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Chapter VII

(Bpov)

"'We knew the actress blank starred in the movie'." I read another example in the book.

He thought for a second "'Who'?" He answered. I heard the question mark. Just like any other question I asked, I don't make a movement or motion to let him know if he was correct or not. I just marked it the paper I was keeping track on. "Are we done yet?" he complained.

I looked at him. "One more?" I offered. He sighed then shrugged. I looked at the book. "Okay, last one. 'They hired the man blank we interviewed last week'."

"'Who'." He answered. I marked the paper again before looking at him. "Are we done now?" he asked. For someone who said he was serious about this, he sure does complain a lot. Anyone else might be able to handle it well, but it might too much for me.

I nodded. "With this exercise, I would say so."

"So what's the damage?" he asked as he took another cookie from the tray before lying on the floor. I was sitting on the couch behind him. I told him it would a good idea if he sat on the floor while I sat on the couch. I explained to him it allow him to not to be tempted to glance at the book in my lap for the right answer. He said he wouldn't that, but it's always better safe than sorry.

I looked at the paper. I counted, though I was pretty sure of the number. "You received four…"

"Four wrong?" he interrupted me before I could finish. "That isn't so bad." He commented before taking a bit of the cookie in his hand. I'm sure Renee would be happy to know that Edward, the son of the famous Cullen couple, ate almost a whole plate of the cookies she made just for him.

When I went to grab the plate, I had to beg her not to come in Charlie's office and bother us. The last thing I needed was him to be distracted by her. She said she wouldn't come in if I didn't eat a cookie, because according to her "I didn't need it". She has always had a way of saying things like that.

But I didn't want to waste time thinking about that when I have all night to do so. "Actually Edward, you got four right." I eased out slowly. I didn't want to hurt his feelings or his ego and pride or anything like that. However, I honestly believed he didn't even try. I think most of the time he was just guessing and the ones he got right were just lucky.

"Wow, that sucks." He mumbled as he took another bit.

"You were answering too quickly. If you just take the time and think about what actually sounds grammar correct; you might get more right."

"Yeah, sure." he answered as if he wasn't listening. It wasn't the first thing he did that. He was answering her phone and texting all night. I was really not to be bothered by it. It wasn't like I didn't think he would something like that. However, it all was really starting to irritate me.

"Listen, don't get discouraged already. The whole who/whom thing can be difficult to understand. Even I still have trouble with it sometimes. And it doesn't help that our teachers don't explain it too well" I explained to him. "You just need more practice. Let's try some more." I suggested. He shook his head. "Why not?" I asked.

"Because if you don't get it, I'm sure I won't."

I hummed. "Well, the way I think of it is 'whom' is objective and 'who' is subjective." I explained.

He looked at me with a confused look. "What?" he asked.

I touched the side of my glasses as I thought of a more simple way to put it. "Uh…you see, 'who' came be replace with he or she. On the other hand, 'whom' can be replaced with him or her. For example, 'I voted for blank'."

"Him." he answered with confidence.

I smiled. "Right. So if I say, 'I voted for blank impressed me the most' it would be what?"

"Whom?" he guessed.

"Right." I might be getting somewhere. "See, it's not that hard. Come on, let's try a few more. Remember, think before answering and think about what I just told you. If it doesn't sound right when you put 'he' in the sentence, it's usually 'whom' instead of 'who'." I reminded.

He sighed hard as he laid on the floor again.

I read him some more examples from the book. Some of the ones in there weren't as helpful as I would have wished of them. Because of that, I used my laptop to go online for more so he could grasp the lesson better.

"How did I do this time?" he asked with another cookie in hand.

"Better." I assured him. I didn't want to tell him the number this time. I didn't want him to be less motived if he didn't do as well as he desired. A little suspense may help him go a long way.

He chuckled. "I'm surprised." He muttered.

I sighed. "You know; for someone who is extremely self-assured in everything he does, you sure are down on yourself when it comes to school work. I wish you would stop thinking like that. You are smart; you just have a very small attention span."

He chuckled. "You sound like my step mom." His mom must be a smart woman.

"We'll stop with this for tonight. But I want us to do things like this every section. It would help you when it comes to you essays. Speaking of helping you…" I grabbed the dictionary I brought him yesterday from my book bag.

