I only own Ian. I also apologize for any typing errors/unexplained P.O.V. switches (thankfully, this is the last chapter I wrote before the story was switched to first person.) To make up for the lack of an update, I will post two chapters (including this one) today. R&R.

Bella P.O.V.

I am disappointed to find that Ian is in not only mine and Edward's fifth hour Chemistry class, but also in my seventh hour pre calc class.

Throughout chemistry, Ian stares at me, every so often glancing at Edward, who is sitting next to me. Every time my golden eyes meet his green ones, I can tell he is concentrating. And that what he is concentrating on is important. I can tell because it is making Edward uncomfortable, but I am slightly wary of asking Edward what it is, because I'm not sure if I want to know. I do, however, whisper so quickly and quietly Ian probably thinks I'm talking to myself, "I think you make him nervous."

"Good," is Edward's reply. Three minutes, four seconds—by my calculations—later, the bell ending fifth hour rings. Edward and I pick up our things and walk out the door with a deliberate slowness that agitates both of us.

Noticing Edward's contemplative look, I ask, "Are you planning on telling me what you're thinking about?"

"No…"

Then Ian walks past, still staring at me. Staring so intently, in fact, that he walks into the principal as he walks out of his office. "Watch where you're going, Masters!" The principal reprimands him, and I giggle.

Later that afternoon, I walk into my pre calculus class… only to find that the only open seat is next to Ian. I seriously consider just turning and walking back out and skipping seventh hour entirely today. However, when Ian waves me over, because the teacher has seen me and I have no other options, I reluctantly sit down next to him.

I can't help but notice that nearly all the other girls in the class are glaring enviously at me; it is obvious Ian is one of the most popular guys in the school. And, unfortunately, he has decided to focus his attentions on me.

"How are you a sophomore, Bella?" he asks as soon as I sit down.

I do my best to look confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you were friends with Amelia years ago. You should have graduated already."

"I still don't know what you are talking about." I say, then, as if something is dawning on me, I add, "Your sister Amelia, you mean? I met her approximately three times. I was friends with Amber at one point…but not close friends…I'd be surprised if she even remembers me. Which brings something else up; how do you remember me?"

I seem so sincerely confused, Ian begins to get confused as well. "But… I thought…" and he trails off as the teacher begins to speak. My reversal of who was asking the questions has gone perfectly.

At the end of class, Ian says to me, "I was wondering, do you have anything planned on Friday night?"

Knowing what he was after, I say, "Sorry to disappoint, but I have a boyfriend." Afterwards I hear the other girls listening into the conversation shake their heads, most likely in disbelief.

"Well then. If you won't go out with me…I want you to realize that I know something's up with you and your family, Isabella Cullen. And that I have every intention of finding out what it is. What, I wonder, could tie you so closely to an adopted family? I watched you guys at lunch; none of you reacted in a surprised manner to what anyone else at your table said or did. And you're all too different to get along that well. So, just as a warning, I will find out what's going on." He threatens.

I don't respond, as he was obviously sure I would. I am busy wondering what he lacks in his internal makeup that makes him so outgoing and… obnoxious in his contact with what he should have instinctually known to be his predators. Yes, I had lacked that same device, but Edward and I know it has something to do with our being soul mates. When it is obvious I don't intend to respond, Ian turns on his heel and stalks out of the room. And, as he leaves, I think he hears me mutter under my breath, "I highly doubt you will figure us out… After all, you have no Jacob. Besides, if you did figure it out, we might be forced to kill you." I say it just loud enough for Ian to hear it. But I still say it so most likely just figures that he has imagined it. But it still manages to send shivers down his spine.

Edward P.O.V.

As Bella walks out of her class, she looks as if she is at ease, as if she has effectively dealt with Ian for the time being. I cast about the halls for a trace of his thoughts, but they have disappeared. Ah well, if he becomes too big of a problem, we can always move again. Not that anyone would be to happy about that.

We walk slowly out to her Ferrari, and she doesn't look like she particularly wants to tell me the details of the conversation she has obviously just had with Ian. Nessie and Jake soon arrive, following Alice, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper. We crawl into the back of the car, Jake and Nessie get in the front.

When we arrive at home, Carlisle is thinking about one of the doctors at the hospital he now works at. Carlisle is trying to figure him out. He, like Ian, didn't try to avoid the vampire he came in contact with. And, on top of that, he seemed as if he had seen so much of the world that nothing could really surprise him.

As we walk into the house, Carlisle says to everyone, "I would sincerely appreciate it if none of you would make plans on Thursday night around six thirty. One of the doctors I work with invited me to dinner. When I tried to decline, he insisted and I couldn't think of a polite way to turn him down. Then he said that he had heard I had quite a few teenagers and insisted you all come as well."

"What's his name?" Bella asks curiously.

"De Silva." Alice says immediately, "His wife's name is Susannah." Bella looks confused for a moment as if trying to remember something before grinning slightly, as if the name brings back some vague but pleasant memory from her past.