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Three days later...

I'm flipping through stacks of information. It's 5:30 am. Early, even by my standards. Notes on Lauren and Mr. Cullen's behavior are littered along the carpet in my room. For the last two days, I have spent my time trailing and eavesdropping on Lauren and Mr. Cullen. Lauren Johnson has turned out to be a formidable opponent. Not that she could evade me or anything, but she always seems to disappear in thin air. I managed to hack into her phone which she conveniently lost and got the dates and times for all of next months appointments. One of which just happened to be with Mr. Cullen next week.

For now, I am stuck with data analysis. I go through everything I know about Lauren. She is a 29 year old female. She lives in Seattle Washington by herself excepting the occasional boyfriend. She trust no one but herself with anything including her calendar. To everyone else, Lauren looks like the normal woman in the State Department. I know this to be untrue. Lauren does work for the State Department, but also works for the FBI.

She is a double agent. The problem with surveillance on a double agent is they're extremely careful. They always expect to be watched and take measures to prevent it. This means I have to get information from the inside. I have to go undercover, while undercover. I think Jamie is overdue for a phone call.

Picking up my phone I dial Jamie's private number. I have it on speed dial, but I want to stall even if it is just a few seconds. Jamie picks up on the second ring. She just has to ruin my plans.

"Bella. How nice of you to call. Is the mission on track?"

" Jamie. The mission is going well. I got into Carlisle Cullen's computer on Tuesday. Your information was not there but I found..."

I hesitate to tell Jamie about the email concerning my mother. Did she know about that. Is that what her information is about? Is that why she sent me on this mission? I don't understand why she wouldn't tell me. Either way, to get a new identity, I am going to have to tell Jamie something. That doesn't mean however that she needs all the info.

"...an email from someone named Lauren Johnson. She was speaking of safety of information that apparently Carlisle has. I believe that is ours. Lauren is a double agent. FBI. I need a new identity to infiltrate the State the Department. Possibly a new PA?"

Jamie seems slightly excited. " Excellent work Bella I will have the "new you" sent by tomorrow. Let me know of any more progress you get. Just one question how are you going to go to school and work at the State Department?"

"Just trust me Jamie. I'll take care of that, I just need some ID and maybe a new wardrobe. Maybe I can be a night janitor. Oh! Oh! Can I be a redhead this time? Last time I changed appearance you made me a grubby fat blonde. So not cool."

I can almost see Jamie roll her eyes. I grin. Of course Jamie knows that I am grinning.

"For a 143 year old girl, you act very childish. Besides that mission requires you to be a little ugly. It's not my fault that the Prime Minister of Canada had an ugly wife."

I giggle just a bit. "Talk later Jamie," I set the phone down. Mission accomplished. Well one mission accomplished. Glancing at the clock I see that is now 7:15. School starts in an hour. Another day of Edward and awesome history teachers. My life is really, really weird.

Having the same schedule as Edward is a curse and a blessing. On one hand, he is in a lot of AP classes. Surprising, but I guess under the mean exterior there is a smart boy. I am at least using my brain. On the other hand, I have to deal with him all day. Like right now. We are in English and he is droning on about the various sports that he has played and how much of an asset he is to them. I am staring at the clock by the door willing it to move faster.

Eventually I find that I am drifting off. The last week has been a little exhausting. I might as well take a nap. I already read Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream anyway. And with that, I give myself permission to sleep.

Something stirs me from my sleep, a brush of air across my skin. Still half asleep, my mind leaps to conclusions. Bullets, My mind screams, wiping the lingering fog from my mind. My body whirs into action and my eyes fly open.

Ouch. The lights are bright, but I still drop to the floor, reaching for the hidden knife in the bottom of my shoe. When my eyes adjust, I look around me. I was in a classroom. And everyone was staring at me. All of the chips fall into place and, I find myself staring straight into the eyes of Edward's girlfriend. In her hand, she is holding a straw. Spitballs. How professional. I let my hand fall down from my shoe.

"Ms. Swan, would you like to get back in your seat?" The teacher asks. I grab the straw out of Tanya's soft, pink-tipped hands and return to my seat. My heart is still racing and my ears hear everything as I sit down. My eyes constantly scan the room, jittery. Her friends snicker as she grins. So, it's going to be like that- I begin to think. Edward interrupts my thoughts.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" Edward says in a deathly quiet tone. His voice is low, angry, exasperated. There is something wrong with him today. As a spy it is my job to observe. He seems a bit too vulnerable. What caused this outburst? Tanya brilliant green eyes flinch and the smile melts off her face. The teacher continues droning on in the background, oblivious.

