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Chapter V

(Bpov)

"Turn right, up here." I instructed Edward.

He sighed hard again. he did that after every direction I gave him. I really wish he would stop. "I still don't understand why we don't take your truck?"

I chuckled. "You don't want to ride in my truck." I assumed, probably correctly. "Besides, I don't really trust you in it yet."

"What does that mean?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Don't take offense; I don't really trust anyone in it." It took a special kind of person to appreciate a ride in my red truck. Even Rosa still doesn't like being in. It was beaten down and broke down a lot, but I loved it. It got me from point A to point B and back without much trouble. It's usually when I'm finish traveling is when it cause me problems. Other than that it was satisfactory, so it was fine for me.

"Whatever, you could have drove my car." He suggested again. It was the umpteenth time. I wondered if he kept complaining because he was expecting me to feel sorry for him. He probably did. I don't know why he thought that after what I told him.

I don't feel bad for people who suffer after a night of drinking because they should know they're limits. Is it too much to ask for people to realize it and stop when they have reached it? I suppose so. It wasn't my fault he was too daft enough to go out drinking last night and forgot about our meet. Through, I should be slightly grateful that he actually made an appearance, even if he was hungover.

In retrospect, I should feel a little bad for him. I hear hangovers are a nightmare to deal with. I never had one. That was simply because of fact I never drank a slip of alcohol; not that I much of a reason to do so. Even if I did have a choice, I wouldn't. Charlie, my father, has filled me with such trepidation about the whole thing to even try. And besides, like I told Edward, I don't really feel bad for people who are punished for breaking the law; another thing for Forks' Chief Police, Office Swan's daughter.

I decided to answer Edward. "Responsibility." I answered.

"Uh?" he asked.

"That's why I made you drive. You should really learn the meaning of the word." I told him.

"What the hell does that exactly mean?" he demanded. I got that uneasy feeling I get whenever someone swears around me. It was greater with Edward because I wasn't use to him like I was to Rosalie.

"I didn't mean you don't comprehend the definition of the word; just that you don't really know how to put it in use." I explained.

He sighed hard, and then I saw the very corner of his eye move, telling he was rolling his eyes at me. I feel he was going to be doing that quite frequently while he's with me. I don't think I say things he wants to hear. "Explain." He said simply.

"Sure. Firstly, once again feel welcome to correct me if I am assuming incorrectly, but if I have driven, you would have fallen asleep." I paused so he could answer or defend himself. He didn't, as I know he wouldn't. I continued. "How can you learn a lesson if you're asleep?" I asked.

"Lesson?" he questioned with lift of one of his eyebrows.

I nodded. "Yes. The one that teaches you to know your limits because not everyone will feel bad about not feeling bad about your 'illness'."

He blew out a hard breathe. "You know your wonder twins were drinking as well." He informed me. I didn't know Jasper drank, but I wasn't surprise since his sister does every weekend with her boyfriend. I don't know why he felt the need to tell me that; probably so I would get off his back about the whole thing.

I sighed. "I know. She will probably call me later to come over to take of her. Just because my friend does it, doesn't make it okay. Like I said, I don't approve of it." I reminded him.

"Why don't you teach her this damn lesson then?" he mumbled.

I chuckled. "You say that as if I never tried. Besides, I need you to know where we're going and how to get there in case I want you to pick up something for one of our sessions."

"Will you be doing that a lot?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Not really sure. Make another left." I told him.

He followed my last direction. "Is this it?" he asked when he saw the small building.

"Yes, it is." I told him just before we parked.

He got out the car after I did. When he did, he shielded the side of his glasses again. I had an intense urge to yank them off his face, but I resisted. I decided I was going to be grateful he was at least making some kind of effort. However, if he breathes hard or I have the feeling he's rolling his eyes at me again, I just might. "Where are we anyways?" he asked me as I walked around the car to him.

