A/N: Chap.10…Hello to my lovely readers…Thanks for your reviews and your support. Thanks to my coach Susie who is as usual pre-reading and correcting my chapters so efficiently. This chapter is especially dedicated to Maite….I love you sweetheart.
The characters belong to a very talented author S.M…But in MY ALL they belong to me.
MY ALL chap.10
DAMN FAITH
BELLA
September 25th. My first day back to school. I woke up early in the morning to get prepared. I ate French toast with strawberry jelly and drank a cup of coffee. I went to the shower quickly, washing my hair and body thoroughly, with my usual vanilla peach shampoo and soap, towel-dried, and got dressed. I chose a pair of navy-blue low waist- band jeans, a white tank-top and a blue skin-tight, long-sleeved linen blouse with some flowers embroidered on the sleeves and a denim blue jean jacket. I picked out a white demi-cup bra with the matching panties, blue socks and my black high-heel stiletto leather boots. I dried my hair and brushed it up into a pony-tail. My make-up as usual; some sandy-beige eye shadow, a line of deep-blue eye-liner and a transparent lip gloss on my lips. I put my crystal heart Swarovski necklace and my silver Dior earrings on and my Guess watch, and then grabbed my school bag, checking to see if all my school-things were in it. I took my purse, my keys and my cell and left.
I slipped into the van, turning on the radio and starting the engine. I put the Chevy in reverse and was on the road to the school. It was again a beautiful, brilliant, sunny day. The sky was blue with no trace of a single cloud. The air was crisp outside and it smelled good. I left the window half-opened, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the radio. Taylor Swift was singing 'You Belong with Me' and I hummed the words to myself. I was in a very good mood and very eager to begin the French classes.
The traffic was a bit slow this morning, but I did not mind at all. The classes were starting at 9:30, and I was way ahead of my time. I wanted to be at the college soon to have a chance to scout around the place. I would receive all the documentation this morning and had to introduce myself to a certain Mrs. Cope to register and get all my documents.
It was 8:30 when I finally arrived at 'Le Collège Des Langues Internationales'. I parked my car next to a deep-blue Porsche Cayenne….Funny, the second time I saw the same make of SUV in one week. The guy who lived across my street had exactly the same.
I turned off the ignition, closed the widows, took my schoolbag and purse and got out. The college was four stories high. An all brick and stone establishment. I passed through the large wooden doors and went in. The hall was very spacious with couches, armchairs, round coffee tables and a few desks with laptops on each one of them. There was a large counter at the end of the hall with employees behind it and some people waiting in line to fill out the registration form and receive all the documentation and information.
I waited in line for about ten minutes until it was my turn. I asked for Mrs. Cope, and the girl went to fetch her. Mrs. Cope was approximately a fifty year old woman with short black hair, blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She handed me some papers and typed some info on the computer. She indicated to me that my class was on the second floor and showed me where the elevator was. It was now 8:50… Forty minutes before the class started, so I took time to explore the environment a bit. I saw that there was a cafeteria, a café, a library and a students' room with more armchairs, desks and computers.
I went in the students' room and I sat on the couch reading a bit of the documentation. I went to the bathroom, and then it was time to go to my classroom, which was on the second floor. I ran up the stairs and searched for room 301….I was a bit nervous, as people usually were when it was the first day of class. There were a few students already sitting on the chairs, so I chose a place and waited. The classroom was not that big. There was a big round table in the middle of the room and there were nine chairs around it. There was a long blackboard on the left wall and another desk just next to it with a computer on it. There was a big bay window on the right side of the classroom, allowing the sun to illuminate to place.
There were two guys next to me. Two dark haired men with beautiful dark brown eyes. The one who was sitting closest to me began to talk.
"Hi, Miss. My name is Quil…This is my brother, Embry…We better introduce ourselves since we will be in the same class for six months," he said.
"Hello, Quil…Hello, Embry…My name is Isabella Swan…Bella…Glad to know you."
