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Gods & Monsters

"What is your favorite color?"

The two were playing twenty questions. A very popular game used to break the ice in very tense situations, when one does not know what move to make.

"It's green," answered Bella, truthfully. Edward turned and grinned at her. He thinks it's because of his very vibrant pair of greens. "It's not because of your eyes, you know. I liked green before I met you."

Edward began to laugh, and it made Bella need to adjust herself in the seat. "I never thought it was because of my eyes Izzy. I just thought it was a coincidence." With that, he turned back to the steering wheel and kept a close look at the road ahead of them.

Bella watched him carefully from her seat beside him. Edward knew exactly where Bella lived and made no attempt to hide it from her. He could have at least pretended not to know where she was living, but obviously everyone knew where the Chief lived.

Bella began to think of a question to ask Edward. "Who gave you this sweatshirt?" She looked down at it and hoped he wouldn't ask for it back now that they were alone.

Edward peered at her. "My mother did. She has great expectations for me and my siblings. Alice has no hope for college because she plans on making a name for herself in fashion. Emmett...well Emmett plans to do go wherever Rose goes so there's no hope for him either. My mother believes that I will probably be her only son that she can dote on for going to college. My father wants me to go to Dartmouth and then go to Oxford for the med programs."

Bella watched him. There was an entire story behind this sweatshirt, an entire future. Edward pulled into her driveway and put the car in park. Neither made a move to get out. "Edward…" whispered Bella. "Are you sure that you don't want your sweatshirt back? I could wash it today and give it back to you tomorrow. I promise it won't get ruined."

Bella turned in her seat so her body was facing him. Edward turned around also and leaned his forehead carefully on hers. "Bella. Accept the sweatshirt as yours please, before you break my heart." Bella closed her eyes, bit her lip and said nothing. What could she say? This boy was practically begging her to keep his sweatshirt. Why did she still feel guilty?

"Yeah, fine, I'll keep your sweatshirt Edward." Bella opened her eyes slowly and saw that Edward was staring hard at her lips. Bella squirmed in her seat, feeling her panties get wet. Bella tipped her head. She could feel his breath on her lips and it was making her anxious.

Edward looked up into her eyes and asked a question: Can I kiss you? Bella answered by closing the distance between them. His lips were soft and cool. Edward pulled Bella over the console and set her down in his lap. The air surrounding them was thick with sexual tension. Edward groaned when Bella moved her hips against his and felt his prominent erection. Bella pulled back to take in an unsteady breath. Her lips were red and swollen, as were Edward's. Bella rested her head on Edward's shoulder and took in another deep breath of him. Edward was as still as a statue. And then he moved. He moved to open the door but made no move to get out. Bella took that as her cue to get out of the car. She walked towards the door of her home and never looked back. Edward still made no move to get out of the car.

Bella made it to her door, where she opened the door and stepped inside without locking it. Is he going to come after me? she thought. She heard a car door close outside and she knew it in her heart that Edward wasn't going to come after her. She sighed and dumped her bag on the couch. She laid on the floor and heard nothing.

Then there was a knock at the door. Bella's entire body tensed and she stood up slowly. She opened the door and saw Edward on the other side of it.

"Izzy, I am so sorry!" Edward's face was flushed and his lips were still bruised. Bella raised her hand slowly to her own lips feeling them swollen.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked opening the door a little bit wider. Edward closed his eyes and nodded. Bella moved from the entrance and allowed for him to step in. Bella motioned for the couch and Edward gracefully sat on it.

"Bella. I am sorry. I'm not sorry about kissing you. God. I could never be sorry for kissing you, I'm just sorry for moving things to fast. I probably scared you off." Edward grabbed at Bella's hands frantically and pulled her towards them until their knees were touching.

Bella said nothing. What could she say? She was behaving like a whore, no wonder Jessica pulled that stunt during lunch. Everyone at school probably believed that Bella had become Edward's whore, that was the only reason realistic enough for Bella to be sitting with the Cullens and Hales on her first day of school.

