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A B.A. in BS

Dear Edward, I have finally gotten over you No, that won’t work. Dear Edward, It’s been 3 years now. You never returned. At least you could keep ½ of your promise; I never saw you again, but the whole thing about life being as if you never existed is a large heaping load of horse sh— GAH! How do you tell your high school sweetheart, the man you stole your heart never to return it, the man who obsessed over keeping you safe, the man who left you broken in a forest because he did not love you anymore…how do you tell him that that you are finally over him and moving on, kinda-sorta. How do you tell him if he’s moved away with his family and you have no way to contact him? You write his sister’s husband, that’s how! What happens if Edward really never returned and Bella went on with her life? What happens if she was able to get over Edward, leave Forks, go to college, and make a life of her own? Would his heart break if he knew she was over him and could surive without him? Would she ever see him again? What about is family-could she really live with out her best friend, forever? What about the wolves? Jake? And oh, dear....what about Victoria?? This story takes place after Edward left. Bella was too much "into" herself (her depression was too strong) that she never did any of the extreme sports, never jumped off the cliff therefore leaving on reason for Alice to come back or for them to go to Volterra. This should be interesting. (BTW the title essentially means ABachelor of Arts inBull Sh--) FAIR WARNING: THERE IS SOME OOC ACTIVITY (Out Of Character) Also, there's some senuality coming up so be prepared :-) I have this "book" finished and the second "book" started and hopefully finished by the end of my holiday vacation. Thank you for allowing me creative license with what's in my head which will soon be on "paper".This Story is rated ADULT for language, future fight scenes, and sensuality. I just wrote a scene in one of the chapters that warranted a change in rating, sorry.Updat: this book is finished-on to the next!

You guys rock and I hope you'll fogive my months-long absence. School owned me for a while. I have a total of 23 chapters in this book and two more "books" after this. I hope you all enjoy!

13. Chapter 13

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Edward POV (rewind slightly, again-sorry, but it is very important and you’ll love where it ends up...and that doesn't mean just go skipping to the end either! lol)

I spent the rest of the night getting acquainted with my family again and Wednesday I explored our new property and took some time to think. When I got back to the house, I sat down for a heart-to-heart with Esme. I had to find a way to calm down and not let my true feelings out to Jasper.

“Hi sweetie. How do you like the new place?”

“It’s nice. I know it wouldn’t be too much of a leap to say that Emmett is thrilled. I could hear bears out there.”

“Yes, he hasn’t been this happy with his selection of meals in a while.”

“How do you like teaching?”

“I didn’t think I would like it this much,” she conveyed as an image of Bella sitting in a lecture hall played in her head. Don’t let on. Don’t let him know. I hope he didn’t see that.

I did. So that’s how they found each other. She’s one of Esme’s students. They always had a mother/daughter relationship.

“I always knew you would enjoy teaching.”

“Why thank you Edward. I love teaching Art, but I think I’ll have to explore more subjects in the future.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon talking. I was relieved as it kept my mind occupied and therefore I could not make any decisions.

After Emmett and I wrestled in the backyard to keep him occupied, Jasper and I played chess. I was able to hear or see his next move and he’d send me waves of frustration. Emmett and I played the latest Resident Evil for hours until he got frustrated when he got killed.

“Kids, care to hunt some turkeys? It is Thanksgiving after all,” called Carlisle a few hours after the last time I killed Emmett.

“I’d rather have a cobra,” Rose smacked Emmett upside the head and then dragged him out the back door.

“Cobra,” I asked. I knew precisely what he meant, but wanted to appear out of the loop.

“Long story. C’mon, let’s go hunt. Carlisle had the late shift last night so he’ll be home shortly.”

“If it’s not too much of a burden, I’d like to hunt on my own. I’d also like to explore the city. Please don’t worry about me, mom. I’ll be fine.” She nodded her approval and kissed my cheek as she and Jazz ran after Rose and Emmett.

Meanwhile, I explored the city…well more like the university. I figured that Bella likely had a place in one of the dorms. I knew I wouldn’t see her and the campus was essentially deserted, so I searched for any trace of her I could find. I walked into each dorm and found that on the main floor there was a directory of all the students and what room they were in.

Isabella Swan. Room 202 Stewart Pattinson-Meyer Hall

I listened for thoughts, voices, and heartbeats. Nothing. I raced up to her room and jimmied the lock. Her smell was so aromatic and fragrant. I inhaled and shut the door behind me. I exhaled and walked to her bed. I picked up her pillow and held it to my face then placed it back in it’s rightful place. I saw her closet door cracked slightly and looked in. Designer threads: evidence of Alice’s influence.

I walked over to her desk. Some of her text books were out-one for Esme’s Art class, one for what had to be a Creative writing class, and there was a syllabus for an English Lit class on top of her laptop and to my surprise I found evidence that she had already been made a Cullen. It took me back…back to the moments when I wanted her to be a Cullen, my mate, my wife. Who was kidding, I still did.