"And, what's your name?" Quil asked the short, blond-haired woman who was sitting on the other side of the table.
"My name is Jane," she answered, "And I don't know about you…but I am nervous as hell this morning," she added with a smile.
"I am nervous too, Jane," I retorted back laughing….Like the first day at school.
Three more people entered the room. They took their chairs, and Quil introduced us to the others students and asked them their names.
There was a blond-curly haired, blue-eyed man whose name was Jasper.
There were two girls both about 25 years old. Their names were Leah and Kristen.
Then a tall man entered the room….and I saw his face….This fucking beautiful face…Those deep green emerald eyes….That bronze copper dishevelled hair….OH! Jesus Christ…What the hell?...What is he doing here?...I was in shock, embarrassed, my mouth opened, not being able to move….completely stunned….Fucking Bastard Edward Cullen was here…I did not know at all how to behave….What the fuck? What the fuck is he doing here? ...I kept repeating to myself…I thought of running….of walking away…of hiding under the table…Escape…Don't tell me he is going to be in the class? ...Fuck…. No….impossible…The bastard is here…And He is sitting in front of me….
Then I heard Quil introducing all the people to him, and he didn't have to tell his name as everybody seemed to know who he was. All the girls were red in their faces and mine was too, evidently not for the same reason.
And he was looking at me with this crooked smile glued on his face…and I was thinking of murder…MY GOD…This is a bad dream…a nightmare…Edward Cullen is a student in this class….Why God?.....why do you do this to me?
Then I heard his velvety voice again…."I am happy to meet you all…and I am very happy to see a girl I already met in New York…Hello, Miss Swan…Isabella," he said, grinning at me this time.
I took a deep breath and said, "Hello, Edward…How are you?" Although I was not interested at all in his answer. But it was not a place to throw a fit…so I played it cool, wishing all the time to make him suffer the most terrible pain.
The atmosphere was suffocating. I could feel a pool of sweat running down my spine. My hands were shaking and damp, and I was sure my face looked as if I had a sunburn on it…I was so hot and irate and angry and confused…I was just a bunch of fucking mixed emotions…and almost on the verge of losing control.
Quil, who was looking at me….certainly noticing that my face was all blushed and deep crimson, asked me if everything was all right.
"Are you okay, Isabella? Your face is so red…"
"I think I'll go the bathroom before the class starts, " I retorted back, "I think that I have some indigestion….and I am a bit nervous…maybe my stomach is over- reacting." Yeah…Yeah…Bella…we know why you are all blushing and a bit dizzy….the beautiful fucking bastard is just sitting in front of you and staring at you as if he wants to eat you…Okay, shut the fuck up, you the bitch in my head…I have enough to deal with the son of a bitch right now…I am not interested in hearing your fucking voice..
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and wet my cheeks a bit. I took a sip of water from the drinking fountain and took a few minutes more to calm myself.
Now, Bella….don't let the fucking asshole ruin your first day at school. You are here to learn, just forget about him…Yes, sure that is going to be easy, the bitchy voice retorted back….how will you forget he is in the class?…he is fucking damn sitting in front of you...And the room is so small…how will you ignore him…Oh now…that's enough…just leave me the fuck alone…and get out of my head…I said out loud…Luckily I was alone in the bathroom. I did not want people to believe that I was talking to an invisible friend.
But the voice in my head continued its rambling for a while. Maybe you should imagine it is Harry instead of Edward…OH! That is so much better now….well fucking damn suggestion…Do you want me to lose all my fucking control now?…no time for wet panties now…I am here to learn French…not a bloody hell time to fantasize about Harry-Edward in my head, which will lead me to have a fucking damn aching center in between my thighs…so please stop talking to me and get lost.
I walked back to the class with a semblance of calmness. I knew that was what my exterior appearance looked like… Inside I was all turmoil and fidgetiness.
I took my seat in front of bastard Cullen who was now watching every move I made and staring at me intently with the deepness of his absolutely oh-so-magnificent green-emerald eyes, And I tried not to look at him…but Jesus Christ, as he was sitting in front of me, it was absolutely impossible to ignore him.
