Bella's scarlet face turned a pale white shade, as she walked to school... alone. There street was barren and bare, except for her and the occasional rustling leaf. The dark clouded sky, crew heavy with wet grey clouds, casting a dark dreary shade across the road. Bella turned, looking down the deserted road, nothing. There was usual a load of cars busily passing by, but today there was none, not even a bike. Something wasn't right. Of course something wasn't right, something was always wrong. She tucked a single strand of her hair behind her right ear, and sped up, her eyes rocking side to side with nerves. Bella's Dad had put her in a bad enough mood, she didn't need this. Whatever 'this' was. They had argued over something, which seemed pettish and unimportant as she thought back to it, things had been rocky since the whole Forks murder thing... since Edward. Bella had walked speedily for about five consecutive minutes and every step cut like a knife, her nerves had reached their climax and she began to run, not even thinking to glance behind her, to the nothingness of the road.
Something stirred in the air as she ran, the wind impacting against her body, slowing down her run to a simple worried jog. Edward ran towards her from the opposite direction, his eyes glowing a radiant jungle green colour. As his cold pale skin touched her she screamed loudly, jumping backwards.
'Bella?'
'Edward I-I thought someone was following me,' she easily admitted 'they were!'
'They were or you thought they were?' He slowly asked. Running his fingers across the palm of her left hand.
'Err. I-I dunno.'
'Look, it's alright. I'm here,' Edward said comfortingly 'I'm here.' Bella wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly, letting out a small unmistakable sigh escape from her chapped lips. 'Where's your car?'
'Long story,' Bella said, unwrapping her arms from around him. From the side of the road, inside the dark foliage, some heavy red malice eyes peeked enviously through the holes and crusty black branches...
Edward walked slowly, his pallid hand in Bella's cold hand. He smiled imperceptibly at her, as if trying to act happy when he was really not. She copied him and put a fake authentic smile upon her frozen face. 'So,' Bella said unenthusiastically.
'So what?'
'How'd you find me?' She asked intriguingly. 'Were you following me?
'No, of course not,' he said. 'I just knew.'
'You just knew where I was?'
'Yeah.' She knew it was hopeless quarrelling with him; she couldn't get the "truth" out of him. She thought he was lying, but she didn't want any more arguments again.