Author's Chapter Notes:

I know, it's a shortie, but it's better than nothing, right?

Bella squeezed my hand as we walked into Government quietly. She smiled warmly up at me, sending tingles down my spine. When I leaned in to peck her on the cheek, some so rudely interrupted.

"Ah ah ah, Mr. Masen! Ms. Swan's father has told all of the staff to keep an eye on you two, and make sure that you don't interact what so ever. Therefore I suggest you step away from the girl quickly, or you'll be given a detention. And disobeying your police chief is punishable by law!" Mrs. Sumner ordered. Touching? Punishable by law? I have reason to believe that that is far from the truth.

I groaned and then reluctantly pulled away from Bella.

"That's better," Mrs. Sumner chirped, trotting off like the happy secretary she was.

"I utterly loathe my father," Bella hissed.

"Don't say that. One day, you'll regret it," I murmured somberly.

"Oh, I didn't mean to bring that up, Edward. I'm sorry!" Bella cried, blushing a furious shade red.

I grabbed her around the waist and buried my face in her warm neck. "It's alright, love. I know you didn't."

"Masen, Swan, no physical contact!" Mr. Tucker barked at us. I sighed and pulled away from Bella again.

"Thank you," he said. I slid into my chair quietly, sulking at the fact that I couldn't touch my Bella. I heard the loud squeak of Bella's chair being pulled out next me. When I looked up she had her arms crossed and lower lip jutting out. I couldn't help but realize how beautiful she was, even when pouting. The way her eyes darkened under her pulled-down eyebrows was undeniably tempting.

"Edward, it's not polite to stare," Bella scolded, embarrassed. A smile danced across her lips. I grinned sheepishly and turned to stare at the board for the next 45 minutes. Even though I can't touch her at all, Bella and I can get through this day together.

~!~!~!~!~!~

I am sick and tired of this crap about not being able to touch my girlfriend.

It's taken all I have not to spring up and kiss Bella so fiercely that we fall back, astounded by the passion in the air that we've created. After we would get over our shock, she would turn to me with the most devious smile playing around her face, beckoning for me to grab her. So I would do just that. Once my arms were secured around her thin waist, my lips would gain a mind of their own, kissing her neck in ways foreign to me. Her head would fall back, her brown locks cascading down her back. Though students would stare and the teacher would shout, our displays of passion would go on and on and on . . .

"Earth to Edward," Bella murmured, waving her hand in front of my face. "Err, Edward, are you there?"

"Huh?" I grunted, breaking out of my fantasy.

"So glad that you could join us, Mr. Masen," the teacher said through clenched teeth.

"Forgive me, sir. I didn't get a good night's rest," I lied politely.

Bella sat beside me, her eyes darting quickly between the teacher and I. Once again, I was caught in the beauty of her glowing brown orbs.

"Mr. Masen, I suggest you pay attention to the lesson, and not Ms. Swan," the teacher ordered.

A small bit of warmth flooded my face, but it was nothing to the full-blown flush Bella had. Underneath the desk, I reached for her hand. Once it was secure in mine, I sighed contentedly. The warmth was nourishing to the pain I had felt prior, and soothed my aching head. Though she was near me, there the throbbing tick of my pulse, reminding me that this wasn't allowed, and that I was twisting the rules.

Boy, did being bad feel so, so good!

~!~!~!~!~!~

Final Hour- Friday

The final bell screeched loudly, sending the students into a frenzy of excitement for the weekend to come. I couldn't help but share their excitement, thinking of how far away Bella and I would be from the school faculty. No one to tell me that I could stroke her cheek, hold her, or even give a chaste kiss on the cheek.

"What are you smiling about?" Bella asked, a grin spreading across her own face.

"The fact that no one can tell me that I can't be with you this weekend. It's only our rules now." I smiled, thinking that we could spend all of the 56 hours with her. Sure, you'd have to take out sleep, but that still left a lot of time, right?

"I'm glad it's the weekend. I think I would have shot Mrs. Sumner if she told me one more time that I couldn't kiss you," she scowled, thinking of the stout red head.

She grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly. "Come on. Let's blow this popsicle stand." Now grinning, she practically dragged me out of the school doors. I was greeted with the biting air of February, occasional snowflakes melting on my nose. The sky was a thin sheet of soft gray clouds, little sunshine able to pierce through. A few birds braved the harsh cold, flying diligently in search for a meal. I was amazed at the way they were able to concentrate so well, even with their stomachs empty and growling. Their stamina was truly amazing.

"Let's go to our place," I suggested, loving the feel of the words on my tongue.

Bella smiled lovingly, and then nodded. We walked there in a peaceful, relaxing silence. I wished I had something to say; something romantic or kind, but I could find no words.

As always, the back of building five looked the same: secluded, over-grown grass, and dense shadows. But what was definitely not the same was the moaning couple. They were laid out on top of each other, hands flitting around and grabbing things that shouldn't be grabbed. Truthfully, it was one of the most disturbing things I had ever had the privilege to lay eyes on. When I turned, Bella had the same disgusted look.

"You do know who that is, right?" Bella asked at a normal volume, though it was hard to hear over the couple's noises.

"No, but - wait! Is that . . ." I gasped, pointing towards the entwined pair.

"Jessica Stanley and Mike Newton," she finished, but took a step back when the couple stopped at the sound of their name. Mike's mouth hung down I shock, while Jessica merely looked indifferent. They were still a tangle of limbs and wrinkled clothing, though were now trying to get up.

"Well, uh, this is awkward . . ." Mike frowned.

"So? They saw us making out? What the big deal, Mikey?" Jessica scoffed. "Well, maybe it's a problem for Edward. He's afraid of touching people. Isn't that right, Eddykinz?" I scowled, thinking of that day.

"What is she talking about?" Bella asked, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Come on, Jess. Let's go back to my place instead." Mike suggested.

"M'kay," she chirped, and then stopped, a devious smile lighting her face. "Actually, Mike, I need to speak to you." She turned to blow a kiss directly at me, and then towed Mike off to her car.

I turned to Bella, glad that we were finally alone. "If you'll forgive me, there's something I have been dying to do all day."

She barely had time to be confused before I took her face in my hands, bringing my lips to hers. My lips were moving in excited, fervent ways. Strange tingles and tickles were creeping up my spine, sending my mind into a delighted frenzy. I felt Bella gasp against my lips, her hands locking themselves around my neck. In a spurt of great strength, I broke off, breathing heavily. Bella's soft lips moved down my neck, sensations of desire raging throughout my body. Even though it had only been a few seconds (if that), I already missed the delicate feeling of them on mine. I caught her mouth in mine again, savoring the feeling of her silky skin. Abruptly, the mood of our kiss changed. The rhythm of our lips had changed to a slower, more delicate tune. Instead of seizing fistfuls of hair, Bella only ran her fingers gently through its length. My hands became kinder, wrapping around her waist lovingly. I relished the moments I spent kissing her, and even simply in her presence. If there is a God out there, he must really love me.

Bella's lips broke off of mine, taking in large amount of air. "I love you," she whispered, snuggling into my chest. "Please tell me you feel the same."

"I'll always love you, Bella. I'll love you until the day I die," I stated truthfully, burying my face in her strawberry-scented hair.

"Oh, really? I suspect that that day will be very, very soon," someone snarled furiously. I turned to see - what a surprise! - Charlie Swan.

And standing behind him was Jessica, another devious smile on her face.

Oh joy. Another yelling match.