He groaned. "Crap; I forgot about that." he complained.

I chuckled. "Like I said before, it's to help you." I opened the book to the A's. "We have about twenty-one to twenty-eight weeks together before final exams. We can get through all the letters and repeat some…"

"How did you figure that?" he interrupted me.

"Well, there is seven months until we graduate. Each month has about three to four weeks. I multiplied seven times three then times four. There are twenty-six letters…"

"Never mind. Forget I asked." He groaned again.

I chuckled again. I found it funny he said that. He said like Rosa when she asks a question. I started to answer but it wasn't as simple as she wanted it or nothing she wanted to hear so she cuts me off. "Anyways, we can start with a word that starts with an A. how about…" I looked for a random word that looked challenging for him, but not too hard for him to understand. "Abhor"

"What?"

"Abhor. The simplest way to explain it is to have an intense dislike; to hate something. It's usually used with a subject. For instance, your girlfriend insults people because she probably abhors the thought of anyone but her being happy for a change." I mumbled the last part in a somewhat bitter tone. I usually don't sound like that or talk about anyone for that matter. I honestly don't know why I did just now. Maybe because it was nice to let someone beside Rosalie aware of how I feel.

"I'm sorry about that, by the way." He said.

"About what?" I asked as I looked over his assignments to see what I will help him with next.

"About what she said in the hall today." He answered.

I shrugged. "Not like it's anything I haven't heard previously." I replied.

"Yeah, well she shouldn't have said that in front of Jasper like that." he said. I slowly lifted my head and saw him looking at me. He looked sincere and that was the problem.

I saw the other problem. He had a bad case of the "mentions". I feel he was going to bring up my thing everytime we were together. That was one of the reasons I didn't want anyone else to know. What if it came up at the wrong time? I gave a small chuckle as I pushed up my glasses and then tucked a loose piece of hair behind my ear. "You don't have to do that." I told him.

"Do…"

"Just because you know about the way I feel, it doesn't mean you have to talk about it. In fact, the less you did, probably would be better. Furthermore, I don't need you to 'feel bad' for me because your girlfriend is very vocal about her opinions of me. I'm sure you didn't before, so you don't have to do so now."

"So, you don't want me to care? You do not even want me to tell her back off?" he asked, confused.

I nodded. "Exactly. You started acting like you do, she would most likely get curious and it might be harder to keep this whole thing quiet like we agreed." I explained.

"Well, when you put it like that, it makes complete sense." He agreed.

I gave a small laugh. "I know." I said boastfully.

He chuckled back. "Now whose being self-assuring?" he joked. And look who was actually using context clues instead of asking what something meant. That was fast. I guess once I picked out a word for him, he knew I was serious about everything I told back at the book store.

"Let's get back to business, shall we?" I offered. He shrugged before taking the last cookie of the plate. "Okay. Do you want to start on your paper?" I asked him.

He started to answer, but stopped to look his phone. He sighed hard. "Actually, I needed to go. My sister just texted me. Apparently, Tanya's been calling asking where I was. Besides, I should be getting home for dinner." He answered before standing up.

I nodded. "Okay. But think about your essay. I want some topic ideas on Friday." I told him as I handed him his book.

He put everything in his bag. "Yes, ma'am, Captain Hardass." He said with a salute. I lifted one of my eyebrows at him. What did that mean? He chuckled as he loosened his stance. "It was a joke. I make those sometime too."

I smiled. "Maybe you should work harder on the whole no swearing thing." I teased back.

He shrugged before throwing his bag on his shoulder. "Maybe." He turned and I walked him to the door. When we got there, it opened before I could grab the knob. When it did, my more prosperous parent walked through the door.

He looked at me and smiled. "Hey Bells." He greeted.

"Dad!" I cheered as I reached up to hug him. I was always happy when he came home. I get to be with him and can get a break from my mother's constant "improvements" she tries so hard to force on me. She went easier on me when he was around. He was my personal barrier when it came to her.

When I let go, he removed his unity belt and hung it on the hook next like he does every time he comes home. "Where's your mom?" he asked when he saw his wife wasn't next to me to greet him.