The teacher chose this embarrassing moment to walk into class and introduce himself.
He was about 37-38 years old…A very tall, muscular blond curly haired man with a pretty face. He introduced himself as Mr. James Burke. He had been teaching French in this establishment since 2004 and was teaching Spanish and German as well.
He handed out some papers and began to talk about the content of the course. He told us that French was a difficult language to learn, that we would have to learn and memorize the verbs and grammar rules by heart…There was no other way to assimilate the language…I had a hard time concentrating as the teacher was just sitting next to Cullen. The Cullen in question was clearly in my left line of vision, and he was still staring at me….again with this damn crooked smile on his face.
"Mr. Burke," Embry asked, "How many hours per day will we be in the class?" Do we have some free periods to study and do the homework and to practice French dialogues, as I am sure we will have some dialogues to practice."
"Yes, you will…Here is the schedule," Mr. Burke answered back, "And you can call me James. No Mr. Burke here….We are all adults, and I hope that we will all be friends…You can count on me to help you master the language as fast as possible."
He told us that he would speak French as often as possible….We were here to learn French and we would have to address him in French and interact with the other students in the language as soon as we made enough progress dealing with the new tongue.
The first two hours passed pretty fast…but I was not 100% concentrating, because of the sexy bastard who was still sitting in front of me and kept looking at me…and I was looking at him, too…trying not to…but evidently not succeeding at all in my effort to ignore him.
We began to introduce ourselves, guided with the examples James wrote on the blackboard…Our names, our ages, our nationalities, our respective jobs and the language we already spoke.
I learned that both Embry and Quil were Spanish, speaking both English and Spanish. Quil was 34 years old…a heart surgeon…his brother was 32, a psychologist. Jane was from Australia, English was the only language she spoke. She was 27 and worked in communications. Kristen and Leah were both 28 years old, dermatologists and spoke English.
Jasper was from England. He was 22 years old…Speaking Italian and English and studying in Arts….He decided to take a year to learn French and to live in Montreal.
It was my turn now…I stood up and began to introduce myself.
"Bonjour. Mon nom est Isabelle Swan. J'ai 32 ans. Je suis Américaine. Je parle Anglais et Espagnol. Je travaille dans le domaine de la mode. ''
Good morning. My name is Isabella Swan. I am 32 years old. I am American. I speak English and Spanish. I work in the fashion field.
And then it was Cullen's turn. He said he was twenty-eight, English-speaking from the USA, and an actor… And while he was speaking I thought inwardly….don't forget to tell them you are a fucking bad-mannered asshole...which he did not say…
It was now lunchtime. I left the class in a hurry and ran down the stairs…not wanting that son of a bitch to try to talk to me.
I left the establishment to get a coffee and a sandwich at the Starbucks, which was located in front of the college, across the street.
I saw Jane, Kristen and Leah coming into the Starbucks, and they asked me if they could join me.
"Yes sure, girls…Take a seat…So how did you find your first morning? …The teacher is nice isn't he?" I asked them.
"Yes, he is really nice, and he is beautiful to look at," Leah added, smiling.
"He certainly is," Jane retorted back, "But that Edward Cullen is utterly sexy…My God…hard on the concentration when you have a sex-God sitting right next to you," she added, laughing this time. "And I noticed he kept looking at you, Bella…maybe you are his type of woman."
"Maybe I am …but he is not my type at all," I said in an embarrassed voice…Yeah…Yeah…he is not your type - you are a fucking liar, Swan the bitchy voice added… Oh…you are getting on my nerves…Damn voice…Leave me alone….
And we continued to talk for a while. I learned that Leah and Kristen had been friends since high school, both having studied in the same field. They wanted to start their own business here in Montreal. Jane wanted to be a reporter and did not know if she would end up going back to Australia or work here after the French classes. And I told them about my promotion; my new job and that I had a permanent residence now in Laval, a suburban city near Montreal.