"This is the only bookstore in Forks. It's kind of small, but the next one is in Port Angeles. It's just easier to come here." I didn't tell him, but I enjoy coming here more. There was something very intimate about it that makes me feel more comfortable to shop here. Everyone here is friendlier.

I led Edward into the building. Maybe he will receive a little more relive when we get inside. When we got in, he proved me wrong when he didn't make a move to remove his glasses. At least he dropped his hand from his face; that was something.

"Hi Bella. Welcome back." I was greeted when the bell on the door rang. I looked and smiled at the girl behind the corner.

"Hi Angela." I greeted in returned. Edward came and stood beside me. "Angela, this is an 'acquaintance' of mine. Edward this is –." Before I could finish the introduction, she stopped me.

Her jaw dropped and she looked at him. "Edward? Edward Cullen? Like the captain of the football team?" she stamped out.

He turned to me and smiled. He was finally getting the reaction he felt he deserved, I presume. He turned back to her. He took his glasses off with a small, but noticeable winced. I gave a chuckle. He smiled at her. "The one and only." He said to her. "Glad to see someone recognized who I am." He said with a wink. She swooned, like I guess everyone should react while in his presentence. I rolled my eyes. I think I liked him better with the glasses on.

"Edward, this is my friend Angela." I finished the introduction.

"More like associate." She corrected with a smile. I had the urge to roll my eyes again. I didn't because I should have seen that one coming. She held out her hand. "Nice to finally get the chance to talk to you."

"Thanks." He said as he shook her hand.

"She is the assistance manger here." I told him as he put his glasses back on. I guess he had enough of forging like the light in here was hurting him more. He turned to me. "She will be helping us when we're here." He nodded in understanding.

"You two will be here, together, a lot?" Angela asked.

"Most likely no, but you should still get to know each other, just in case." I explained to her.

"Oh. Okay." She said to me. They turned to each other. "I'm here to help." She told him with a smile. I was so use to being around Rosa who didn't care who Edward was, I forgot there were people who did and would be happy to do just about anything for him; even if it was just locating certain books.

I might as well give her what she wanted. "Actually, why don't you get started by showing him around?" I suggested.

"Sure." she choked out.

I gave a smile. "Great. I'll be over here when you two are done." I turned away and walked to the education section of the store. I wanted to get started without him so I could get something without him breathing down my back by asking what was what.

I began by looking for something; anything I thought might help me. I never tutored someone before. I helped Rosalie on some assignments when she needed it, but I never had to act as an additional instructor to someone. And for a person like Edward, who passes with C's and D's with the bare minimum, I feel I might need all the help I could possibly get. It wasn't like Edward was dimwitted, I didn't believe no one was, it's just he doesn't try as hard as he could.

About fifteen minutes later, I heard Edward and Angela behind me. I turned my head towards their direction. She was giggling. "I'll be looking for you at the next time." Edward said to her.

"Really?"

He nodded. "Yeah. It's always nice to see another pretty face cheering us on." He said as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

Her face started to get a shade of pink. "I guess I can stop by for an hour or two." She said. I knew it was more than a "guess". It was a promise. She was going to be at that game, hoping he would be looking for her like he said.

"Great." He grinned. I stood up out of my squat. I cleared my throat for his attention. They both turned to me. "See you later." He said to her. She waved to both Edward and I. we both gave her a small wave back before she walked back to the corner. I gave him a look. "What?" he asked.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Should you really be doing that?"

"What?"

"Enamoring that poor girl like that." I told him. he looked at me with one eyebrow lifted. I took that as confusion. "Dazzling her." I explained.

He chuckled. "I was just making sure it still worked, since you or your friend didn't seem 'dazzled' at all by me. Besides, it's not like Tanya doesn't flirt with other guys too." He told me. Wow, surprise, surprise. I didn't know much about relationships since my first and only one was when I about ten, and I don't believe that one should really count since it lasted for one day. Anyways, I was really sure that people don't flirt with people whom they are not currently dating.

