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The Lunchroom Diaries

Chapter 2: Figure it Out

Another day at school, another attempt at eating my lunch without disaster. My stare moved from face to face around the cafeteria. I immediately noticed the jocks and their always rowdy temperament. The cheerleaders were placed at their sides as if they came with the letterman jacket, a bonus accessory if you will. I wondered if with a normal student's cheerleading tryout they had to include a paragraph about how they enjoy candlelit dinners and late night walks on the beach, or if you were paired up with each football player according to where you were on the pyramid. I rolled my eyes at the thought. As I already should have known, Edward was studying me from across the table, trying to decipher my disgust.

"I know that look," I informed him.

"You do?" he asked with a smile.

"Sure I do. That's your 'Damn, why can't I read her mind?' look," I said as I popped a chocolate kiss in my mouth.

"Heh…"

"You know it's true. You're just jealous that I've got you pretty much figured out." He didn't need to know that the statement I had just made wasn't entirely true. It just seemed like I had the foreground here, and I intended to take advantage of it.

"Then figure this out," he said as he wiped any form of expression from his face and stared directly at me. Gosh, I hated it when he did this. I hated it because I loved it so much. I was silent as I tried to resist surrendering.

"…You love me." The End. That had to work, right? He kept staring and I thought I was going to die. So much for getting through lunch disaster-free! Wait… maybe I could manipulate this. It was worth a shot.

"So, you don't love me?" I asked in distress. The distress was something I didn't have to fake. I was desperate to win this time, and I was already down by a million points.

He flinched at my assumption. Yes! Contact! I was getting to him!

"…Edward?" I whispered. I could see him clench his jaws tightly together. He still didn't say a thing. Crap, I was losing!

I looked away from him. I didn't know what else to do. I didn't want to admit defeat. Not again, anyway.

"Bella." Wait, was that Edward? He said something? I shot my eyes at him to see if he actually did say something or if it was just my imagination. Hmm… he looked exactly the same as he did before I looked away.

"Did you… did you say something, Edward?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, I did." A-ha! I won! I started celebrating to myself.

"Well, what is it then?" I prompted him. I was determined to get his surrender over with.

"You have no idea what I'm thinking, do you?" Damn… premature party. I fell silent and looked down to my hands in my lap.

"I'm thinking that maybe you don't love me," I lied. I already committed to that idea, so I couldn't stop now. Not even with how ridiculous it sounded now.

"You and I both know that that's entirely untrue," he stated.

I growled in my mind. Why was he so good at this? Stupid vampire.

"Then what is it?" I demanded, my frustration becoming more and more obvious.

He smiled his flawless smile.

"I win." Bella, zero. Edward, three-hundred million. Maybe tomorrow.

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A/N: Haha! I'm having more fun with this than I thought I would! I'd still love to hear your suggestions! Much love!