We finished eating and drinking our coffee, and it was time to go back to the college.
James and the other students were already in the class. Leah, Kristen, Jane and I went to our respective seats and the lesson began. James explained to us the genders in French… in English it was not that difficult. In French almost all the things, objects, persons, animals were either masculine or feminine. The chair was 'la chaise'….the pencil was 'le crayon'…the table was 'la table'…the notebook was…'le cahier'…and he went on - with new words. James helping us to differentiate masculine from feminine…each one of us scribbling notes in our notebooks. That part was not easy at all…and there was no trick to distinguish the genders…All those words were to be memorized. Now I began to understand why the class was a six-month one.
James gave us more papers with verbs on it….Shit…There were a lot…and all those tenses…This would be difficult to assimilate as well…but learning French would be worth the efforts. We also received a short ten-line text to translate from English to French.
And then the bell rang. I was quite happy about the afternoon. My concentration was better than in the morning even though I once in awhile glanced at Cullen, who made eye contact with me every time I was looking at him…Jesus Christ - was he continually staring at me?…Maybe he was….Go to hell asshole…I thought inwardly.
I shoved my books into my schoolbag and went out of the classroom, saying good-bye to everybody. As soon as I passed the exit doors…there he was….the fucking jerk in person…smoking a cigarette and obviously waiting for someone.
I passed right in front of him, almost running to my van…but Bloody Hell…he was running after me. When I was almost at my van, he caught my arm and began to talk in a clipped voice.
"Isabella…Wait…wait…I want to talk to you…just a minute…please…"
"What do you want Cullen?" I snapped at him in an angry voice.
"Just listen please…I just want to talk to you for a-…."
I cut him off in the mid-sentence.
"Listen, buddy…I will endure you in class. We are two adults here….and I won't talk about you as the fucking bastard you are. But outside the class…you don't exist. I don't want to talk to you…I don't want to hear from you…Now leave me the fuck alone…"
I pushed him, unlocked the door and slipped in the car. I was a real bunch of nerves and anger now…How did he dare speak to me? How did he dare to touch me?
I took a few seconds to calm down, and I saw him sitting in the deep-blue Porsche Cayenne, which was parked next to my van…What the fuck?....in my class sitting in front of me…in the parking lot next to me…What next?....I was almost screaming in the car.
I put my car in reverse and pulled out the parking spot. I could see him following me in the mirror.
And he kept following me…Goddammit, is he stalking me? …every time I checked in the rear-view mirror he was there behind me. I passed the bridge leading to Laval….he was following me…I was on boulevard Des Laurentides…he was behind… I turned on my street….he was still there…Jesus Christ…What the fuck was he doing?
I parked the van in the alley next to my condo…. always checking in the rear-view mirror… And I saw him parking the Porsche Cayenne in the alley just in front of my condo…Then it hit me…In-The-Name- Of-All-the-Saints-in-Heaven….This was him…Fucking Cullen and his fucking Porsche Cayenne…He was living across the street…he was the guy living in the condo just across my own fucking street…I turned off the ignition and got out. He did as well….staring at me and smiling.
I reached my condo as fast I could, unlocked the door and went in….damn fate…I was now stuck with Cullen…at school and as a neighbour.
EDWARD
Fuck…What a day? I went from surprise to surprise. First the French class…and Isabella…second….Holy Crow…She was living just across the street.
I did not know how to behave at all from the moment I saw her in the French class. I played a role all day long, thanks to the fact that I was an actor in real life. Playing the cool guy outside, all smiles and grins…trying to look as relaxed as I could be. But inside…Fuck…I was a real pack of nerves.
I couldn't help myself from constantly looking at her. She was so beautiful, her face all flushed and pink…and when she was biting her bottom lip and staring at me…OH! Jesus… my dick was ready to jump out of my pants…she was a magnet…irresistible...and my eyes were constantly trying to meet hers.