I rolled my eyes. "In the kitchen, probably."

He looked at Edward. Then he lifted his eyebrow. "Who is this?" he asked.

"Oh honey, you know who is this." Renee said as she walked in the living room. She rested her hand on Edward's shoulder and leaned on him. I saw him freeze again. I was tempted to hand him my bag again, but I thought my mom would do that again in Charlie's presentence. Besides, my bag was still in the room we were in before.

"Dad, this is Edward Cullen." I introduced.

"Dr. Cullen's boy." My dad assumed. Edward nodded. "Aw, I thought his face look familiar." He said as he took Edward's hand and shook it. I rolled my eyes. I hope he doesn't prate like my mother did when we first walked in. "Or should I say I recognized the silver Volvo outside. 2005, correct?" he guessed.

"Good eye, sir." Edward said with a smile as he took his hand back.

My dad chuckled. "No. I just remember that from the number of speeding tickets I receive every weekend with your name and the license attached." He replied.

Edward closed his eyes and groaned. "Speeding tickets?" I giggled when I saw it. Seems like we found something the Great Edward Cullen was bad at: talking himself out of tickets. Looks like I wasn't the only one he couldn't charm.

"Yep, we got a regular speed demon on our hands." my dad said with a smirk.

"Have you ever needed to handcuff him, Dad?" I teased as I nudged him.

My dad looked at me and chuckled. "No, Bells nothing like that." he looked back at Edward, who's eyes were open now. He looked nervous. I shouldn't have been, but I was enjoying his uneasiness around my father. "And unfortunately I've never had to pleasure of pulling him over. Not yet, anyway. I'm sure it will come soon, though. So what is Evel Knievel doing in my house?" he asked.

"Bella is friends with him." my mother said quickly. Charlie gave me a questioning looked.

I shook my head, telling him it wasn't what he – and clearly my mother – thought it was. "I'm sort of helping him with his classes. We were studying in your office. Is that okay?' I asked.

He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "Of course, Bell. You know you can use it whenever you want." He assured me. Some might say my father spoils me. I was okay with that. It was more than I could say for my mom. She thinks she did, but not the way I would wish.

"I really should get home." Edward reminded me.

"Of course." My dad moved himself and me out of the way of the door. "Easy on the road." He warned him.

"Thanks. Um, see you tomorrow, Bella."

"You too." I nodded. Edward gave a smile before closing the door.

Charlie looked at me. "He's coming back?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Not tomorrow." I assured him.

"What in the world was that, Charlie?" my mother snapped as she shoveled him.

"What are you talking about?" he asked confused. Him and I both.

"You completely embarrassed m – I mean her." she told him. I rolled my eyes. I knew what she meant to say. I pondered the thought on if he caught on as well. And here I thought she would actually be civilized in front of Charlie. Maybe one day I will learn to not think so highly of her when she clearly doesn't deserve it. "How is she supposed to make friends when you go all cop on them and integrates them?" she continued to snap.

He looked at me. "Did I embarrass you?" he asked. I shook my head. It was much more funny than embarrassing. He looked at my mother. "See, no problem here." He replied. She rolled her eyes away from us before walking back into the kitchen.

"She was more humiliating than you were." I mumbled. He chuckled. "Dad, she did it again." I told him, knowing he knew I was talking about her being a coquette again. "How does that not upset you?" I asked when I saw the emotion in his face not changing. My father was always more tolerate of her than I was. I never understood how he put up with her for so long.

He shrugged. "It just doesn't. Probably because I knew she does it more for you than herself." He told me what I already knew.

I shook my head. "I wish she wouldn't."

"She means well."

"She means to make me like her." I corrected.

He chuckled again then squeezed me to his side. "Just mind your mother. You only have a few more months." He said before kissing the top of my head. "Let's go eat dinner."

During dinner, Renee kept talking about Edward. She reminded me repeatedly that if I became friends with him, I would become popular instantly. She even let it "slip" a few times that I shouldn't hold my breath when it comes to him asking me out. She said I should be happy with a friendship because that was as close as I was getting. She felt I needed the reminder. I was glad that she didn't know it wasn't him I was interested in, not that she made much of effort to try and guess. I think it's best to let her believe Edward was the one I liked. The last thing I needed was someone else me telling how Jasper would never like me the way I like him.