I shook my head. "You still shouldn't do that. She probably thinks you like her."

He shrugged. "I do, sort of. She's nice."

I shrugged in return before turning back to the shelves in front of me. "She can be. It's usually when she wants someone to grants something through." I mumbled.

I like Angela; like Edward said, she was nice. However, the thing about her was there were certain reasons why she was so nice to him. She and I were on the same level of popularity. Some might say she was higher than me considering she had a few more friends than I did because of all the clubs she was a member of. But, unlike me, she wanted too badly for people like Tanya and Edward to like her. That's why I wasn't too bothered when she gave a lower profile of our friendship in front of Edward like she did.

I wanted to change because I wanted one person and I knew that would be the only way I would get him. I could care less about what Edward and girlfriend and his football head friends thought of me. Angela wanted everyone to like her because she thought that was the only way she could be happy.

"What does that mean?" Edward asked me.

I shook my head. "Unimportant."

"What'd you got there?" he asked me.

I turned to him and smiled. "Help." I answered. "Hands out please." He did what I asked. When he did, I placed the two large text books in his open palms. Even through the little "tour" I sent him on didn't take as long as I thought it would, I still had some things to get for us. I figured he could hold on to the items I got easier than I could.

He looked at the one on top. "What is this one for? The SAT's are over." He commented on the book on study and test taking skills.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Sure, whatever." He said dryly as he looked at the second book, which was one for skills to help on the math section of the SAT's.

"What did you get last year on the SAT's?" I asked.

He shrugged as he placed the book back where it was. "I don't know. Fifteen hundred, fifteen thirty maybe." He answered

I nodded. "I got a twenty-two fifty." I told him.

"Of course you did." he mumbled, with his infamous eye roll to match I'm sure.

However, I didn't entertain him. "Anyways, despite what I'm sure you're thinking, I didn't get that score because of my level of intelligent; the simplest person could get a score higher than that if they knew how."

"Is there a damn point? And if so, could you get to it?" he asked.

I sighed. Him and his attitude. I turned away from him. I went on. "Besides projects and homework, tests are the most important thing in school. I'm a good test taker. Teachers don't have enough time to make an exam unnecessarily difficult. The answers are usually in the question or your notes or just common sense. The trick is learning how to pick out the most important items to help find it." I explained to him as I continued to walk down the aisle.

"So is that why we're here? To get some lame ass book for a test we took last year?" he asked, clearly not listening to what I just say.

I shook my head. "We came because I might need some kind of assistance with this whole ordeal of ours. Those books might help."

"Help?" he repeated. I nodded. "I'm not that damn stupid." He mumbled.

I sighed hard, "I don't believe I referred to you as such, Edward." I reminded him.

"Look, Isabella. I don't think these stupid books will help me."

Okay that was it; I was done with his remarks and his bad attitude. If anyone should be upset about this whole thing, it should be me. He had more to grain while I had close to nothing. He should be more than grateful. Most of all, I tired of him using that... that…name.

I fixed my glasses before I turned to him. Just like in the hall three days earlier, he almost ran into me. "Okay listen to me, if this thing is really going to work out, we need to set a few guidelines."

"You mean like rules." He cut me off.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure. Whatever." I turned back around. When I did, I turned the corner to go down the next aisle. "First things first: please, for the love of that is good, stop calling me Isabella. I can't tell you how much I loathe being referred to as that. When I hear it, I look over my shoulder and expect it to be coming from my mother's mouth. And while we're at it, don't call me Swan either. You are not any authority figure of mine in anyway, so don't call me that."

"So what -."

"Bella." I interrupted him. I looked over my shoulder. "You may call me Bella." I told him. I wish everyone would get that memo. I clinched a little every time someone in school say anything but that preferred name. I face forward again. "Secondly, no more swearing."

"What?" he said as soon as the words let my mouth.

This time, I chuckled. I should have seen that coming. "Let me clarify; just don't do it around me. At least until I'm more comfortable where the words you decide to use don't bother me as much."