She tried to avoid the eye contact, but the room was so small, and the fact that she was sitting in front of me was of no help at all…to her…and to me.
I had a hard time concentrating on the subjects all day long. We all introduced ourselves in French…that went fairly well…though I did not listen to anybody, except when it was Isabella's turn…She had the most delicious French-English accent I had ever heard. Her voice was music to my ear…My eyes lingered on her…On her brilliant brown mahogany hair…on her eyes… big dark-brown chocolate eyes…on her mouth and her lips…so pink and so wet…she was petite….5 feet two or three….I could make out the curves of her breasts through her blouse, her small yet so sexy body and her legs, through her very tight-fitting jeans. She was indeed a gorgeous woman. The most beautiful girl in this place.
Soon it was time for lunch. I saw her almost running out of the place. Jesus Christ…clearly she was trying to walk away from me. I left the classroom as fast as I could, but she was nowhere to be seen. I took the elevator and went to the first floor. I checked in the library, the students' room, the cafeteria and the entrance hall…No…she was nowhere…
So I went in the cafeteria, got a coffee, a soup and a muffin, and walked to the table where Jasper, Quil and Embry were already seated.
We talked about every thing; the French classes, the girls in the class, our lives, our jobs…the usual stuff people talk about when they want to get to know each other.
I went out after lunch with Jasper to smoke a cigarette and then it was time to get back to the classroom.
It was worse in the afternoon….No concentration whatsoever from me…My eyes kept lingering on Bella…my hard-on constant….my mind blurred…imagining Isabella naked…under me…or over me…my eyes searching her eyes….Damn…I should find a way to control my mind and my dick…This was not a good way to learn French at all. I should ask Jasper for his phone number to have more explanations tonight, because as far as I was concerned, this day left me as ignorant as the day before concerning French and what James taught us today. We had a ten minute break, and I asked Jasper for his cell number. He wrote it on a piece of paper, we chatted a bit and James continued the lesson.
Then I heard the bell ring. The first day was over. I shoved my things in my schoolbag and ran down the stairs and through the exit doors. I had to talk to Isabella before she left the college. I was waiting under the porch when I saw her, walking so fast - as if her ass was on fire. I ran after her, grabbing her by the arm when she was almost near her car…funny this van was identical to a vehicle belonging to one of my neighbours…and I tried to talk to her. She did not want to listen to me…her voice so angry…she pushed me…telling me to leave her alone…that she would endure me in class…That was all.
She opened the door of her van and left.
I was more embarrassed then ever. I slipped into my Porsche and drove home. And she was always in front of me….all the way along…When I was driving on the bridge…she was in front of me…On Boulevard Des Laurentides…still in front of me…Maybe she was living in Laval, too.
I turned on Rue Des Tilleuls…and she was still ahead of me….Bloody Hell…The black Chevy Van…Was it her van? Was she living across the street? And then I saw her parking her car in the alley…Fuck…she was living on my street…She was living on my street…just across my own place…we were in the same class…we were neighbours.
BELLA
Jesus Christ, I was so furious and yet so shocked….Edward Cullen was living across the street…Not enough that I had to endure him all day long at school, now I had to endure him living on my street as well.
I threw my schoolbag and my jacket on the floor and poured a glass of red wine. I sat on the couch, completely lost in my thoughts. How was I going to deal with him right now? I couldn't avoid him that was for sure…I did not know what to do, and waited for Rosalie to come back from her job. I needed to talk to someone right now. I was full of frustration and anger.
I decided to call Angela or Jessica…I had to vent a bit.
But Jessica was not answering…it was the answering-machine, so I hung up and dialled Angela's cell number.
On the third ring, she answered.
"Hello Angie…How are you?"
"Oh! Hi Bella…How are you? How is school?"
"I don't know Angie….I am not feeling well right now…I am so upset," I answered back.
"What's going on darling? ….I don't like the tone of your voice right now."
And I told her about my day at school. My encounter with fucking Cullen, who was studying French in my class and that he was living on my street as well. How mad I was and embarrassed and shocked. She listened to me, without interruption, and then she began to talk.
