hey, yeah i know i said i would update before now, but by the time i finished rereading the chapter, i didnt feel like posting last night because i didnt feel like writing my AN. anyways,i would say more, but i about to clean my room, plus i dont have anything to really say, so here's the chp. please enjoy.

Chapter III

(Bpov)

I was at my locker when I heard the quick tapping of Rosalie's heels coming towards me. I knew it was her because she was the only person would run towards me with or without heels on. Everyone else usually insult me from a distance. "Bella!" she cried like something was wrong.

I looked up to see I was right with my prediction. I don't see how she could walk let along run in those things. "Mind explaining to me what exactly the issue is?" I asked.

She stopped next to me. "Why can't you just say what's wrong?" she asked.

I chuckled. "Why do you have a problem with my dialect?" I asked in response.

She shook her head. "That's not the problem right now."

"Then what is?" I asked again. She showed me a piece of paper. "What is this?" I took it. I got my answer before she replied. It was her progress report. I never really identified with what point of us receiving these as early as did was. With only three weeks into the school year, it gave people who were passing a false sense of security. Because of that, they stop trying as hard as they can and end up failing anyways. On the other hand it makes people think who were failing think they weren't trying hard enough, which was probably not true.

Either way, I believed early progressive reports did more harm than good.

"I need you to look at it." She said.

"How did you even obtain this?" I questioned. Our progress reports were sent in the mail a few days ago. They were sent by mail so the parents would get them. They were never handed directly to students, just like our final report cards.

"I got the mail before my parents did. I wanted to make sure there was nothing I needed to change." She explained. And I'm sure that's why they never gave the students' reports directly to us; in fear of something like that happing.

I gave Rosa a disappointed look. Even though I was sure everyone else did, she knew how I feel about her even joking about cheating, which included changing her grades so they were better. I work hard to get the grade I do, so I would appreciated if everyone did the same. But I know they find it easier to just swindler their way through everything. She rolled her eyes when she saw the look I was giving her. "I was kidding. Can you just look at it please?"

I sighed and looked at the page. Then I saw she was agonizing over nothing. "Rosa, this is fine." I told her as I handed the paper back to her.

She looked at it and groaned. "Yeah, except for this stupid C in the Bio." She complained.

I chuckled at her. "It's one C, Rosie; the rest are B's."

She leaned against the locker next to mine. "Easy for you to say. you probably already have all A's." I just shrugged at her assumption. She was probably correct, but I wouldn't know. Because I find progress reports completely pointless, I don't bother looking at them. If I needed an update, I would talk to my teachers. The grades they had on their computers were more recent than the ones we get sent home anyways. "I gotta get this up."

"I'm sure you will. What's the big deal; it's not even final." I reminded her.

"I guess. Either way, mind if we study together for that test on Friday?"

I smiled. "Sure. I don't see why not. You can come over tonight and tomorrow." I told her.

"Izzie, as much as I love your house, you know we can always go to my house and study." I froze at the thought of going to her house. I've rarely go to her house. Even when we stop by for her to get something, I would stay in the car. The one time I was in her house longer than a few minutes was about a summer ago when I use to sleep over. All that time, something was wrong with Jasper's leg, so I kept running into him and making a fool of myself. Because of that, it was one of the first and last times.

Then I realized that I should stay away from her house because it meant a greater chance of running into her brother.

Running into him at school is different than running to him in his own home. With the school being filled with other students, it was a lesser chance of coming in any kind of contact with him. Even if our paths somehow cross, there is always a reason for one of us to leave so I don't humiliate myself too much. In a house, it would mostly be Rosa, him and me so the chances of me being in front of him and making an idiot of myself are not ones I was really willing to take.

I looked at her then shook my head. "It's okay. I'm sure Charlie and Renee would love to see you." I told her.

"It's not like he's always there…" I blushed and smiled because I knew she was talking about. She shook her head. "I didn't even say his name. Girl, you have it bad. Anyways, since my house is off limits until you go through your 'changes'. I'll be over when I can."

The bell rang. "We should go." I closed my locker and we walked to our class.

