Bella POV

When I woke up Wednesday, something felt... not wrong, but... off. I stood up and made my way to the window where, sure enough, the sun was shining; an anomaly in Forks.

All day I was nervous. Did Edward know what Alice had told me? Would he be looking at me with the same curious and frustrated (and beautiful) eyes?

As I walked into the cafeteria, I frowned. None of the Cullens were sitting at their table in the corner of the cafeteria. In fact, I didn't see them anywhere.

Maybe they had all gotten sick. I thought, after all, they live together. But in the back of my head a voice was nagging at me. Would they really all get sick at the same time?

I ate a quick lunch consisting of a salad and some French fries. Mike tried to talk with me again, so I just nodded and smiled at the right intervals, not really listening to what he was saying.

Without Edward sitting next to me, biology seemed monotonous and repetitive; As if each sentence was the same as the last.

The worst part was: he wasn't there on Thursday either. None of his family was there.

On Friday the rain had returned, and I walked into the cafeteria without expectations and as wet as ever. I almost turned around and walked out again. Edward Cullen, along with tiny Alice, statuesque Rosalie, huge Emmett and not-as-big-but-still-muscular Jasper, was sitting at his normal table.

I got a bottle of lemonade and walked over to my usual table. Mike asked at least three times if I was feeling alright, but I just ignored him completely.

When I finally gathered up the courage, I looked up to Edward's table. He was sitting across from Alice and next to Emmett. None of them were talking, or eating, just staring away, seemingly at nothing in particular.

Then Edward turned his head so he was looking at Alice, his lips seemed to be moving very quickly, like he was talking at two or three times a normal speed. Then he looked up at me.

The circles under his eyes seemed lighter and his eyes looked a bit brighter. But they continued to search my eyes for an answer they obviously couldn't find before.

There was only five minutes left in lunch, so I threw away my lemonade and walked to biology. I sat down and started doodling on the back of my notebook. I wasn't paying attention to exactly what I was drawing, but after a few minutes I realized that it was a figure, walking. It was Edward looking over his shoulder, on Tuesday as he had walked away.

I heard a chuckle and turned my head. Edward Cullen was sitting in his seat next to me, staring at my journal.

I blushed and flipped my journal over.

"Sorry," I muttered, keeping my eyes on my folder.

"Don't be; that was a very good drawing." He said.

I looked up at him, into his golden-topaz eyes. "Thanks," I managed to utter.

After another few minutes of awkward silence, the bell rang and Mr. Banner rolled in a TV and a VCR. I tried to watch the video, which was on cell division, but I couldn't keep my eyes on the screen for more then a few seconds. I kept glancing over at Edward, whose pale features looked even whiter in the pale light coming off the TV.

After gym I headed home, my trucks loud engine blocking out all other noise. When I got home there was a message on the telephone.

"Hey, Bella, it's Charlie. It looks like I'm going to be getting home a little late tonight. I think you should go to Port Angeles; you said you wanted to buy more books. Don't worry about my dinner, I'll order some pizza. Bye"

I walked upstairs and switched my wallet out of my backpack and into a purse. I grabbed another jacket in case it got cold and walked outside again.

The air in the truck was still pretty warm from my ride home, but I turned up the heat and drove off.

About halfway there I noticed some smoke coming out of the bulbous hood of my truck. It was thick and dark grey, spreading out into the air and impairing my vision. I veered off the road and onto the shoulder.

Shoot! I don't have a cell phone and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere. I thought after inspecting the damage. I felt some wet on my cheek. Great! Now its raining too; anther thing to add to my list of reasons to hate Forks.

That was when one of the only things I like about Forks rounded the bend and pulled over: Edward in his silver Volvo.