casually about that sort of thing, unless it's to say 'hey so-and-so got raped, should have been more careful', you know? It was always the jerks who said that," I added softly, and she asked one of the questions that I knew would explain my situation more. "Did you ever say that?" I smiled sadly. "It was always said about me, Alice. How else did I get the scars on my back? I didn't exactly ask for them."

I turned, and got into my truck, ignoring her horrified expression. She gulped, and started to walk away. I pulled out of my parking spot, and patiently queued to get out. Once I was out, I was content to slowly make my way down the freeway, wondering if I should have told Alice what I did. By the time I got to bed, I was still wondering if it was the best thing. I fell asleep with the question burned into my brain, but remembered no more.