"Calm down now, Bella, and listen to me. I met Edward two weeks ago."
"What…What….you met Cullen…when and where…and why?" I retorted back.
"Listen, darling. He came to the office two weeks ago and wanted to have some information about you."
"Why did the bastard want information about me? I have nothing to do with him…I don't want to have anything to do with him either," I almost snapped at her.
"Now listen, sweetheart…just try to calm down…and listen."
"He came into the office because he wanted to find you and to apologize. He is feeling very bad, and he is very sorry about what happened at the cocktail party. He told me everything that happened during the day before the party and while he was at the restaurant…"
"What the fuck do I care, Angie? There is no excuse at all. He treated me like a fucking whore and a slut. I was never so insulted in my own life."
"I know that, Bella…I told him that there was no excuse for his behaviour…but, darling…you have to listen to him…maybe you will understand his explanations. Give him at least the chance to explain."
"No fucking way I'm going to listen to him, Angie…No way."
"You can be so stubborn sometimes….Listen, Bella…just take your time and think about it. And trust me, Bella…when you are ready… talk to him…He may not be as bad-ass as you think he is right now. And please don't be angry with me, you are my best friend."
"I am not angry with you, Angela…I am furious with him. And I don't know what to do….He is in my class…Jesus Christ… and he is living just across the street. Damn fucking fate."
"Give yourself some time; in a few days maybe you'll see things in a different way."
"I don't know, Angela…I don't know at all. I am so exhausted right now. This whole damn day…and I am going to have to see the bastard again tomorrow…and the next day."
"I am sorry, Bella….but again, I know I am repeating myself, but give him a chance to explain."
"I'll think about it, Angie. Right now, I am so tired…and I have to study. I don't know if I have any more energy left."
"Okay, Bella…but call me tomorrow…and please don't be mad at me…I love you…"
"I am not mad at you. I love you too, Angie…Tell Jess and Jake I miss them."
"Okay…bye darling and try to relax."
"Good-bye, Angie. I'll call you tomorrow."
Then I hung up.
The day and the conversation with Angela made me lose my appetite. I had some slices of cheese and crackers and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. But I could not concentrate on anything. I took a shower and tried to soothe my muscles by letting the hot water fall down on my skin. I towel-dried and put on my pink bathrobe.
I picked up my schoolbag and began to study the verbs…I was a bit calmer now…Then I began to look at the text we had to translate and succeeded at translating half of it. It was due Friday, so I was in no hurry to finish it tonight.
My cell rang and I answered. It was Robert on the phone.
"Hey hello, Bella…How was your first day at school?"
"It was okay…I had no intention of telling him about fucking Cullen at all….French will not be easy to learn but I am happy to learn a new language….and how are you Robert?"
"I am fine, hun…I am going to fly to Montreal on Friday. One of the pilots is sick and American Airlines asked me to replace him….Do you still want to see me?" he said laughing.
"You bet I do. When are you landing?"
"I'll be at the airport at 7:00…Can you pick me up?"
"Yes sure and you can stay at my place. How long are you staying in Montreal?" I asked him.
"I have a flight back to New York scheduled for Monday morning. So I'll be all yours for the entire weekend if that is okay with you?"
"It's certainly perfect for me….I am anxious to see you."
"I am anxious to see you too, Bella. I miss you hun."
"I miss you too, Robert. I'll be at the airport on Friday at 7:00. See you."
"See you, Bella. Good-night hun…be safe…"
"Always am…Bye Robert." Then I hung up.
At last, some good news today. I was going to see Rob on Friday…and we would be together all the weekend.
I picked up my stuff, shoved it in my schoolbag and went to bed….too tired to call Rosalie and my dad….I would do that tomorrow. As soon as my head hit the pillow…maybe because of Robert… I drifted into a deep, heavy sleep.
