A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and the new alert adds. You guys rock and make me want to keep going with this little adventure. Some readers are too worried that E&B will fall in love too fast. But who knows? I won't tell! You'll just have to figure it out as I do. One thing is for sure, no one knows what is going on!

Oh also I have been told I have some spelling or grammatical errors, but I have no 'beta' yet to help me proof, so it's only me working on this. I will try to do my proofreading more meticulously but a second pair of eyes also helps sometimes.

I have also had some requests for more clothing descriptions . . . never fear Alice will save the day in that department!

And as always, I don't own anything Twilight - SM does – and I just realized that I don't even own my tattered Twilight movie stubs – I think I recycled them to help save the planet. (Damn global warming!) Oh . . .but I do own the character of Beca, she is still all mine.

When we last left E&B they spent a very interesting first class together in 5th period Biology on Bella's first day of school. Just to make it clearer, it is still early in the school year but Bella didn't get to Forks until maybe the second week of school or so, so that's why everyone else in the swing of their schedule except her plus the fact that she is new and they have all been there before.

Chapter 4

BPOV:

Ugh! Could that class have been any more uncomfortable? And I probably looked like an ass tripping out the door as I tried to escape the hell of Mr. Molina's 5th period Biology class. I had written down a bunch in my notebook during the lecture but I wasn't sure if any of it was coherent. For all I knew, I may have written out the lyrics to Paramore's 'I cought Myself'. I'd definitely have to check the syllabus and see what we were supposed to be going over and read the chapter in my Biology book. Great! My first day and I am already behind! Ok, focus. Trig next period with Mr. Carlson. Math is not my favorite subject but at least I'd be able to use the scientific calculator my iPhone finally.

Mr. Carlson, introduced me to the class, so once again I stared down another momentary humiliation. As I sat down in my seat near the back of the room, I dug out my book and my notebook. Pencil for this class definitely – I chose my favorite #7 mechanical pencil that I had religiously been using for about three years now. I had probably gone through more than a dozen eraser replacements and scores of lead refills. But I loved never having to sharpen a pencil. As I got myself organized, a folded paper was shoved onto the corner of my desk.

- Hi, I'm Rob Patin, welcome to period 5 'hell with numbers', you must be Isabella Swan. Everyone has been buzzing about your arrival since last week. – R

I looked up into a most magnificent pair of blue piercing eyes that apparently belonged to this Rob guy. He looked tall maybe 6' tall at least, if not more. But everyone looks tall to me the 'vertically challenged one'. He had thick eyebrows but not like a uni-brow or anything, very tidy. And his hair was a dark brown not too long but not too short, not messy but not too tidy defiantly product in there. Clean cut I decided – cares about his looks. But nice? Definitely a bit forward.

- Hi, Just Bella thanks. I wish everyone would stop buzzing, I might have to start reminding people that my dad carries a gun. Or maybe I will just get a stun gun and buzz people back. – B

I handed the note back with my scrawl on the bottom of his note. Maybe I would scare him and he would leave me alone. As he read the note, he smiled. Damn! No such luck. He started scrawling again and handed the folded paper back.

- You are definitely different I'll give ya that. It's hard to get a smile out of me especially when I am being tortured with Trig. What class do you have next? I have Gym then Choir. – R

I rolled my eyes as I started reading. Great I have my next two classes with this guy! I just wanted to melt into red brickwork of the school building walls. Ugh and gym was not my favorite subject. The only thing I was halfway decent at was volleyball but put a racket or bat in my hand and I might send someone to the emergency room. And my least favorite class Gym was sandwiched in between Trig and Choir, the latter was my favorite haven. I then realized that I was going to have to spend three classes in a row each day with this guy, Rob. I glanced at him again, as I thought what to write back. He was apparently expecting an answer even though he appeared to be paying attention to Mr. Carlson because he caught me glancing at him and he hid a small smile. Oh crap. Keep it light, you don't want to make an enemy but you also don't want to create an unwanted admirer. Not that I had ever had any of those.

I had only had one boyfriend if you could call it that, when I was in junior high. His name was Jacob Black. We had always been friends since we had moved to Arizona, when Renee left Charlie. Jacob was a goofy kid and always made me smile, until the summer right before I turned 14 before 9th grade. And he kissed me and declared that we were now dating. Then every time any guy talked to me at school, even if it was during a class project, Jake would get pissed off. Like I belonged to him or something. Well it only lasted about 4 weeks and then I was done with Jacob and our friendship had been burned down to the ground right along with our dating disaster. He was the first boy I had ever kissed, the only one. No sparks no tingling, no nothing but wet and slobber – yuck. I decided after that, I was going to wait for something special. Whatever special was - I had no clue.

