Am I Stephenie Meyer? Heck no! So why would you think for even a second I owned Twilight? Why you so stupid!!! –hides behind a trash can- Just read.

BPOV:

We raced into Spanish right as the bell rang. Angela chuckled and waved as Edward and I passed by her desk. Luckily, Senorita Hidalgo had her back to us as we slid into our seats. The class passed quickly as we silently fished up notes from the other day. As it was almost the weekend, Senorita Hidalgo didn't want to start anything new.

The day passed in a blur. Soon, we had walked hand and hand into the cafeteria. Alice beckoned for us to join her in line. As usual, they grabbed only the bare minimum. After Edward paid for our lunches, we took our spot at the end of the table. Ang and Ben were waiting for us. We returned their greeting as we sat.

"Sure stinks about the Calculus test today, huh?" Ben sighed. Ang placed her hand in his on the table.

"You'll do fine, Ben." She quietly comforted him. It must have worked because he mirrored her smile.

Edward and Alice's heads lifted up at that same moment. From then wide grin on my pixie sister's face, I could guess who was waiting for her outside. Alice stood up, kissed my cheek, and skipped out the sidedoor of the lunchroom. I looked up from the door through which Alice had just retreated to see those gorgous, topez eyes staring at me. Almost immeddiately, I felt myself flush. Edward just had a certain way for looking at you. It was almost like he was looking right into you soul. My favorite crooked grin graced his face. I could only imagine what must be burning in my own eyes: passion, love… and desire.

He stood up with my now empty tray on top of his own. Edward dumped them, and then took my hand in his to lead me away. The bell signaling the end of lunch wasn't due for another 10 minuets, but I had a hunch we weren't heading to class just yet.

I was right. Once out of sight of the student body, Edward pinned me against the lockers. This happened every so often now; our pent up feeling that Charlie's interference prevented us from expressing. I only saw him outside of school when he drove me back and forth to work and snuck into my bedroom once Charlie's deep snoring made an appearance. But it was all stolen time. It was never enough, and somehow always left me emptier inside, craving more.

"Bella…" My lover cooed gently in my ear before he slowly kissed his way up and down my neck. His icy lips made me shutter. But more so was the anticipation. I loved Edward's careful kisses, but we both knew I wanted more.

My arms slid around his neck slowly. I made sure he knew I was still in control and wouldn't break his string of kisses. Almost as if he was afraid of breaking me, Edward's arms wrapped around my body, pulling me closer. I pressed my lips to every part of his neck I could reach. I heard him moan quietly. He called my name again. With this prompting, I pressed the whole of my body on him. I froze slightly. I was sure I had crossed the line. But to my surprise, he didn't pull away. Quite then opposite; Edward took his lips of my collarbone and pressed them firmly to my own. I felt his tongue invade my mouth, much to my pleasure.

I'd never felt Edward do that before. When things got out of hand, he was always the one to stop it. And when I say 'things' that usually meant me. But now he was the one urging for more out of this kiss. And I was extremely eager to oblige. My fingers ran through his hair, daring his to go farther.

Edward heeded my wish. The hands that encircled my body were now caressing it. But not in a frenzy, but as if he was hesitating. I couldn't have that. So I grabbed his lower lip with my teeth, our bodies as close as possible now. That did it. I felt a single cool hand slip into the back of my shirt. The tingling was electricity to my skin. But at the moment I thought our boundaries had finally crumbled to dust, the bell ring to show lunch had ended.

The sound seemed to clear Edward's senses. He pulled out of the kiss and his arms were back at his side. I could tell by the appalled look on his face that he had never meant this to go that far. With that thought and that thought alone in my mind, I raced away from him.

That extreme expression of PDA must have left him frozen because I made it all the way to the girls' bathroom without being stopped. Thankfully, it was empty. I dashed into the nearest stall and locked myself in, tries streaming down my face.

By this time, the second bell had rung. I knew I should being hurrying to Calculus, but I couldn't make the tears stop, so I decided to skip this period to calm down. Besides, Edward wasn't in that class so he wouldn't know I was missing.

Finally, the sobbing stopped. My tantrum had only lasted a few minuets. I opened the stall and braced myself with a sink. One look in the mirror told me I couldn't go to class just yet; it was way too obvious I had been crying. After I wiped away the lingering water with a paper towel, I tried to calm myself down. Tried being the key word. I was so angry with myself! Edward must be too. How could I just lose control like that? But then it hit me: I didn't lose control. Not at all. I had known exactly what I was doing by not stopping. That made it all so much worse!

I placed my back to the wall and slid to the floor, my hands covering my face. How could I ever face him again, knowing that? He'd never forgive me. He'd never forgive my humanity. This just wasn't fair! If he'd just change me… But I stopped myself. That had nothing to do with this right now. I should have known better by now, that's what it all came down to. I had to apologize. I looked at my watch. There was still 35 minuets left of class. I sighed. "Guess I'll just wait till his class is over…" My voice still sounded choked up from my cry.

"Bella?" I heard a velvety voice call from outside the door. A second later, he cautiously pushed the door open, a guilty look on his face. After Edward spotted me, he hurried to my side. I couldn't face him, though. So, like a coward, I pulled my face into my lap.

Very slowly, he lowered himself to the floor across from me. His hand cupped under my head, lifting it up to face him. Edward's butterscotch eyes were racked with disappointment. That look did it. My eyes started to water again. "Oh Bella…"

But I cut him off. "I'm so sorry Edward! That was totally my fault! I knew what was happening, but I didn't stop myself!" A sob tore from my lips, stopping my apology. I tried to continue, but Edward had pulled me onto his lap, his head buried in my hair.

"No, my dear Bella. I'm the one who needs to apologize." His voice was thick with guilt. "No matter what I do, you will always be in danger with me. It's so frustrating! I just can't stop myself from hurting you, from making you cry." He kissed my neck. "And an angel should never be made to cry. It's just so wrong. So evil. Like me." He pulled his face back to locked eyes with me. Anguish, grief, disappointment, and anger were all visible on his face. But none of it was directed at me, as it should have been.

I angled myself on his lap so he couldn't avoid my eyes. "How dare you! Don't you dare say another word." Somehow, I managed to fuse my anger into these words despite my sorrow. "How could this possibly be your fault? The one time you lose control! What is one time compared to my dozens and dozens!" My voice faltered and came out as a near whisper now. "But this time was different. I wanted that. So badly. I knew exactly what was happening, but I didn't want it to stop. So I pushed you farther even though I knew we should have stopped." I shook my head, closing my eyes. "I'm no angel. Far from it."

Edward laid his forehead against mine. He sighed in my face, the aroma so inviting. "You are my angel. You forgive what is my fault, and then try to pull the blame onto yourself. Like you said, I lost control. For you, it doesn't matter. You don't have my strength, my desire, my power." He kissed my forehead now with a sad smile. "For a vampire, one time is all it takes, my dear. And I would never forgive myself if I hurt you." His face tightened into a grimace.

"Well… h-how can you f-forgive me?" I asked my question muffled in his chest.

"There is nothing to forgive, my love." His eyes twinkled. "I believe we have covered this but you are, after all, only human." I couldn't help but stare into his eyes and cry a bit more. This is why I loved this man, I thought in the safety of my mind as Edward dried my face. Could he be anymore perfect?