Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters in it.
I was relieved once I was finally home and alone, where no one would be constantly staring at me.
Edward seems like a nice guy, now that I've actually talked to him. But he seemed like he was a bit on edge or something, he was acting a little strange-especially with the staring. But he also seemed to be a little upset or frustrated about something. He didn't even say goodbye when he left. As soon as the bell rang, he jetted out of class, moving so fast it was like he was a blur.
I wondered if it was something I did or might have said that made him so anxious to leave.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was currently in my room, lying down on my bed, thinking. But I was tired of thinking now and the silence was driving me nuts. So I got up and headed downstairs to the kitchen to find something for dinner.
My mother, Anna, was at work. She works at the little store a few blocks away from our house, from about 8:30 A.M, to 11 P.M during the week. So I'm pretty much home alone most of the time but I don't mind.
I ate a bowl of soup for dinner, then washed the dishes and went to the living room to watch some T.V. About ten minutes later, while I was flipping through the channels and finding nothing to watch, I decided I would call Mason. But just as I reached for the phone, my cell vibrated on the table.
I had a text for Mason.
Hey, babe. What are you doing?
I wrote back. Hey. Nothing, I was just about to call you. What about you?
I hit the send button and waited for him to reply, which took him like ten minutes and all he answered me with was, 'nothing' and I started to wonder what he was really doing.
I closed the message and dialed his phone number. It rang about six times before he finally answered me.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hey, it's me!" I said, smiling into the phone.
"Oh, hey, babe. What's up?" He asked, he seemed nervous, or distracted by something.
"Nothing much. You?"
"Um...Can I call you later? 'Cause I'm sort of in the middle of something right now." He said. I heard someone laugh in the background-it sounded like a girl-then he hushed them and it was quiet again.
"Um, yeah, sure." I said, disappointed.
"'Kay, bye." The line went dead before I could even reply.
Was he really cheating on me? Is that why he hasn't been around lately? And is that why he was in such a rush to get off the phone with me?
No, he wouldn't do that to me...would he?
I shook the thought from my mind as I went upstairs to take a warm shower, to relax me. It was around 7 o'clock when I finished, so I put my pajamas on-a black spaghetti strap tank top and a pink pair of pajama bottoms-and went back downstairs to watch a movie. I ended up falling asleep half way through it and woke up around 9:30 P.M, just in time to see the ending credits. I tiredly turned to T.V off and went upstairs to bed.
My first class was French and I was in a way hoping that Edward would be there, but he wasn't. In fact, he wasn't there all day. I looked for him at lunch but he was no where. His sister, Alice was there but not him.
Was he skipping school? Avoiding me because of something I said? Or was he really just sick?
The days past and he still didn't show. Then Friday morning after gym, I walked into English and there he was. He was sitting in his seat next to mine and looked up when I entered the room. I looked away as I made my way to my desk and sat down next to him.
"Hi." He said in a low, serious voice few seconds later and when I looked over at him, he had a small crooked smile on his face, and his eyes were an even lighter gold than the last time I saw him.
I smiled back. "Hey." I said quietly.
"How are you?" He asked, attempting to make conversation.
"I'm fine. You?"
"Fine." He said.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked.
"Um, what do you mean?" He asked, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
"You haven't been in school since Monday...Weren't you sick?" I asked, curious to why he didn't even know what I was talking about. Maybe he really was just ditching school.
"Oh, right, that. Um...Yeah, I'm feeling much better, I guess..." He looked away from me.
I nodded. He's lying, I can tell just by the way he's acting. He wasn't sick. It must have been something else.
The final bell rang then and everyone settled in their seats.
"Open your books and start reading." Mrs. Copper said. But I had forgotten mine at home, so I took out my notebook, flipped it to a blank page and started doodling.
I looked in the corner of my eye a few minutes later and seen Edward staring at me.
He seemed to be...concentrated...on me?
"Aren't we suppose to be reading, not drawing?" He whispered. I looked over at him, to see that he was smiling crookedly. Why was he asking me this? It's not like he's reading a book.
"Um, yeah, but I forgot my book at home." I whispered back. He nodded. "Where's yours?" I asked.
He shrugged. "I don't have one."
"Oh." I whispered. He stared at me and I stared back. He seemed to be searching my face for something. But what?
I looked away, feeling a bit awkward for staring at him for so long but he didn't look away. Not even when the teacher was talking about the essay that was due next Thursday. Then, finally, I looked in the corner of my eye once more and notice that he had finally looked away.