I wanted to lay in our meadow, or find another one like it. I wanted to hold her in her room, kiss her, and love her forever. I wanted to dance with her under the stars and give her everything I possibly can to put a smile on that beautiful face, but I have tried that before. I tried that and it brought us James and almost her death. I put her in danger from my own brother. Could I really protect her now? There was only one way I thought I really could protect her, only one way she could really be safe-and that was to turn her into one of us. There had to be another way…but was there really? If she was one of us, she wouldn’t bleed, or trip/fall, she wouldn’t have blood coursing through her veins taunting at my every instinct. We could make love. I could give her all of me in every way possible.

God, what happened to staying away from her? That was now shot to hell. Had I just made the decision to change her into a soulless demon? Would Alice have seen it? She always thought we had a soul and maybe we do. Maybe I could turn her and keep her soul intact. Would I be making the right choice to agree to it…if she still wanted it, still wanted me?

Lord knows that it’s been hell without her. The only heaven I knew was when she was with me. I would spend an eternity in hell for just a few more moments with her. It would all be worth it. She did not want me involved in her life and I wasn’t sure that my family would tell her I was back, so I decided I should do something to let her know I’m around. I didn’t know if I was making the right move or not, but I had to find a way to get her back and that involved a quick trip to New York. She was my love, my heart, my soul and I could not live another moment without seeing her or she not knowing I was back.


I had been back from New York for about half an hour now. I had a close call with Bella in the zoo gift shop. I could smell her coming as I approached it. So I ran as fast as I “humanly” could away from it and made no decisions in the mean time. After I was certain she was gone, I went in and purchased a stuffed spider monkey and high tailed it back to New Hampshire. I knew I would be cutting it close to get the monkey into her room and get back to the house before they got back. Luckily there was back-up of traffic in the city and it took them a while to get out of New York. I’m sure Alice had thought of that before hand and had planned to leave at just the right moment, but my unpredictable love had thrown her off course by wanting to go to the zoo. I heard Alice cursing the traffic as I was running the opposite direction. After I snuck back into her bedroom and put the monkey at the top of her bed, I hunted a few elk so my family would not suspect anything and ran back to the house.

Everyone greeted me, relieved that I had returned as promised and I went upstairs and started toying with my piano. I hadn’t seen a piano in years. I had no need for one. It was badly out of tune, so I tuned it up and found that I could not bear to play it yet. I calmed myself and went downstairs to await the arrival of my sister.

I could hear the sound of the tires of Alice’s Porsche on the street up to the house. She got out of her car and ran up to Jasper who was standing on the porch waiting for her. They were making out. I would have thought it overdone if I had not so desperately wanted to do that myself. Not with my sister or brother, of course.

Curious, both she and Jasper were now citing “Battle of the Hymn Republic” in German. We all waited in the living room while she tried to further delay her entrance. Jasper peeked he head in the door.

“Hey, Alice and I are going hunt. We’ll be back shortly.” And with that the door shut and they were gone. Interesting. Going to hunt-plausible. Going to show Jasper how much she missed him-believable. Going to hunt, show Jasper how much she missed him and be covered with his scent, and then get her clothes dirty so she has to change and I won’t smell my Bella on her-yep. Exactly, I had her number and there was no way she was going to get away with it.

I wanted to draw this out and make them squirm for keeping this away from me and attempting to keep it from me now, but I couldn’t. My incessant need to know how she was ruled my mind and my heart. As soon as Alice got back, we would talk.

I waited. And waited. And Waited.

Where is she? – Rosalie

This is getting ridiculous. Jasper isn’t here even I can feel the tension. I hope they are back soon to calm us all down. – Esme

Edward is going to kick her ass! I can see the little pixie flying across the backyard now. –Emmett

I don’t know how long we can keep this charade going. He’s going to find out. –Rosalie

I’m immediately jerked my head toward her and raised my eyebrows. She refused to look at me and continued to read her magazine. You know, vampires aren’t as sly and quick as they think they are. I could hear that Jasper and Alice were back. Alice was going through the car gathering bags. It took them about 10 seconds longer than it should have to come in. When they did, Alice jumped the length of the living room from the foyer and wrapped her arms around me.

She smelled like shopping bags and plastic. The pixie changed her clothes! Ok, we can place this game, Alice.

“Nice to see you too, Alice.” I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly.

She pulled back and smiled. “How long are you staying?”

“As if you don’t already know.”

“I initially saw that you were only going to stay a few days, but I think your mind has changed?”

Emmett: Oh shit.

Alice: Oh no.

Esme: Oh, he’s going to stay!

Carlisle: It’ll be good to have him home, although this could make things interesting.

Jasper: Everyone just needs to calm down!

Rosalie: Yay. Great. Alert the press, Edward has come home to stay. Moron.

“Ahh, the psychic has looked into her crystal ball has she? Yes, I’ll be staying. I just don’t think a few days will be enough time around the ones I love right now.” Those words had a double meaning.

“Great! Are you decided what you want to –high school, college, work? Jasper will need to call Jenks to get your papers in order.”

