The chapters are getting longer and I know you all like that but this is bad news to me. I hope I won't run out of creative juices :( Or even a ... a - writer's block! That'd be the worst! Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the previous filler chapters - not sure when any of those filler chapters shall return but maybe - just maybe...

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Guys! Stop worrying! Lol! But suggestion, don't try to assume things or stuff - I mean I know you've got TONS of questions and not really getting why this happened or when this was going to happen or whats up with this? Or that?

Don't forget when we FIRST read Twilight we also had tons of questions but we just had to READ ON to get the answers. Unfortunately - I can't provide ALL the chapters (though I wish I could just post everything at one shot so you guys could read like there was no tomorrow) like Stephenie Meyer does so that's why you'll have to wait for the next update! Wheeee:)

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Playlist - Girl by Jim Sturgess

Um its a really short song so - appropriate when the last scene approaches, the last few scenes I guess. :)

She's That Kind of Girl

Bella's POV

I exhaled out my held breath and walked towards the chosen area – keeping my eyes on the empty seat the whole time to prevent my eyes from wandering off onto the wrong place. I took deep silent breaths as I got closer and finally I slowly sat down without removing my bag or putting my books on the table.

"Now with that settled, let's carry on. Better known or also known as the Napoleonic Wars which some recorded down as raging from 1803 to the 1815s..."

I just remained like a statue on that seat next to him. I was trying my best to concentrate very hard on what Mr. Ruck was saying. When did he say the French Revolution was? Two countries were part of the allies that France had – one was Austria and the other was – er – what did he say? King Louis XVI of France was executed in what year?

Suddenly I flinched as I felt a hand touching my shoulder lightly.

"Sorry," the heavenly voice whispered soothingly.

I inhaled slowly again – this was bad. Was this a test on how far my concentration could be stretched? Well tell you what – it's just met its match. I give up – I can't beat this opponent.

"Don't you want to put your stuff down?" the voice tried again.

Exhale. Inhale.

"Come on – you can do this. This is ridiculous. He's just another boy – just an ordinary boy…" I mumbled to myself over and over softly.

"Excuse me?"

I placed my books on the table gently, trying to make as little commotion as possible. Finally, I turned and was swallowed up by the deep intense green eyes that were staring back. It was so hard to pull away – its grip was not surprisingly strong.

Edward arched a perfect eyebrow and reached out to slide my bag's strap from my shoulder. I prayed that he didn't notice that I was shaking slightly from his touch. His fingers were gently grazing against my arm and although there was a piece of material which was my shirt that was separating his finger from my own skin, I still felt electric currents going up and down inside.

"You alright there?" he looked concerned this time but I could see that his eyes were showing a different emotion.

"Yeah - um…thanks. You can just place it behind here," I gestured for him to put my bag just behind me on my chair.

His eyes didn't leave mine even as he was putting it where I told him to.

"ALRIGHT! Pop quiz time!" Mr. Ruck's voice suddenly interrupted our little staring competition.

He just looked away from me swiftly. The unsettling feeling once again washed over me as I stared dreamily at the piece of paper Mr. Ruck placed in front of me.

The locations of the Napoleonic War – I tapped my pencil on the table lightly.

The Battle of Waterloo? Was that in 1815? Isn't 1815 the final end of the entire war? What month was that fought in? – I struggled trying to regain my concentration back but the only thing that was occupying my mind right now was those green eyes.

Suddenly, I saw a small piece of paper landing directly on my lap. I bit my lip so hard that I winced. When I saw the words written on the paper, my heart began to beat faster. Not only was his writing as beautiful as him, he asked a question that I would never even dream of him ever asking me ever since we parted on horrible terms before in the hallway.

Are you mad at me? I'm sorry – really I am.

I looked around to make sure Mr. Ruck wasn't looking before I quickly picked it up and wrote back my reply.

Does it matter to you if I am?

