a/n: Sorry it took me a month to update. I revised the first chapter (and deleted the original) and also wrote this one. Add in two sick kids, and, well, you get the idea.

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Bella POV

French class was hard to concentrate on. Monsieur Caius kept trying to interrupt my thoughts of a tall, lanky, tousle-haired, velvet-voiced slice of heaven. With a face so beautiful it would make the ancient gods weep with envy. Eyes the color of brilliant cut emeralds. And that jaw… mmm. Wonder what that stubble would feel like on my tongue?

"Mademoiselle Bella? Souhaitez-vous vous joindre à nous aujourd'hui ?(Would you like to join us today?)"

Huh? "Excuse-moi, Monsieur Caius. Souhaitez-vous répéter la question s'il vous plaît? (Would you please repeat the question?)"

Damn, I'm so busted. But what a nice way to go…

I couldn't wait for the day to end so I could tell Angela all about this Edward guy. Was he serious about seeing me around? I'd have to remember to not make a fool of myself again by walking into anything else. Hmm, how would I do that? Could I actually plan for that? Man, what wouldn't I give for the ability to not trip over a piece of dust…?


Uh-oh. Now he's really pissed off. Shit. I mean merde. I mean … oh fuck.

"Me voir après la class. (See me after class)"

"Oui, monsieur. (Yes sir)"

When class finally let out, I gathered my backpack and walked up to his desk. Monsieur Caius had a reputation for harshness, and I was apprehensive about the scolding I was going to get. I had always prided myself on being an exemplar student. The last time I had been disciplined by a teacher, I was in the ninth grade and was caught passing notes.

He cleared his throat and then turned his cold blue eyes on me. "Bella," he said. "I'm going to speak in English so I am sure that you understand me." He removed his wire-framed glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

I nervously shifted my feet.

"While I do not expect all my students to become French majors, I do expect a minimum level of courtesy. You may have been physically present in my class just now, but you were not prepared to engage. Nor to even pay attention. This is college, not some silly after-school tutoring session. As such, you are expected to act appropriately."

I opened my mouth to say something when he continued. "I'm not interested in excuses. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that this was a one-time occurrence. However, if you wish to stay in my class, you will arrive prepared to participate from now on. You are dismissed."

Talk about feeling like a five-year-old. I left his office embarrassed and pissed off at myself.

God-damned guys! I'm not like this! I don't swoon over people. And I certainly don't get chastised in class for it! What the fuck? This doesn't happen to me. I've always been a model student. I won't let some stupid guy come between me and my schooling. Charlie has worked too hard to send me here and I will not screw this up.

I thought of Charlie, my dad, working all those overtime hours, just so I wouldn't be saddled with enormous student loans. He was really very sweet, although he tried not to show it. Instead of being physically affectionate, Charlie preferred to let his actions speak for him. I fondly remembered when he installed chains on my truck's tires at the start of black ice season, just to keep me a little bit safer. I couldn't jeopardize my GPA and corresponding scholarship from Forks Savings and Loan just because I was attracted to some guy, no matter how good he looked. Or smelled.

I continued that little rant to myself as I headed back to the dorm. My next class wasn't for another few hours, and I just wanted to relax and put my bad mood behind me. I was better than this. With keys in hand, I was about to open my door when I noticed that annoying smiley-face just above the doorknob.

Fucking awesome. That was my idiot roommate's idea to tell me to fuck off because she was currently inside fucking someone. God-damned Lauren. I wonder who the flavor of the week was this time. Actually, I didn't want to know. She had just better stay off my god-damned bed this time.

I stormed off to the downstairs lounge, angry that I couldn't even grab a towel to take a nice hot shower. What was with me today? I'm hardly ever in a bad mood. I must be hormonal. PMS. Yeah, that had to be it.

My watch told me that lunch was in full swing at the dining commons, but I really wasn't in the mood to deal with the lines and mediocre food. Past experience had taught me that the fastest way to dissolve my current funk resided just across the quad. I left my portfolio in the corner of the lounge and ran to the campus store. I hadn't seen my pals Ben and Jerry for some time, and we needed to get reacquainted.

I walked slowly back to my dorm, enjoying my spoonfuls of Coffee Heath Bar Crunch. Mmm. Much better. Nothing like twelve hundred calories of bliss to calm a person down.

Upon reentering the dorm lounge, I found Lauren looking through my portfolio.

"Hey!" I called to her. "What do you think you're doing?"

She actually had the gall to smirk at me. "Bella, I didn't know you had it in you! And here I thought you were such a prude. But tell me," she simpered, "was this the first time you ever saw a penis? What was that like for you?"

"Gee, Lauren, probably like it was for you. Oh wait, do you even remember back that far? Were you even in grade school yet? You must have been. Didn't you start whoring in junior high?"

Where the hell did that shit just come from?

She gaped at me, as shocked at my outburst as I was.

"Whatever, Miss Goodie Two Shoes," she retorted. "But at least I'm not ashamed of being a girl. I actually like my body."

I snorted.

"Maybe you should just get laid and get it over with, Bella. It would do you a world of good."

This from the girl who can't seem to last more than a week or two with the same guy? I wonder how many STDs or abortions she's had. Eww, it would be better not to even think about that.

"Mmm, thanks for the advice," I said as sarcastically as I could. "I'll think about it."

