A/N: Hey guys, this was originally meant to be a small outtake that I sent via review or PM, but it grew and my computer died, so I'm posting it here so no one will miss out on it. Hope that's okay! Next chapter of LiFL will be out when I can get my comp fixed, which will not be soon, sorry. I promise it will be good when it gets here though! For those who don't know, this is the Chapter 12 Outtake from Edward's POV. And I don't own any of it.

~*~Halloween Treats and Tarts~*~

I had almost caved exactly three times in the last week. The first had been when Bella asked to be excused that first day back. So many thoughts ran through my mind: Was this my fault? Did she remember another piece of the weekend? Was she hurt? What happened! I could see that something was wrong, but it wasn't my place to question her.

The second had been in my third period when I overheard Mike Newton talking to another boy in class.

"Man, she's hot. I've never seen a girl fill a pair of jeans the way she does."

"Seriously?" Tyler questioned. "I don't see it. Bella's all right, but I'd rather hit that." He smirked, nodding to the blonde in the first row.

"Whatever. I really like her. I think I'm gonna ask her to Prom."

I clenched the pen in my hand and glared at the boys, gesturing sharply to the TV they were supposed to be watching. I had wanted to run straight to Bella and tell her to forget everything, just be in my life no matter how risky. Thankfully, I'd had time to cool down before LitMag.

The third incident was no bigger than a stumble in the hallway. Bella had been on her way to the cafeteria for lunch and I had spotted her as I made my way to the Teacher's Lounge. Her shoelace was untied, creating a deathtrap for the only person I knew who could attract danger like a high-powered magnet. Before I could say anything to warn her, she pitched forward.

I'd reacted on instinct, racing to get to her before she hit the ground, but the event corrected itself rather quickly as Bella caught a nearby locker and held herself upright. I stopped and watched her continue down the hall, completely oblivious to my longing presence.

I wanted to punch something. I had never been a very violent man, but I didn't know how to deal with all the conflicting emotions I was having. It wasn't fair. I finally found someone I loved more than anything and I had to let her just walk away.

The next few days passed uneventfully. Bella continued to break my heart, and I continued to break her spirit. Then she asked me what I was doing on Halloween and my resolve was tested once again.

"Bella, we can't—"

"Because my friends have convinced me to go trick-or-treating. We might hit up some of the apartments near the elementary school." She rattled off the words so quickly I almost didn't catch what she said.

The hope in her eyes made me crumble. Emmett and I had made plans to grab a beer on the way back from Seattle Halloween night, but I knew right away that I would be cancelling on him. I couldn't say no to her, and I hated that I had no willpower left to speak of.

"There's a horror-fest on HBO this year, so I'm going to stay in," I said. "And, um... and I pass out really good candy. I mean, anyone who doesn't stop by my place is seriously missing out."

I was done for. She smiled brilliantly at me, but I couldn't move. She was coming to my apartment in just over two weeks. We were breaking the rules. Somehow I thought I would be more upset about that.

I had gone to see Rose every weekend of October, but I left a day early the weekend of Halloween to curious eyes from all but Tanya. All day Sunday, I anticipated Bella coming to my door. Would she stop by earlier or later? Who would she be with? What would she be wearing?

I cringed. Of course my mind had to imagine Bella in some sort of skimpy fairytale costume; I didn't like the idea one bit. I felt like I was the only one allowed to see her in something sexy like that. It was possessive and ridiculous of me, I knew, but I couldn't help it.

When the doorbell rang at four-thirty, my heart felt like it would beat right out of my chest. I picked up the bowl and opened the door, releasing my breath when I saw the mass of mini-super-heroes on the balcony.

"Trick-or-treat!" they yelled in unison. I smiled at the older gentlemen I recognized from a few apartments down, and then let the boys pick out which candy they wanted, laughing when their eyes grew wide at the size.

The store had been cleaned out of anything relating to Halloween, the only candy bags left being those of generic tarts and gummies. I had looked high and low for a bag with Reese's in it, but there was nothing. So instead I decided to clean out their candy supply.

Two boxes of Snickers, two of M&Ms and Milky Ways , three of Kit-Kats, and one box of Reese's later, I was loaded down with bags and on my way out through the automatic doors. I had just gotten my trunk situated when a familiar motorbike pulled up beside me.

This was the guy who'd tried to put Bella on the back of his bike, an accident waiting to happen for someone like Bella. This was the jackass who'd forced a kiss on the girl I loved. He wasn't James, I knew that, but it didn't change my feelings of disgust for him.

I moved to get in my car, not wanting to acknowledge his effect on me. He might not have been my student, but he was still a kid, and getting into an altercation with him wouldn't bode well after all that had already happened.

"You're looking well after your hectic weekend," he said to my back, tone biting and unwelcome.

"Thanks." My own voice was clipped as I continued opening my door and getting inside. He obviously knew the details of what went down in Seattle , and I had to admit it hurt.

