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A B.A. in BS

Summary:
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!


Notes:
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!


3. Chapter 3

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Charlie and I arrived at SeaTac with more than enough time before my flight left so he suggested that we get a bite to eat. We had about 45 minutes before my flight was scheduled to leave. As we made our way to the food court, we checked on my flight to make sure it was on time. We had an extra 20 minutes because it was delayed in Eugene. Charlie seemed to light up slightly. I think he’s going to miss me-or my cooking. I started to point out a Burger King (we were in the North Satellite) when Charlie interrupted me.

“Hey, there’s a sports bar in just down to the right and it’s in front of the security check point. Do you mind?”

"Not at all, Dad.” Let’s go

We made our way down to The Edge Sports Bar. As we got closer, I thought there was some famous person in there because there was a line of people standing there with cameras in hand. I turned to Charlie.

“There are a lot of people there. Maybe we should pick someplace, less crowded. We are on a time crunch, you know.”

“Well, we are already here Bells. Might as well.” He put his arm out like a gentleman and I proceeded to wrap my arm around it and we walked to the bar. As we got closer to the bar, the cameras started to flash, but towards us. What the hell was going on? I put my hands infront of my face to block out the flashes so I wouldn’t see spots and they finally stopped. Then I heard applause. Who on EARTH was in there? You’d think they’d be in the sky club or whatever that rich place was. I lowered my hand and saw them; Angela and Ben who were going to school in Seattle, Jessica who was home for the summer before heading off to England to study abroad, the pack and family-Embry, Quil, Paul, Leah, Seth, Jared Sam, Emily, Billy, and Jake. They had come to send me off. It was really quite sweet. Jake was standing in the front center of the group and kept looking over his should.

“Jake, who or what are you hiding?” He grinned and moved to the side. My mom came out running almost knocking me to the ground and she embraced me. I enclosed her with my arms tightly.

“Mom! What are you doing here!?”

“Charlie called once he knew when you were leaving for New Hampshire and told me he wanted give you a little going away party.” Party. I don’t do parties not since… “He knew you didn’t like parties, but none of us could let go without saying good bye and letting you know how much we would miss and love you.” I pulled back from her and her hands rested on my shoulders.

“When did you get here? How long have you been here? You should have let me know-we could have spent time together!”

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. School starts tomorrow and we’ve had development days and I was only able to get today free. I got in at 9 and my flight leaves at 1. I wish I could have stayed longer.”

“I’m just glad you are here now.”

“It was Charlie’s idea.” Will wonders never cease?

“Dad, “ I whipped around to see him standing there proudly.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Bells. It was nothing.” I turned back around to my family and friends all grinning at me.

“C’mere Bells.” Jake, the biggest of the pack picked me up and whirled me around.

“Jake. Cant…..brea—“

“Oh, Sorry.” He laughed with the rest of the group as he set me down. I greeted all of them with hugs and kisses and we went in to the bar to eat. We had a group picture taken with each of their cameras-all 14 of them. I hope they left the poor girl a good tip. I don’t know why the picture couldn’t have been taken with one camera and e-mailed around. That would just make too much sense, I guess.

After lunch they all walked me to the checkpoint and gave me hugs and love…and advice. My favorite was from Seth “Whatever you do, if there is a sock on the door, don’t go in.” Charlie was a bit mortified to have overheard that one. His turnip face was a dead giveaway. I punched Seth’s arm in embarrassment, even if it did no good. Then I gave him a great big hug. For 17, he was too smart for his age. I waved at them all as I left to board the plane. When we pushed away from the terminal and started to advance on the tarmac, I swear I could hear a harmonious beautiful howl over the plane engines, but I could have been wrong. This was home, but now it was time to forge a life on my own.

It’s was a 7 hour flight to Burlington then a 90 minutes drive to Hanover with other students who were coming in from across the country. I sat in 21A, next to the window and an empty middle seat, and watched the world fly below me. It was so majestic. There was only 1 other time in my life that I had ever seen the world so beautiful. I sat atop a tree in the forest in Forks. I need to stop; I had too much time to think. 20 minutes into the flight, I realized I couldn’t read, 5 minutes later, couldn’t write, 10 minutes later couldn’t sleep. I still had over 6 hours of flight left, so I continued to watch the Earth below me. I had little thoughts here and there: did I pack my favorite pair of jeans, I hoped my scheduled was in my checked bag because it wasn’t in my carry-on, did Dad drop off my change of address at the post office?

I sighed loudly, crossed my arms across my chest and stared at the ceiling. Of course, now I could think. Was that letter the best idea? Would they see through me? Would he see through me? Would it be more of a detriment than a benefit to me? Would it make him come back? Oh, God, please don’t let it make him come back. Did he know me better than I knew myself and know I truly hadn’t gotten over him, but needed to say those things because I needed to move on? Would he know that the things I wrote were things I wanted to say, but couldn’t because they weren’t’ all true? Would they understand? The last thing I wanted to cause them was pain. Humph. It was too late now. The letter was on it’s way to the Cullen’s place and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I leaned my seat back slightly and closed my eyes and hoped I would be able to sleep.

I woke up when we arrived for the layover in Chicago. I had to run to my connection terminal-we were running late. I had another couple of hours before we got to Boston. Once I got settled, same seat number, I pulled out Pride and Prejudice and was able to dive right in. I had read it many times before, but I knew it would keep my occupied and help me break from reality….and thinking.

We arrived in Boston just about on time. I picked up my bags from baggage claim and set off to find the rep from the university who would drive us to the university. There were 4 others waiting, apparently I was the last to arrive. I introduced myself and we set off for the van and then the university.

When we were dropped off at the dorms, I walked up to my room, 202, and found a simple room; desk, bed, dresser, sink, and window. The window overlooked the courtyard. I couldn’t deny its simplicity and beauty.

I dropped my bags and started to unpack. I had requested my own room for two reasons 1-I like my privacy and 2-I didn’t want to deal with teeny-boppery. I was thrilled to find out that I would have my own room. Hopefully, I could keep it this way for the next two years. I was too old for that kind of crap and never submitted to it in the first place.

After unpacking, I went to the mandatory dorm mixer for about 2 minutes then came back to my room and started to read through my schedule. First class tomorrow, Art 101. It was an introductory art class that apparently didn’t transfer from FCC. I appealed the transfer, but was denied. What did this Ivy League school have against my little community college and they way they taught art? Maybe I would learn something and if nothing else it would be an easy A and I needed the highest grades I could manage to keep my free ride. I would be across the campus at 8 am. I was thrilled. I didn’t’ even know who the professor was. All that my schedule reflected for that class was “Staff”. They care so much about this class to not let it transfer, but not enough to list who is teaching it. That’s gratifying.

The rest of the day was simply productive. I purchased my books, called home to both parents letting them know I arrived ok, and unpacked. I got ready for bed by setting the alarm clock on my cell phone and slipping under my sheets. Who knew tomorrow would be so interesting.