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BPOV

Green piercing eyes – ok, I was wrong about blue - messy bronze hair, perfect features, tall and muscular. One single word to describe him: beautiful. I pictured him very nice, cute, and stuff, but seeing him...wow, he took my breath away. But his smile...that smile. Speechless. I couldn't think right now.

I grabbed a piece of paper, forcing my hand to write something.

Not too bad. I thought you were different, but I must say, I'm surprised.

That was the misunderstanding of the year.

Surprised, in a good way? Or in a bad way?

Really? You'd got to be kidding me.

In a good way. So, now I finally know who you are.

Snap out of it, Bella. He was just a guy. He was not God, although he looked like Adonis. What was wrong with me?

I could say the same thing.

He found me pretty? Or he just said that only to make me feel better? I sighed and glanced at the clock. It was almost 9pm and I was awfully tired. My eyes were slowly drooping, although I wanted to stay here for the rest of the night and just talk to him.

It was refreshing. Every guy I tried to talk to, they'd always flirted with me shamelessly or made 'subtle' innuendoes.

I decided to take a shower and then sleep. I had time to talk to him tomorrow and the day after tomorrow and so on.

I'm going to take a shower now. Talk to you later.

I took my pajamas with me into the bathroom and turned on the water. I ran the brush a couple of times through my hair and striped off my clothes. I got in the bathtub and closed my eyes.

After thirty minutes or so, I realized I had fallen asleep and I quickly changed into my pajamas, blew dry my hair, and made something to eat. Before going to bed, I sent him one more note.

Good night.

Good night.

I smiled as I jumped under the covers and pressed my face against the pillow. I was so going to dream about him.

EPOV

It was 10am when I woke up. 10am? Damn it, I was late.

I got out of bed, grabbed a pair of jeans and a black shirt, and stormed out of the apartment. I jumped in my Volvo and started the engine. I was one hour late. Great, just freaking great.

His house wasn't very far from mine, but he was the most irritating kid I'd ever had to teach. He didn't like me from the moment he first saw me and I had to say that the feeling was mutual. I pulled over in front of the block and ran upstairs. I knocked at the door twice, panting heavily and keeping one hand on my knee.

Jacob answered, having a fake grin on his face, although his brow was furrowed. "You're late."

I nodded, still gasping for air. "I know. Traffic."

He let me in and I took my coat off. "I'm giving you only half of the money." Jacob said and I scoffed quietly.

What?

"Why?" I frowned and he shrugged indifferently.

"Because you're late." he said matter-of-factly.

"But the class is taking two hours, like usual." I hissed.

"It doesn't matter. You should have been here at 9, now it's 10, so you judge."

God, I hated this kid.

I clenched my hands into fists and walked with him into the other room where the piano was. We both sat down on the bench and I ran my fingers over the ivory keys. I should at least take my revenge, I thought as the corners of my lips twitched.

He cleared his throat loudly, breaking me out of my reverie. "So, I practiced this song, the one that you told me was too difficult for me," he smiled smugly and I forced a sarcastic one.

"Ok, let's see then." I challenged him and with another smug smile, he started.

He was good. Although I hated to admit it, he was very good. I knew for a fact that he didn't like playing piano, but he had skills. Unfortunately, it seemed. We'd never talked about our problems and he was too conceited to actually say anything regarding his life. At first I thought he was just shy, but after a couple of weeks, I realized how wrong I was.

"What do you think?" he asked and I shrugged.

"Good. Congratulations. You really did it, I'm surprised." I mumbled and his smile only grew. "But that's not what I gave you to practice," I pointed out and his smile faltered until it disappeared.

"I've learned the difficult one. This should count as homework." he hissed.

I'd never understood his mood swings.

"I'm afraid not," I sighed dramatically.

"And what are you going to do about it?" he asked rhetorically, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Jacob, I gave you two songs to practice. And from what I remember, I told you to have them ready by now, because I gave them to you three weeks ago. Every time we meet, you give me an excuse for not practicing them. I think it's enough," I frowned.

"Well, if you had taught me better, I would have known," he scoffed loudly.

What was he saying!? I gave him two songs that weren't too difficult and he played the most complex one. That wasn't his homework and he should have stuck to the lesson plan. Yes, I was impressed, but I didn't think at school, the teacher would have given him an A for doing thirty exercises that weren't actually homework.

At least that's the way it was in my school.

"Maybe you want to learn, but you're not very obedient." I said, trying to act like a real teacher and not get too angry.

"Are you serious? And what are you? My father?"

