By: GingerSnapp
Angela PoV.
No.
No way.
This way not humanly possible.
My mind stood frozen. The door to my car still open, my lunch slipped out of my hand. Bella's face was shy, but exuberant. There was only one to obvious reason for that. It was the long, pale arm around her waist. The arm of a heart breaker. The arm of a ruin-er. The arm of a creature I hated with all my being.
The arm of Edward Cullen.
My eyes lit up in rage as Edwards head turned towards me, his eyes apologetic and ashamed. He did a deep nod, acknowledging my fury with solemn, deserving eyes. If he could have read my thoughts, I was sure that they would be forever wounded at the images of Bella that replayed in my mind. The non-to subtle changes in her appearance, demander, and expression. In her humanity. He flinched. Edward had taken away Bella's humanity. He flinched again, to what though, I couldn't tell. I hoped it hurt him though.
Because Bella had been dead. There was no other word for what she had gone through. He might as well have killed her. Flat out murdered her. He would have done less damage if he had ripped out her heart and drank her blood!
Edward recoiled as if some one had slapped him. Bella turned to Kiss him on the cheek. It was a s high as she could reach. Edwards's eyes softened, but the pain didn't go away, and his head swiveled to look at Mike. Bella looked at him with questioning eyes, and he whispered something to her, hurriedly pulling her away from the shocked crowd of oglers.
I regained my composer. Mostly. Okay, slightly. Enough to know that Bella was going to talk to me. And then I would support her until she could explain her reasons, and I could judge what was going on. Retrieving my things, I was Ben run up to me and kiss me, and continue to prattle on about a new Ninja movie coming out today, but I wasn't hearing, or seeing. I was dazed. That is, until I saw Bella and Edward holding hands and laughing at the Cullen table.
From then on, I was scrutinizing.