A/N: Still with me? Good, I don't have much to say cept that I still don't own Twilight *epic sigh*. Happy Reading! Oh and reviews are like the Liberal Democrats getting into office (AMAZING :D)

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Chapter Three: BPOV

How fucking dare she?

I was sat round the back of the library on the grass crying a little too loudly.

No one could see me from the path and for that I was glad, I was free to cry and fall to pieces in private.

I sobbed into my knees, and rocked myself back and forth.

How could she mention him?

In front of Alice... In front of Edward...

Edward ...

He was lovely, polite and absurdly gorgeous.

And he looked at me, a lot.

And God, that smile.

And now I'd blown the chance to ever get to know him better by acting like a goddamn crazy person.

I sniffed loudly as the sobs slowly subsided. I rose slowly wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my hoodie and taking deep breathes to clear my head.

I missed Jacob so much.

Too much.

When he and Ch-Charlie, I mentally stuttered over the name, left to go fishing in La Push I never realised that'd be the last time I saw them.

I clutched at my chest to try and ease the fresh wave of pain that threatened to overwhelm me. I felt like my heart was being ripped apart at the seams. I took a cleansing breath and left my hidey hole and pushed forward to Biology.

I entered the classroom and saw that my usual empty desk was already occupied, by none other than Edward Cullen.

Humiliation washed through me and I felt the blush creep up my neck and paint my cheeks. He probably thought I was crazy, like everyone else in this school.

I sighed, resigned, and went to sit next to him; pulling out my notebook I stared at the front of the classroom waiting for Mr Banner to begin the lecture.

"Bella?" I turned my head toward his angelic voice, his bright green eyes shone with concern. "Are you alright?"

I was staggered by the depth of emotion I saw in his eyes, and it left me speechless. So I simply nodded and tried to smile, but I don't think I was very convincing because his perfect brow furrowed.

He raised his hand and moved it slowly across the table toward me, before my mind managed to make sense of his actions his large cold had covered mine, squeezing gently. A pretty normal thing to do in the circumstances but my hand tingled deliciously where his skin touched mine; as if an electric current had passed through his fingertips to mine. I jerked my hand back, and he clenched his into a fist. Desire washed through me. Strong and instinctive. Followed almost immediately by guilt.

It's not fair of me to feel desire, or happiness, not when Jake can't.

Jake...

I swallowed down the lump in my throat and blinked my eyes to try and fend off the impending tears. Taking a deep breath I looked up at Edward and watched his eyes darken slowly.

The unmarred concern I saw in his eyes not a moment before was replaced by something else entirely.

Anger.

I instinctively shied away from it and cringed away from him in my seat.

I turned and faced the board again. Mr Banner was rambling on about mitosis or something along those lines. We'd been studying this same subject for nearly two weeks now, I wish my classmates could just open a text book and keep up to be honest.

I took notes anyway, knowing that if I didn't I'd regret it later. I moved my hair over my right shoulder effectively creating a barrier between me and my neighbour. It was an unconscious gesture but somehow it offended Edward. Out of the corner of my eye, I daren't look at him in the face for fear of upsetting him again, I saw his posture shift. He moved his chair slightly so there was a good 6 inches between his arm and mine, which is difficult considering the close proximity of our seating positions.

Fuck.

Was he so thoroughly repulsed when he touched me? I didn't force him to.

My face fell into a subconscious pout.

I had enough trouble with people disliking me, without chasing them out.

Maybe if I spoke to him we could sort things out, and we could progress to, if not friends, at least acquaintances. I could apologise for whatever I did to offend him and everything would be fine.

I could only hope.

Mr Banner dismissed the class five minutes early that day and I think he became the hero of half the class. I smiled because now I could talk to Edward without making him or myself late, I turned toward his seat with a smile ready to apologise and he was gone.

I looked up to see his backpack leaving the room; I hadn't even heard him get up. I must have really upset him and I felt absolutely wretched as I stood up and trudged out the door and toward Gym.

Perfect.