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Previously:
I closed the door and locked it. When I turned around, Edward was gone.
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There was a note on my bed.
Bella,
How many times do I have to tell you I'm sorry?
Just forgive me and forget about it.
I'm not going to explain it to you because I shouldn't have to.
Edward.
What did he mean he shouldn't have to explain? Should I already know why he acted like that? I had to find out.
I had dreamt about Edward Cullen. We were sitting on a beach, talking. He was telling me about everything he was interested in. His shirt was unbuttoned. He had a beautiful body.
I woke up. What the hell was wrong with me?! Why was I having romantic sitting-on-the-beach dreams about a boy that I was ready to punch? I think I'm going insane.
Luckily, it was time for school so I didn't have to go back to my weird, so-called 'fantasy' dream.
For the whole day, I couldn't get the beach image out of my head. I couldn't get him out of my head. Why did I have to be punished?!
I was at my locker, getting my maths books out. Great. I had dropped my pen on the floor. I bent over to pick it up when a smooth, cold hand reached out for it at the same time.
I looked up.
Bump.
Next thing, I woke up with the school nurse's hand on my forehead.
"She'll be fine," I heard her say.
The nurse walked out of the room as I sat up on the bed.
I felt really dizzy, and my head hurt. I went to feel it when a blurry image grabbed my wrist.
I blinked the blurriness away. And there he was. Why did Edward Cullen have to be everywhere?
"What are you doing here?" I asked suspiciously. I shook his hand off.
"You got hit in the head," he said quietly. He didn't look at me.
"By who?"
"Some immature boys were throwing a football around in the hallway. It just happened to hit you."
"That's not what I remember."
"You're free to go, Miss Swan," the nurse interrupted.
I hopped off the bed with my hand clutched onto my head. I walked out of the school reception office and then I lost my balance.
Someone caught me before I hit the ground. And, it was a surprisingly comfortable hold.
I turned my head and saw Edward holding me.
"Why are you everywhere?" I asked.
"I'm not. I was walking out just like you were and then you ridiculously fell," he answered.
"I fell because I was dizzy!" I yelled at him. He chuckled and shook his head. "What's so funny?" I asked, annoyed. He sighed in response and kept walking.
"Wait!" I called out after him. He stopped in his tracks and but didn't turn around. "Are you, like, stalking me?" I eyed him suspiciously.
He let out a burst of laughter and turned to face me. "You are truly ridiculous, Bella."
That was it. I snapped. "Oh, I'm the ridiculous one?! Why won't you explain to me why you were acting all weird that first day? And, how do you know where I live? How did you leave so quickly? After all you've done, you have no right to call me ridiculous! And, I know that I didn't get hit in the head by a football. You were there when I dropped my pen! You hit me! With your big, fat, rock-solid head!" I screamed at him.
"Bella," he whispered as he grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down."
"No! I won't calm down!" I yelled as I pushed at his chest. Wow, he was strong. He didn't even budge. "Let go of me!" I cried. He let go and rubbed his temples with the tips of his fingers.
"You know what; I really am starting to hate you, Edward Cullen."
"Bella, don't be ridic- Don't be absurd."
"Just go away!"
"I'm just trying to help you before you end up getting run over by a car."
"Fine, if you won't go away, then stop trying to help me! It's not working!"
"Would you just let it go, Bella? Please."
"No, I am not going to let it go!"
"Okay, fine. Have it your way."
He picked me right up off my feet as though I was a toothpick. He slumped me over his shoulder with my face right behind his butt. He had better not fart! I thought to myself.
"Put me down, Edward Cullen!" I screamed.
"I am not putting you down. We're going to be late for Biology if I do."
"Biology? I have maths. Wait, how long have I been out?"
"All of maths and about 15 minutes of biology."
"Great. Put me down now! I'll just keep kicking and screaming if you don't!"
"Bella, that's not going to do you any good." I started kicking the air and pounding his back. I couldn't be bothered screaming because then I would cause too much of a commotion. Instead, I just kept yelling 'Put me down, Edward!'
He put me down on my feet and picked me up again but this time, it was the 'Groom-carrying-bride-across-threshold' hold. "What was the change for?" I asked, surprised.
"My shoulder was starting to slouch," he said as his lips curved into a slight smile. I scowled.
I continued yelling 'Put me down, Edward!' And finally, he put me down. But we hadn't reached our class yet. We were just outside building A.
"Why are we stopping here?" I asked as I backed away.
"Because. There's something I need to do," he answered, looking away hesitantly.
"And what is that?" I questioned.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled my body to his. He looked deep into my eyes and then kissed me. His smooth lips crushed mine.
I could smell his beautiful scent that matched his beautiful body.
Oh no. I was kissing him back. Why was I kissing him back?! How insane was I?!
For some extremely stupid reason, I didn't want this to end.
He stopped kissing me. But he didn't move his lips away. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me. He pushed me away.
"I-I... Wh-what was that for?" I stuttered.
He looked away. "You wouldn't be quiet so I helped you out."
Okay, that made me angry. Edward Cullen had kissed me. But only to shut me up. I hated him!
"You're such a jerk, Edward Cullen!" I yelled. I slapped him in the face. Hard.