I hadn't heard anything more about… Jared? Or was it Mark? Jared Marks? … since early September, and I was almost sure Bella stopped contact after that. I knew Bella – what she liked, how she reacted – and the concept of her remaining friends with someone like him hadn't even occurred to me. I had apparently miscalculated the strength of their friendship if she'd told him something so personal.

Jared's hand clamped down on the top of my door, preventing me from closing it and driving away. "Don't you know it's rude to ignore someone who's trying to talk to you?"

"I didn't ignore you and I'm in a hurry, so if you'll excuse me, I need to get going."

"I'm not done talking to you yet," he snarled. This kid was seriously getting on my last nerve.

"Look, Jared—"

"Jacob," he practically shouted. "Jacob Black, and you damn well knew that!"

I didn't feel like arguing, so I took a deep breath and said calmly, "Jacob, this is neither the time nor the place for whatever problem you have with me—"

"I'm not the one with the problem. At least I wasn't until I heard what a freak you are, taking your students to clubs, putting them—"

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Two thoughts ran through my mind: the first being that this kid was delusional; the second being that Bella obviously hadn't filled him in on what happened and I hadn't miscalculated anything.

"You heard me," he said stubbornly.

"Listen here, Black. I don't know what you think you know, but you need to keep quiet before someone hears you," I warned, glaring up at him from the driver's seat.

"Afraid of getting in trouble?" The cocky bastard had the balls to smirk at me. I growled.

"I'm afraid of one of my students being put in an uncomfortable position by some bigmouthed kid who spouts off private details in a public place." By the look on Black's face, he obviously hadn't thought of anyone overhearing our conversation and it affecting Bella. "Now, if you'll get your hand off my car, I'd like to get going."

That night, I had called Emmett and told him to meet me at the gym. I might not have been able to punch Black in the nose, but I could punch a bag and pretend it had his face.

The doorbell rang again and I was bombarded with princesses, vampires, and bumblebees. The later it got, the more I wondered if maybe Bella had changed her mind about coming to see me. Trick-or-treating wasn't exactly a teenage pastime. What if she and her friends decided to forego candy for a more "adult" way of celebrating? But Bella wasn't the partying type, and when she made a promise she stuck to it.

The doorbell rang again and I opened it immediately, a grin lifting my cheeks almost painfully. She was here.

"Bella," I said, taking a moment to look at her. She was dressed as Winnie the Pooh, cute as all hell, but covered. I sighed minutely and turned to greet Alice and Jasper before turning and seeing the fourth member of their group. "Black."

He was dressed as Eeyore, and I resisted the urge to smirk. It was fitting, really. The jackass was dressed as a jackass.

"Cullen," he spat back, but I wasn't going to play this game. I turned back to Bella and smiled.

"You guys look great. Everyone loves Winnie the Pooh, right?" I don't know what possessed me to say it, but the blush lighting Bella's face, paired with her shy smile, was exquisite.

"That was the idea."

I waited patiently for either Bella or her friends to move things along, but no one made any motion to receive their candy. Jasper asked flat out for a Snicker bar, but I wasn't having any of that. I wanted the full experience.

Bella rolled her eyes, as full of joy as they were, and said the traditional plea. I grinned. She was amazing. A simple verse and she had my heart wrapped around her finger.

I decided to be playful with my students, putting on a show as I handed over their candy, and I couldn't deny that it was due in part to my need to touch Bella. Just a brush of the hand and my entire world shook.

Jacob made a rude departure, but I paid him little attention. Bella was still standing at my door, rooting me to the spot with her smile.

"I miss you," she said quietly.

"I know what you mean," I sighed. "I've seen you all month, and yet I haven't seen you at all."

"Thank God." She let out a nervous giggle and looked up at me in relief. "You seemed to be taking it so much better than I was. I was sure I was going crazy or something."

"Nah, I just have a good poker face is all," I smiled, feeling all of the sudden like I needed more. In just a few minutes she would leave and I would be filled with the same emptiness I'd had all month. "But, um…" What could I say? Come inside and let me hold you? Kiss you? Be with you forever? No, definitely not. But I could do something to make sure we saw each other again. If I invited her to Seattle , we'd not need to worry about our special restrictions. "You know, we—"

"Bella, hurry up!" I heard from down below. Of course the stupid kid would interrupt my Bella time. It was like his favorite hobby.

Bella turned back to me after assuring her friends that she was coming, but I couldn't bring myself to go through with my offer. Perhaps Black was a blessing in disguise.

Bella sighed and gazed up at me sadly. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, huh?"

"Yeah," I said, sure that my expression matched her own. "Back to being the Teacher."

We said our goodbyes with a small slipup from Bella, and as I watched her walk away, I knew I would never be able to live without her. I needed to be with her like I needed to breathe. I went inside, grabbed a candy bar, and prayed to God I had the strength to wait until June.