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A/N: Sorry it took so long! Okay, ok with the story

Chapter 1: Believe Your Eyes.

It was a normal Friday at school, same old people, same boring classes, same lame teachers, same disgusting food, and same gaping hole inside of my chest.

But something was different today. I just couldn't put my finger on it.

When I got to English, my first class of the day I just couldn't sit straight. I usually never pay attention to English, so I always find something to do, but that day I couldn't, it just felt… different. Then, Spanish came, as mind numbing as always, so I tried to pay as much attention as I could, not exactly succeeding. After that, the last English class of the day made me even more anxious than the one before, because it felt like something was closer by the minute.

When the bell of the first break rang, I rushed out of Social Studies, seriously, I was about to pass out from boredom, and somehow… anxiety. I made my way downstairs, and as soon as I hit the last one, I felt someone's eyes on me, but I couldn't let myself think, hope for them to be the pair I was dying to see.

I slowly turned around, to see a pair of green, emerald pools bored into my brown ones, with an intensity I don't remember having seen there before. So I unwillingly tore my eyes from those ones and run the other way. When I got to Jessica and Angela, I was hyperventilating; they looked at me and said, "Dude, are you okay? You're green!" Why did you have to use that color of all others? "What happened, you look like if someone had punched you in the gut!" Actually, yes, I did feel like that, thank you very much. I didn't answer, though, because now I was ready to actually pass out. The break went by and, before than I had expected, the bell rang and everybody started heading to their own classes. So, I did as everybody else.

I was about to get into Social Studies (again), when I felt a cool, lean hand firm on my elbow. I closed my eyes and shivered.

"Bella" His dripping-honey voice called my name over the noisy crowd that was obviously aware of the tension in the air. My eyes just stung, so I turned my back around and tried to break free from his grasp, but he just squeezed tighter. "Bella, please, listen to me" His emeralds were pleading, and I was ready to give him my life again, the whole wide world, if he just asked again- no. I couldn't. I wouldn't. So I ran faster, and tried not to think about the part of my soul I was trying to ignore, to tear off my body and my soul and ran even faster, not looking where I was going, because my eyes were too blurry at the moment. When I couldn't run anymore, I leaned against a wall and sobbed, just because this was just too much. It was like pouring lemon to the wounds than would never, ever go away. I slumped against the floor, trying to measure my volume only for me to hear, I didn't want him to think that I was making a show, as he always told our friends.

"Bella, please. Can I talk to you for a minute?" I closed my eyes, not trusting my voice, and said nothing. I felt his eyes on me, but I couldn't dare open them and see it for myself. "Okay, Bella, listen. There's no excuse for everything I've done to hurt you, but you cannot imagine how sorry I am." Stop, stop, stop! "And, you know I can't stand to see you cry, I just hate it! I really want- need to talk to you. So please, if you feel like it, meet me at lunch on the bleachers, okay? Please. Think about it." He brushed my cheek with his hand, kissed my cheek, and then I heard his footsteps fading away.

Social Studies, again. Just g-r-e-a-t, I mean, not that I would mind some spare time to think about the pros and cons of going or not going to the bleachers at lunch. Great, perfect. I try to read one of my many books, but not even that way the damn thought would go away. Groan.
Math. Now this is perfect, because I do not understand a single thing, so I have to force myself to pay attention and pray that I might understand a single function on the board. And it's double hour, so even more perfect!

Lunch.

As the bell rings, I still haven't decided what to do.

I'm so going.

Hell no.

"Hey, Bells" I turned around, ready to glare at the person who interrupted my train of thought.

"Jasper!" Ed- Alice's boyfriend was right in front of me, a huge smile on his face. "How are you?" I said, shocked, as I raced for the door, and he walked with me.

"I'm good, how are you?" At my non-response, he just said, "Look, Bella, I know that he talked to you, and asked you if you could talk to him. Please do, Bella. I have never seen anyone cry the way he did last night, and… Well you know, just think about it on your way to the bleachers!" He kissed my forehead, "See you around!" He said, getting inside the first classroom he saw.

I clutched my sides, gasping for air. And hating myself for what I was about to do.