"Mind telling me why?" he asked as I looked through the selves.

I shook my head. "Of course not. I believe people swear more than they need to. When they do it, it shows how unintelligent they might be. People don't need to swear to sound mature like they think they do." I stopped when I found what I was looking for. "That brings me to the next 'rule' as you put it." I pulled out the thickest one I saw. I turned to him and showed him the book.

"A dictionary?" he questioned. So people did still know what it looked like.

"Precisely. For now on, I never want to hear you ask what something means or how to spell a word. You're lazy, but smart enough to know how to use this. Don't know a word, do what I do and look it up." I told him as I placed it on top of the other books. "A way to increase someone's IQ is to increase their crystallized intelligence. One of the best ways to do that is to expansion your vocabulary and that's what I would like you to do." I turned and continued to search some more. "We will meet twice a week Mondays and Fridays this way, you'll have enough to time to 'enjoy' your weekend as you please and devoid of wasting mine. When you have something important, i.e. a paper due, or an upcoming test, we will add a day to the normal schedule so I can review anything you may have problems on. I'll allow you to pick one that works for you.

"On Mondays, I will pick out a random word for you. I will tell you the definition and the synonyms for it. Throughout week, I want you to use it as much as possible in conversation. This will make you more comfortable and familiar with it. Of course, I will not be with you all the time. By the end of the week, when I ask you how much you used it and you lie, that's on you and your conscience." I said, ending with a slight shrug. "Just remember, I will only give you the words to help you. They will not hurt you in any way.

"Next thing; as I told you before, I don't like tardiness. I show people the courtesy of being on time; I expect the same of others. If you believe you going to be more than a few minutes late; please inform me ahead a time. I will give you my phone number later. If you keep me waiting longer than five minutes – no matter if you tell me – I will…" I stopped and to think. "I will make you write whatever phase I can think of at the time repeatedly. You will write until the session is over or until your hand cramps up and diminishes."

"Isn't that a little second grade?" he asked.

I shrugged. "It could be thought of that way. On the other hand, I am not an authority figure, just like you aren't mine. Because of this, that is the only way I think of to punish you. Just keep in mind that everything I do is to help you, not to enjoy watching you suffer." Even though that might not be a bad thing every now and then.

He sighed. "Anything else?" he asked. I found myself not caring about his clearly bothersome tone. This is how I handle things, so he needed to handle that.

I stopped and turned to him. "One last thing. Don't you ever, and I mean ever, show up to one of our sessions drunk or with a hangover again." I said sternly. I felt like I was always lecturing a puppy dog. In a way that I was pretty sure he didn't hear me and would do it again, just like a puppy.

He clearly didn't take me seriously as he snorted. "Whatever." He mumbled. He was about to walk past me, but I put my hand on his chest and stopped him.

"I am serious, Edward. It is irresponsible and disrespectful. I can't control you or what you do when you're not with me. but when you are, you are on my time and I choose not to waste it because you're decided to get wasted. If you do that to me again, I will stop this without a second thought. And just so you know, that's not a threat, it is a promise."

It would be hard, but I can find another to get Jasper to notice me. I mean, I am his sister's friend. However, as for Edward, I doubt there would someone who was as smart as me, as well as not caring about his status and power to where they would most likely be harmful instead of otherwise.

He sighed hard. "Fine. I got it. Can that be it for your little rules?" he asked.

I nodded. "If I think of some more, I will let you know." I turned again. "Let's finish up here." I suggested.

After I said that, we finished walking down the aisles. I would grab items and placed them on top of the pile in Edward's hands. With everything I placed, he questioned it. I told him the note cards were to make flashcards so he could study anywhere. I told him I wanted him have another notebook for our sessions only so my notes and his teachers' note wouldn't confuse him.

"It that it?" he asked in a groaned.

"Getting tired there, superstar?" I asked in a mocking tone.

"A little." He answered.