“Actually I think I’m just going to take some time off. I’m not quite sure how I want to handle things, but you know that all ready.”

“That I did.” She looked back at Jasper who was standing in the doorway to the living room like a coat rack with bags around his neck, arms and in his hands.

“I think I need to take Jasper, and my things, upstairs.”

I laughed.

“Jazz, you make a nice bellboy,” called Emmett.

“Thanks brother.”

“We will be back soon. We have some unpacking to do…along with a few other things,” Alice coyly insinuated to her husband.

She started to take Jasper by the arm and run up the stairs, but I interrupted her.

“Hey, Alice, wait a second.”

They stopped on the second step from the top and looked at me.

“Yes, Edward.”

Everyone’s mind was eerily quiet and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Exactly which bedroom are you going to be unpacking in.”

Which bedroom? What the hell was this idiot doing when he was away, crack? -Rosalie

“What do you mean Edward? Our bedroom of course.”

“No, I mean which bedroom-the one that is incased in yours and Jaspers scent or the one Bella visits you in?” I sat there with a questioning look on my face. Innocent, as if I had asked if the sun was coming out tomorrow.

Oh shit. It was in unison between 3 of my family members. Meanwhile, Jazz threw some calm out there and I sneered and growled at him.

“Now, Edward—“

“No Carlisle, please don’t. I would like her to answer my question. I think she, actually all of you owe me that much.”

“Actually, Edward we don’t owe you a God damn thing, but thanks for asking,” snorted Rosalie even though we all ignored her.

We all sat in silence as Jasper and Alice stood on the stairs. I blocked my family’s thoughts as I wanted to hear her speak aloud, to all of us. After 2 minutes when she didn’t speak, I did.

“Alice, did you really believe that flowers would cover up or mask the scent, the one scent in the world that calls to me? That sings to me? The scent of the only woman I have or will ever love? You didn’t think that a bunch of little flowers would be able to keep me from smelling her, did you?” She looked defeated.


“Alice, don’t. You and I both know that—“

“Esme, it’s alright.” She put her hands up as a sign of surrender. “She knew that he was coming back to stay. I couldn’t lie to her. She said it was ok if he found out.” She walked down the stairs and sat on the far edge of the L-shaped couch. It was the furthest away from me.

“I had a vision when we were in New York. You were sitting on her bed upstairs. You figured it all out up there. I heard you say that you weren’t leaving.”

-----long pause------

I didn’t realize I had reflexively gripped the sides of the couch cushion so hard that I dug a hole into it with my fingers. I’d have to assure Esme that I would replace it.

“That’s her room? Not yours and Jasper’s room?” I didn’t know how to feel. She had a room here! Next to mine! Did she know?

“2 women in 1 room! Nice work Jazz!”

A growl was released from my chest. “Now is not the time Emmett! And you are not going to put Bella anywhere neara snake pit at any time in the future.”

“The cobra thing was a joke, dude. Sorry. I just trying to ease the tension. You should try it sometime, it works wonders.” Alice, Rose and even Esme smacked him.

I rose from the couch after releasing the cushion. “I’m going to see her.”

“Son, think this over. Do you really think that’s the best course of action?” Carlisle was unwavering in his words.

“I have to see her.”

“Carlisle, it won’t help. He’s already made his decision.”

“You’ve seen him there?”

“No, I’ve see me jumping through Bella’s window after she gives him a piece of her mind.”

“Son, I don’t think this is the best way to go about it.”

“She’s over me. I got her letter. I need her to know that I’m not over her. I still love her and I still want her in my life. I have to go. And with that I was out the door as everyone questioned what letter and Esme started to explain to them the letter that she wrote to me, addressed to Jasper. She was just starting as I was out of hearing range for their thoughts. I knew Alice wouldn’t be too far behind, so I sped up to have as much privacy with her as possible.

Bella POV

I stood up from my desk chair and started to pace up and down my room. I was so furiously hot in my own skin. I changed into pajamas to cool off.

“That stupid jerk! How dare he?”

I balled my fists and grunted. I was pissed. I even growled under my breath to the point that my throat hurt. My heart was beating so fast and I was so angry that I almost started to see red. I felt sweat pellets drip down my forehead so I pulled my hair back and opened my window slightly. I felt a cool breeze enter my room and I instantly started to cool off in the November air. I turned around and started to pace back and forth again. I had half a mind to call and curse him out, but knowing my luck I would probably end up succumbing to being dazzled by him all over again and I was not willing to do that right now. I approached the window once more as I paced my room and I inhaled the cool air again. I turned my back towards the door and started to pace the opposite direction.

“You know love you shouldn’t leave your window open while wearing such skimpy clothes. You’re bound to catch a cold or the flu, or worse.” Velvet. Deep, heart-wrenching, crushing, life-altering, make-you-fall-in-love, stop-breathing, and heart pumping velvet. I stopped in my tracks and stood frozen in time, “you shouldn’t leave your window open while wearing such skimpy clothes. You’re bound to catch a cold or the flu, or worse.”