For the rest of the day, Rosa had her mind concentrated on the class and was paying close attention to the teacher. She was even taking notes and didn't look at her phone when it went off in her purse, for which I was very proud of her for. The thing about Rosalie was she was smart, she was just easily distracted. For example, anytime her phone goes off, she doesn't think twice before reaching in her purse to look at it. But today, she didn't pull it out, not once.

After our first four classes together, the lunch bell rang. I walked with Rosa to her locker. "So last night, Jasper asked if I was eating with them today." She said as she opened the door to her locker. I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face when she said his name. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. It wasn't my fault even the sound of his name did that to me.

"What did you tell him?" I finally inquired.

She turned back to her locker to get whatever it was she needed. "I told him I much rather hang out with someone I actually like for another week." She answered. I could only guess she was talking about the other cheerleaders. I believe the only people who honestly like the cheerleaders are the football team and, of course, the other cheerleaders. It was a good thing Rosa wasn't actually one of them or I might lose her.

The reasons she ate lunch with me all last week was because the team had their first game the following Saturday and she said she didn't want to hear them discuss the same things over and over. They have another one coming up and she claims this week was the same reason. I half believed her when she told me, but another part of me told it was something else.

"You're not afraid that will fire you or something?" I asked.

"For missing a few dumb lunches?" she asked then shook her head at her own question. "Nah, they'll get over it, I'm sure. Besides, I would like to see them try. They will never find anyone as good as me and they know it just like I do." She gloated. She was unquestionably confident; I had to give her that. I wish I was like her when it came to things like that; being confident in anything but my intelligence.

But she had every right to be as sure of herself as she was. She was right. She was an incredible dancer; add that with her creative ideas, trying to find someone to replace her would be very close to impossible.

I leaned against the locker next to her as I waited for her to finish. When I did, my eyes caught something rather unpleasant. I cleaned my glasses before putting them back to make sure I was seeing correctly. The sad part was I was. "Speaking of people wishing they can replace you." I said. She turned away from the mirror in her locker and looked at me. I nodded to what I was looking at. She followed my nod to the other set of lockers across from us. she saw her "boyfriend", Emmett, flirting with Lauren. The reason I only half believe her when she told me why she was eating lunch with me. It was because I honestly thought Rosalie was eating me because she had a fight with her boyfriend a week ago. I believe she was avoiding the problem, though she keeps saying she wasn't.

She made a disgusted sound as she rolled her eyes away from them. I was kind of surprise she didn't walk over there and started snapping at him. "Could be he more obvious? As if I'm not damn insecure." She said.

"What do you mean?" I said in a confused tone.

"Come on, flirting with one of easiest girls on the squad – which, by the way, is saying a lot – right across from my locker. It's actually kind of sad that he thinks I will get jealous that easily. If he honestly thinks that, he must not know me like he should." She said before turning back to her mirror to finish applying her lip gloss.

"So you two are still fighting." I concluded.

"You mean he's still pouting because he realized I don't have to be with him all the time. Yep." She said, popping the 'p'.

"You know you don't have to eat with me. You can go sit with him today if it will make things better between you two."

"That's okay. I really rather not." She answered

"Rosie, it's okay. He's your boyfriend."

She turned to me again. "Izzie, I'm not sitting with you because I have to. I'm doing it because I want to. I'm not just Rosalie Hale, Emmett's beautiful girlfriend. I'm so much more than that. I'm my own person." She stopped for a second. "And the sooner he stops acting like a baby and realize I'm not his fucking arm candy, the sooner we can get back to our relationship." She said loudly. I turned to see Emmett walking pass. Now I see why she said what she said and as loudly as she did.

He turned to us, hearing what she said. He turned quickly away, but not before looking like he was going to come over and said something to her. I couldn't help to think that he quickly changed his mind because of me. I know she would say it wasn't, but sometimes I think because my friendship with her is the reason why they fight so much. I wish she would didn't have to choose. And I wish she didn't pick me every time just to prove a point.

"That wasn't very mature." I told her.

