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Hello everyone! It's been a while, but here is another chapter. It's a bit short, but I rather like it. Tell me what you think! I should be uploading a new chapter soon. Please review! =]
Dinner that evening had been pretty easy-going. Esme made a delicious dish of spaghetti, that's for sure.
"So Bella, are you going to study tonight?" Esme asked, setting her fork down and looking at me expectantly. I nodded in response.
"Is there anything you would like me to make you for your snack?" I thought for a moment.
"No, anything you make is fine." I answered, grinning at her. Suddenly Edward cleared his throat.
"Make that two snacks. I'm going to be in her room." All of the chatter and clinking in the table came to a stop. Esme looked at Edward with wide eyes and a surprised look on her face. Edward's ears burned red as he realized what he'd just said.
"He's studying too." I piped in quickly, trying to avoid Charlie, who was looking like he was about to pop a vein.
"Oh." Esme said flatly, looking at Edward curiously. "You're studying?" The small smile on her face was hard to miss.
"Yes." Edward grumbled, shoving a forkful of spaghetti in his mouth. I made him agree not to get mad at Esme about the picture thing. I looked at Edward in amusement as he continued to shove food into his mouth anxiously. And he talked about my eating habits...
Edward dragged his chair over to the opposite side of my desk, sitting down and shuffling some blank pieces of paper. After checking that his pen was working, he looked up at me.
"What subject do you want to begin with?" He asked clinically. I swallowed hard and picked up the first book I snatched from my back pack. Looking down at it, I answered his question.
"Is, uh, math okay?" He sighed at my frazzled state and nodded wearily, combing his long fingers through his hair.
"So what do you need help with?" I thought about his question hard. I think the better question in this situation was what did I know? I needed help with everything...but I couldn't tell him that.
Edward huffed at my indecision and snatched a blank paper from the pile he had neatly created a couple of minutes ago. His pale hand began racing from one extreme of the paper to the other as he scribbled down numbers.
"A test?!" I asked him in disbelief as he shoved the paper in my direction. Hehadn'teventaughtmeanythingyet!
"It's an aptitude test." He said simply, looking at me expectantly. He recognized my puzzled look and rolled his eyes at me, annoyed.
"It's a test to find out what you need to work on." I slowly looked at the paper he had given me. These questions were more puzzling than the ones my teacher usually gave me. The first question looked familiar enough, so I decided to give it a try.
I chewed on the end of my pen as I debated different ways to solve the question. Only one was right, but I couldn't quite remember what it was. I went with the one that made the most sense and scribble an answer down on the paper.
"Are you done?" Edward asked, pulling his face out of the book he was reading and plucking the paper from my hands before I could even protest. He stared at the paper for a long time while I fiddled my thumbs nervously.
A loud bang resonated through the room and my head snapped up instantly. Edward looked at me with a glare that was beyond furious, and his face had turned a rather pinkish color.
"Are you kidding me right now?!" He almost shouted, slamming the paper on the desk in front of me. I flinched and looked at him from underneath my lashes.
"What did I do wrong?" I squeaked, trying to appease him.
"This question is from Freshman year! You're telling me you don't even know this?!" I looked at him fearfully and shrugged, my face burning up.
Edward was right. I had no hope of getting into the top Fifty. I bit my lip nervously, pretending Edward wasn't furious at me. I heard him take a deep breath and snatched the math book in front of me.
"Alright," He said, flipping through some pages before setting the book in front of me. "Let's start teaching you some math."
At first everything he said faded away, and all the problems he presented me with muddled together as I looked at his bright green eyes and copper hair closely. Edward spent hours going over what was deemed as 'the basics' for the midterm. Somewhere along the line I got over my intimidation of him and was able actually learn from him. I shooed him to his room after he yawned three times in less than two minutes. He stumbled out of my room muttering something about his bedtime. I snatched my bathrobe from the foot of my bed and washed up, getting ready for bed. My eyes closed as soon as they touched the cool pillow below me.
I walked through the doorway of my classroom the next morning with a newfound confidence. Math suddenly started making much more sense than it did in the past years. I finished all of the practice problems and even had extra time to work on the study guide Edward made for me. I looked next to me only to find Alice and Rosalie staring at me intently.
"What?" I asked, quickly closing the study guide Edward gave me. If they looked at it they would quickly notice the clinical scrawl looks nothing like my neat handwriting. Rosalie begins speaking first.
"So would you mind explaining what the hell happened with Edward yesterday?" She asked, picking her nails and looking up at me. After they witnessed what happened yesterday they've been hounding me for information ever since. Apparently they have still not forgotten a thing.
"Wh-what are you talking about? Nothing happened." I stuttered, pretending to be busy by going to my backpack and avoiding their gazes.
"Yeah, right. Bella Swan, I swear to God, if you don't tell us-"
"I already said, nothinghappened." I nearly shouted, trying to get them to believe me. I know the last thing I need to do is lie, but they wouldn't ever let the subject drop if they ever knew what's going on.
"Bella Swan, move to the front. Now." I quickly looked up at an exasperated and tried not to look too relieved as I gathered my things and trudged to the front of the classroom, ignoring the pointed looks coming from Rose and Alice.
I managed to evade the girls for the rest of the day, and all afternoon was spent dodging their calls. Carlisle was telling us on how his team was gathering evidence to bring to court. Charlie was pleased, to say the least.
I yawned for what had to be the third time in a five-minute span. My eyes began to water, and I had to resist the urge to get some shut-eye. I heard Edward sigh exasperatedly and rolled my eyes, Today was the last day of tutoring, considering the exams started tomorrow morning.
"Did you go over the biology guide that I made you?" I nodded sleepily.
"And the assessment test?" He prodded. Under normal circumstances I would be thrilled to have him chat me up, but I just wanted sleep. Edward's tutoring was brutal, but I know it was taking a toll on him as well. He dark circles around his eyes and tended to be more cranky than usual. I rummaged through my backpack until I found the assessment test he had made for me. It covered all the subjects, and were full of questions he predicted to be on the test. I handed the test to him silently and waited and he corrected it.
"You should be fine, you got most of the questions right." He said, nonchalantly flipping through the pages of the test. I cracked a smile in relief...maybe there was some hope for me, after all.
Edward put the test down and gave me a dazzling smile. My heart began to flutter, and for a moment I cursed that handsome face of his.
"Wh-what?" I asked, uneasy.
"Two weeks ago you didn't even know freshman math. Now you can potentially get into the Top Fifty. Do you know what that means?" I shook my head in confusion.
"I have just achieved a miracle." He yawned and rubbed at his green eyes in exhaustion.
"Don't stay up late studying and go to bed early, you need all the rest you can get." He sounded oddly like a doctor, but I wasn't going to question it. I put off the test-jitters as I thought of what a full night's sleep would do to me.
The next morning went by surprisingly smoothly. I didn't oversleep, I didn't lose anything, and I didn't have to run out to the bus stop. I was still jostled around on the packed bus, but that couldn't be helped. I grew constantly worried of a middle-aged man with greasy brown hair that rode in with the morning commute. He would stare inappropriately, and often stand too close for comfort. He gave the creeps, but he hadn't tried anything with me.
Edward and I walked into the school like we always did: with a designated 8-foot gap between us. He still pretended that we didn't know each other at all. As he walked into his homeroom, I felt a surge of gratitude towards him. Although I had blackmailed him into tutoring me, he actually put some effort into teaching me.
"Thanks." I mumbled, walked past him towards my classroom.
"Good luck." He murmured, looking over his shoulder at me briefly. A silly smile spread over my face. Edward Cullen just said something nice to me.