Tanya purses her ruby red lips and brushes back her platinum blonde hair seductively.

"Eddie," she murmurs, her eyes sickeningly sweet.

"No, Tanya. I've had it. We are not in elementary school." he spits. I almost feel bad for Tanya as Edward digs into her. It seems that his anger has been building for a while. This is not his normal self. He is usually cold and arrogant, but not to his friends and never in a viscous manner.

"And stop acting like you actually care. I know all the boys in this school would die to even sit near you, but they don't realize how freaking empty you are. You are just a pretty face that is available for whomever best suits your needs," He begins. One of Edward's friends interrupts him.

"Leave her alone will you?" he says. Edward turns to him.

"What the heck man?" He barks. The teacher is eyeing the confrontation but he still continues to drones on. "I can't deal with having this perfect star image with the beautiful blond girl hanging on my arm. I am not perfect. And neither is she. Why would you even do that?" He whips back around to face Tanya. "To anyone? Especially Bella. Bella did absolutely nothing to you. I am sick of all of these mind games. I'm sick of you. And don't you ever, call me Eddie again."

"Is there anything I can help you with?" The teacher asks. Edward's voice had risen too high. The entire room was tense as he sighed.

"No. There is absolutely nothing that you can help me with. Continue," Edward says. He flicks his hand rudely, telling the teacher to go on. The teacher stiffens up, but continues on.

Edward sinks into his seat. I was surprised at this lash out, he was defensive today. The clock ticked onward as the entire class ignores the teacher. They all were obviously feeling bad for Tanya. I wasn't though. She did not seem offended at all. She simply had a false pouty face on to soak up the attention like a sponge. Her friends patted her on the back comfortingly and she smiled sweetly towards them, pretending to be hurt. She is just a big act.

I felt bad for Edward, though. He was acting the villain, the tough guy. But then what was he trying to hide? If I had to guess, I'd assume it was from a past event. What happened to him?

When the bell rang, the class jumped at the opportunity to leave. I sat, releasing my breath. Edward did not move. Eventually, we were the only two left in class other than the teacher. I open my mouth to say the words that I had thought of the entire class. A few specially chosen ones that might reach through Edward's shield. I stand grabbing my bag as Edward stares blankly forward. Finally, I speak.

"Thank you-" I begin. He does not look. "For standing up for me."

He does not say anything, but I can see turmoil behind his blank eyes. I begin to walk out of the classroom. Pausing at the door, I say something that surprises me. The first part that I had said was only for the mission, but what I said next was oddly real.

"You don't have to be perfect," I say. Edward closes his eyes slowly, and opens them quickly. He seems shockingly vulnerable. They his face glosses over and he shrugs defensively. I walk out of the class.

In the hallways, I watch the girlfriend beginning to cry falsely. Her friends comfort her and I hear people digging into Edward. He' the villain. He's the bad guy. People love to point fingers. It is much easier to see behind a pointed finger, then you don't truly have to see.

Tanya looks up at me. I am standing still in the middle of the hallway. She wipes a stained tear from her eye, and she flashes a sly smile in my direction. I blink. After going to high school three times, it still surprises me how vicious people can truly be.

I continue walking, resisting the urge to dig into Tanya the same way Edward did, and enter the next class. I sit down in Edward's normal seat, as usual, but it just doesn't feel right. Pushing my bag back, I take the seat behind me.

The class begins, and the seat in front stays empty. No one cares to notice except me. I could imagine Jamie whispering in my ear: Don't mess up the mission by getting emotionally attached. Don't look for him. We just need the information. That is all. Don't raise your hand. Stay in class. Well Jamie, you were the one who said to make friends.

"May I use the restroom?" I ask the teacher. They shrug and I stand. Walking through empty hallways, I begin searching. Passing by the boy's bathroom, I hear an odd hiccuping sound followed by a sniff. Peeking my head through the door, I open my mouth to speak and I can hear Jamie yelling at me again. At the moment I don't care.

"Edward?" I call. The sound stops. I wait, but there is no response. I return to the classroom, feeling odd.

When the bell rings for lunch, I make my way down to the cafeteria. I sit in my normal seat among the jocks. They arrive without Edward. I eat my lunch complacently, laughing at their crude jokes and not responding as they dig into Edward. However, they stop suddenly when he sits down at the table. His face is a mask when they ask him where he was. His eyes look into mine fleetingly, wondering whether I would betray his secret. I stay silent, staring into my sandwich. He relaxes slightly.