She shrugged, tell me she didn't care. "Yeah, well, neither is he so he totally deserves it. He acts like he could get whatever he wants by just snapping his fingers and then wants to throw a damn tantrum when I don't want to play his silly ass little games." She closed her locker. "Like I said, he's being a baby and he will get over it. Then he will find something else to bitch about. I swear, he acts as if he's the damn female in our relationship." She mumbled as she flipped her hair over her shoulder before hooking her arm with mine. "Let's go to the library so we can get a start on this studying." She suggested. I nodded before we started walking.

As soon as we turned the corner, we were stopped by Forks' High personal prized procession on legs. Edward gave Rosa one his infamous half-smiled. Neither one of us were impressed. He wasn't the one who made me weak in the knees and silly in the head. As for Rosalie, well, she was never really that awestruck by the being that was Edward Cullen.

"And speaking of guys who think they can get what they want just by snapping his fingers." She said, giving him a fake smile.

He chuckled. "I wished that was true." he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "I would have had you a long time ago." He flirted.

"Hmm…Edward Cullen, always such the charmer." She said sarcastically.

He smiled. "So my charm is working on you." He said as he brushed his finger along her cheek, clearly missing her tone.

She gave a chuckle. "Not quite." She said as she knocked his hand away from her face. She crossed her arms and looked at him. "Now, tell me. To what do I own the pleasure?" she asked with a hard and annoyed sigh. Her tone didn't change at all. She nodded to me, signaling me to come with her. She didn't wait for him to answer as she started to walk away.

He caught up with us and put his arm around Rosa's shoulders. "Can't I talk to my best friend's very attractive girlfriend without being questioned?" he asked sweetly.

"No." she told him before pushing him off her. She stopped again and turned to him. "Cut the crap, Edward because you know it doesn't work on me. Now what the hell do you want?" she asked. She waited for him to answer this time.

"Fine." He said, dropping his act. "I need a favor." He started. That was all I needed to hear. Once he said that, I knew it had nothing to do with me; as if him not saying a single word to me wasn't a tip off. I leaned in Rosa's ear and told her I'll meet her in the library when she was done before turning to finish our walk. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you." Edward said behind me before I took more than three steps. I turned him slowly and gave him a confused look. "Isabella, right?" he asked as if we hadn't known each other since the sixth grade.

"Yes." I said, still confused as I took the steps back towards them. "Why do you need to talk to me?" I requested.

"Yeah." She said stepping in front of me like she was protecting me. "What do you want with her?" she asked.

He put his hands up in defense. "Chill, I just need to talk to her about something very important." He explained. I looked at him over her shoulder. He never said a single word to since seventh grade when we were forced to work on a science fair project together. I still didn't understand why he wanted to talk to me of all people.

"What?"

I pushed her aside so he could look at me. "Yes. I would like to know your reasoning as well." I told him.

He smiled at me, probably thinking I would swoon at the sight of it because I was oh so lucky he was smiling at me. But I was unaffected again. Like I said, he wasn't the one I was weak for.

"Mind if we talk alone?" he offered. I knew he wanted me to tell Rosalie to leave us alone, but that wasn't going happen. I didn't trust him.

"I do." Rosa snapped at him. Of course she wasn't going to let it happen either. I suppose she thought the same thing I did. He wanted something and we shouldn't trust the pretty eyes ad smile. His eyes shifted from me to her. "Whatever the hell it is, you can talk about it in front of me." she told him.

"I really rather not."

"Then you can't talk to my best friend." She informed him.

He shifted his eyes from her to me then back. He sighed hard when he realized she wasn't going anywhere. "Okay," he said looking at me again. "Isabella, like I said, I need a favor from you."

"No." Rosa answered for me.

He looked at her. "You don't even know what I was going to ask."

"Whatever it is, the answer is no." she answered again.

"You should really let her answer for herself." He pointed out.

She took a step in front of me. I wonder if she knew she didn't have to protect me from Edward. I could handle myself when it came to him. It wasn't he was her brother. He wasn't even as bad as Tanya. As much as he wants to play the leader, he was really nothing more than a glorified follower.