- Cool I'll see you in Gym and Choir later. First I'll kill you with some type of sporting equipment and then I'll make you deaf with my singing. – B

I handed the note back quickly and decided to start paying attention to class. As Rob read it he actually laughed out loud and tried to cover it up with a couple of coughs.

"Mr. Patin do you need to see the nurse?" Mr. Carlson inquired as the thick horn-rimmed glasses slid down Mr. Carlson's nose.

"No sir. Thanks." Rob coughed out with a grin behind his hand.

Wonderful, how and I going to survive this? Why is everyone so interested in 'the new girl'? I wasn't so special. Renee made that abundantly clear to me all the time. I was just 'the mistake' who was now a refugee holed up with a father that didn't even know her. How did I let Beca talk me into this? I was going to call her as soon as I got home from school. Well, I revised thinking again, as soon as she gets home from work. It least I would have more to complain to her about, because by that time I would have had to deal with Charlie again. Oh Beca are you going to get an earful, I thought! Maybe I should have stayed in the hell that I knew instead of trading it for a new one.

When the bell rang I tried to get to the girl's locker room as soon as I could before anyone else accosted me in the hallway but then I bumped into some guy. I kept my head down and mumbled "Sorry." And tried to keep going.

"Hey, you are Isabella Swan right? I am Tyler Crowley. I am in Band I play trumpet."

He said this like I was supposed to be impressed.

"Uh hum, just Bella thanks." I quickly replied and nodded. I tried to keep my sights on the girls' locker room door just ahead of me. If I could just get close enough . . .

"Well I am sure that we'll be seeing a lot more of each other since the band room and the choir room are right next to each other." Tyler grinned like his teeth would envelop his ears, if he kept grinning any wider.

"Right." I shuffled by him and into my temporary safe haven of the girls' locker room.

I walked in and grabbed a clean uniform and heard the chatter of girls all around me. Searching out a locker away from everyone else, I heard a pixie like voice that I immediately recognized, Alice.

"Be-llll-aaaaa! Bella! Over here!" Alice again was waving over to me like she was on a landing strip.

I sighed. I did need to talk to her about the dreaded shopping thing. I needed to get that over with.

"Hi Alice. What's up?" I said as I opened a locker and started to get dressed. The t shirt I had grabbed was a bit too snug around my breasts. Great. "Hold on I need to look for another shirt. This one is too small." I started back to the clean laundry bin. But Alice grabbed my arm.

"Oh they are all the same size and horrid! A nasty cotton blend and all shrunk to hell!" Alice whined. We are all cursed with it. I suggest wearing a hoodie or sweatshirt over top. Alice said.

Well I was already wearing my gray hoodie that zipped up the front over my blue tank top. So I just swapped my tank for the too small uniform T-shirt that prominently read 'Forks High School' across my breasts and swapped my tattered jeans for gray shorts that accompanied the outfit.

"Ok let the torture begin." I mumbled to myself. Alice grabbed my arm as she skipped out of the locker room dragging me with her.

"I have it all planned out Bella. I'll pick you up this Saturday morning and you and I are going shopping. What do you think? Port Angeles or Seattle? We could of course find the basics in Port Angeles but in Seattle we could really do everything! I started a list of the basics and the definite essentials. But I need to see what you already have and I need to get you into some decent light, so I can see where we are going to go with colors . . . So can I come by your house later this week?" Alice was beaming.

"Umm sure? I guess. I definitely need some stuff or I am going to freeze my ass of here and be drenched in rain all the time." I stammered.

"Per-fect!" Alice chirped! "Oh did you meet Rob already? He is waving to you!"

I looked up in the direction Alice indicated. "Oh . . . yeah, we just had Trig last period. What is today's gym torture Alice?" I said trying desperately to change the subject.

"Ahh? Tennis I think. Rob is definitely yummy by the way and really nice too from what I hear – but I have my Jazzy, so I wouldn't know any specifics on Rob." Alice replied.

"O – K, You had better watch out or I might send someone to the emergency room." I frowned as I eyed the tennis balls and racquets. I wanted to keep away from the Rob topic.

Alice giggled. But by the end of class I had hit each one of the players that I had been doubled with along with the opposing doubles teams. In all, I think I hit at least 6 unsuspecting people with wayward tennis balls. In the last match I was paired with Alice and Rob was paired with Tyler. I regretted hitting Alice but for Rob and especially Tyler I felt no regret. Tyler especially deserved it.

After the game Rob walked up to me and Alice, brushing his hair away from his deep blue eyes. "Well I guess you did warn me." He laughed. "Maybe I could help you with that backhand sometime."

