Author's notes: I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing, author/story alerts, and for adding this story in your favorites. I'm so glad that you appreciate what I've started. Anyway, here's the second chapter.

Note: I used my real school schedule in this story; we only have our Physical Education class once a week. And since my regular class is in the afternoon, my PE schedule is every Tuesday morning.

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Send Me Your Love

Chapter 2

Why is that? Y'know it sucks when you don't know what you're feeling towards a person. It's very confusing. I replied back.

I don't really know where this conversation is going. These are the things I don't usually say to a person. This was a first. And I feel like I can trust him with these.

It took him a while to reply.

Ah, yes. It's very confusing. Sometimes you don't know what you want to do. It will always bother you.

What he said was true. I don't know what I should do; I don't really know what to think of. Sometimes I wouldn't want to think about these things because it would only hurt me.

And you know what hurts the most? It's when a person you like doesn't like you back. It really sucks. I replied.

I didn't know what came into me. It's like I'm expressing everything to him. There's just one thing he doesn't know. And he will never know.

He's the one that I like.

So you like someone who doesn't like you back? Well, yes it really sucks. You know I've always got rejected by the person I liked.

Yes, I liked someone. And it was you.

Yes, I do. And you? Always rejected by someone? That totally sucks but really, there are lots of girls who are interested in you.

He didn't reply after that and I thought he's already asleep.

Are you still awake?

Then he replied, Oh, sorry I just ate my snacks.

Oh, it's fine. Aren't you sleepy yet?

No, I usually sleep late.

Then he sent another message, Hmm... let's send each other some logics, quotations or sayings. Is it alright?

Sure. You go first.

No, lady's first. Such a gentleman.

Okay, I'll think of one first.

We spent two hours of sending logical question, quotations and even inspirational sayings. I sent him a meaningful quotation from one of my favorite novels. I noticed that my eyes are dropping down; it's already 11pm and I still have a morning classes tomorrow.

I better go to sleep now. We still have morning classes tomorrow. Thanks for your time, Edward.

Thanks to you, too. Sleep tight. Don't let the bedbugs bite! :)

And with that, I drifted off to sleep with a big smile on my face.

The next morning was foggy and of course it was raining. Was it impossible for the sun to show in Forks? I really dislike the cold and wet thing. It was worse when the snow came down.

I did my daily routine in the morning; I ate my breakfast, took a bath and then get ready for school. I'm kind of relieved because our PE class is only once a week.

When I arrived at school, there were few students inside the gym. I recognized some of the early risers, Angela Weber, Ben Cheney and some other people from our school's basketball team and cheerleading squad.

And he's not yet here. Maybe he's coming late again; he's always late. Sometimes he ditches classes. And sometimes he doesn't go to school at all.

I sat down on the bleachers while waiting for the others to arrive. I listened to my iPod, Because I Miss You was playing. It was such a great song to listen to.

Other students were starting to arrive, wearing their own PE uniform. I'm still looking for any signs of him but unfortunately, he didn't show up.

I wonder what his problem is. It's affecting his grades in school. And don't get me wrong, he's one of the great students in school. It's just that this thing that is bothering him was already affecting his studies.

When the bell rang signaling the start of the class, I know he wouldn't come to our morning PE class.

And I feel depressed when he's not around.

Coach Clapp entered the room and the students went quiet. We discussed about volleyball today. After the discussion, Coach decided to play the sport. First were girls versus girls. I was one of the players and I always end up with throbbing head because the ball would always hit my poor head. Sheez, I was never the sporty type of girl. At all.

And the fact that he's not here was a distraction during the game.

Maybe my teammates were pissed at me; it was obvious because they keep on giving me a glare. Our team ended up losing and that's because of me.

Stupid clumsiness.

Stupid Edward.

Stupid me.

Should I text him? Or should I let him text me first? Argh, I just don't know what to think.

When I got home before lunch, I decided not to text him. He might think that I'm one of his fan girls on his fans club or that I may be crazy, insane girl.

Instead, I made myself busy by eating my lunch while reading a book. It's nice how you can easily lost in the world of books and novels. It takes away the pain you are feeling.

After eating my lunch, I changed my clothes from my sweaty PE uniform to my comfortable jeans and cute yellow blouse. Now I have to prepare for my afternoon class.

When I got to school, the silver Volvo was nowhere to be found. Again. Sighs. When will he come back to school?

I went to the library, since the bell hasn't rang yet, to borrow some books to read. I have to borrow the classic novel Mr. Molina wants us to read.

When the bell rang, signaling the start of our classed, I gathered my things and went to my first class which was English. He's not yet here but I have a feeling that he's coming today.

Mr. Molina discussed something about Les Miserables by Victor Hugo, something that I read and watched before. I seriously couldn't focus on our lesson because I'm waiting for him.

Just when Mr. Molina was about to say something about Jean Valjean, a velvet, musical voice interrupted him and said,

"Good afternoon. I'm sorry I'm late."

And so Edward Cullen walked towards the room.

And so you can see an involuntary smile in my face as he walked by.

End Notes: Thank you for reading! Please let me know your thoughts! Comments, Questions, Opinions and Creative Criticisms are always welcome.

-ERAshi