If it was Emmett in front of us, that would be a different story. Her boyfriend is almost a whole foot taller than me and about fifty pounds bigger than most of the guys here, and that's all muscle. Saying he petrified the crap out of me is a complete understatement, and that's from across the hall. I could only imagine what would happen if he was as close to us as Edward was now.

"Edward, why the hell are you really talking to us? Did Emmett tell you pull me away or is this some kind of dumb dare?" she said.

"You really think so little of me?" he replied.

"Yes, yes I do. Now leave us alone. And if I ever see you harassing my friend again, I will make sure the very next time Emmett has to block for you, he doesn't. Got me?" she asked.

He looked over her shoulder and at me. I could read enough body language to know that his eyes were telling me to tell Rosa to let him to talk to me and ask whatever favor he need. The truth was I didn't want to talk to him anymore than she wanted him to talk to me. Rosa was most likely right. His dumb friends send him over to ask me something nonsensical. I didn't feel like dealing with him and his poor endeavor at comedy. At least not today. Maybe tomorrow.

So I shook my head.

He sighed and shifted his eyes back to her. "Gotcha. I'll see you around, Blondie." He said to her before walking away from us.

"Damn idiot." She mumbled before turning to me. She hooked my arm again and we walked to the library.

After we spent our lunch in the library, Rosa and I went to our last class together. Even in that class, she didn't look at her phone. It was rather surprising because that was the class she seemed the most distracted in.

When that class was over, it was time for us to go our separate ways for the day as she went to gym and I went to my French III class. My last class should be gym like Rosa, but I changed it. I had to take another elective in place of it so I took another year of French. Rosa was upset when I told her we didn't have all our classes together, but it got me out of the embarrassment of me taking gym; plus it looked good on my transcripts.

Before I could go to it, I had to stop by my locker first to grab some notes I forgot. It was the only class I needed to pay more than my average close attention.

Once I got to my locker, I saw I had a surprise waiting for me, leaning against my locker and looking at his phone. It wasn't exactly something I would ask Santa for, however. I guess I didn't really have the option to be bothered with him like I thought. Twice in one day? Geez, what did he want from me that he would do this?

"Do you mind?" I said when I got close enough. He looked at me with a confused look. I pointed behind him. "You're on my locker and I would like to get in. So if you don't mind, will you move your rearend?" I asked with false politeness.

"Oh sorry." Edward said as he moved. "I was hoping you would come to your locker." He said to me as I opened it. I didn't reply so he kept going. "I actually didn't know it this locker was yours. I got lucky, I guess." He kept going as I shuffled through my things trying to get what I was searching for. I really didn't have time for him. I closed my locker after recovering my notes. I started to walk away from him. I heard him following me. I guess me not answering him didn't tell him I didn't wish to speak with him. "So how was studying in the library?" he asked when he was close enough.

I stopped and turned to him. He was so close behind me that he almost ran into me when I did. I didn't realize he was that close. When he recovered himself, he gave me that same "heartbreaking" smile he gave all the girls. It's funny how he thinks that can make anyone fall in love with him. "What?" I asked.

"I was just being nice."

"Didn't Rosalie tell you to not harass me anymore?" I demanded.

"No, she said she didn't want to see me doing it. Do you see her around, because I don't." he corrected me. I never really had anyone correct me before. It was a small correction, but still… "Anyways, despite what she may think, I'm not going to harass you. I just want to talk to you." He finished.

"Fine, I'll bite. What do you want; and do it in a sprightly matter…" I stopped when he perplexed. People usually don't know what I'm saying. The only reason Rosa does because she uses context clues, just as I wish others would do as well. "Make it quick before I'm late to class." I reworded.

"Okay, I need your help." He finally said.

"No." I told him. Before he could response, I turned to walk away.

I heard him sigh hard. "I'm starting to get tired of you two doing that." I heard him mumbled. It has to be so awful to have people not listen to your charm. Please, spare me. I rolled my eyes as I kept walking. Before I could take another step, he was in front of me. "You don't even know what I was going to ask." He reminded me, smiling at me again.

