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Returning Readers: This is the rewrite of Co-Ed has never been better. I wanted to make sure that I had better writing in this one. Not that the last one was necessarily bad, it just was not really working with the plot that I want, and I needed to shift some family trees. I would like to thank you for reading! Thank you so much for waiting for this to come out.

Bella's POV

I stepped out of my truck, and grabbed the pack of papers from the console between the seats. I righted myself, and took a step back from the truck, slamming the door shut. I put the key through the lock and twisted until the click signaled the truck was locked securely. I turned to my left and stared through the open gates of Rossie Academy. This had always been my dream school after my brother, Jasper, rang on and on about the great experiences that come to him from this school.

Here I was 20, almost 21 years old walking into Rossie Academy for the first time as a junior, to pursue my college education.

I ventured forward my way through the gates, by registration info and purse tucked into my side. I stood motionless in front of the front office, and glanced down at my ensemble. I was wearing a pair of tan slacks, with a basic powder blue sweater shirt. I straitened my shirt, trying to make a good first impression, and pushed open the glass front door of the main office building.

I approached the secretary behind the elegant wooden desk to my right. She looked about early forties, typing furiously on the computer, allowing her glasses to fall slightly to the crook of her nose. Her hair was pulled back into a once slick bun, but as time passed, strands were gradually falling out of it. Apparently, she had a very hectic workload. She didn't notice I had entered, until I approached the desk.

She looked up and smiled warmly at me, her face wrinkling slightly with it. "Hello Dear! My name is Mrs. Cope, and welcome to Rossie Academy!" She exclaimed gesturing around her, as she recited her much repeated line of welcome.

"Thank You! It's great to be here," I could help but smile back at Mrs. Cope. She seemed like a sweet, generous lady.

"Can I have your name?" She called out, returning to her business mode.

"Isabella Swan," I stated routinely. It was such a basic question, that the answer sprung to my lips without hesitation.

Mrs. Cope typed in the computer for a second, and a page pulled up with my picture at the top. She clicked a few times, and pushed a couple buttons, and the printer to her right began spewing out papers. She grabbed the papers in one hand and a stapler in the other and pressed them together, stapling the papers together.

"Your schedule is in there, as well as the dorm papers and a school map. If you have trouble finding your way, or anything else, don't be a stranger. There is always someone here, welcome to answer your questions. Have a good stay!"

"You too, thank you! I really appreciate it."

She waved and turned back to her computer, forehead creasing in concentration, forgetting that I was here altogether. I turned to the newly acquired paper in my hand.

I was in 39, on floor 3 of building six. The problem was that I had no idea where building six was.

I turned quickly to the student parking lot, wondering weather I should grab my bags from the truck or not. I decided I should probably find the room first. As I turned, a light colored Toyota car caught my eye. Jasper's Car.

Jasper went to Fork's community college for the first year of his college academics. Then for his sophomore college year, he left Washington to Rossie Academy in New York.

Jasper would have gone earlier, if it hadn't been for me.

When I was in my senior year, my father decided it was a good time to get his life back since mom died. So he started dating Sue Clearwater. When they had been dating for a few months, he asked her to move in with him. He didn't ask for our consent, he just decided that she could live with us, and with Sue came, Miss-I-love-myself-Leah, and Seth. Even though Seth was a really fun kid, the conditions were hard to live with. There were the only three bedrooms and one bathroom in the house. It was enough having to share a bathroom with Jasper and Charlie, now to add three others to the mix. Jasper and I weren't having this.

Jasper was going to be a college freshman this year, and me, a high school senior. We were legal adults and old enough to move out. Jasper and I got a two year contract for an apartment, a couple miles from Charlie's house. We didn't want to burden down our father's new family. We both got part time jobs at the local diner, and took as many shifts that we could fit into our schedule. We were independent teenagers that managed to care for themselves without the help of their parents.