I gave a chuckle. I found it funny that he was getting tired from carrying a few books. I thought he would be able to carry more. I can carry more than he had on daily basics. I nodded. "Yes, just about." I turned to him. "Go wait for me at the counter and I'll meet you there in a minute." I told him. He nodded then turned away from me.

I walked over to the pencils to get him some highlighters. When I did, I saw a pack of lip glosses. I started to grab for them, thinking I had to start somewhere, but I stopped. I could hear Rosalie bugging me about it, telling me it wasn't real make-up and it was for little girls. I didn't know where to start, but that was why I had Edward.

I walked over to the counter and he was talking to Angela again. I saw her giggling. I'll give him this; he was extremely charismatic. No wonder he was used to getting his way. He turned to me as I walked next to him. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded as I set the highlighters on top of the pile. "You honestly think we need all of this?" he asked, looking at everything I got.

"Better safe than sorry. I will most likely give whatever we don't need away to someone." I informed him as Angela scanned everything.

When she was done, she looked and smiled at him. "Eighty-one dollars and ninety-five cents." She told him.

"That much for some damn books?!" he exclaimed. He clearly didn't get how valuable a book can be. A good book was one of those things that will be with you for a while if you take care of it.

"Edward." I said. I saw him turn to me on the side of my eyes. "Did you forget something?" I reminded him of one of my "rules", as he puts it.

"Whatever. I still think it's too much. It's not like they're new shoes or something." And just when I thought he wasn't as shallow as I thought he was. It was good to know he will never stop proving me wrong.

"Sorry." Angela said.

"It's not your fault." I was pretty sure he was glaring at me.

"You know, your stares might intimidate me more if the glasses were off." I informed him; but probably not. I wasn't threatened by him, though he wants nothing more than to believe I was. "And please cease with your querulous comments. I believe I'd reached my limit of it for today." I mumbled perfunctorily.

I reached in my back pocket for my wallet that my father got for me. It wasn't until I looked up and saw he had his wallet in his hand, ready to pull out a hundred dollar bill, when I realized why he had such a problem with the cost. That's his problem. I still thought it was an unneeded problem to have. I was tempted to let him pay for it. He clearly had enough. Who in the world carries around money in large amounts like that?

I resisted. I put my hand on his. "I got it." I told him.

"You're sure?" he gave skeptically eyebrows. I chuckled as I give my credit card to Angela. I wondered if he said that because he really didn't want to pay or because he didn't think I did.

I nodded. "Believe me, it's fine." I told him as she gave it back. I grabbed a bag and walked towards the door. He grabbed one as well, but didn't follow me. I looked behind me to see him leaning into her ear while holding something in her hand. He pulled back. She smiled at him and nodded. he walked over to me. I waved at her before we left the store. "What was that back there?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Insurance." He answered with just that and nothing else.

We put the bags in the back seat and he drove me back to the school. When we got, I was happy my time with him was over for now. "I'll take the things to my home. I will feel better if I can locate them easily." I told him as I took the bag out of his car and placed them in bed of my truck. "I will see you tomorrow after school."

"Yeah, about that." he jumped out and walked over to me. "You mind if I meet you after practice so I'm not late anymore?" he asked. It was a genuine question. He was doing all this for his sport. It was his first love before; who was I to take it away from him?

"I don't see why not. Anything else?" I asked. I thought it was only fair he added some "rules" of his own.

"Yeah, don't tell anyone about this. No offense, but I don't want anyone to know I'm spending so much time with you." Oh, so that's what his "insurance" was back the store. He was making sure Angela didn't tell anyone at school tomorrow what she saw.

Lucky for him, that was one thing he did not have to worry about with me. I only have Rosalie to tell and I didn't want her know. I smiled. "You can count on that." I told him before I got in my car. "Now go home and take a nap. You look like crap." I stopped before closing my door. "I mean, no offense intended, of course." I said with a smile, giving him a taste of his own medicine before driving home.

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