I fixed my glasses. "Correct, but I know you. You would be talking to me unless you want something completely and utterly idiotic and like I said before, I don't have time for this. So whatever it is, the answer is no." I tried to walk around him, but he stepped in front of me. Again, he wasn't leaving me alone. "Are you going to let me go if I let you tell me?" I requested.

"Probably." He admitted.

It was no "probably" about it. I knew he wasn't going to stop until I at least hear what he had to say. I sighed hard. "Go." I instructed.

"I need you to tutor me." he got right to the point this time.

"Excuse me." I said as if I misheard him.

"My grades are low." I snorted. That was an understatement, I was sure. I knew his efforts when it came to work. He wasn't like Rosa; once he was distracted, he never got back on track. He didn't acknowledge the small comment as he went on. "I need to get them up fast so I need your help."

"Well since I know what you need me for, the answer is still no." I told him.

I stepped to the side. He did the same and was in front of me again. "Why not?" he demanded.

"Because I'm guessing 'tutor you' is code for 'give you all my answers'." We worked on that one project in seventh grade and that was all I needed to know what kind of student he was. He would copy someone next to him without a second though and wouldn't feel bad when he got whatever it was back with an A on it. He allowed me to do all the work for the project and took praises from teacher when we received a 100% as if he did anything. He's the reason why I hate cheaters as much as I do. Because of that, I really rather not be the source of his answers.

"No, I mean actually tutor. It will not do me any good during a test if I don't know anything." Wow, that was mature of him. For the first time since he stepped in front of me, he impressed me. Not enough where I wanted to help him, however. I'm sure anyone else would be dying to help him with that.

"Just find someone else. I can't help you." I told him. I took two steps over so I could get pass him. I succeed this time.

"Yes you can." He insisted as he followed me, again not taking no for answer. I guess he wasn't used to hearing the word.

"Mind me asking what's with your sudden interest in getting better grades?" I long as I knew him, he was the type of person who was okay with "just getting by".

"If I don't get my grades up, I can't play football for the rest of the season then I can't run track in the spring." He answered.

"Aw, poor baby. That sounds so awful." I said sarcastically as rolled my eyes. As if not playing some stupid sport was the worst thing ever.

"So you do understand?" he replied. Did he really think I understand what he was going through? If he did, then wow. Maybe he shouldn't be playing football for a while. His helmet must be blocking the correct amount of air from getting to his brain.

"No, Edward, I don't. And because I don't, I have yet to see a real reason why should help you." I admitted to him.

"What do I have to do get you to help me?" he asked.

"Give me something worth my time." I mumbled half-heartedly.

"Okay, I understand that." I thought I was saying it low enough, but he heard me. "What do you want? Good seats at out next game; a spot on the cheerleading team." He offered. I gave a small snort at the two. As if that's what every girl dreams of. Well, the girls here might, but neither one of those interests me like they should. I shook my head. "Okay what? Money? However much you want is not a problem." Of course it wasn't, not for him anyways.

"Leave me alone, Edward." I said as kept walking.

"Okay. I know what you really want."

I gave a chuckle. "This should be interesting." I mumbled.

"You clearly want what every girl wants. You want a date with me." he said. When he said that, I laughed out loud. I covered my mouth because I didn't mean to laugh as loudly as I did. "I'm right, aren't I? Okay, how about this, after I throw the winning touchdown at the Homecoming game, I'll take you the dance. We could dance for a song or two, and I'll even take a picture with you. I'm sure it would be the best night of your life."

I stopped and turned to him again. Again, he almost ran into me. I wish he would stop doing that before he actually does. He smiled at me. I smiled back. "Are you serious?" I said. He nodded. "I get to go you the Homecoming dance, and with you?" I continued to gush in a typical overexcited teenager girls' voice.

"But I can't kiss you. I do have a girlfriend." He reminded me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at him. Oh yes, his girlfriend. How, oh how could I forget about his girlfriend? She will not let me forget her existence.

