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BPOV

I was being stupid, I knew that, but still I could not stop seeing my fingers entwined in his hair. Edwards's hair. Is Edward the name I had been calling as I reached the point of no return in my dreams? It can't have been. It is one thing to have erotic dreams about a man, and it was apparent to all but the blind that Edward was a man in all but age, night after night. But to have dreams of a man who then turns up at school months later? Impossible. Wasn't it?

I was obviously projecting. I had been fascinated by his hair yesterday and my sleepy brain had confused this with the hair I normally fondled every night. Unless it had always been bronze? Had that been the elusive memory from yesterday? My subconscious trying to free this little fact?

I sighed heavily and Charlie looked at me with a look of concern from across the table, his spoon poised in the air on its way to his mouth, milk drip dripping from the bottom.

"I'm ok." I reassured him. Apart from going crazy. It was obvious Edward was repulsed by me. He made that much clear the first time he set eyes on me. Any wild dreams I may have about him would never become reality. Particularly because Lauren had already laid claim to him and there was no way I could compete with a vacuous skank like her when it came to winning the attentions of a man as hot as Edward.

I dropped the breakfast dishes into the sink and started to wash them. There was no way I could tell Alice about this development. She would tell Jasper in an instant and he would certainly tell Edward and they would all have a good chuckle about it at my expense. I sighed again, this time stopping Charlie in his tracks as he pulled on his boots.

"Honestly, I'm fine." He raised both eyebrows at me but said nothing. "I'm going to get Alice. Have a good day." I quickly hugged him, grabbed my things and left.

EPOV

This morning was the same as any other. I balled up my sheets and snuck them down to the washing machine, disguising them with other laundry as well. Esme was making us all breakfast as I walked through the kitchen to the utility room. She raised her eyebrows quickly but when I glanced up at her she had smoothed out her expression and fixed her gaze onto the griddle.

"Good morning Edward." She said to me as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Good morning Esme. How are you today?" I poured myself a coffee and offered her one too.

"So far so good." She smiled at me and shook her head at the coffee. She didn't particularly like my addiction to the stuff and certainly didn't approve of me drinking it so early.

"Esme?" I started, unsure of how to continue. She looked at me expectantly. "It doesn't matter." I smiled and left to sit at the table.

How was I to word the question I wanted to ask? There was no one I could talk to about this...problem...that I had. Emmett would announce it everyone within a twelve mile vicinity, and Carlisle and Esme would look at me with such sympathy that I could not stand it. I hated the look of sympathy. I had enough of that when people found out my birth parents were killed. Poor little orphan Edward. I detested that.

I had yet another dream the night before, only this time there was more detail, and I heard myself moan Bella several times against her pale skin as she kissed my neck and pulled my hair. Not to mention the feelings that flooded through me when I kissed her pubic bone. I wasn't sure that I could look Bella in the eye today without thinking about that mound beneath my mouth. The reaction I would have to that would be humiliating. I would be reduced to the teenage boy protection of a folder across the crotch. I couldn't bear it.

I could see that others only saw her as a conquest. Even spending only one day in that school I had heard more than one conversation that included Bella and the planting of more than a flag. I could barely contain my anger, growling softly in my throat as those boys snickered crudely. But then, who is she to me? No one. I had obviously met her once before, she must have been here before we left Forks.

She could never be anything to me. I refused to allow an attachment like that. I would not set myself up for disappointment like that. I simply refused.

"Good Morning." Boomed Emmett in his inimitable style, practically shaking the house as he bounced happily down the stairs, eager for another day to start. "What's wrong with you this morning Eddie?" He asked me, catching the frown on my face.

"Don't call me Eddie." I hissed at him. He laughed at my reaction and poured himself a glass of juice from the carafe on the table. Esme placed the plates of bacon and sausage on the table just as Carlisle came down from his study, gently placing a kiss on her cheek as he passed her.

"It's a bit too early for the hostilities is it not boys?" He commented, picking up a plate and helping himself to breakfast before Emmett had the chance to consume it all. It was a good thing Carlisle had some money behind him, without it Emmett would have eaten him into the poor house long ago.

"Edward's just cranky. You know how he gets when he has to be nice to new people."

"That's not true." I stated without conviction.

"Sorry, I was late last night; it was remiss of me to not ask. How was yesterday?" Carlisle looked between us both, even though everyone knew that it would be Emmett to respond.

"Edwards's friend Jasper was cool. He introduced us to his sprite of a girlfriend and another girl, Bella."

"Were they nice?" Asked Esme, finally sitting with us at the table after supplying more breakfast supplies.

"Yeah. Alice is funny, a real fire burns in her for life." I was surprised that Emmett would pay that much attention. "And Bella is really pretty, quiet though, but beautiful in an understated kind of way. Most of the boys at school are after a piece of her." He laughed and anger coursed through me.