EDWARD
What a day! What a day, I kept mumbling to myself. Now that I found Isabella…no, I did not find Isabella. Fate put Isabella in my life…I did not know what to do and how to make her listen to me.
She was so angry and furious…I had to find a way to talk to her…I owed her explanations, and I had to apology…I wanted her to be my friend and maybe more…Ha! Ha! Cullen…here you are again…your dick is directing your life…you are such a fucking bastard…Oh…shut the fuck up…you motherfucker…the girl is gorgeous, sexy, beautiful and clever…Why not? ...Why not…? She fascinates me…What's wrong with that? I am a man…she is a woman…Why not?
But evidently I had to talk to Isabella first. My mom was the person to listen to me and to give me some advice. She was certainly at the hospital, so I would have to wait and call her later.
I had a beer and a slice of pizza, sat on the couch and called Jasper. I told him that I had a hard time following the classes today, without giving him any specific reason, and he explained all the stuff I missed. He asked me if I wanted to join him before classes the next day at Starbuck to get a coffee and breakfast…That was fine with me…He was a great guy, and I was sure that he would soon be a good friend of mine.
I began to look at the verbs we had to study and the text we had to translate for Friday…Jesus Christ that was not going to be easy…I translated a few sentences, searching the meaning in the dictionary and stopped after three sentences. Maybe Jasper could help with that text tomorrow.
I took a quick shower, towel-dried, put on a pair of black boxers and a t-shirt, and sat on the couch again. Then I went to the window, hiding behind the curtain to see if I could catch sight of Isabella…I felt like a Peeping Tom and I saw her…..she was walking in her livingroom talking on the phone…Who was she talking to? Did she have a boyfriend? Maybe she was talking to her mom or her dad? ...Ha! Ha! Look at you Cullen…Are you a detective? Oh! Yeah! You are Harry Clearwater… Now you are spying on her….really you are such an idiot…Hey fuck you…And get out of my head…
I went back to the couch and called my mother.
On the first ring, she answered and was evidently happy to hear from me.
"Hello, baby. How are you? How was your day?"
"Not so bad, Mom, but there is something I want to tell you…I need your advice mama."
"Go on, darling. I am all ears for you, Eddie. What's going on?" my mom said.
And I told everything about Isabella Swan…My mother knew about Irina, but nothing about the cocktail party and my misbehaviour and the next day at the Starbucks when Isabella spilled coffee on me...my intentions of finding her to make amends, my day at school…meeting her again and trying to talk to her and now the additional fact that she was living across the street, and that I still had to apologize to her, even though Isabella did not seem to want to hear a single word from me.
My mom was not too happy about my misconduct toward a girl who was a complete stranger to me.
"That's not the way we raised you, baby…and that was very wrong of you…you can't judge people like that…and the job they do is none of your business…but that, I think you learned….we are all entitled to make mistakes…and you know, Eddie…alcohol and drugs are not a good thing to mix. I don't know if Isabella will want to listen to you. It is all in your hands right now. Give her time…Don't harass her…Show her the good man you can be…She will see you…you are in class with her…Be good and nice to all the students that are in your class…I am sure she will notice….Isabella is pissed right now…and I do understand her…I understand that you were hurt too… the way Irina treated you…Be nice…and give her time….That is the best advice I can give you right now…I love you, baby…we love you."
"Okay, mom…thank you…thank you so much….I love you. Tell dad, Alice and Emmet I miss them."
"Bye, darling. Take care of yourself…and don't forget to call."
"Bye, mom…I'll call again this week."
Then I hung up. My mom…I loved her so much…I loved my family so much…
Yes, I would give Isabella all the time she needed. I would show her my best sides. I knew I could be an asshole, but I knew I was a good person as well. Isabella was in my life right now, and I would do everything I could to be a part of her life.
End of chapter 10
A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter…Now Bella and Edward have met…in the same class…in the same neighbourhood…And Rob will be back soon…
Tell me what you think…will it be easy for Edward? …and Bella is going to see Rob again… What do you think will happen between those two?
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Love France xxx