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Ok so here goes, thanks to all of you who've reviewed, but I need MORE!

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Disclaimer: do people always have to write these?

Me: I own TWILIGHT yay!

Edward: *appears magically* Lily, you don't, Stephanie Meyer does.

Me: Liar! I do!

Edward: No you don't.

Me: Yes I do! Besides, your meant to be fictional, quit lecturing me!

Edward: Hmm… you've got a point *vanishes*

Me: NOOO!! Edward come back!

Stephenie Meyer: *appears, out of helicopter with two verylarge security people* Lily, admit you don't own Twilight. *Security people, raise guns!*

Me: *squeaks* I don't own Twilight…

Stephenie Meyer: That's what I thought. *vanishes back into helicopter*

Me: *sobs a lot.*

Anyway, on with this:

What happened last chapter:

Eventually my tears dried up, I forced myself to get up off the bed, it's blankets strewn across and sheet twisted, I decided to have a shower, to clear my mind.

The hot water poured down me, I put it on full power, only then could I convince myself that the hot water running down myself was from the shower, not from my own tears.

The Wonderful Subject of Maths.

Once I was dry and dressed I looked at the clock.

7am, still too early for school, but at least it was a respectable time to make my father breakfast.

I gently crept downstairs, into the kitchen -which thankfully had boxes unpacked- and started to boil some eggs, the familiar smell filling up the kitchen.

Suddenly I realised I hadn't eaten since yesterday morning and, abruptly I was starving! I cooked eggs for my father, but made pancakes for myself, looking at my time table whilst I ate them fervently.

I had English, Maths, Chemistry, Art and finally Gym. Ugh… Gym, I groaned internally, I hated that. I wasn't bad at it, just didn't like the competitive atmosphere, the pushing shoving and… the stretching. Despite the fact that I could run, for miles without being tired and the fact that I was good at most sport, I had one vital flaw. One immensely embarrassing flaw.

I couldn't touch my toes!

It was just physically impossible for me, however much I tried, my attempts were always abortive. There must be something seriously wrong with me, not touching toes… it was abnormal!

My dad came in the room, his eyes zoning in on the eggs and giving me an appreciative smile. He didn't talk too much in the mornings. He was like me. Mornings were not our most active or happy times of the day; what with the prospect of school, tedium of the day ahead, constant drivel from others, the… well, list went on.

I glanced a look at the clock again, 7:30 now, I gave my dad a quick kiss on the cheek, before running out into the rain, my school bag, hanging loosely on my shoulder. The clothes I was wearing, were slightly more sensible than the day before, a light cream top and a hyacinth blue cardigan, kept me much warmer than the day before, accompanied with a less shrunken pair of worn out jeans.

The drive to Forks High School was a pleasant one. The views kept most of my thoughts at bay, and instead I thought about happier things, ones including: Edward Cullen…

I didn't understand him. He-along with his entire family- was beautiful, perfect in every sense. He, was evidently in love with Bella, the pretty girl who'd hurt Angela, who'd been tactless, who'd- there I was again! Judging her. But still, Edward evidently loved Bella; that was clear just by his stance around her, the way his hand had carefully been placed around her waist, as if, to sweep her away if danger was near.

So Bella was in love with Edward.

Edward was in love with Bella.

They were soul mates, perfect for each other, both intelligent, both beautiful, nothing could separate them.

Great.

I'd arrived at school now and with a small sigh, I stopped thinking about Edward, after all, so far, he seemed to hate me.

Gently lifting my bag I stepped out into the rain.

And, was immediately whipped underneath an umbrella. I turned around, shocked. I didn't really care much about the rain, my hair was nothing special, I couldn't care less if it got wet.

"Lucie!" trilled a voice, easily recognisable by the wind chime tune.

"Alice!" I said smiling, turning to face her pixie like face. She pulled my hand briskly and we walked towards the warm. We walked through the doors and into the main entrance. I saw Jessica and Angela by the lockers and was about to greet them, when I noticed Alice. "Alice, there's really no need for the umbrella, you know…" I pointed out, we'd been inside for at least two minutes now. She turned to me, and now her expression was blank, her eyes unfocused. She swayed slightly, gripping my arm for support. What was wrong with her?! I was alarmed, she just stood there, icy and frozen..."Alice…" I said, unable to keep the worry out of my voice, her eyes were moving rapidly now, darting back an forth, and she was shaking.