"Oh my goodness this is so exciting." I dropped my façade along with my false smile before continuing. "I just might faint. Please hold me. Oh baby, oh baby." I mocked with the largest amount of sarcasm I ever gave someone. I couldn't fight the compulsion as I rolled my eyes away from him. I turned and walked away from him again.

"Wow, I didn't know you like me that much. Through I really shouldn't be surprise. That's the way all girls react." He said behind me. I shook my head him. Geez, this guy can dense. Not only that, but he does not give up, for anything.

I chuckled. "You should look up the word 'mocking', superstar." I told him.

"Superstar, huh? Has a nice right to it." He said as if he was actually considering using it.

"You might also want to look the word 'facetious' while you're at it." I answered. "And 'arrogant'." I mumbled under my breath.

"I don't know what that mean, but whatever. It's beside the point. Will you tutor me or not?" he asked, getting back to his original point.

I stopped and turned to him. "Why me specifically?" I asked.

"Because you are the smartest person I know and probably the only person who could get me to where I need to be in such a short amount of time. So please help me. I would do anything. I will owe you until we graduate and probably well after. Only if you help me now. " he begged.

He really shouldn't beg. I hated when people do that. It was supposed to make people feel sorry for you, but I just felt annoyed when I heard it. Plus, when guys did it, it wasn't as cute as they probably thought it was. I was going to answer just so he could let me go to class, but I was interrupted.

"Edward." I heard someone call. Edward turned to it and I looked over his shoulder. When we did, we saw Jasper jogging towards us. "Hey." Jasper greeted when he was close enough to us. "I was hoping I'd catch you before class. What are you still doing in the hall?" he asked as they slapped hands.

"I was…uh…handing something." Edward told Jasper. Oh, now I'm a something? I would have say that out loud like the rest of my remarks, but the sight of Jasper made me a mute.

Jasper nodded before turning to me. He smiled. "Hey Isabella." He greeted me with his perfect smile. Like before, I felt myself blushing at it. I was probably blushing hard than any other time simply at the fact that he call me by name. It wasn't the name I practically wanted him to know me as, but still. It was something. "Not losing any more papers, I hope." He teased.

"Uh…no." I answered as I held my books tighter to me. I wanted to say more, but I didn't know what else to say to that.

He chuckled. "That's good. It probably helps that I'm not colliding with you anymore." He joked. I gave a small laugh because it was all I could really get out.

Edward hit Jasper's arm with the back of his hand. "Didn't you want something, man?" Edward asked him.

Just like that, Jasper's attention was off me and on his friend. I can't say I wasn't happy for that. I never do well when I have his attention was on me for too long. But just because his eyes weren't me, didn't mean mine weren't still on him. "Yeah, Coach caught me before I left gym and he wanted me to tell you that practice will be an hour longer until the end of the month."

"Why?" Edward asked.

Jasper shrugged. "He said we got some plays to work out before the next game. And he said he wanted every part of the team to be perfect for the Homecoming game." He explained.

Edward sighed. "Damnit. Alright, thanks man." He said as they slapped hands again.

"By the way, dude, can you tell Rosa when you see her in gym?"

"I don't think your sister really want to talk to me right now." Edward told him.

"Why? What did you do?" Jasper asked.

Edward looked at me on side of his eye. I shrugged. I didn't care rather or not he told him why Rosa was upset with him. It was his own fault, honestly. He shifted his eyes back to Jasper. Edward shrugged. "Who knows? It's probably her way of saying she like me."

Jasper chuckled. "Don't let Em hear that." he joked. Then he sighed. "Crap. She said she won't be home tonight so I need her key."

"Just text her." Edward suggested.

"I would, but my phone is at home charging."

I couldn't stand to see him in any kind trouble. Before I could stop myself. "I can tell her." I blurted out. Jasper and Edward looked at me. "I can text her before class is over" I rushed out.

"Uh…that's okay, I wouldn't want you get caught or something. I can get to her before she leaves."

"I won't." I assured him, I was sure of it, considering she and I text each other all the time during class – most of the time when we were right next to each other – and never got caught. And if I did, it wouldn't be like I would get in trouble.

