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Last time,
I add on, "Except for following me back to my room. You know I know you better than anyone except your mom."
Now,
I go to my room, repeating our conversation, glad that Edward couldn't read my mind (A/N- Got what I did here?). Hell freak, did I just call him Ed? Why did I have to call him Ed? Why? I only called him Ed when we were dating. I didn't even call him Ed when we fought back those days…he'll think that I still love him. That I do but admitting it? Not possible.
Look at the nerve of him coming back here after what happened 5 years ago. It was a misunderstanding? Misunderstanding, my foot! If it were one, he should have explained it to me 5 years ago.
He knew that I loved him. Hell, he cheated me on when I thought he was going to propose me, ask me to marry him. Then why did he have to do that to me. Guess it was my fault… Too many expectations always led to a downfall, right? A knock on the door broke me out of my revere. It's him. I shout," What do u want Ed!" . Jeez I should learn to stop calling him Ed. He sounds scared, was the only thing I could think when I heard him speak. " Um… I wanted to ask if u would like something to eat. I'm famished. But if it's a bad time, I'll come back later."
Oh no, now I have scared the poor boy who scared me to hell 5 years ago. (Note the sarcasm). " There is something edible in the refrigerator. Eat it if you want to" I say and pause and then continue, "if u don't mind, could you lay down something for me to eat too?."
I was famished too but felt guilty asking him to make dinner, but..He was free and I am not. I need time to think about this..About us. "Ofc, I'll make something for you to eat, don't worry," came his standard reply of whenever I asked him to make something for me to eat.
I think about what made him come there for about an hour. When I couldn't come up with any reason except for him hurting me, I pick up my phone and called my best friend, Emmett or Em for short.
After 2 rings, he picked up the phone. " Hey, Isi. How are you? What u doin'?" came his standard conversation beginner. I reply in a monotonous tone, " Well, I could say that I am fine. But I am not fine." I could imagine his sudden change of the other side of the phone.
He sounded tense when he replied, " What happened now, Isi? Your life is more complicated than the most difficult trigonometry sum." I sigh, realizing that it was going to be a very long phone call.
A/N- Here's the second chapter for all those who liked the first chapter. Sorry for the small chapters. Next chapter will be bigger, I suppose. Reviews are appreciated. Any guesses to what happened 5 years ago? Next update after 3 reviews.