Ok, I apologise for the delay, but I've been busy (sort of). I do have another oneshot up, please check it out and REVIEW it and this because I love to hear your thoughts on my work!

When Lunch came around I was fully prepared to have to shield myself from flying balls of mush. Luckily though, by the time third period had ended, the snow had been replaced with rain which was disintegrating the slop on the floor from earlier.

I entered the cafeteria with a huge smile on my face. I hated getting wet, and thanks to my waterproof which I had packed today, I would be able to stay nice and dry today. My smile faded somewhat when I noticed exactly who was sitting at that table on the other side of the room.

Bella had rejoined us. My stomach started churning and my palms got sweaty. I wasn't entirely sure whether this reaction was from fear or elation, but biology now held a smidgen more interest for me. I decided just to get a drink, to try and help settle the belly which now held a thousand Amazon butterflies inside of me.

As I surveyed the Cullen table, I couldn't quite pinpoint a slight difference which I could feel. None of their appearances had changed, apart from maybe they were more flushed from the cold, though I was sure that wasn't it. They weren't even acting strangely. Jasper and Alice were chatting whilst watching Emmett shaking his wet and snowy hair at Rosalie and Bella. All the normal things that teenagers do. I studied Bella's laughing face. This was the first time I had ever seen her face be anything other than neutral or hating. The sheer beauty of her nearly took my breath away.

I spent the rest of Lunch alternating between listening to Mike griping about not being able to have his planned snowball fight, and watching Bella. A few times she would look over to our table, and I would avert my eyes, trying to avoid her, in case she was glaring at me again.

"Edward?" I heard Mike say my name, and I looked up from my food. He frowned "Bella Cullen is staring at you," he finally said, and I suppressed the urge to laugh out loud. It was so obvious that he was jealous, by the way his lips were pressed together tightly, and the way he was ignoring Jessica. "Why does it matter?" I asked him, trying to keep my voice from showing the laughter I felt. "Umm. . .I thought that she hated you, you know, with the thing in the office. . ." was his reply, and I simply shook my head before telling him that it didn't matter, and that Bella could think what she liked.

I stood up and walked over to biology. Thankfully Bella and I's desk was still unoccupied, so at least I'd have a few minutes to gather my thoughts before I had to sit next to her for an hour. I sat down and took out my things. I arranged them absent-mindedly into a tower, largest first, pencil case in top.

Finally, a minute before the bell was due to ring, Bella walked in with a totally expressionless face. As she sat down, she rearranged it into an open, friendly smile. But her eyes gave her away, they were taught and strained. I wondered if she'd had an argument with her family.

"I'm Bella Cullen," she said, thawing the ice slightly, "I'm sorry that we were never properly introduced last week, and so I thought that maybe we could start afresh?" Her tone was perfectly polite, and didn't give away the fact that just last week she had sent me a death glare almost strong enough to actually kill me. Choosing to overlook that fact, I answered, "Sure, let's bury the hatchet. I'm Edward Swan, although you probably already knew that from the amount of gossip in this town." She laughed then, filling my ears with a warm, rich tinkling kind of sound. "That's true, Edward, in the week before you arrived people were barely talking about anything else," she agreed with me.

Mr Banner called the class to attention then, and began starting us on today's project. In pairs we had to separate slides of union root tip cells into the phases of mitosis that they represented and label them. We weren't supposed to use our books, though I suspected that some of the people who were more. . .occupied with other things during class time may cheat. We had twenty minutes to do it in.

Bella began to set things out, so I concentrated on plugging in the microscope and turning it on, hoping that I wasn't too slow for her.

We worked mainly in silence, only announcing the correct name, simply so that Bella could write it in her flawless handwriting.

While she wasn't looking, I examined her face. I couldn't pinpoint a difference, except that perhaps she didn't have any more bruises under her eyes. That was good, because it might mean that she was getting a better night's sleep.

"You didn't seem to be very happy about the snow this morning," Bella stated. "No, I come from Phoenix, so I'm not really a big fan of the wet and cold. I was actually pleased when Mike couldn't go ahead with his planned Snowball fight." Bella laughed at that. "If you don't like the cold, why come here? I know you have family here, but if you don't like the weather. . ."

"My mom's new husband plays Baseball for a living, so he moves around a lot and my mom doesn't get to see him very often. So I decided to up and come here. Spend time with my dad, and my mom gets to spend time with Phil. Everyone's happy."

"So, how is Charlie to live with?" She asked me. I was surprised that she would be asking about my family, but I told her, "He's quite laid back, if you know what I mean. He's easily pleased, just put a game of Baseball on the tv and a take-out on his lap, and that's him happy for the night.

"And why, exactly does all this matter. . .?" I hinted. Bella's eyebrows smushed together, and she appeared to think about it for a minute. "That's a very good question," she murmured.

Pretty soon after, Mr Banner showed us the answers, with illustrations to match. I marked our sheet without really paying attention to what I was doing. I looked down at the sheet at the amount of ticks, and noticed that we had got them all right. The bell rang, and, like last week, Bella was packed and away before me.

Jessica skipped over and helped me pack away. You could almost see the golden halo that she imagined was on her head. "Did you find that easy?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at me. "Well, I did this before, at my old school, so I knew what I was looking for." I answered shortly, hoping that she would leave me alone. But no, she followed me out of the classroom. "Wow Edward, you must be so clever, I could barely tell them apart."

"Thank you, Jess, but I need to be off for gym." I told her, and without waiting for a reply I walked away to the sports hall.

Sports didn't hold my interests much, and I acted automatically, without thinking.

As I was walking out to the truck, I noticed that it had started snowing again. I hoped that it wouldn't continue throughout the night. Ice and me weren't the best of pals.

As I passed the Cullen car, The idea of ramming them slightly, just to teach them a lesson, flickered through my brain. I dismissed it immediately. My truck could probably do more damage than I thought.

So, good, bad, horrible? Anyway, I was thinking that we could start doing reviewer interaction, where you lot ask me a random question and I answer in an a/n? What do ya think?

To those of you who didn't want BPOV, I'm going to start a separate story for some BPOV, so read if you wish, but if you don't want BPOV you don't have to bother.

Anyway, enjoy your holidays, I will try to update more often now that there's no school, so there shouldn't be so many gaps in updates.

C'ya!

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