BPOV

I wake up next morning, with the annoying sound of the alarm clock. Monday, again.
Was last night a dream?
I know our trip to the beach was real, I can feel the salt on my skin and hair, but my memories after the campfire are a blur.
We drank a bit too much, after all. I don't remember getting home.
Was Alice a dream? Was Edward something my mind created?

After getting ready, I drag my feet towards the kitchen to join Charlie.

"Morning, sweetheart", he chirps, unusually happy. "Waffles and fruit, today!"
We enjoy our conversation between bites, police mysteries, high school dramas. I clean up and we both drive off.

As usual, I get earlier to school. The parking lot is empty, so I turn on the radio to distract me from my thoughts... but
I set myself up for an impossible task. I scan the parking lot every 3 to 5 minutes for a Cullen car.
Nothing.
It's almost 8am and no Cullen has arrived.

It's ok... I'm ok.
I rip off a piece of paper from a notebook and write a note.
"Don't leave me waiting."
I fold it, leave it on the seat and hurry to class.

I see myself running across the wet floor, when I tripped on my foot and fell on my behind.
For half a second, in mid-air, I was hoping that I wouldn't fall.
That a pair of cold, hard hands would catch me, and my face would blush, and he would stiffen.

But there I was, with a wet behind and a heart about to break.
But the day is not over, and neither am I.

I got to class, and for my luck, the teacher has not arrived.
Some classmates are on their seats, others are talking. My seat was being guarded by
Mike Newton.

"Hey Bella, how was your weekend?" Mike casually greets me.

I usually think Newton is annoying, he never sees me just as a friend, but
Today I want to distract myself from Edward.

-"It was good, I went to the beach with Jacob and some new friends from La Push"
-"That's cool... hey I wanted to ask you something..." ugh. Here it comes.
-"Yes, Mike?"
-"I wanted to know if you would like to go out sometime?"

I don't have words to answer him... and somehow he takes it as a chance to keep on talking.

-"I know you're still hung up on that Cullen guy but-"
-"Edward, and I'm not 'still hung up'. He's my boyfriend."
Mike makes a weird smirk, which makes my blood boil.
-"Uhm, Bella. Your 'boyfriend' left, remember? About a year, now?"

All I could think now was punching his teeth, or lead him to believe he can have a chance with me just to break his stupid shallow heart.

I wanted to say yes... I wanted to flirt and I wanted to see his face when I come clean about hating his guts...

-"Mike..." I breathed.
-"Yes?"

-"Good morning, class!" Mr. Espinoza announced.

The hour ran fast, and as soon as class was dismissed, I ran to my next period, where I knew Mike wouldn't be.

As I ran through the aisles, I heard a loud manly laugh. I stopped and turned into the direction of the laugh.
That was Emmet's laugh, I was sure of it. I made myself though the crowd and I saw them.
Emmet and Rosalie walking away from me.

"Emmet!" I yell, and as I got closer, they disappeared.

The aisle got empty as the bell rang and I stood there.

I wanted to turn back to my own class... but instead, I walked to my car.

I got inside, hoping the note wasn't there... but it was.
I grabbed it and held it in my chest as I cried.

Last night I had the cruelest dream. I dreamed Edward came back to me, and promised to never leave me again.
I unfolded the note, but there was something different.
"Don't leave me waiting./ I'll be on the cafeteria all day"

I ran to the cafeteria, and there he was. All alone, standing beside our table.
Then, suddenly he was right in front of me.
"You ordered me to never ever leave you" he whispered. "And I promised I'd stay."
His hand hesitates but ends up in my cheek. "Where you doubting?"

I chuckle and hold his hand with mine. "Not doubting you... but I was starting to think it was all a dream"

He smiles... that smile... and holds my face with both his hands. "Dream is over" he says, and he kisses my forehead.

I giggle and walk towards our table. He follows and sits next to me, and pulls me as close as our bodies can.
"So..." he begins, charming as ever. "Guess who arranged his schedule to match Miss Isabella Swan's?"

"Someone who forgot the semester ends up next week" I laughed while tapping his head.