The instant I said her name however, the blonde male: Jasper, was at her side. Where had he come from? He shot me a cold look, a deathly one, and gently lifted Alice by her elbows, walking hurriedly across the hall. With Alice by his side.

It had only taken a matter of seconds.

And there I stood, staring.

What had just happened? Why did Jasper now look like he was… like he wanted to hurt me. And why had Alice stood there, frozen and detached, had she had a fit? Was it epilepsy?

I felt footsteps walk towards me, a hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Lucie? Lucie, you okay, you look like you've seen a ghost!" said a voice, but it was distant to me, I was lost in thought. Then though, the hand slid from my shoulder to my face, resting on my forehead.

"wh-what are you-doing?" the words tumbled out my mouth. I tried to draw back, but whoever was holding me was strong, the grip wouldn't budge. I looked up, my eyes frantic. It was the blonde boy I'd met yesterday, Mike Newton.

"Checking your temperature." he stated, looking at me with a critical eye. "Your really pale Lucie, you sure your okay, I think you should go to the nurse." he said, still staring at me. Ugh! What was it with this place and 'going to the nurse,' this had happened twice now.

"N- no!" I stammered pulling out of Mike's grip, he seemed reluctant to let go, but still kept staring at me.

"Lucie, your as white as a sheet, you can't go to class now." He protested, trying to hold my hand.

I was saved, the bell rang, causing Mike to look up, and me to practically run to my first class, English.

I needed to think. The back of the English class was the perfect place. We were studying Macbeth, and I was grateful, in the last two years I studied Romeo & Juliet, more times than I could count, and to be honest I was getting sick of it. Juliet thought she had it bad…she should try living my life for a day (okay, admittidly i hadn't died...yet.)

I looked around the room, it was dark, we were watching the dramatisation of it, but it wasn't dark enough for me not to see.

Across the class was Edward, next to Bella, they were holding hands.

I felt a knot twist in my stomach.

What was it about the Cullens? Even Isabella Swan intrigued me, something wasn't right, I could tell. The way Edward had looked at me in Trigonometry, when I'd talked about Alice; the way Jasper had looked; Alice, shaking. Something was going on around them and I was going to find out.

The lights came back on, I hadn't written any notes through the film, time had passed quickly again. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward and Bella unlink there hands, I knew they hadn't taken notes either.

Angela chatted happily to me whilst we walked to Maths, she stopped though, walking into Jessica's class, I was going to have to brave Maths alone.

I walked through the door, this time I didn't bother to ask where I should sit, instead I walked towards the back of the class, to a table with no partner. The Math's lesson, like Trig, was easy, absently I looked up, having finishing the work, before the time allocated, a lot before the time had been allocated. It had only been 10 minutes.

Someone was at the door, it didn't take long for me to guess who, his voice drifted in, making birds' song sound atrocious compared to its intensity.

Edward walked in and stared at me. Quickly I averted my eyes back to my work, pretending to finish more questions, my heart quickening. Was it just me, or were his foot steps getting closer?

"Mind if I sit here?" asked the fluid voice, as flawless as silk.

"No, of course not." I said, inwardly cursing the blush forming around my cheeks. He sat down and chuckled, my heart leapt at the sound. What was wrong with me? Why did I enjoy a throaty sound coming deep from inside his chest. "What's so funny?" I asked in a whisper, careful to keep my hair covering most of my blush.

"You've finished already." he stated, looking at my work.

"Yeah, it's not very hard."

"Easy for you to say, you do realise this is meant to last you the whole lesson?" he commented, taking a pen out of his bag and scribbling down equations. I was glad, when he looked at his work; he couldn't see how red I was.

"Well, true, but you wouldn't tell Mr Banner now, would you?" I teased watching him work.

"Hmm… as a matter of fact I could do that, it'd be interesting to see how he'd cope when finding a child prodigy." he said, his work was finished, it'd been only two minutes. So why was there a whole mass of quadratic equations listed neatly in his book?

"You wouldn't dare!" I hissed lowly, "and besides, you've finished faster than me, and I'm not a child!"

He laughed again, and leaned across to whisper in my ear. His breath smelt sweet against my skin, like honey and it tickled, making me shiver involuntarily, but not due to the cold.

"Between you and me, Mr Banner is better off not knowing about my Math's skills, or yours for that matter and as for you being a child, well, you're not 18 yet are you?" he leaned back in his chair again, triumphant.

