CHAPTER TWO!! YAY!!!

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BPoV

18 YRS

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Esme asked my worriedly. We were in her kitchen. I was making a salad for her while she cooked some steak
for dinner. She'd already asked me six times if I wanted to stay for dinner. She always worried about Jasper and I. Especially after the first weekend of school,
which it just so happened to be.

I smiled at her. "I'm sure, Esme, thanks. I think Jasper and I just need to be alone for tonight. I can cook." I told her.

She put her arm around my shoulders and squeezed me into a one-armed hug. "If you're sure. Remember, you're always welcome here. Carlisle and
I love having you around!"

"I know." I laughed. When I'd first met Esme, she was convinced I was Emmett's girlfriend. That is, until Emmett told her he wasn't dating someone four years
younger than him. She'd been shocked at first, claiming she thought I was older. I laughed it off. She wasn't the first person to assume Emmett and I were dating.

"Salad's done." I put the bowl on the table. The I glanced quickly at the clock. "Oh shoot! It's already six! I promised Jasper I'd be home at five-thirty. Damnit."

"Language." Esme reprimanded sternly. Then she asked, "Why so early? You usually don't head home till ten-thirty or eleven on weekends!"

"I don't really know." I told her, stealing a piece of bread. Then I leaned on the counter, my back to it. "Jasper just asked me to come home. I think he wanted to
go out tonight. He doesn't like to leave the house empty." I shrugged, buttered my bread and shoved it into my mouth.

"Manners!" Esme smacked my shoulder lightly. I quickly swallowed and looked at her innocently. She laughed. "Go on then. Jasper won't like it if he's going out
with a girl and you're very late!" She waved at me to leave. I pulled on my plad converse and hollered, "BYE, EMMETT!"

"BYE BELLA!" He screamed from upstairs. I laughed and headed out, only to bump into someone when I was down the stairs. Naturally, I fell over.

"Sorry!" A male voice I didn't know said apologetically. I glanced up and a hand was shoved out towards me, offering to help me up. I took it gratefully.

"Sorry about that, I'm a klutz." I smiled at the man. He was about 6"2, he had bronze coloured hair and bright green eyes.

He laughed at my comment. "Don't worry. I don't believe we've met. I'm Edward Masen. Emmett wanted me to meet his best friend. He said she's 'his partner in
crime', or something along those lines. Any idea of what I should expect?" He raised one eyebrow and grinned crookedly.

I laughed. "A girl four years younger than him who trips over just about anything." I told him truthfully. I offered my hand to shake. "I'm Bella. The so called 'partner
in crime'."

Edward took the hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you Bella." He told me. I smiled at him, and my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the message.

It was from Jasper.

Where r u!?!?

I gave Edward an apologetic glance and typed back, my fingers flying over the tiny keyboard.

About 2 leave Ems. dont worry.
b home soon. got held up.

I shoved the phone back into my pant pocket and smiled at Edward.

"Boyfriend?" He asked curiously.

I laughed. "Brother. I have to get home. Nice meeting you, Edward." He smiled and I got into my truck. The thing was ancient, and was so loud even a deaf man would hear
it, but I loved the truck.

I drove home as fast as I could, which wasn't very fast with this truck. I got home around six-twenty.

"Finally!" Japer exclaimed when I hurried in. "I was supposed to pick Alice up at quarter to six!"

"I'm soo sorry!" I said breathlessly. "I didn't notice the time and I ran into some guy at the Cullens and ugh!" I plopped down on the couch.

"As long as you're safe, I suppose." Jasper sighed. "I'm leaving now. You're okay for dinner?" He checked.

I rolled my eyes. "When am I not okay for dinner? I always make dinner!"

Jasper just laughed. "Point taken. Alright, I'm leaving now."

I kissed his cheek. "Be nice, use your manners. Don't do anything inapropriate."

Jsper ruffled my hair, chuckling, and left. I wondered who Alice was. I'd never heard that name before, and this was Forks. There were new people, I guessed, which would
explain meeting Edward today.

I was making myself some grilled cheese when an envolope caught my eye on the table. I frowned and picked it up. It was addressed to me, from the school. It was about
an exchange to France for one year. I raised my eyebrows. I flipped my grilled cheese before reading it.

It was an application form. The form said the traveller would have a chance to see all the mmost touristic sites, Paris, the Eiffel Tower and all that stuff, while learning about
the different cultures and the language. There would be a designated tour guide for most of the time. It was one thousand five hundred dollars. I hurriedly took my grilled cheese
off the stove and ate it ravenously. And continued to think about filling out the application. I'd picked up the envolope to put the paper back in, so I wouldn't lose it, when another
paper I hadn't seen fell on the ground. I bent over to pick it up. It was handwritten by the principal.

Dear Ms Swan

The school offers this chance to one student per year. The student is required to have high grades and be, obviously, a good french student.

The teachers dicussed possible applicants, and everyone voted that you be the student this year. Your high grades are well above average and
you are a trusted student in the school. It is highly recommended that you take this oportunity to study outside of Forks. I certainly hope we will|
be recieving your application through the mail soon.

Sincerely,

Mr. D. Greene.

I chewed slowly on my last bite of grilled cheese as I read. It seemed like an amazing oportunity. I stuck it to the fridge so I wouldn't forget, promising myself to tell Jasper as
soon as I got the chance, before heading up to my room.

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