"Oh, I could backhand you." Hell where did that come from? Alice just giggled at my remark and dragged me to the locker room. Leaving a smiling Rob and a scowling Tyler in our wake.

As we changed, Alice informed me that she had Trig next. But would call me later about shopping. I threw the uniform into one of the hampers and grabbed my tank and jeans to pull on.

"You'd think she'd at least try to keep her boobs covered! And not flirt all over the place, poor Rob." Some unknown muffled voice sounded from around the locker corner.

"Well Lauren, she is from Arizona, maybe they all dress like sluts down there." An onslaught of hushed giggles ensued.

Apparently the first voice was from a girl named Lauren. But the second . . . ?

"Well Jessica, after she practically sent my darling Tyler to the hospital with a concussion after hitting him on the head twice, I think I'll be safe but you'd better watch Mike. You don't know how easy the Swan girl may be after all." Lauren remarked with a sneer in her voice.

As I zipped my gray hoodie up half way over my blue tank, I calmly kept walking by the two girls, who I now knew as Lauren and Jessica. They immediately clammed up, when they saw me. I'd be sure to steer clear from them as well as Mike and Tyler, who had already both accosted me in the hallway today. I didn't need a drama queen war on my hands. All I wanted to do was get to Choir and see, if I would be able to again find my save haven here in my music.

I walked toward the music building. It looked like two red oval-shaped brick buildings that shared a common walkway and office area. After walking into the main door and the office and walkway area, I could hear a piano to my left being played in what was sure to be the choir room, since a large white sign with big black lettering read 'CHOIR' with an arrow pointing to the left and another arrow pointed to the right reading 'BAND'.

I calmly walked into the office where I saw two teachers talking to each other. One was a woman in her mid – late 30's, who had a short blonde bob and wore a long flowing dress with large flowers and brown leather Birkenstocks. She looked like she could easily fit into the 60's or 70's. The other teacher was maybe in his forties and had a bit of a paunch to his middle.

"Um, excuse me? I am Bella Swan. I am here for Choir. I am looking for Miss. Ashby?"

"Oh excuse me Larry, um Mr. Hoffman. This must be my new prized voice talent all the way from sunny Arizona!" Miss. Ashby smiled warmly and put her arm around my shoulder. Let me show you the practice rooms and the Choir room, oh I hope you like our facilities and of course you'll need to meet Edward. He plays the piano for us. Oh and I'll need you to do your try out this week, so I can figure out who to pair you with for duets and such."

Miss. Ashby kept talking but I had tuned her out. We started walking through the walkway and then into the choir room. The room was circular on one side with acoustic tiles on the walls and ceilings with a huge piano in the center of the room near the conductor's podium. No one was at the piano, though so I hoped it was another Edward that played and not the one from Biology. I didn't know if I could sing in front of the 'Calvin Klein' model, so I pushed that to the back of my mind. Weak rays of afternoon sunshine were dancing on the green industrial looking carpet from wide thin windows that surrounded the top of the ceiling of the whole room.

"Uh and these are our practice rooms." Miss. Ashby pointed to a number of small rooms that looked more like closets with no windows rather than actual rooms. "There is a sliding sign on each practice room, so that no one will disturb you, if you are practicing. So just slide the sign to 'OCCUPIED', when you need to practice."

The signs reminded me of airplane bathroom signs more than anything else. The only thing they didn't do was light up in a red color and ding. Couldn't it have read "PRACICE IN SESSION" or something better than "OCCUPIED"? Oh well at least it looked like each practice room was acoustically sound, so I could practice without anyone bothering me and vice versa. And it looked like there were microphones in each room, so there must be a recording studio setup somewhere.

"Oh and the practice room on the far end has the upright piano, incase you need to practice with an accompaniment." Miss. Ashby continued. "We are still doing try outs in the office for this year, so when I call you in, you can do your audition, so you haven't missed anything yet."

Miss. Ashby walked away and I quickly found a chair and started to dig through my backpack. I took a swig of water from my water bottle and hoped that I had packed my music folder. I had to have something decent to sing for an audition that I was not expecting today! Crap! I guess I could always do something from memory . . .

I could hear other people talking as they streamed into the choir room. But I continued to dig through my bag frantically thinking of what I could sing for an audition. I heard someone sit down at the piano and start to play but I was too absorbed in my mission.

"Hey there Bella! You really blew the wind out of me in gym today." Rob said as he slid into the chair next to mine and bumped my shoulder.

Not looking up, since I didn't want to look into his deep blue eyes again, I just smiled. "Well I did warn you. I can be dangerous, when provoked."

A/N: Sorry to leave it there but I have to . . .

© Neonapple

Melting Heart

Edited: 03/08/09

Chapter 4