"Edward do you regret allowing me to sit with you during lunch?"

"Izzy." Edward wrapped his arms around Bella and sat her on his lap, not bothering to remove his arms from her. "I will never regret letting you sit with us...with me."

Bella took in a shuddering breath and rested her head on the crook of his neck. She was becoming someone completely different for this boy. She would have never done any of the things she had done today. Never in a million years had she believed that she would make out with a guy she had just met and who so graciously gave her a ride home. She was becoming Izzy. Who is Izzy exactly?

***G&M***

Charlie burst through the door. It had been a few hours since Edward left and Bella had begun working on dinner for her father and herself.

"Bells are you alright?" asked the Chief as he unbuckled his belt and hanged it up by the door with his gun strapped inside it.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't I be alright?" Bella bit her lip and prayed that her father hadn't been told about the lunch fiasco that had occurred earlier.

"Uh...well someone at the station told me about what happened between you and that Stanley girl." Bella groaned quietly. Of course he knew about what happened; the guys at the station were complete gossips. "Why didn't you call me after it happened?" Charlie had come to stand in front of Bella stopping her from distracting herself with her cooking. "Bells?"

Bella put down the knife she had in her hand and looked at her tired father. "I didn't want to bother you. Plus, I took care of it." She smirked at her father and felt a sense of pride emanating from him.

"By 'took care of it' do you mean getting even?" Charlie's mustache was twitching; he was trying so very hard not to smile and praise his daughter for her doings.

"More than get even Dad." Bella grinned at her father. Charlie finally gave in.

"Bella did you punch her like the guys said?"

Bella shook her head. "I slapped the bitch out of her."

Charlie couldn't contain his laughter any longer. His daughter was amazing and she had every right to know. His booming laugh shook the whole house and made Bella feel happy. His grin was so wide when he hugged Bella. "You are amazing Bells!" Bella grinned at her father's enthusiasm at her slapping a girl from school on her first day of school at Forks.

Charlie kissed his daughter on her cheek, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and made his way to the living room to watch whatever sports were currently on T.V. Bella finished up dinner and felt her phone vibrate in her new sweatshirt. Bella was awed that Charlie hadn't commented on it. She pulled out her phone and saw she had a new text from...Edward!

I miss you Izzy -E

Bella looked at the screen of her phone. Edward missed her? Bella's stomach was filled with fluttering butterflies. She set down Charlie's plate on the coffee table in front of the T.V. and kissed her father's cheek.

"I'm going to my room. Shout if you need anything." Charlie nodded, not paying any mind to his daughter and completely enthralled with his sports. Bella made her way up the stairs and into her room. She threw herself on the bed and pulled out her phone, still not believing that Edward Cullen had just texted her telling her he missed her. She read the message again. He called her Izzy.

Bella had noticed throughout the day that Edward had hopped around when it came to calling her name. Sometimes he calls her Bella and sometimes he calls her Izzy. How did Edward prefer? This girl who is mousy and a Plain Jane, or the girl who stood up for herself for the first time ever in a school cafeteria?

Izzy? You miss Izzy not Bella? -B

She sighed after she sent the message. She was so stupid, she was going to ruin what she had with Edward. She was going to put out the tiny spark flowing between them, all because of on stupid question she asked the boy who had done a surprising act of kindness for her. Her phone vibrated under her. Bella pulled it out and opened the message.

I miss you as a whole, baby -E

Baby? Bella swore she was blushing down to her bones. What was Edward doing with her? Was he just using her as his new play toy or was he being sincere? Bella closed her phone and got ready for bed. Laying down on her bed her mind began to race. All she could think about was the conversation she and Edward had had in her living room. About the impromptu kiss they had shared in the car.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" muttered Bella into the darkness that seemed infinite. Bella pulled the covers over her and closed her eyes.

***G&M***

There was a knock at her door.