"Yes, but I'm not exactly a child am I, what with having these so called 'Maths skills'" I countered.

"Fine, your not a child." he said, his tone was still implying there was more though, and sure enough, he added in a whisper: "you can be an angry teenager, if that's what you'd prefer."

"I'd love it!" I said, knowing that winning an argument with him would be impossible.

"Good," he said and stared at me, intensifying the blush that had only just started to fade. Ugh curse you, oversensitive emotions, always giving me away! I mentally shouted, but then I remembered something.

"Edward…" I asked, timid, afraid of his reaction.

"Yes?" he said raising an eyebrow.

"Do mind telling me…why..why..you…" I trailed off, scared of his reaction, his mood was so amiable and charming at the moment, I didn't want to ruin it; like yesterday.

"Why I…?" he prompted. My words tumbled out in a long gush.

"Why, you just left yesterday? What did I say? Do you not want Alice to talk with me? Or, is it Jasper or-" but he cut me off, shaking his head.

"Lucie, why wouldn't I want you and Alice to be friends?" he asked his voice sincere.

"It's just, you, well left and then-"

"I'm sorry about that, it was…," it was his turn to struggle with words now. "Well, I'll tell you the truth, it was just something Alice said, that bit in French I mean." he said it hurriedly and frowned slightly.

"Que vivra verra?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," he said, calmly "do you know what it means?"

"No."

"It means…" he said, evidently wondering whether to tell me. I stared back at him now, into his eyes, they were more gold than the day before, was that possible? A warm shade of butterscotch, scorching, brilliantly beautiful.

"Yes?" I breathed once again, unable to look away.

"Time will tell…" he said, but his tone implied I shouldn't say more about it.

"I see," I said, not understanding at all.

"Do you?" he whispered, and there was pain in his voice, "Do you really?"

"…well, no?" I said, confused. At this however, his expression brightened and he smiled at me.

"Good, neither do I, Alice, she can be a bit weird sometimes that girl." He stated, as if the conversation had meant nothing to him. Yet it had meant so much to me…

"I know! For some reason, she found it essential to put me under her umbrella this morning, I'd only just got out the car." I said, trying to change the topic, but Edward, ever intelligent remembered my earlier comment.

"Wait, hang on-what did you mean earlier, about Jasper?" but before I could reply, Mr Banner was beside our desk, his face scowling.

"Talking are we? Mr Cullen, Miss…"

"Lucie, Lucie Raven." said Edward automatically, he'd remembered my second name? at this Mr Banner just sighed impatiently and whipped out Edward's book from beneath his hands.

"Well, well," he said, as his eyes raked the work, "finished again have we, Mr Cullen?"

"Yes sir." said Edward innocently.

"And, you Miss Raven?" he asked, raising both his, abnormally bushy eyebrows, the look on his face suggested he doubted it.

"Yes, I've finished Mr Banner." I said, with dignity, annoyed that he clearly doubted me. His eyes widened as he scanned through the work, out of the corner of my eye I saw Edward grin. Half the class had turned round now, watching the scene.

"Hmmpff," was all he said, before adding in a stage whisper, "in future, Mr Cullen, I do not want you to let miss Haven here copy your notes."

"I didn't-" but Edward cut me off.

"Her last name is Raven sir, like the bird? And besides, I didn't let her copy me, she'd finished before I did." sniggers from around the class proceeded this comment; I glanced back at Mr Banner's face, which was now turning red.

"Is that so? Well…" he trailed off, before mumbling "Just, hurry up and do some extra work on it." he was evidently embarrassed. It made my own face have a grin of its own.

"Thanks." I whispered gratefully to Edward as Mr Banner began scratching some extra work on the board.

"Any time," he replied, and then said in an even lower whisper. "honestly, one of these days, I may have to kill that man. Preferably with…a spoon!"

I stifled my laughter as best I could before, the bell rang, saving me.

"Bye, Lucie." called Edward, and my heart did a little summersault when he said my name.

"Bye." I said, a little too late and too low for him to hear. I was very, very, very happy. I'd just spent a whole lesson with Edward, with only one little interruption by the evil Mr Banner and Edward didn't seem to hate me.

Now, I officially loved Maths.

Ta da!

SOOO what did you think? I was going to keep you hanging on what Alice said in French, but I couldn't resist. (let's just say…it implies more than it seems!…)

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