I finally got away when I told them I had to go to my room. I told them I had to do some homework I didn't get to because I was occupied with Edward and his homework. That might be the only reason they let me go. The truth was, I just wanted to get away from her. I think I handled enough of my daily dose.

I was in my bathroom combing my hair when there was a ring on my laptop telling me I had a voice call coming in. I walked over to my bed and pressed the answer button. "Hi Rosa." I said when her face on my screen.

"Hey. Nice hair. Why is so wavy like that?" She said.

"It's wet. I just out of the shower."

"Still; it's cute. you should wear it like that tomorrow." She suggested.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure it will be real attractive when I have puffy eyes and a running nosy next week." I said. I don't know if she forgot or not, but Forks, Washington wasn't exactly the best place to go outside with wet hair.

She laughed. "Point taken." I grabbed my laptop and walked back in the bathroom. She groaned. "I want to be in here." She complained when I put it on the counter next to my sink.

"You do realize you're not actually here, right?" I reminded her before putting toothpaste on my toothbrush. "What do you want anyways?" I asked.

I saw her shrug on the side of my eyes "Just wanted to talk, I guess. I would have called earlier, but I just got off the phone with Emmett." She explained.

I smiled. "You two are talking again." I concluded. She nodded. She continues talking as I brushed my teeth. She goes on to tell me how they made up at the game and she hung out with him and only him at the party on Saturday. I was happy to hear that. I don't like it when they're mad at each other like that. Like I keep thinking, I think they fight so much because of me. When they make up, it puts my mind at ease and I don't have to fear they're going to break up. "You could've called before you started talking to him." I told her after rinsing the toothpaste out of my mouth.

"I tried, but you weren't answering. What were you doing today?" she asked as I grabbed my laptop back to my bed.

Great, I had to lie to her again. "I was with my mom." I really hope this doesn't become habit.

"Doing what?"

"She had the urge for new shoes, so she went shopping and dragged me with her." I continued to lie. This was starting to be simpler than I thought before. That probably wasn't good.

"Shoes? And you didn't think to invite me?" she exclaimed.

I shook my head. "It was last minute, not to mention tortuous. I couldn't subject you to that."

She laughed. "It's never tortuous when involving new shoes." She argued. That sound like something my mom would say.

"Speaking of new things; how do you like that dress I gave you?" I asked about the dress my mom gave and asked me about. I didn't want it because I didn't think it would be as nice on me as she wanted it to. So I allowed Rosalie to take it. The reason I was asking about it now because I wanted to change the subject in case she said something or asked a question where I would make error in my lie.

She smiled. "Great. I wore it at the party Saturday. Got a lot of commends."

"Glad you like it."

"Are you sure you don't want it? I'll dry-clean it and give back." She promised.

I shook my head again. "It wasn't my style."

"Understand that." she agreed.

I sighed. "I wish she did." If my mom knew I would never wear something that short, she wouldn't have brought it in the first place. Well, she would, but it would be for her.

Rosalie shook her head. "That woman."

"Rosie." I wanted to stop her.

"Izzie, I love your mom, almost like she's mine own. I understand she wants you to have a good high school experience, but she wants too much from you. I hate to say it, but she wants you be like Tanya." She joked. I clinched. I told her if I was ever becoming like that girl, I wanted someone to slap me as hard they possible could. She wasn't nice. I never want someone to think of me as not nice or polite. "I think she's trying to relive her high school days through you." Rosa snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I know." I sighed. "Today she actually was flirting with -." I was aware of what I was about to say, so I brought the sentence to a halt before it came out.

"With who?" Rosa pushed.

I cleared my throat. "Some guy at the frozen yogurt shop." I looked at the clock on the lower right side of my screen. "It's late. I should be getting to bed." I told her. For once tonight, I wasn't lying. It just so happen it was also a good excuse to get off.

"Okay. Talk you tomorrow." She said before saying good bye in a poor French ascent.

I laughed. "Stick to Spanish." I ridiculed.

She stuck her tongue out. "Night Izzie; love you."

"Night Rosie; love you too." I said before pressing the end button.

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