While being around each other so much, Jasper and I were very protective of each other. Anything that involved one of us, automatically involved the other. This also meant that there were no secrets between the two of us. We told each other everything. We said everything that happened to us in a day, what was the latest gossip and how we felt about it. This also meant that I told Jasper all of the guys that I had ever crushed on. I couldn't keep a secret from him, it was just too hard. I cared too much about him to hurt him with secrecy. Normally my crushes didn't upset him, except one. I had held a soft spot for his best friend Edward Cullen for a while now. It wasn't that Jasper disapproved of him; it was just how much time we spent with each other . . . alone. He was worried that I wouldn't tell him if something was going on. I understood that, after all he had always been very overprotective of me.

Since he realized my feelings for Edward, he had put in a valiant effort to keep us from being alone together. He didn't care if we hung around with each other, as long as he was there. There was however nothing to worry about. Edward didn't recuperate the same feelings for me. I never expected him to however. He was gorgeous; bronze hair, green eyes, and straight perfect features. He looked more like a god rather than a crush. The problem was that he wasn't just a crush. I don't know what it was, but the feelings were more intense than I liked.

As soon as Edward graduated, he went to Rossie Academy. Jasper and Edward came home for breaks to see his family and would stop bye for a little bit. I looked forward to those visits, not having anyone around left me very lonely. I didn't want to get involved in this town more than I had to.

When I graduated, I also attended Forks Community College. I would have gone off to Rossie earlier, but our apartment lease had yet to expire, and since Jasper made it through a year at the community college, I suppose I could as well. He wanted to stay with me, not liking the idea of me being all alone at the apartment, but I couldn't hold him back any more. Instead of spending my time thinking about my social life, I thought about my academics. I began school not altogether sure of what I wanted to do. I was seriously considering becoming an English major, but dropped the course when the workload became too strenuous. I called my brother and asked him to tell me something, anything to make me feel the slightest bit better. I didn't want to think about not being able to figure out what I wanted to do with my life, or anything that would put more stress on my back.

Jasper happily obliged, going into another story about some book he read in the campus library. Jasper loved history, hence the history major. I loved just sitting back and listening to my brother go into his happy place, the past. Not worrying, writing, reading, or talking about the current problems that needed to be changed. He liked talking about the problems of the past that had been resolved. I really did love history, the way Jasper spoke of it -animated and exuberant- made anyone want to listen and . . . learn more. Then, right then, I knew that I really did want to follow in Jazz's footsteps and learn more. I finished my first year at the community college alone, majoring in History and a master in Education.

So here I was, finally here, away from my boring past, ready to start over new.

I pulled out the map that was attached to the others and tried to locate where I was. I found the spot at the front of campus. I looked for the squares labeled with numbers, until I found six, poised directly in the back of campus.

I found the building pretty easily, and pushed the door open. I stepped into the spacious office and caught my foot on the door jam. I grabbed the frame, and steadied myself carefully. I carefully crossed the elegant office, and pushed the up button on the elevator without anymore accidents.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slowly parted from each other, and allowed me entrance to the elevator. The floors were numbered up to six. I pressed the three button, and the elevator started upward, me being the only occupant.

I walked out of the elevator, and looked around. There were ten doors, all labeled with silver plaques with an engraved number on them. I ventured down the hallway, until I reached the end. I looked to my left, and there it was room 39.

I slid the key into the lock, to find that it was already open. My roommate was already in the room. I wondered what she would be like, would she be ugly, pretty, fat, skinny? Nerdy, partier, vain? There was only one way to find out, push open that door.

So that's what I did. The sight to was not what I was expecting.

Edward Cullen knelt down placing DVD's below the television. At the sound of the door closing, Edward twisted around and faced me. "Bella?"

"Edward?" I was curious now. What was he doing here?

I turned slightly and checked the number on the door. It was the right room, I was sure.

After a moment of awkward silence, Edward came forward and brought me into a hug and kissed my cheek. After he pulled away he asked,"Not that it isn't great to see you Bells, but why are you here?"

Why was I here? I could ask him the same question. "Isn't this room 39 of building six?"

"Yeah, my dorm?" He made it sound like a question. Wait! What did he mean his dorm? This is my dorm!

Oh my gosh! We share a dorm! I share a dorm with a guy. Not just any guy, but Edward Cullen. The very same Edward Cullen I had major feelings for. This was going to be a long year, a long year indeed.