I couldn't bring myself to look at him again so I just briefly placed it on his desk as I couldn't even imagine my hand even moving towards his lap – or thighs. That was beyond my fantasies.

I stared back down at my quiz paper and tried my best to focus once more.

Napoleon was also defeated at Waterloo – that's why it was also the final year of the Napoleonic War. Yeah – that's right. The ground they fought on was in Brussels but was delayed for one day – why?

Soon, that little piece of paper came fluttering back on my thighs and I was fighting so hard not to give him an annoyed stare that I would normally give people for writing notes during crucial times like these.

I picked it up and quickly skated over his response. His message was a little longer this time.

Of course it matters. I wouldn't want anyone hating me, especially you – but that's not really the main reason. I really want to apologize – I'll make it up to you, I promise. I won't ever judge you like that ever again – it was very rude of me.

I bit my lip again. It was the only way I could stop myself from breaking into a smile unnecessarily. I scribbled my reply back as quickly as possible – praying that he wouldn't reply to it. I would never be able to finish the pop quiz if he did.

It's okay. You must have had your reasons. You don't have to – don't bother please.

Without thinking, I fluttered the paper over to him when Mr. Ruck wasn't looking again. I caught a few girls staring at both of us – probably wondering why was I bothering him or trying to get his answers.

I took a deep breath before finally looking at him again and I mouthed at him, "We're so going to get into trouble."

He just briefly looked at me with a twinkle in his eye and looked at my reply.

Hopefully he got the message but unfortunately, before I could even try to start reading the next question, the paper came flying back but this time; he boldly placed it right in front of my question paper instead of inconspicuously on my lap like before.

I couldn't help myself any longer so I made sure Mr. Ruck wasn't looking before I turned to him and gave him the most irritated glare I could ever give – but of course it turned out to look like a plea that I wanted him to stop.

I saw his eyes were mischievously amused as he used his eyes to gesture towards the paper. I glared at him again before looking at the paper and the words that he wrote made my heart nearly skip a beat.

Don't you trust me? I trust you.

I didn't know what to reply – my heart was pounding once more in my ears.

So I ignored the paper and began to rush through my answers for the quiz. For awhile, Edward didn't do anything and I was beginning to relax. Maybe I would have enough time to finish it after all.

I spoke to soon for a foot came tapping down on mine and I nearly squealed. I shut my eyes tightly trying to calm myself down. He was getting me excited – this was bad, very bad.

The foot came tapping again – this time more urgent.

I looked at him and tried my best to glare once more but it probably just looked like a pout. My insides began to twist as he wickedly pouted back with those same mischievously amused eyes and mouthed, "Well?"

I had no choice but to nod, defeated. Then, he smiled at me for the first time ever – the most amazing crooked smile I had ever seen. It took my breath away and it took about two minutes before I could gain focus back to finish the quiz after I looked away.

"Thank you, boys and girls. That will be all for today – the essay on the French Revolution 1789 due in on Friday," Mr. Ruck finally ended the class.

As everyone was leaving, I felt that there were millions of eyes looking at me so I refused to look up. I stared at my things the whole time as I cleared up – trying my best to ignore that motionless figure next to me.

As I finally grabbed my books and was right about ready to leave – that alluring voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Going somewhere?"

I took a deep breath and turned around. He was cheekily balancing his chair on its two back legs as his hands pushed gently against the side of the table to prevent him from falling back down to the front. I tried to control my emotions as his movements were so perfect.

"Where do you reckon?"

He grinned, "Ooh - I sense some hostility."

His voice was so inviting and seductive I could only just stare in awe.

When I didn't answer, he shrugged, "This is the last lesson of the day so I'm guessing back to the house? Am I wrong?"

I could only shake my head.

He leaned forward releasing his hands from the table - allowing his chair to fall back to place and he got up. He stood up; slung his own bag over his shoulder and finally turned back to me.

"Let's go then."