I grabbed my stuff and headed for my room. I really needed to get a single and ditch that bitch of a roommate.

My RA's door was open, so I stopped in after dropping off my stuff to see if she could pull any strings for me.

"Hey, Alice?" I asked tentatively, not sure what I might be interrupting.

"Oh, hey Bella, come on in!" her bell-like voice called to me. "What's up?"

Alice was sitting on her bed applying a coat of glossy red polish to her toenails. Her short black hair was arranged in little spikes all over, and she was wearing a skimpy little camisole and shorts. She was tiny, but what she lacked in stature she more than made up for in attitude. I loved and envied her self-confidence. She knew she was beautiful but never felt the need to rub it in my face.

Unlike the bitch I roomed with. Not that Lauren was beautiful, quite the opposite in my opinion. I never saw the need for having bottle-blonde hair and wearing gobs of make-up. In fact, maybe she'd be a little more attractive if she could actually keep her mouth shut and clothes on for more than twenty minutes. Yeah, right.

I sat down in one of Alice's pink furry beanbag chairs and started worshipping my ice cream gods again.

"Uh-oh. Spill," she said. "It's gotta be serious if you're attacking that pint at," she looked at her clock, "12:37 in the afternoon."

"This has just been the most fucked up day," I began, rubbing my face with my hand. "First this creep hits on me during my art class, then the most beautiful guy I've ever seen wants to walk with me to French class, where I manage to make a total ass out of myself and the professor chews me a new asshole afterwards, and then I get locked out of my own room by the school's biggest slut, who later goes through my work and has the nerve to insult me about it. Can't you get me into a single room? Please? I can't take her anymore."

Alice just blinked at me, trying to process all I'd thrown at her. "Um, okay. You've had a busy morning. But wasn't there something positive that happened in all that?"

I had to think for a moment. "Well, actually, I did just hand Lauren back a little of her own shit. Shocked the hell out of both of us, but I liked it!"

"No, shit-for-brains, although kudos to you for that. Didn't I hear you say something about the most beautiful guy you'd ever seen?"

"Oh yeah," I smiled, remembering.


"Well nothing. We met up in the student center, walked to my French class, and then he said he'd see me around. We talked for maybe a total of 10 minutes."

"And was he the reason you got your ass chewed out? Cause that really doesn't seem to fit with the Bella I know."

I sighed. "Yeah, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I thought Monsieur Caius was going to pop a vein in his head or something. I just couldn't concentrate at all."

She immediately started bouncing on the bed, clapping her tiny hands. "Oh Bella, this is so exciting! Forget everything else that happened, let's focus on this! Tell me all about him!"

It was hard to ignore her enthusiasm. Her excitement reminded me how I felt earlier in the day, before all the crap happened. And I really wanted to forget that crap. It took too much energy to be so bitchy. So I told her all about the yumminess that was Edward as we finished off my pint of ice cream together.

"Well, Bella, there's only one thing to do. We have to go shopping."

She was so matter-of-fact about it that I almost agreed. However, Practical Bella soon intervened and quickly put the kibosh on that idea.

"But Bella," she whined, "don't you want to make the best impression possible?"

"Alice," I sighed, "I don't have any extra money to go splurging right now, and Charlie is not about to send me money for frivolous things. Besides, Edward came up to me while I looked like this, and he didn't seem to complain. I'm not into those makeover things and if Edward doesn't like me exactly the way I am, then he can kiss my ass." I was starting to like this assertive side of me coming out.

Alice pouted. "But Bella, it would be so much fun!"

"It would be more fun to find me either a new room or a new roommate. Seriously. Because then we can go shopping for new room décor," I added, trying to placate her. Hell, who was I kidding? I wasn't above bribery at this point.

"Ooh, I love that idea!" she chirped, clapping her hands and bouncing again. "There's a really cute boutique in town that has the most adorable things. If I can't get you into a new wardrobe," she quirked her eyebrow at me, "then at least I can make sure that your living space sends the right message."

"Alice?" I asked warily, afraid of what she meant.

"Oh, you know, a little romantic, a little sexy. You want him to feel comfortable yet turned on at the same time."

"Are we still talking about my room decorations? And what do you mean you want him to get comfortable? Who is him?"

"Well, duh, Edward of course. You do want him to come up to your room, don't you?"

I blushed furiously at that. I hadn't really thought about any logistics like that. I mean, I had only just met the guy a few hours ago.

"I'll take that as a yes." Alice smirked. "Now let's see what we can do about getting you another room assignment."

I ended up skipping lunch, as the ice cream was so filling, and eventually left Alice's room to attend my other classes. Thankfully the afternoon was nice and boring, as I had had enough drama that day already. I met up with Angela for dinner, as was our custom, and told her about everything that had happened since I left her at the student center that morning.

In the evening, I sprawled out on my bed and caught up on some reading, and even worked on an outline for one of my midterm papers. Fortunately Lauren didn't show up until after I had already gone to bed for the night. She made a big show of coming in, stomping around the room, tossing her stuff loudly, and in general being extra pissy. Now that I had calmed down from my crappy day, I could almost tolerate her. Almost.

Please, Alice, work your magic, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

a/n: Yes, short chapter, but I wanted to get it out to you guys faster. Please review! Chapter 3 is in the works.