"Don't say stuff like that about her!" I regretted my outburst as soon as it passed my lips. Emmett would not let this go, and I knew it.

"I wasn't. The other kids at school were." The three of them watched me with curiosity as I delved into my breakfast with a renewed vigour, ignoring their stares.

"We had better leave, come on Emmett." He looked up at me from his half empty plate and looked back down at it. Like a lover leaving for war, he would not take his eyes off the plate until it was behind the closed front door. Rolling my eyes I started the Volvo, waited until he had closed the door and screeched off down the drive, awaiting the inevitable onslaught of questions.

BPOV

I turned into the parking lot at school just in front of Rosalie's BMW and a silver Volvo. The Volvo was parked first and the driver stepped out, a mess of bronze hair followed by the rest of Cullen and I let out a little sigh. Alice, sharp as ever, followed my gaze.

"Emmett?" She asked in surprise.

"NO!" I snorted in laughter.

"Edward?" She asked with a grin.

"No." I said unconvincingly. "I'll flay you alive if you mention anything to Jasper, I swear." She looked at me for a second and nodded shortly before flinging herself into the arms of Jasper as he opened the door to the truck.

Rosalie was at my door when I turned round, jumping when I noticed her. She and Jasper must have both been trained by the same Ninja master. No one family should have that much stealth. She opened the door for me and steadied me as I leapt out and stumbled.

"Jeez, Bella, you've got to let me teach you some grace." She smiled at me, a little distracted.

"What can I do you for Rose?" I asked her curiously.

"I didn't want to ask Jasper, and Alice is always with him, so I need to ask you."

"Ok." That hadn't exactly answered my question.

"What can you tell me about him?" She nodded in the direction of Edward and Emmett. Of course this had to happen; of course she would take one look at Edward and want to make him hers. He was the closest male equivalent in beauty to Rosalie and she would only accept the best.

"Well, you know him already, surely, if Jasper does. Seeing as he lived here." I didn't want to have a part of this. It was bad enough that my subconscious was telling me that he was the man of my dreams, but to have to help Rosalie hook up with him? I couldn't bear it.

"No, not Edward." She hissed at me. "His brother." I looked at her with a massive grin on my face.

"What do you need to know? What little I know I will be happy to tell you." She dazzled me with her smile, hooked her arm through mine and walked me to class, never stopping with questions all the way there.

EPOV

Emmett would not shut up in the car. I deliberately drove as fast and as reckless as I could manage, but still his questions continued unabated.

"Do you like Bella? Why did you react like that? I've never seen you react like that in the time I've known you. What the hell?"

Even music wouldn't stop him, his massive hand knocking my own out of the way as I fought to stop him turning the stereo down. Finally I gave in.

"Fine! Just....what do you want to know?" I sighed in defeat.

"Do you like Bella?"

"It isn't as simple as that."

"Don't give me your bullshit about not making any meaningful attachments, Edward. I'm sick of it. This self preservation crap has to stop."

"It's easy for you to say, you never make any meaningful attachments. Just attachments of the groin." I practically shouted at him.

"That's better than living a half life."

"I'm not living a half fucking life."

"Do you like her?" I cornered dangerously fast.

"I dream about her." We were both quiet for a second, letting that sink in.

"What do you mean? Dream? As in, more than once." He had picked up my choice of word astutely, surprising me. Sometimes I forget that Emmett is actually very intelligent, it just so happens he is incredibly immature at times as well.

"For the past three months." I admitted.

"How does that happen then? You only met her yesterday." He was trying his best to figure this out, but I doubted he would get any further than I did.

"I know. I don't know. I think that maybe I met her when I was here before, and that I picked up on some little signs that Esme wanted to come back and it triggered the dreams."

"Have you told Carlisle?"

"Um...it's awkward to talk to Carlisle about." I felt my cheeks flame slightly and of course he noticed straight away.

"That's why you've been doing so much washing!" He guffawed in his seat as I felt more humiliation wash over me. "Sorry, but, it makes me feel so much better about myself when you act like a normal teenager sometimes."

"Yeah, thanks." I muttered, slowing down behind Jasper's sisters BMW.

"Wow, nice car." Emmett whistled.

"It's Rosalie's. She is Jasper's sister. She had some sort of competition yesterday, that's why you didn't meet her."

"Is she as hot as her car?" I quirked an eyebrow at Emmett and found myself laughing.

"She is just your type." Smiling I pulled into a space before the others and climbed out of the car. Glancing over to Bella's truck I noted her snort of laughter and yell of no before furiously whispering something to Alice before Alice pulled her gaze away from Emmett and me. I saw her jump when Rosalie appeared at her own door and I smirked a little as she stumbled out of the cabin of the truck.

Why am I watching her?

Shaking my head I turned away, Emmett following me.

"Dude...she is amazing...I have to know everything." I followed his gaze to the retreating backs of Rosalie and Bella.

"Tell me about it." I sighed.

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