Maybe that's what he wanted.
I HAD to stop thinking about this dude. He's just a stupid high school guy.
A HOT stupid high school guy.
Holy crap.
Jessica caught up to me at that same moment he passed. "Hey, Bella."
I tried to forget about Edward. If nothing has happened yet, it obviously never would. "Hey, Jess," I muttered.
"What's up? You look down." Of course NOW she notices.
"It's nothing. How's Mike," I asked before she could call out my lie.
"Oh, my gosh! Well, first of all, i canNOT believe he hasn't asked me to the dance! It's like, HELLOOOO? You know? I mean we would be perfect for each other, right? I think we would. I mean, he's gorgeous, and I'm..well, you know." She smiled.
"And it's like 'Come on, Mike!' He's just blinded by love. You know how it is, right? You can't see what's right in front of you. And then the saying for us will be 'You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone. Don't you think. I mean it's just that..."
Oh, Lord, I'd gotten her started. Well, I guess that was a good thing. I wouldn't have to talk or think about that Edward guy for a while. A very long while if she kept up her rambling as usual.
It was time for lunch so we were heading toward the cafeteria when we met up with Mike, Angela, and Ben. As usual. It seemed everything at Forks was usual. Except Edward Cullen and his bunch.
I was in line and listened to the buzz of conversation but I couldn't point one voice out because when, out of habit, I checked over at the Cullen table, Edward wasn't there. Where was he? His family was there!
There was something not right in my stomach seeing that he wasn't there. I wasn't sure it was a stomachache or not but just to be on the safe side, I didn't order food or orange juice. Instead, I ordered a bottle of water and was going to sit by my friends at the table. I was heading for the seat near Angela, honestly my favorite, when Mike looked me straight in the eye and held the seat out next to him and patted it, an obvious gesture for me to sit there. I didn't want to sit there but I didn't want to be rude, so I just sat and while I was scooting the chair in, I inconspiciously made it scoot a little farther away from him. He'd positioned it so I was practically sitting on top of him and I wasn't very comfortable with that. Especially when Jessica was giving me a death glare.
I could feel my cheeks heating up, wanting to not be in this situation. So I decided to try to make it a little less awkward by starting a conversation with Mike, acting like I didn't realize Jessica's intense stare shooting daggers at me.
"So, Mike," I said low enough to make it seem like a secret but loud enough so I knew that with Jessica evesdropping she could definitely hear. "Are you going to ask Jessica to the dance or what? I mean, I think if you don't ask soon, she might become unavailable. And you wouldn't want that to happen, right?"
I saw his face heat up. "Well, see, I saw...uhh..kind of..y'know..hoping, I guess..that..." he stuttered.
I wasn't sure if I wanted him to continue, but Jessica was intent on knowing so I pressed on. "That..?"
"That," he said. then he whispered quickly and almost inaudibly, "You might want to go with me."
I almost didn't hear it but I wish I hadn't heard what he'd said. And more importantly, I wished Jessica hadn't heard because suddenly she jumped up and yelled. "WHAT? HER?" She opened her milk and dumped it all over me and spun around and left.
I was stunned. And soaked. And suddenly carried away.
I got the milk out of my eyes and looked up at who was taking me away. It was Edward Cullen. "Put me down!" I squeaked.
"Be quiet. I'm taking you home."
"What? Why?"
He gave me a skeptical glance. "Have you been unconcious for the last two minutes or something?"
"Yeah, the milk, I know. But I have to take my truck."
"I'll bring you back to school, don't worry."
"Why are you carrying me? I'm not injured." I was getting a little angry.
"You'll try to get away." Huh. He was good.
"That still doesn't mean - ugh! Nevermind!" I folded my arms, jut out my bottom lip, and pouted.
He rolled his eyes, amused. That pissed me off even more. "What, you're just not going to talk to me?"
"You're one to talk! You haven't talked to me and we've sat next to each other for about a month now. What's your problem?"
"Me? Problem? Are you seriously going to start that?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Let me down." I was serious and I let that show in my tone.
"No."
That's when I lost it. I started squirming in his arms and screaming at the top of my lungs.
So he kissed me.
We were kissing like that for a long time because, honestly, I thought he was really hot for a really long time and I didn't want to look back years from now and remember myself as the girl who stopped kissing Edward Cullen. I wondered if he'd ever kissed anyone before because he always blocked everyone out but man was he good at kissing.
When he stopped the kiss he looked satisfied. When I caught my breath, I released my rath. "What the HELL was that about?"
"You were screaming."
"Have you ever tried 'shut the fuck up'?"
"You're a lady."
"Have you ever tried putting your hand over my mouth?"
"Hello, I'm holding you," he said, shaking his hands.
My eyes narrowed. "Have you ever tried putting me down?"
"No."
"You should try it sometime. It's actually fun. Go ahead, you'll see."
"Do you want me to kiss you again so you'll be quiet?"
I didn't want to answer that.
He carried me in silence on the way to his Volvo. He set me down and told me to get in. He was already in the car so I debated whether running right now would do me any good.
I saw the window roll down. "Inside now."
I rolled my eyes and got in.
"So, Bella?"
I was looking out the window with no itention of answering him.
"Bella."
Still refusing, he sighed. "Are you always this dificult?"
"Are you always this arrogant?"
"I have no idea what you mean." Yes, he did.
"Nevermind," I told him, giving up.
We rode in silence until he turned on the radio. Debucy was flowing through the speakers. I felt my eyes widen in shock,
though I shouldn't have been surprised.
He raised an eyebrow and turned it up. We listened to it until he slammed his brakes about a block away from my house. "Edward!" I exclaimed. "What the HELL was that?"
"Stay inside."
I watched him disappear around the corner toward my house and in a few seconds he was back. "Bella, you're going to my house."
"What? Why?"
"You're house isn't exactly suitable for you to be at right now."
"Why? What are you talking about? Edward!"
We drove around the corner just in time for me to see the flames ingulfing my house.