Edward's POV

Fears.

I grumbled as I glared at the topic of the day. I pulled out my piece of paper since Emmett was still sick, and I had no distractions. A scoff came out from the back of my throat. It was the sound of disgust, because I didn't want to talk about my fears. I sighed, knowing that I had to, and thanked God that I had a cool pen pal who would, hopefully, not laugh at me.

Iz,
I gotta be honest with you, I don't even think my mom knows my fears. Outside of the geese, of course. Like my real fears, the legit ones. I don't think anyone does, except for maybe a few friends. I might have let some slip out one drunken night. But I guess I can tell you, cause I mean really. Who are you gonna tell? Well, you could tell people, but it really wouldn't matter cause you don't know who I am. Now that I think about it, this is kind of cool. It's kind of a relief that I can tell someone something like this and it not be a big deal. So here it goes. My fear is failure. I have plans for after high school, none that involve going to colleges. My plans are much bigger than that, but I am scared shitless that it won't work out. I don't wanna end up some thirty year old guy who works a desk job that he hates. That's why I'm chasing my dreams, and all I have to say is that I hope they work out.
Anthony.

PS, I don't think I've said this yet, but thanks for being so cool.

With twenty minutes left of class, I doodled in the margins of my paper, drawing cartoons and music notes since I had already told Iz how much I love music. When the bell finally rang, I stuffed my letter in the envelope, wrote Iz's name across the front, and handed it to Armstrong.

I stood at my locker waiting for Alice and Jasper, the way I did every day. My phone vibrated in my pocket, so I pulled it out seeing I had a text from Emmett that asked if I could drop his homework off. I told him I would, even though I don't even know why he was asking. It's not like he was actually going to do it.

Bella was standing at her locker with Rosalie, Angela, Mike, and a few people I didn't know, or care to know. I sighed, wishing that she was by herself so I could talk to her. Bella was friends with the type of people who looked down on people like me.

She caught my gaze, and smiled. I returned it as I watched all three of her friends follow her eyes, to me. Angela and Mike glared, and Rosalie smiled briefly before turning back to Bella. I saw Bella roll her eyes at something Angela said and walk towards me.

"Were you checking me out?" she asked playfully.

"You caught me." I said as I noticed her friends were staring at us.

Bella looked over her shoulder at them, rolled her eyes, and then focused her attention back on me. "Don't worry about them, they're just douches. Well not Rose, she's cool. The other two are douches."

"Then why do you hang out with them?"

"Who says I do?" she said with a smirk and upped her eyebrows.

"Aren't you friends with them?" I asked, becoming confused.

"Edward, there is such a thing as a one sided friendship."

A smile took over my lips as Bella smiled at me.

"How about I walk you to trig again?" I asked.

"I'd like that."

Bella's POV

I placed my hand over my mouth as I yawned widely. I rubbed my sleepy eyes as I started reading Anthony's letter again. My eyelids were drooping from the lack of sleep that was suddenly catching up with me. Between tennis, school, studying, and all the family drama that had been taking place I barely had time to sleep.

I sighed when I saw the topic was fears. Somehow this felt fitting, since mine was coming true. I was thankful that Anthony had taken this topic seriously, because that meant that I could too. I shot Rose a smile, which she returned and took out a piece of paper.

Anthony,
I guess I should start by saying that I really hope that the dream you're chasing comes true. I understand completely what you mean about not wanting to live a life you hate. I get that, honestly. As for me, well my fear is currently coming true. I'm sure I've told you how important my family is to me. My biggest fear is my family falling apart. I haven't told anyone yet, cause I know they'll make a huge deal out of it. I don't need people feeling sorry for me, all I need is someone to talk to. It just sucks, you know? I don't know if your parents are still married of divorce, I hope they're still married. Because I would never want someone to have to do through what I am. But it's whatever, I guess. There's nothing I can do about it. So now that this is happening, I guess I'm officially fearless.
Iz.

PS, I'm glad that you're cool too and I loved the doodles.

"Do you wanna come over tonight to study for chemistry?" Rosalie asked me when the bell rang.

"Yeah, forsure. I need to study so bad."

"Okay, Mike and Angela are coming over."

I scrunched my face up and Rosalie laughed.

"Just come over after practice." She said.

"I will." I replied and walked into the girls locker room.

Practice seemed ten times harder then it usually did. Maybe it was because I was so tired that I really didn't care, or maybe it was because it was a running day. Either way, five o'clock didn't come fast enough. After practice was over, I went back to the locker room to change back to my regular clothes and made my way outside.

I sat on a bench, trying to get everything in my tennis bag, without dropping my phone. I crammed my dirty practice clothes, racket, and extra tennis balls in there, along with my tennis shoes. I then sat down on the bench, and quickly texted Tiffy telling her that I would be over soon.

"You look exhausted."

My head snapped up and I saw Edward walking towards me.

"Are you nicely telling me that I look like shit?" I asked as I brushed my bangs out of my face.

"Never." He said and sat down beside me. "Tough practice?" he asked.

I nodded, and yawned again.

"Are you waiting for a ride?"

"No, just trying to get enough energy to walk to my car." I said as I pointed to my red focus.

Edward laughed lightly and stood up. He picked up my tennis bag, and slung it over his shoulder, wobbling slightly since it was so heavy. "C'mon." he said.

I groaned as I stood up, only to have Edward scoop me up off my feet. He smirked down at me, as he carried me bridal style through the parking laugh. I laughed loudly, telling him that he could put me down, but he refused until we were at my car. I unlocked my car, and Edward threw my bag in the backseat.

"Thank you." I said with a smile

He shrugged. "Not a problem."

An awkward silence fell over us and Edward scratched the back of his neck, as I looked down at my shoes, allowing my bangs to fall into my face.

"So I guess I'll see you at Alice's on Saturday."

"Yeah, definitely."

"I'll see you later Bella."

"Bye Edward."