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Chapter Nine- Bella's POV (age seventeen)
He stood in front of me, his eyes fogging over slightly. His hair had darkened slightly, and he was much taller; only a few inches shorter than Jasper. He was wearing a jacket, but you could tell he had the muscles of a track runner. His shoulders were slouched a little, as his bag was slung over his arm. Still, he looked the same as I had remembered. Maybe a little… sexier.
"Mr. Cullen? We're waiting…" Mr. Banner reminded him.
He looked back up to the teacher.
"Oh… right." He mumbled, dropping his bag and sitting down beside me.
He kept his eyes trained at the board, not moving a muscle. Mr. Banner passed out little boxes of slides and instructed us to identify each one.
He still wasn't looking at me.
I gently reached out my hand and touched his arm.
"Edward?" I asked slowly, as the class began to buzz with chatter.
He turned to look at me and jumped. His eyes widened again.
"You… you… you're…" He ran a hand through his messy hair as he struggled to form a coherent sentence.
"You're really here?" He finally asked.
He looked so… innocent, and scared. He stared at me like he didn't believe I was in front of him.
The back of my eyes began to sting a little, but I swallowed hard and nodded, unable to speak.
"You're… Bella…" he breathed.
He was still shocked. Maybe it would have been a better idea to have gotten Emmet to tell him about me…
Suddenly, his eyes light up and he looked like something had finally registered in his brain. His eyes rested at my neck.
I realized that I had begun to play with the little heart again.
"It's really you," he said warmly, giving me my special crooked smile and leaning a little closer.
"Bella, I-"
"Mrs. Swan, might I ask why you're sitting in front of a blank page?" Mr. Banner asked, causing Edward to pull away from me, rubbing his neck and looking away.
"I… um…" I tried to think up an excuse, my cheeks flooding with colour.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't mark a blank paper." He said, collecting the sheets of everyone n the room.
He began to lecture about something or other, but I couldn't pay attention. I kept my eyes to the front, pretending to concentrate, but all I could see was Edward staring at my out of the corner of my eye.
After another half hour, I heard the annoying bell ring out.
"Thank god," I heard Edward mutter beside me as he swept his books into his bag.
We rose together and practically ran for the door. When we reached the sidewalk, I heard a nasally voice calling behind us.
"Edward! Your back!" cried a girl, rushing up to him.
She was shorter than me, but her curly hair made up a lot of the difference. She was strangely familiar.
"Yes, Jessica. Thanks for pointing that out," Edward said sarcastically, turning and picking up a faster pace.
I was early jogging to catch up with him.
"What was that about?" I asked when he finally slowed down.
"Nothing. What do you have next?"
"Gym," I groaned, much to his amusement.
"Right. I'll meet you in the parking lot after school."
He turned and walked off before I had a chance to answer.
"Yeah," I said to myself, "See you then."
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I made my way slowly to my truck, avoiding puddles. I heard a small laugh coming from in front of me, and I looked up to see Jessica.
"So, Bella," she sneered my name, "You thought you'd come back to Forks? Thought you could just waltz in and claim Edward again? Too late, you ditched him, left him alone. Lucky thing I was here to pick up the pieces when you left." She smirked, putting a hand on her hip.
"What do you mean, pick up the pieces?" I asked.
Before she could reply, Edward appeared and gave her a warning look.
"What crap are you telling people now?" he asked, grabbing my arm and leading me away.
She glared at me furiously and stalked off towards a large group of girls.
He pulled me over to a shiny looking Volvo parked near my truck and leaned against it.
"Don't believe anything that girl says," he told me, looking me right in the eyes.
"Okay," I said slowly, my brow furrowing slightly.
He didn't reply, he just stared meaningfully at me.
After a few moments he got tired of waiting.
"Well?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You're back! Why? For how long?"
"Oh, that."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah, that!" he cried, throwing his hands in the air and laughing incredulously.
"I… um… Can we have this conversation later? Somewhere a little more... private?"
He looked at me, pinching the bridge of his nose, deciding whether or not to allow me to get away so easily.
I looked up at him through my hair, biting my lip.
He groaned.
"Fine!" he gave in as Emmet approached us.
"Bella!" he shouted, even though I was standing not four feet from him.
I winced.
"Yes, Emmet?" I asked, looking over to him.
A huge smile crept across his lips.
"I just remembered something important."
"And what might that be?" I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
He held up a small plastic card in front of my face.
I squinted at it, but recognized it to be a driver's license.
"You owe me five bucks!"
A/N: I DON'T CARE HOW SHORT IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11
I GAVE YOU FOUR CHAPTERS IN THREEDAYS. I STILL HAVE TO WRITE MY FREAKING ENGLISH ESSAY. I DON'T HAVE TIME TO REPLY ANY OF YOUR REVIEWS FOR THIS CHAPTER TONIGHT BECAUSE I NEED TO GET MY HOMEWORK DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I got that out of my system. When I fail English, I'll blame you all and your cunning plans to guilt me into updating faster. AHHH!
By the way, I love you alllllll! Your reviews are amazing. But the next chapter won't be out for at least two days because the weekend is over and I need to pass my classes. And I'm coming down with a flu, so that might delay to THREE days wait.
My fingers hurt from writing –tear tear-