I blinked, "But – I have to go find Jac -"

"Yeah, I know that. Text him and tell him where you will be going – I know where you live too, remember? No worries."

"But -"

"I'm just giving you a lift home, Bella."

"No, but -"

"You trust me, don't you?"

He looked at me again right into my eyes. It must have some sort of hypnotic trance embedded inside as I always felt mesmerized by it.

Very much, more than I actually should – I wanted to say but all I did was just blink at him.

He smiled at me that amazing crooked smile once more and said, "That's settled then. It's just a short drive back anyway."

He gestured towards the door, "Come."

I walked out of the front office to see Edward already waiting outside with his car. I took a deep breath before opening the door and stepping inside. Those stares were coming back again. When I shut the door, I could see the rearview mirror that many people were standing a distance away just staring.

He looked at me chuckled, "She didn't give you a hard time by asking you loads of questions, did she?"

I shrugged but still distracted, "It's no big deal."

He raised his eyebrow before turning around behind asking, "What are you looking at?"

Then he sighed and shook his head, "Don't bother about that."

"Oh yeah – totally. So you get that a lot every single day? You get so used to thousands of girls staring at you till it's not weird anymore?"

He laughed and pressed on the accelerator, "Something like that."

As we drove through the parking lot and out of the school gate, I wished that Edward's windows were tinted black so no one could see who was inside the car. It wasn't that I was ashamed or embarrassed – the fact that such an outcast and misfit like me could be in here sitting with a boy like him should be illegal.

I noticed the car smelt a lot like him, his captivating smell. There was something about his scent that made my head whirl. I wondered what cologne or odor he was using.

"Why so rigid?" he commented since I was barely moving.

"I still don't get why you and Jacob drive to school. I mean – it's only a ten minute walking distance."

"Who told you that?"

"Jacob."

"Ah – that makes sense since he has a problem with staying put. Well, its not exactly a ten minute walking distance. It's more like a ten minute running distance."

I laughed, "Really? That's unavoidable then – the driving I mean."

"Did you text him that I was going to send you home?" he suddenly asked.

I shook my head.

"Why not? I mean – not that I'm complaining or anything but I wouldn't want to be on the cops record just because I'm offering you a lift home," he teased.

"I tried to tell you just now but you kept brushing me off," I pointed out.

"Oops – really sorry about that."

"It's okay. What I wanted to say was that I don't have a cell phone to text someone."

He looked at me in surprise, "You're joking."

I sighed, "No, I'm not."

I couldn't stand the fact that I was not so well-off like them. Yes – that's me. The orphaned, poor little street kid that's been shoved unwillingly into your school. He's probably going to dislike me even more now. I waited for him to give me some sort of disgusted or some disapproving glance – perhaps some sign of regret that someone like me could be sitting in his very fancy expensive Volvo car.

But nothing came – he just gave me a small smile, "You're very interesting, you know that? So, why have you come to live with them anyway?"

"Both my parents passed away and I had no where else to go. Renee had worked for Billy Black under a condition that I would be taken in if anything happened to her."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. But I know how you feel – trust me. You're not alone on this one."

I wanted to tell him that I knew all about it – that I shared the pain of his loss for his father but nobody likes to know that their personal family affairs are being discussed about, so I said nothing of that sort to him.

"Funny though, even when you are living with the Blacks, apparently you weren't placed under the Black's name in the student data folders," he wondered.

Suddenly, I remembered about what I saw when I first came to the front office. My folder was under his family name but just before I could open my mouth to tell that to him, he interrupted my thoughts.

"We're here," and I saw that we had reached outside of Jacob's house.

Then, he rested both of his arms on the steering wheel and gazed at me with curious expression but the way he tilted his head to look at me started up my heart's marathon once again.

"Hey – I really meant what I said back in History. I am really; really sorry about the way I treated you. It was really – it just wasn't me."

I bit my lip gently again, "It's alright."

