Unknown pov
"Did you here the latest news?"
"About Miss Updateable and Edward bringing her back?"
'Can you believe she has the nerve to come back to class?"
"People are saying she slept with Coach Clapp!"
"Alice Brandon and Rosalie Hale just walked in."
"I wonder if Bella's slutty characteristics rubbed off on them."
The two nameless girls burst out in high pitch giggles that caused the whole room to wince in pain.
Bella pov
I can do this. I am not going to let them bother me. What they say means nothing to me. I am untouchable. Their cruel words shall not bring harm to me. Why did I choose to go back? I blame Edward Masen. If I did not still feel bad about what happened I would not go back. Stupid me, I am so ungrateful. He was trying to apologize. Nothing more and I treated him like trash.
Alice and Rose said I looked good. They had shoved me in the shower and put some clothes on the counter. After my shower, I put on the outfit in a robotic fashion. It was not until I saw a sliver of myself in the mirror leaving the room going to American Literature did I notice my ensemble. I was wearing a light blue, silk dress that flowed down my body and gracefully draped over all the right curves. It was a halter and ended just above my knee. The sophisticated masterpiece had been paired with diamond stud earrings and matching diamond star pendant necklace. Of course, I was wearing white designer heels. Sigh Alice.
Oh well, off to American Lit.
Edward pov
It might sound stalker-ish and kind of was. I was sitting at the Starbucks on campus watching Bella order her a vanilla-cream frappe. After she received her drink, she took a seat on one of the couches and smoothed out her beautiful dress before fumbling with her laptop bag. She then pulled out her Dell Vostro. The laptop was decorated with her initials in elegant script. She sat there for a few moments piddling around before she began typing passionately as she had in her room the other night. I decided to make my presence known.
"Hello Beautiful, How are you doing?"
"I am doing just fine. I'm just struggling to be nice to a jerk I know."
"Humor me, be kind." I retorted in an infuriated voice.
"Oh God Edward. I'm sorry not you, Mike Newton."
"I apologize for my behavior. What did Newton do that could be bothering you at the current moment?"
"He told everyone I slept with him. Normally it would not bother me, but many people believed him because of the rumors that have been going around. Even some of my closest friends trust him more than me."
I let out a growl and all the muscles in my body tightened. Bella sensed this and pulled me down to the couch with her. Her fingers rubbed out the knots forming in my arm and hand. The motion was soothing and sent chills down my spine.
"Edward, Its nothing, but a petty thing compared to my much vaster one."
"Oh really and what would that be?" I said, prepared for the worst.
"Calm down Edward. I just have writer's block. I'm trying to figure out a romantic scene for two characters for my final exam in English 101."
"May I?" I asked gesturing to the laptop.
"Please do."
I picked up the laptop and began to read.
He held me close to his chest as I ran my fingers through his messy, bronze hair. I snuggled further into his bare, muscled body and sighed. He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. He did not speak and his eyes shifted down from my eyes to my lips. I leaned in to him and his full, pink mouth met my own. I was soon overwhelmed by the smell of honey and lilac. I licked his luscious bottom lip and he granted me access to his now open mouth. Our tongues met many times in the battle for dominance. I had one hand on the nape of his neck the other still lost in his hair. His hands rested under my blouse at my waist. I was lost in a moment of pure ecstasy as he…
"You don't sound stuck to me."
"Okay, not so much stuck as I am scared."
"You could so pull off the se- lust scene. Do not worry. You are an amazing writer."
"Thanks Edward."
"No problem. Just don't ask for my help on the sex setting. I haven't been at it in a while."
"What do you know? The jackass is back."
"That's to you ."
"More like " She then slapped me, poured her frozen coffee on my head and strutted out.
"Nice ass Swan!" I called out.
She proceeded to flip me off and kept walking.
