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Thank you so much for all of your reviews! Sorry this one took forever, I have 3 quizzes and two tests this week. Since we had state testing last week and the older grades had it the week before us, we didn't get much done. (When the older grades have testing, we don't do anything. We just have the lunch periods which meant I only had four classes-LA, Study Hall, Lunch, and Social Studies). This is the sixth chapter of the story. This one is going to be sort of short. Here it is.

On the walk to Trig, I could see Jessica falling back every second or two. She hadn't said much the whole time and I could sense she was awkward. It was awkward for me, too. I had just met the family today and I already hung around with them, making me even more popular then I already was from being new. Yes, the Cullen's are popular. They are the most popular kids in school for a number of reasons. The first reason is they inhumanly beautiful. Whenever I'm with them I feel plain and out of place which is unusual considering I'm constantly in the spotlight and adored by many. Another reason is, they are filthy rich. And from my experience, everyone looks up and envies people who are rich. Lastly, they have confidence; a quality envied by many.

I wanted to call Jessica back so she could feel included. When I turned around I saw her talking with a pretty, tall brunette. Not wanting to be rude and interrupt their conversation, I faced forward and continued walking with the Cullen's.

Alice and Rosalie were babbling on how good my voice was. I tried to zone them out, but it was really hard when they were saying your name every five seconds. Gosh, if someone overheard them they would think I was some celebrity. Not that they'd be wrong, it's just Bella Swan, emphasis on the Bella Swan, is not famous.

The whole walk to Trig I was pestered with Alice and Rosalie constantly asking where I learned to sing that good live. My answer was the same each time, after I stopped blushing of course. I always said, "I've had lessons and I practice." How many more freaking times were they going to ask? It's not that they weren't nice, it's just annoying. I came here so I wouldn't be the center of attention and it seems as if I walked right back into it. I'm just glad they didn't have us dance today. If we did I'd have some serious explaining to do.

I was oblivious to my surroundings in the hallway in between period one and two; I was too busy staring at Edward and his perfect face.

Suddenly, just as I was about to enter the classroom, I was pulled aside and met with pools of emerald. Edward had me cornered and my back pressed against a locker and his eyes were smoldering.

"Bella." He said my name in his perfect velvety voice and I almost melted right then and there. My knees went weak and the only thing holding me up was the hard lockers behind me.

I nodded, my heart was racing and I didn't think I was able to talk without breathing hard.

"Where did you really learn to sing like that?"

I could only stare at him. He didn't believe me. Every aspect of first period came flooding back. Edward hadn't complimented my voice, not that it really mattered, but now I understood why. He was trying to figure out where I learned to sing and how I was so good. He hadn't believed me.

Crap.

"Um. Like I said, I've been taking lessons for a long time and I practice constantly." My voice shook and I was terrified that he might have heard me sing before.

"No." His forehead creased and his brow furrowed in confusion. "You didn't."

His voice was so solid, like he knew he was right.

"Yes, I did." I spoke slowly, as if I was explaining this to a child. "I've taken lessons and I practice a lot."

He rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant. I meant that you did more than just that. Your voice, it's so, so familiar. It's like I heard it before, but I don't know where."

I gasped and closed my eyes so my obvious lie and shock wouldn't show. He knew, but he didn't. He knew that my voice was famous, just not how and who.

I took some deep breaths and then began. "What are you talking about?" I opened my eyes now that my shock was gone only to be met with his piercing and beautiful stare.

"Your voice, I have heard it before." He was so sure of this and I was going to have to make him believe a lie like everyone else.

"That's not possible. Maybe you just think you did." I said that last sentence more like a question than a statement.

"I know I did. Now, explain," he snapped. His face portrayed strain, he was irritated but trying not to show it. "Explain."

My eyes brimmed, I was either going to have to tell my secret or make an enemy of the guy I had a crush on.

Then, his face softened and his eyes went from annoyed and arrogant to caring. Great. He can see my eyes glistening over.

"Bella," He murmured, his voice soft and full of concern. His pale hand reached to my face and wiped away my traitor tears. (A/N: yes, I took "traitor tears" from Twilight. I loved that phrase).

My breathing hitched as I felt his warm hand caress my plain face.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry."

"It's okay." I tried to speak confidently, but my voice cracked making me fail miserably.

"I just…your voice reminded me of a celebrity with the same skin tone and hair color as you. And I just can't remember and it's bugging the heck out of me. I know you know something I don't and I have to know. It's killing me."

Again, my breathing hitched. He knew Isabella Marie Swan. Not personally, I would remember if I meet this Greek god, but he knew my music. He knew what I looked like, what I really looked like without these navy blue contacts. Also, he knew that I was keeping some sort of secret.

"Edward." I loved saying his name. "I'm not keeping anything from you." I crossed my toes as I said this, so it didn't count. Coward, loser, baby, I thought about myself crossing my toes. I can't believe I just did that. How old am I, seven?

He studied my eyes for another moment, his hand still resting on my cheek. His hand on my cheek distracted me just enough that he was unable to see the lie in my eyes.

He released his hold on me, letting me free, and nodded seeming to believe me. "Again, I'm so sorry. I just don't like not knowing."

"Get used to it," I muttered to low for him to hear.

And that was chapter six! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Sorry it took forever, I wanted Edward so soften up to Bella a little. The rest of Bella's first day in a day or two. I'm going to have them tell her they are adopted during lunch. BUT THAT IS NOT THEIR SECRET. I'm not that not creative. (Is that how you say it?) So….click that blue button below and REVIEW!

Love, Ally