He shook his head slowly not once his eyes were leaving my face, "No it isn't. I'm not very good at apologies but…"

I could feel butterflies in my stomach as I saw his lips began to brush gently against each other that indicated he was trying very hard to think. God – there is no way this boy was ever meant for me or should I even dream of him. It was out of the boundaries.

"I really mean it. It's strange, you know? Normally people will trust and easily believe me in what I say but -"

Then, he shook his head in disbelief, "I know it sounds a little crazy and a little arrogant that I am so convinced everyone adores me like how you portray me to be but I want you to know that I'm not that type of person."

I felt my fists clenching into a ball. I was trying to stop myself from reaching over and giving him a hug – he looked so hurt and not to mention uncomfortable. Did my face have some sort of skeptic look on it until I looked like a non-believer?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say everyone is gullible and vulnerable to believe me so easily. It's just that, you're different you know?"

I knew I was going to have problems sleeping tonight.

His green eyes twinkled, "I've never met anyone quite like you. You intrigue me."

My heart was thumping painfully – it's a miracle how I'm not prone to having massive seizures with the amount of accelerations my heart has been experiencing suddenly.

"You amaze me too…" I whispered.

He flashed me that beautiful crooked smile once more and said, "Well, I'm sure you better go in. He'll be worried – they might think I had kidnapped you or something."

That idea didn't sound so horrible.

"Well – see you tomorrow then," my voice sounded strange.

"See you then," he nodded.

I got out of the car and walked across the pathway to the main door. I couldn't bring myself to look back at him for fear of being glued to that spot just staring at him. I quickly unlocked the front door with the spare key Jacob gave me and shut it behind me.

Then I finally took a deep calming breath and called out, "I'm back!"

I heard loud thumping sounds from the floor above and within seconds, Jacob was flying down the stairs, "Where were you?! I was looking for you all over the place after your last class!"

"Really? Then how come you're home earlier than me?" I asked.

Jacob shrugged, "Someone from your class told me that they saw you hitching a ride."

He stared pass me through the living room window, "Who from?"

I said the first thing that crossed my mind, "Someone I met from History class."

Now – that wasn't exactly a lie, was it?

Jacob looked at me with an unfathomable face, "Oh – okay then. So, tell me about your day?"

I shook my head, "You mean after you got tolled away to detention?"

Jacob grinned sheepishly, "Yeah – I promise it won't happen again. I'll be with you every second tomorrow.

Edward's POV

I shut the main door behind me and began to make my way upstairs before an irritating voice called, "Are you not going to come greet me, young man?"

I sighed tiredly and walked towards the living room and stood before her, "Good evening, Aunty. My day was good and I studied hard just like I promised you I would."

I looked around, "Where's Mum?"

"Out – grocery shopping with Louise," Caroline took a puff from her cigarette.

As I finally entered my room after a short conversation with her, I tossed my car keys on my desk and threw myself on my bed, exhausted. I closed myself and I was quickly dozing off before suddenly the cell phone in my jean pocket began to ring.

I answered it sleepily, "Yup?"

"Hey man, I heard you picked up some chick after school today. You don't even give Tanya rides home anymore – who is she?" I heard Jasper's voice.

"Nah – I screwed up so I wanted to make it up somehow."

"You never do that for anyone. You screw things up with me all the time so why don't I get free rides home from you?"

"Because you get your girlfriend to drive you home everyday in her extremely flashy yellow Porsche so don't feed me that bullshit, Jazz."

"Just tell who she is."

"Is it that urgent that you must know? You don't have to know everything."

"We've been like brothers since pre-school so if you won't tell me then who will?"

"Geez – its Bella alright? Yes – the new girl. I just offered her a ride home that's all."

"Is that the same girl who was put to sit next to you in your History class?"

"You're a stalker you know that? How'd you know this? Your last class wasn't even anywhere near mine!"