Jasper smiled at me. "Okay. Thanks." He placed his hand on my shoulder. "I owe you one." he said with a wink. He removed his hand and looked at his wrist watch. "I have to go before I'm late again. See you at practice, Edward." He said before jogging the way he came.

"You're welcome." I whispered a little too late and I was more than sure he didn't hear me. I touched the shoulder Jasper touched as I kept thinking. He touched me, he actual touched me. "I might actual faint." I mumbled. I felt my knees shake and become weak. I was afraid they would give out under me. I was so glad to see that they didn't and I was still standing.

"Isabella!" I heard someone call me. I looked up and Edward still standing in front of me. "Are you okay?" he said as if he was repeating and slowing it down this time so I could understand him. I fixed my glasses and nodded. "What the hell was that about?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing." I told him.

"That wasn't 'nothing'." He replied. He looked at me as if he was he was looking for something in me. "Wait. Do you like Jasper?"

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Oh come on, I've seen that look. Granted, it's usually given to me, but I still know what it looks like."

"You are truly delusional." I replied.

He gave a confused look. "Okay, I don't know what that means. But I do know you haven't denied it yet; which usually means I'm right." he gave a loud laugh that echoed through the hall. I blushed hard at his correct assumption. It was a good thing the hall was empty. He chooses now to not be oblivious? "I wonder if he knows."

I glared at him. "He doesn't. And you're not going to tell him."

"Okay." He laughed as if he wasn't taking me seriously.

"I'm serious. You can't tell him or anyone else, at least not yet."

"Yet?" he questioned.

I shook my head. "Unimportant to you. You just cannot tell him." I begged. Now I was the one begging? How did that happen exactly?

"Fine I won't say anything. Only if you do something for me." he grinned.

"Are you really blackmailing me?" I asked in disbelief. That seemed so sit-com.

He shrugged. "I call it helping each other. Help me get the grades I need and my lips are sealed until you're ready to tell him. I'm sure it would get out before then, but it wouldn't be by my doing." He promised. Before I could answer the bell rang. Great. I was officially late to class thanks to him. I really loathed being late. I'm really starting to remember why I didn't like him.

I sighed. "Fine. I will think about it." I told him before turning away.

"When do I get my answer?" he asked as I walked away from him.

I turned but didn't stop this time. "After school. Meet by my truck."

"Which one is yours?" he asked.

I chuckled. "It's the red Chevy. Trust me; you will know when you see it. I have to go." I turned and walked quickly, afraid I would trip if I actually ran, all the way to my next class.

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After my last class, I had to stay after to get a lecture from my teacher. The only thing worse than getting a lecture I didn't feel I deserved was getting one in a language I barely understood. I would get him for making me late like that. In the end, she said – in English I was happy for – since it was my first tardy, she would let me off with a warning.

After that, I met Rosalie by my locker. "Sorry." I said to her when I got close.

"What took you so long?" she asked as she moved away from my locker.

"I was late to class so I had to stay after."

"Why?"

I looked at her. "I…uh was looking for some notes and it took me longer than I thought to find it." I lied to her. "Did you get my text?" I asked, not knowing if it was one of those days where she left her phone in her purse in her locker.

She nodded. "I still don't understand how you knew their practice would go long this week."

"I told you; I overheard some people talking about it." I lied to her again. I felt bad about being untruthful with her. I don't do it often, but I felt I had to now. I didn't really want to tell her what Edward and I talked about. She would think he was using me or something. I loved her, but she would feel the desire to step in something that did not consider her. I was going to tell her, but only when things were settled.

She rolled her eyes and groaned. "Goodness; that damn sport seem to be all anyone could talk about. I'll be happy when the season is over." She mumbled. I shrugged. She took her purse off her shoulder and looked through it. She found what she was looking for and pulled out her 'Dance!' lander with her keys attached to it. "Alright. I'm going to give my irresponsible brother my key. Want to come with?" she asked. I shook my head. "Okay; I'll meet you at your house." She gave me a hug before going the way of the gym, which led to the field.

When she turned the corner, I went off to meet a certain someone at my truck.

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