A/N: Why is this story so easy to write? Seriously, I mean like I sit down and my fingers just type and it's done within a couple of hours. I love it. :D I also write too much and I want to write more, but I stop myself or else it'll be like ten pages long with at least 50000 words. Yeah, it would be really long and no one would want to read it. Anyways, still not proud of it...maybe the next chapter?

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

"Life is a Highway...and I feel like Roadkill!"
-unkown

Roadkill

He was staring at me through the corner of his eye again, I noticed this because I was staring at him through the corner of mine. He was like a god, I was like one of those people on Unsolved Mysteries, the ones that go for a walk and never come back. I looked back at the road, trying to forget about the fact that I was sitting alone in a car with Edward Massen, forget about the fact he was a vampire and if he wanted to could kill me without blinking, he was Edward fucking Massen!

He let out a deep sigh. I looked at him. "Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me fully, his eyes not even concentrating on the road. Part of me wanted to scream at him and tell him to look back at the road but I didn't. He looked frustrated as he stared at me, I blushed but didn't look away.

"Are you cold?" He asked, ignoring my question. I looked down and noticed that I was rubbing my arms together. I nodded, thinking that he was going to turn on the heater or something, but he didn't. He reached to the back seat, his eyes never even glancing at the road and grabbed a jacket. "Here." He tossed it towards me. I stared at it for a few seconds before putting it on my arms, smiling and blushing to myself.

"Thanks." I mumbled, into his sleeves, smelling them, he smelt so freaking good.

He nodded and got into the right lane without using his blinker (or checking his mirrors). I forgot about the jacket and held onto the door handle. He was an aggressive driver.

He made a sharp turn which made me slam into the door. I groaned as he straightened the car, I hit my head on the window a little too hard. I pulled my face off the glass when I felt a cold hand touch my cheek, I jerked away, not because I was afraid but because he was cold. He mumbled a sorry and pulled his hand back. "Are you ok?" He finally asked, his eyes turning from the road to me.

I nodded and smile to make up for the flinch. "Yeah, I'm fine. No broken bones..." I added a fake laugh at the end, which I soon mentally kicked myself for. How stupid and corny could I get. I blushed to myself and turned my head out the window, wishing that the sharp turn had killed me. Sometimes, I really wish you could die from embarrassment.

I was shocked when I heard an angelic laugh next to me. I snapped my head to see Edward chuckling under his breath. I smiled to myself and blushed, my heart beating in my ear.

"You really aren't like most girls are you?" He asked.

I shrugged. "I guess you could say that."

He looked at me again, his looking everywhere else but from the road. "Why were in my hotel room anyways?" He asked.

I blushed, knowing this question was coming sooner or later. "I was suppose to interview for an article for my college newspaper." I blushed, realizing how bad it must have made me look, to see a young girl alone with a vampire.

He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at me again. "Interview?" He asked.

I nodded. "My advisor told me that he made an interview with you. He said that you don't usually do student interviews but you'd make an exception if he sent a really pretty girl, well he didn't really have much to choose from and Jessica would probably scream your ear off, so he chose me." I said it all really fast and really low, making sure to add the part about me being the last resort.

He looked confused. "I don't do college interviews, even for a pretty girl"

My breath caught in my throat, I wasn't sure if it was a compliment towards me or not but I took it as one, anyways. I bit my lip as the rest of his words sunk in, he didn't do college interviews. He didn't know about the interview. I looked back up at him, confused.

"You didn't get the message about me coming over? That one guy," I felt guilty for not remembering his name. "Said that you were waiting for me."

Edward banged his head on the back of the chair. I sat in silence, staring at him. He ran his hand through his hair and groaned. "You walked into a hotel room with some random guy, not even a guy! A vampire." He didn't make it a question but I answered anyways.

"Yeah..." I bit my lip.

He looked at me. "And you don't see anything wrong with that?" He asked, his hands fell back on the steering wheel.

"Well I do now." I said really hoping that he would look at the road soon.

Edward didn't take his eyes off of me. "And even after all that happened to you at the hotel, you're sitting in the car with another vampire."

I looked up at him and nodded.

"And I don't scare you?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Not really."

He frowned. "Do you have any common sense?" I shook my head. He tightened his lips and ran his hands through his bronze hair.

We sat in silence. I felt awkward sitting next to a vampire alone...in a car. I looked outside, it was getting dark and I had classes in the morning. Though I had no idea how I was suppose to explain why I didn't have my story to the editor tomorrow. I grimaced.

He finally pulled into the school's campus. I pointed to a set of dorms about a block away from the main campus. He dropped me off at the main entrance. I got out when realization hit me. I banged my head on my hand and quickly opened the door before he could drive off.

"I left my purse in your hotel room and my car is still in the parking lot." I said rapidly.

He gave me a weird look and lifted an eyebrow. "You wait till now to tell me this?" I nodded, feeling really embarrassed. "Alright, it'll be here in the morning." He said, I was about to close the door when something else came to my mind.

"Oh and Edward." He looked up at me. "Thanks, you know for saving me and giving me a ride home, I may not have gone into shock, but I don't know what I would have done without you."