"I dunno – Nick told me about it. He said your face looked like you won a lottery or something when you saw that she was going to sit next to you. Tell me – you like this girl?"

"Huh? I was just really glad because it would be so much easier to clear things up with her. I thought I would have to be chasing her around the entire school – waiting outside her classes or grabbing a seat next to her during lunch."

"What's she like?"

"She's different. That's all I can say – I kinda like that about her I guess. At least she doesn't treat me like I'm just some boy toy that every other girl does."

"You're referring to Tanya right?"

"I was referring to any girl in general, Jazz. Don't go making your own assumptions – she'd kill me if she thought I was saying that about her."

"Are you like infatuated with her now? Bella I mean."

"Well, she definitely isn't infatuated with me. I mean, I have this feeling she doesn't even want to be around me."

"Ooh – uncanny. Why is that though? Doesn't seem to make sense since you never had a problem with the ladies."

"That's not the point. Look stop asking me so many questions – can we talk later?"

"Fine, but I'm guessing I'm not allowed to tell anyone?"

"Yup, Emmett especially."

"Oh – uhhhh…"

Suddenly, the line became noisy and there was loud cracking noises coming from Jasper's background. I could hear two voices whispering and I shook my head in annoyance as I realized who the second voice was.

"He's there, isn't he?"

"No."

"Don't lie to me you -"

Then, that familiar deep voice cut into the phone, "Hey! What's up?"

Figures – Emmett and Jasper live next door to each other so its pretty normal for them to go over to each other's house anytime. But it got real annoying at times when Emmett would eavesdrop on my conversation with Jasper or the other way around for Jasper to eavesdrop on my conversation with Emmett.

"Jazz, you had me on speaker?" I growled.

I could hear some arguing in the background once more and I was so sleepy I nearly dozed off once more before Emmett's voice came back on to the line, "It was all my idea. None of it was Jazz's so blame it on me."

"You know what? I don't really care right now so I'm going to hang up because I'm so incredibly wiped out. Talk to you guys tomorrow."

"No wait! You haven't told me the details!"

I frowned, "The what?"

"All you just did was send her home? Just talked? She didn't ask you to do for her any special favours? How about you get at her for some unpaid debts? Maybe some -"

"Would you just get your mind out of the gutter please?" I snapped and I hung up.

I turned my face towards my bedroom window and suddenly I realized that it was facing Jacob Black's house. I got up wearily from the bed and peeped out from behind my curtains. There was something about her that made her that gets me – I didn't understand this feeling. Maybe this was going to be a distraction to me – a very distinct one.

The only window that was facing me was the first storey window and the room was pitch black. Somehow, my gut told me that was her room.

I drummed my fingers on my window pane – Coincidence? Maybe not.

HOLD IT! Don't conclude that Edward is starting to like her JUST YET. Or I dunno - maybe he does. I can't read his mind sadly... :( I always liked the idea of Edward and Bella passing notes anyway! Plus - using Edward to lean back on his chair with just two legs, balancing it. Sigh :)

For those who will comment about me using others calling Jasper as Jazz, yes I know, I know it's Alice's nickname for Jasper but hey - it is STILL hers but everyone just liked the idea of calling him that too! So credits still go to her :)

Anyway - since i'm in a rather charitable mood, I'll just let you guys know that we're nearing a very important chapter :( possibly the most unpleasant one too (well, for me it is). Why is it important? When the chapter arrives, I'll let you guys know!

You know what to do! READ and REVIEW for an UPDATE!

For melissamarie173 - I hope this paragraph had cleared up your question about wondering why Edward commented that Mr. Ruck was his new best friend :)

"I dunno – Nick told me about it. He said your face looked like you won a lottery or something when you saw that she was going to sit next to you. Tell me – you like this girl?"

"Huh? I was just really glad because it would be so much easier to clear things up with her. I thought I would have to be chasing her around the entire school – waiting outside her classes or grabbing a seat next to her during lunch."