I took a deep breath. "Look, Jacob. I'm trying to be nice to you. I'm your teacher and we shouldn't argue like this all the time."

He rolled his eyes.

"I know you hate me," I continued and he didn't seem to protest. After all, the feeling was mutual. "But at least pretend to like playing piano."

"Well, I can't be all lovey-dovey with the ivory keys, because I really hate playing piano." he shrugged.

Then why the hell was I here?

"You know what? I quit." I stood up abruptly. What? What did I just say?

"Oh. OK, fine," he seemed nearly thrilled about it, "but you're still receiving only half of the money.

Argh!

I got in the Volvo, mumbling angrily under my breath, and started the engine. The rest of my students were so nice and he was so bold.

I drove through New York, just listening to my music. In two hours I had another class, but until then, I didn't have anything to do. My thoughts slowly drifted to Bella and I really needed someone to talk to in that moment. I noticed a Starbucks and parked in front of it.

I got out of the car and walked inside. I startled when I bumped into someone.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." I apologized.

The guy was tall, blond and looked kind of nervous. "It's ok." he mumbled, frowning.

"Are you... alright?" I asked.

He looked at me warily, his eyes narrowing. "Yes. No. I mean, I don't know..." he frowned again, looked behind him then again at me. "Look, I know you don't know me, but can you...can you do me a favor?"

Huh?

"Um, depends," I shrugged. He did look nervous but he was just a stranger. I didn't trust him.

"Do you see that girl over there with short black hair?" he asked, trying to be subtle. I nodded once. The girl was talking to someone on the phone, smiling. In front of her was a cup of coffee. "Can you help me?"

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "Help you get her?"

"Well, yeah. I know it's weird, since you barely know me, but I never had the courage to talk to her. And maybe, you would be willing to help me," he muttered and I just stared at him. "So?"

I sighed and shrugged. "Ok. Just be near her so that you can help her clean up," I said and he looked at me confused. I didn't have time to explain my plan, so he followed my instructions.

She was grinning. "That's such good news. So you're coming. Finally. I can't believe it."

I pretended to trip over my own feet and fell on top of her table, spilling the coffee in her lap. She let out a long scream, jumped to her feet and then turned to glare at me. The guy was staring at both of us, mouth open and wide-eyed.

"I'm sorry. It was an accident." I pursed my lips.

"Oh my God. Why did you do that? These were my new Levi jeans and my Jimmy Choo's. Now they're ruined." she cried and stomped her foot furiously. She threw her cell phone in the purse and tried to clean herself up.

"I'm really sorry," I whispered again, but she didn't even look up at me.

I winked at the guy and he seemed to snap out of it, sending me a grateful smile. I nodded towards him once and I walked backwards, trying to get out of there.

"That guy was so rude. I'm sorry. Can I help you?" I heard him ask and I shook my head in amusement.

She squealed. "Oh really? Thank you so much. But I don't think the stain will come out now," she pouted and then smirked at him. "What's your name?"

I was already out when he answered her. I chuckled quietly to myself and climbed in the car, fastening my seat belt and turning on the radio.

Time for my next class.

BPOV

Finally home. I sighed as I opened the door and jumped on the couch. I was exhausted. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was almost 8pm. God, I really didn't like Kate. She convinced me she had some problems going on in her family and took the rest of the day off. I agreed because she seemed pretty upset about it.

And then I found out she was going to meet her boyfriend in twenty minutes because the guy wasn't willing to wait for her another couple of hours. So I had to do her job too. I'm surprised Maggie, our boss, hadn't fired her already.

I was in my pajamas and under the covers when my doorbell rang. I groaned and furiously got out of bed, opening the door. I sighed when I saw Alice smiling at me.

"I was trying to sleep, Alice." I yawned loudly and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Gee, happy to see you too." she grumbled and entered my apartment, making herself cozy on my couch. I sat next to her, bringing my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my knees. "Jasper is still at work and I was home alone. I thought it was a good idea to come see what you were doing," she shrugged.

"Sleeping," I mumbled under my breath.

She stared at me for a second and then frowned. "You look like crap."

"Thanks. I'm tired," I groaned.

"Then sleep," she pursed her lips.

"And what are you going to do?" I asked as my eyes were slowly drooping.

"I'll live. Come on, Bella. Go to your room and try to get some sleep. I think I'm going to watch a movie or something. Jasper said he's going to call me as soon as he gets home, so there's no problem."

I listened to her and walked in my room, got under the covers and closed my eyes. I was half asleep when I jumped to my feet startled.

"Oh, my God. Is this Edward Cullen?" Alice screamed.

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