"Bells! Are you decent?" The door cracked open and Charlie was peering through it. Bella sat on her bed putting her hair into an intricate twist. Charlie plopped down on the bed beside her when she finished. "Do you think you're going to be okay at school today?"

Bella looked at her father and saw the worry lines creasing his forehead. She rubbed her thumb into them. Charlie smiled. Bella always rubbed his forehead when it was creased; ever since she was a little girl. "I'll be fine Daddy." She laid her head on his lap and grinned up at him. He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"I'm really glad you came back darling."

***G&M***

Everyone was quiet when Bella walked through the front doors of the school. Her heart was beginning to race. Everyone kept their eyes locked on her, as if waiting for her to break down crying. Bella was not going to give them that satisfaction. Fuck off she wanted to scream; but she couldn't. The students would think she had a mental breakdown from the fiasco.

Bella made it to her locker and pretended people weren't whispering about her. She pulled out her AP Environmental Science textbook and pulled out her Psychology textbook from her book bag and stuffed it on the top shelf.

She closed the locker and walked toward her first period. Her heart began to flutter again but this time it was different. She was anxious to see Edward. To make all the gossiping students disappear. Bella walked in through the door, her eyes furiously searching for a pair of vibrant, emerald eyes. None were found. Bella's heart dropped down to her stomach.

Edward wasn't here.

Bella sighed but walked towards her table and sat in her seat; trying not to let the absence beside her distract her.

Bella glanced at the door every time she heard footsteps outside it but the person she wanted never came in. Bella's hear sank even lower when she didn't see Edward in the hallways...or any of the other Cullens or Hales. She scared them off. Of course Bella had scared the amazing people of this school off. They're probably never going to want to have anything to do with her again.

***G&M***

The final bell rang. The second day of school had ended and everything seemed to be going downhill for her. Her phone vibrated in her Dartmouth sweatshirt. She didn't bother with it. It was probably Charlie checking up on her.

Bella hoisted her bag higher on her shoulders and walked out the front doors where she was shoved to the ground. Bella fell on her hands and knees and craned her neck to see who had shoved her: Jessica Stanley.

"You think you can get away with slapping me bitch?" Jessica grabbed Bella's forearms and dug her nails into her arm. Jessica broke the skin and rivulets of blood ran down Bella's arms.

"What the hell Jessica?" Bella pushed Jessica off of her and threw her bag on the ground. "You think I'm going to let you attack me? Because I'm not Jessica! You deserved that bitch slap I gave you and you deserve more and if you want I can give it to you right now in front of everyone!"

Jessica gaped at Bella. Jessica had believed she was going to be able to take Bella on without a hitch...now she was beginning to rethink her situation. She looked around and saw that their entire senior class was outside, waiting for Jessica to take on Bella and see if she could redeem herself from yesterday's fiasco.

Jessica threw herself at Bella and tugged at her hair pulling it out of the twist she had it in. She punched Bella in the jaw throwing her to the ground. Jessica's hand was throbbing with pain but she didn't say felt tears well up in her eyes but she blinked them back while spitting blood on the dry concrete.

Bella stood up and glanced at the sky. It would rain soon. Bella threw a punch at Jessica's face and her punch rang true. Bella could feel the crunch of Jessica's nose breaking under her fingers. Bella stepped back. Blood was dripping from her knuckles. She wiped it on her jeans.

"Hey! What's going on here?!" Someone was breaking through the crowd. A teacher.

Bella grabbed her bag and ran towards the street without looking back. She hurt Jessica and she would probably get suspended or worse, expelled. The rain began to pelt on Bella. She pulled her hood up and tightened it.

Bella began to think about what she had done. She wasn't behaving like herself. She was behaving like Izzy. She was becoming a monster. Edward had created pretty Izzy out of good, out of beauty. Bella was tainting it by twisting it into something dark.

"I'm a monster," she whispered into the pelting rain. She spat more blood on the washed out concrete and continued on her way home.