You really don't need to here what I was going to say since you already know.

Edward's POV

The weekend came and went, as did Alice's party and I was disappointed because Bella wasn't there. She had been telling me all week that she would be, but she never showed. I even stayed sober just to make sure that I wouldn't miss her, or make a fool out of myself if she did show up. The things I go through just to try to impress a girl.

"I can honestly say that I am not glad to be back." Emmett said as we stepped inside Forks High.

I laughed and nodded my head. "Well it's good to have you back, first hour has been hell without you. I mean, I've actually done those stupid worksheets just because you weren't there to flick paper footballs with me."

Emmett smiled as he opened his locker and put all of his books inside. "Sorry dude, never fear though, I'm back to save you from Armstrong's stupid worksheets."

We fists bumped as Jasper and Alice walked up.

"There's my best friends." Jasper said and high fived us both before wrapping an arm securely around Alice's waist.

Emmett asked how Alice's party went and I saw Alice and Jasper both shift uncomfortably before saying it was good. I tuned them out, trying to forget that I wasted my Saturday evening waiting on Bella as I let my eyes scan the hallways. I saw Rosalie but for the first time ever, Bella wasn't at her side.

The bell rang, and I dismissed the thought as Emmett and I walked to Armstrong's class. We picked our letters up and went to our seats, slouching down as we opened the envelopes.

"Your topic of the day is your goals in life, have fun." Armstrong said and then sat down at his desk.

"Dude, ten points if you hit Shelby Foster in the back, twenty if you hit her head." Emmett said as he tossed a paper football on my desk.

I smiled as I held the tip of it with my index finger. I lined it up perfectly and flicked it, making it fly to the front of the room, just barely missing Shelby's head. She whirled around and gave me a mean glare before facing the front again. Emmett and I laughed until Armstrong cleared his throat.

"Gentlemen, I think it's time for you to work on your letters." He said, and did his best to give us a stern look.

Emmett and I stifled our laughter and nodded in agreement, then pulled out a piece of paper and began writing.

Iz,
Besides getting in the Genis Book of World Records for the longest burp, I really don't have many goals in life. I have one major one, and that's to be famous. A musician would be my first pick, obviously. But I could always settle for a movie star, or perhaps an athlete, although I'm not exactly good at any sports. Or maybe I'll invent something. Anyway, that's my main goal. Other than that I guess I don't really have any. Sure one day, I'd love to get married and possibly have some kids. I guess those would be considered goals too, maybe. I see them more as expectations made by my mother that must be fulfilled, but by the time that I get old enough to actually think about stuff like that I may view it differently.
Peace,
Anthony.

PS, If I was to invent something, I think it would be a robot that would clean my house for me.

After first period I told Emmett that I would meet up with him in P.E. I walked towards my locker, hoping to find Bella so I could walk her to Trig like I had most of last week. I saw Rosalie again, without Bella and I called her name.

"Hey, have you seen Bella today?" I asked as I approached her.

She shook her head. "She's not coming in until after lunch today because she has a doctor's appointment."

"Oh, okay. Thanks." I said.

Rosalie nodded and walked off. I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair. The clock in the hall notified me that I only had a minute to get over to the gym. I jogged through the hallways, and quickened my pace when I saw Mrs. Andrew's standing by the doors that led to the gym.

She smiled at me and shook her head as the bell rang and I approached her. I stopped and let my head fall back, sighing as she wrote me up.

"Detention." She said and handed me the slip of paper.

"Awesome."

Bella's POV

I told Rosalie that I wasn't coming to school until after lunch because of a doctor's appointment. But really, I went with my parents, and Annie to finalize the divorce. Annie's only six, so she had no idea what was going on, but I knew and I couldn't help but cry. My parents assured me that things wouldn't change too drastically, but I didn't believe them.

Another reason I stayed away from school was because of what happened on Saturday. It was around eight, and I was getting ready for Alice's party. I had told Rose how excited I was about it all week, and I was stoked that the night was finally here. But right as I was about to leave, Mike, Rose, and Angela barged through my bedroom door, yelling that it was time for an intervention.

Rosalie apologized a million times, saying that she tried to stop them. I wasn't mad at her, because I knew that she was telling the truth. Mike and Angela said that I needed to stop talking to Edward because he's 'beneath us' and would only break my heart. I told them to go fuck themselves and stormed out of my house. Rose followed and the two of us went back to her house and had a sleepover, since I wasn't exactly in a partying mood anymore.

I handed Armstrong my late slip when I entered the classroom. He smiled and handed me the stack of letters, allowing me to pick mine out and then take my seat. Rose smiled over at me when I sat down, and I smiled back.

"How was the doctor's appointment?" she asked softly, since we were supposed to be writing.

"It was fine." I said shortly.

I felt terrible for lying to Rose; after all she is my best friend. But I just didn't want anyone to know about my parents yet, not even her. It was humiliating, to me and I knew that everyone would make a big deal out of it. Rose would understand when I told her, I knew she would.

I sighed when I saw that the topic was future goals, still in a pretty crappy mood from this weekend and this morning. But after reading Anthony's letter, my mood lifted a little.

Anthony,
If you're goal is to become famous, then you should definitely pursue that goal with music. Since you love it so much, it'll be easy for you to put your whole heart into it. And everyone knows that the more heart you put into something, the better you become, thus possibly resulting in a contract for you. As for me, my goal is pretty selfless. I want to be able to help people, either by being a nurse or a counselor, I haven't decided which yet. But for me, I love the feeling I get when I help someone. Like you, I see marriage and kids more as an expectation put on my not only from my mother, but also by society. But who follows the norm these days? Honestly, I never want to get married, or have kids. But like you said, maybe I'll feel differently when I get older.
Iz.

PS, if you do invent that robot, I'd totally buy one.

The rest of the day went by with a blur. I did my best to ignore Angela and Mike. It was easy to ignore Angela, because she was mad at me too, but Mike kept trying to apologize. I knew he didn't mean it, he just didn't want me to be mad at him. But I blew him off, and continued on.

Practice wasn't too bad. It was cloudy outside, which was nice because that means that I didn't sweat as much as I usually do. It was still exhausting, to me at least but that was probably just because I was still so low on sleep.

"Bella, there you are." Edward said as he sat down beside me on the bench.

"Hey." I said, and giving him a warm smile.

"I've been looking all over for you, I was beginning to think that you were avoiding me." he said with a smirk.

I laughed light. "Never!"

"Didn't see you at Alice's."

I sighed and dropped my head. "I know. My friends suck, that's really all I have to say. They kind of went crazy and tried to have an intervention, so I just went to Rosalie's. I would have been a downer if I would have showed up."

Edward nodded, saying that he understood and smiled anyway. "Well that just means that you'll have to come to the next one."

I smiled. "Definitely. What are you doing at school so late, anyway? Stalking me?" I asked as I upped my eyebrows.

He scoffed. "You wish." He said playfully. "I had detention."

"Late to class again?"

He nodded. "Hey, do you want a ride home?" he asked.

I sighed as I saw my mom's silver BMW pull into the school parking lot and stood up, throwing my tennis bag over my shoulder. "I would, but my mom's here." I said giving him a sympathetic smile.

"Maybe some other time."

"Yeah, definitely."

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