"Wandering. I did not want to go to math, the teacher is a dunce," he says. The others nod and begin to joke around normally, falling into routine. After lunch is over, I stand up to leave. I jump when I feel Edward's hand wrapped around my wrist. I turn to him, unsure of what to expect. He simply sighs and says two words that I never expected him to be capable of saying.

"Thank you," He lets go and turns to his friends. They are oblivious. I walk away slowly, my mind processing in shock. Some humans are really horrible behind a sweet exterior, but it seems that even the hardest people have a heart.

I leap from my seat when the bell rings. Gym is next. Good, I could use some physical exercise. It may clear my head. I can't seem to get Edward's words out of my head. Thank you. I'm not perfect. Why would you even do that to her. To anyone. I hear an odd hiccuping sound followed by a sniff. he was crying in the bathroom. Edward Cullen was crying. Something is seriously wrong here.

A voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Did all that spit get to your head?" Tanya. Of course she would be in my gym class. Who does she think she is? I close my eyes for a brief second trying to calm the rage that folds over me like a blanket. When they reopen, a pair of angry green ones are locked with mine across the room. Edward's tenses, ready to jump up and come to my defense.

Sorry Edward. As sweet as that is, I am going to take the Barbie down. I raise my eyes to Tanya.

"Oh, I'm sorry were you speaking to me? I thought you were an orange Barbie. My mistake. Maybe try laying off the tanning spray so that it doesn't happen again."

"You-you-I...You have no idea who you're dealing with you freak. Just keep out of my sight. Your creepiness might wear off." My first instinct is to drop kick Tanya. Wipe that smug smirk off her face. Instead, I grin devilishly. Oh, Tanya you just started a war. And I am way more creeping than you give me credit for.

Just then the whistle blows, signaling Gym students to gather around the coach. I saunter over.

"Alright everyone, today we are going to do some fitness testing. You will be assigned a partner of the opposite gender so that friends cannot conspire," he pauses and glances around as if people were already plotting how to cheat. " You will have seven 2-minute tests to undertake. Once you and your partner finish join the game of dodgeball on the other end to the gym."

I find myself paired with Edward. Well at least it will be interesting. Maybe I can find out what happened to him.

" The first test is sprinting. You have 2 minutes to sprint as may lengths of the gym as you can. Your partner will count. I'll give to 30 seconds to consult with your partner," and with that, Coach left the scene. Well actually, he was still in the gym, but pretty much invisible. Most of the girls are busy trying to seduce their partner. I figure those who were not, are exceptionally smart.

Edward approached me warily. He seemed unsure what my reaction was going to be. I want to smile and reassure him that I was okay with him being my partner. Instead I remain silent and indifferent. " Hey," Edward smiled hesitantly.

"Do you want to go first?" I ask him.

" Sure,"

Just then the whistle blows and Edward takes off. I have to admit, he is fast. Nothing like me, of course. About a minute into Edward's test, I see Barbie Queen and her followers whispering in the corner. Edward hits his 17th length. Tanya glances once at me and then struts over to my side.

"Mind if I run next to you," I look at her suspiciously, then mentally shrug. I can take anything she throws at me.

"Sure,"

Tanya lines up beside me, looking like a complete dork. She is in a very crappy starting position. Her head tucked down, almost in her shirt. Bottom's in the air and arms right in front of her. Edward breezes by just as the whistle blows. 20 lengths. Not bad. Tanya throws a look at me. The coach starts to count down. I crouch. The whistle blows.

I am about to explode when Tanya's sandal clad foot pushes out and in between my feet. Really chick, you don't wear sandals to a gym class. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. At the moment. I have a more pressing emotion.

Anger bubbles up in me, threatening to take control. That's it! I have been patient. Tanya who is now ten feet ahead of me smirks over her shoulder. I could easily overtake her, but I bide my time. Patience Bella. Remember the reward.

I pretend to be trying to catch up. Unfortunately for me, Tanya is very slow. I can see it now. A big fat F on my gym class because I was slower than Tanya. Grrr. I finish the lengths with a brilliant score of 15. That is horrible, even for someone not trained as a spy.

Blake cocks his head to the side when I finish. I know he saw Tanya's attempt to trip me. He records my score, but I can see his curiosity. I lean towards him to reveal my plans.

"Gym is not over yet. We still have a dodgeball game,"

A slow knowing grin spreads across Blake's face. Oh, he's knows I'm evil, and I have no doubt that he'll help me.

Thanks for reading. My grammar is not as good in this chapters so feel free to let me know if you find a mistake. Reviews are loved as well as suggestions.

BJ