I smiled and bravely, I mean bravely, totally uncharacteristic of me, leaned into the car and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I blushed when I realized what I had done and scurried out of the car to head to my dorm room. I could hear the Volvo roar into life and skid out of the parking lot. I smiled to myself as I skipped up the steps to my room. I felt light as a feather, but was as clumsy as a sea monkey.

When I finally made it to my room, I was hyperventilating about what I had done. I had just kissed Edward Massen, I kissed him, even if it was on the cheek I still kissed him. I banged my head on the door to my dorm, mentally kicking myself for growing a back bone. He was probably on his way to the police to file a restraining order on me. I groaned and went to reach for my purse when I realized that I didn't have it with me. I groaned louder and steeped to the floor, my roommate was away for the week due to family troubles. I was locked outside of my dorm.

I looked down the hall, trying to think of somewhere I could stay for the night, no place came to mind. I banged my balled fists on my knees when I noticed I was still wearing Edward's jacket. I blushed to myself and lifted it to my nose again, breathing it in. I felt like a love sick girlfriend, the kind that is over possessive and usually spends hours at a time talking about her boyfriend when no one cares.

I groaned to myself as I lifted myself off the floor and headed to the rec room.

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I woke up to someone jabbing me, I groaned and swatted them away with my hand. They started to bang on the wall above my head, I pulled Edward's jacket, which was acting as my blanket at the time over my head. I finally gave up and rolled over to come face to leg that belonged to Jacob Black.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty." He said, squatting down so now I came face to knees. That's what I get for being best friends with a six foot seven werewolf. "Lock yourself out of your dorm again?"

"What time is it?" I asked, snuggling into Edward's jacket.

"Noon." His voice was monotone.

I threw my Edward's jacket over my head and screamed "What?!" At the top of my lungs. Jacob smiled and pointed to his digital watch, the numbers read out 12:01. I groaned and pulled myself off the floor, brushing my fingers through my hair. I had to get half way across the campus in twenty-nine minutes.

Jacob started walking next to me, his long legs keeping up with my pace easily. "You look terrible."

"I know." I mumbled. I hated his honesty sometimes.

I started to go down the stairs, I grabbed onto the rail, years of falling down (and up) the stairs has told me to keep a strong grip on the railing. Jacob had no trouble keeping up with me, I was half way down the hall when he said something again.

"When did you get that jacket?" He grabbed it making me stop. I looked at him and blushed.

"Edward Massen gave it to me." I mumbled and walked into the rec room, it was the only way to get to the front door. I looked at Jake afraid of what his reaction might be, by nature werewolves hate vampires,I have no idea why, they both seem equally intermediating to me.

He stopped. "Edward Massen?!" He practically screamed at me. People turned to look at us, I smiled at them and glared at Jake.

"Shut up Jake." I said angrily under my breath. "I'll tell you in the car." That's if I had a car, I still hadn't forgotten that I left my purse and truck at Edward's hotel.

Jake reluctantly followed me out of the front door and sure enough my car was parked not two spaces away from the door. I smiled to myself, blushing. The wind hit me like ice, I growled and pulled Edward's hoodie's hood over my head. I hated Washington sometimes, it was raining again, I was sure that the rain would turn to ice soon, I could smell it.

My truck was old and torn apart. The paint was chipping and the left review mirror was shattered, but I still loved it. Charlie, my dad, bought it off of Jacob's dad when I was seventeen. I've had it for two years and it still runs, not very well I might add, but it gets me from point A to point B in mostly one piece.

My purse was in the front seat of my unlock car. I wasn't sure if that was a good place to leave a purse, especially in a school parking lot, but everything was where I left it, though the wallet didn't have any money in it, not that it had money before I went there anyways. Jake sat in the front seat as I moved my purse to the space between us. He closed the door and buckled up though he didn't like it, he could live through a car wreck, I couldn't, but he buckled up anyway to humor me.

"So tell me about Edward Massen?" He demanded it before I was even buckled. I rolled my eyes and set my truck into reverse. It was tradition that Jake and I drive to class together in my car, he wasn't a reporter, he was a photographer, but we still had class together.

"Nothing much. He didn't do student interviews." I mumbled, it was the truth.

"Than how did you get his jacket." He grabbed Edward's jacket between his long fingers.

"He gave it to me." I answered. Jake rolled his eyes, I knew he wasn't finished with the topic so I changed it before he could say anything.

"How are the bikes coming along?" I asked, knowing that it would change the topic easily. He was restoring two bikes that he bought at the junk yard, he promised that I could have one.

He shrugged. "Good I guess."

We talked the rest of the trip about bikes, it kept him entertained and saved me from having to explain what happened last night. We finally arrived to the journalism building when I saw it, my heart skipped a beat and my mind ran twenty thousand miles per hour. There was a silver Volvo parked in front of the journalism building, the same one that Edward Massen drove me home in last night. I banged my head on the steering wheel, cursing my bad luck.

End Chapter.

A/N: I still don't know if I like it yet. I just know that I write way too much. Anyways, if you love, review! If not than fine than, I don't' like you either. :P Anyways, new update on Milk of Regret. Check it out if you like really good writing but really depressing plot. And thanks for all the reviews guys, I got a butt load. That's why I updated so fast, that and because I got bored and Milk of Regret was making me sad again.

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