Chapter Two.

I was a bit confused going home that afternoon. I tried to complete my homework without getting side-tracked, but failed, now I have un-finished english, bio and math homework. The joy that would be tomorrow. I sighed, climbing in my bed and shutting my eyes.. trying to fall asleep. In my imagination, I heard the window open, like Edward was here. I sighed lovingly, maybe I was further in unconsiousness than I thought.

Then, I smelt him, his beautiful scent overwhelming my nose. I cuddled into the blankets, enjoying where my dreams were taking me. It actually began to feel like he was crawling into bed with me and snaking his arm around my shoulders. That's when I felt his hand and my eyes shot open, "Edward!" I whispered loudly.

His topaz eyes were wider than even, he stiffened and took a long breath, than with his husky voice he replied, "Yes, love, I'm here," he continued to pull me in closer to him, pressing his lips to my forehead. I felt my self slipping further again, the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep, but I forced my eyes to stay open, "Sleep, Bella," he whispered, gently stroking my face with his hand.

"No," I replied, my voice feeling very un-appealing, being spoken directly after his velvet one, "I thought you weren't coming back until tomorrow, what happened?"

He rolled his eyes at the fear that was bearing from my voice, "Bella, honestly," he muttered, shaking his head and yanking his hand away from my face, "Must you always be so negative?" he asked me seriously.

I frowned, but didn't reply, I found an un-settling feeling in the pit of my stomache. Plus, If I spoke, it'd probably sound jibberish and aweful because of the lack of sleep I had just got.

He didn't reply immediatly, but when he sensed that I wasn't going to be answering, he frowned, "Nothing happened," he answered my question, "Nothing negative. I just missed you, is that such a hard thing to believe?" he asked me.

I merely nodded, which made him smile, so.. instinctivly, I smiled.

"You're beautiful," I whispered under my breath, tracing his jaw line with my fingers and watching his eyes slide shut, "What could you possibly want with me?" I asked quietly, my fingers still grazing his gorgeous bone structure.

He scoffed, "You're more beautiful than anybody i've ever laid eyes on."

I rolled my eyes, yet the butterflies flew around in my stomache, "That's a lie," I muttered bitterly, refusing to believe the words he had spoken.

His eyes flew open, even though my hands were still on his cold face, he glared, "Would I ever lie to you, Bella?"

I shook my head, "But-."

He pressed his chilly finger to my lips, silencing me, "Sh, end of discussion," he whispered. But his face went still and his grasp around my tightened, making me unsure of his response.

I sat in slience, waiting for him to tell me what was up, I assumed he was hearing somebody's thoughts. It took a few minutes, but finally, he looked at me. His beaming eyes cold and dark. I frowned, arching away from him, he actually looked frightening. He looked as if he was going to start screaming in my face, which I knew wouldn't happen, it just startled me.

"I'm sorry," He breathed, shaking his head and rubbing his forehead with his free palm, he looked away, "Don't be afraid, Bella, I won't hurt you," he gritted his teeth, feeling like a bastard for making me fear him.

I gently touched his forearm, "I'm not afraid that you'll hurt me," I said in barely a whisper, "I'd never be."

My reassurance didn't make him feel any better, for he didn't look me in the eyes, "You look scared, you don't have to lie to me Bella, I understand."

"I'm scared that you're angry with me," I defended myself quickly.

He finally turned to make eye contact and I nearly melted, "What?" he asked.

I nodded, "I thought you were hearing something Charlie was thinking and you didn't like it- I'm not scared of you Edward," I repeated shamelessly, gripping onto him like he was going to leave, which is what I was thinking.

He smiled a little, "Okay," he sighed, "Go to sleep now," he told me, brushing the bangs out of my eyes and leaning down to kiss each of my eyelids, "You're starting to look like a Cullen," he snickered.

I scoffed, curling up into him, "I wish."

He laughed quietly.