After Mrs. Copper finished talking and said we could have the rest of the class to do whatever we wanted, I started doodling again and suddenly felt a pair of eyes on me, yet again. What was so interesting about my face? Was there something on it? Did I look that bad today?
I looked over at him. He didn't say anything. Just stared. I was really starting to feel very self-conscious and a bit annoyed.
"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked quietly.
He shrugged. "No reason." There must have been some reason.
"Well, are you sure? Is there something wrong with me? Is there anything on my face? Do I-"
"Jade." He said softly, interrupting me and I couldn't help but notice the way it suddenly gave me butterflies. I loved it. "There's nothing there and there's nothing wrong with how you look."
"Oh, okay." I felt my cheeks heat up. I felt dumb for rambling on.
He chuckled.
When class finished he walked me to my locker, then left. I didn't see him in the cafeteria, I didn't see him anywhere, until I was in the hallway walking around by myself . He was standing at his locker with his sister, Alice.
Mason walked up beside me as I was passing him. I haven't talked or seen him in almost a week. It was almost like he was avoiding me.
"Hey, babe." He said, pecking me on the cheek. We haven't even kissed in awhile.
"Hey." I said, smiling small.
"Where are you headed?"
"Nowhere. Why?" I asked, curiously.
He smiled at me-well it was more of a smirk than a smile-and leaned down close to my ear, whispering, "I wanna show you something." My eyebrows scrunched in confusion and curiosity, but he gave me no time to reply as he grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall.
I felt a pair of eyes watching us and looked behind, locking eyes with Edward.
Mason pulled me into some open door-I think it was a closet-when no one was looking and shut the door behind us, then pushed me against the wall and kissed me with full force.
"What are you doing?" I asked, breaking away.
"Having some fun." He smiled deviously and leaned in for another kiss.
Then it suddenly hit me. This is what he meant by, "I want to show you something."
"Mason, stop." I pushed him away, unsuccessfully.
"Come on," He said, in between kisses on my neck. "It'll be fun."
"No, st-" He cut me off by kissing my lips. My heart was pounding. Why wouldn't he listen to me?
He undid one of the buttons on my shirt and I pushed him away as hard as I could.
"What is wrong with you?" I some-what shouted.
"Oh, come on, Jade. Don't you want to do it with me?" He asked, trying to kiss me again.
"No! I told you, I'm not ready to do this." I pushed him away. "Now stop!"
He sighed in frustration and anger. "Fine." He said and left, leaving me stand there by myself.
I buttoned my shirt back up and walked back into the hallway where everyone was. I slid down my locker door and sat on the floor, pulling me knees up to my chest and buried my face in my folded arms.
I cried because I was so angry. Why did he have to do that? Is that all he really wants me for? Why did he have to be so stubborn about it? Why couldn't he just stop the first time I asked him to? And why didn't he stay with me? That would have been the right thing to do but no, he was just too mad because I wouldn't give it to him.
A cold hand touched my shoulder, startling me a bit and breaking me out of my thoughts.
"Are you okay?" A soft, velvety voice asked. I looked up to see Edward crouched down in front of me, looking worried.
I wiped a few stray tears from my cheeks. "Yeah, I'm fine."
"You don't look like you are." He noted, softly.
"I am." I said, nodding but my voice and a few tears that were sliding down my cheeks gave me away. He looked at me in disbelief and hesitantly pulled me into a hug.
I shivered a bit from his touch. He was so cold. But that wasn't the only reason why I shivered-a wave of electricity past through me, the minute our skin touched. I thought nothing of though because I didn't want to think about that right now.
The worst part, though, was that he noticed and instantly let me go. I stared at him, feeling a bit insulted. Why did he pull away just because I shivered? Did he feel what I felt?
He stared back at me, his expression turning to regret and I wondered what my face looked like. "I'm sorry." He said.
I looked away, leaning my head against the lockers, whispering, "It's fine."
He hesitantly reached over and touched my cheek, wiping away a tear and I felt a pulse of electricity pass through me again. I watched him. He looked sad and I couldn't understand why.
He stared at me for a few more minutes and I stared back. Then he hesitantly put his arm around me again and pulled me closer. I leaned into him, resting my head on his shoulder as silent tears fell from my eyes.
We sat there like that, until the bell rang and I sighed as we stood up.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
I sighed again. "I don't want to go."
He smiled crookedly. "Skip with me then."
I contemplated that thought, then nodded, giving in.
Once outside, he walked me to his car and opened the door for me. I smiled up at him as I got inside, then before I even had time to look, he was already in the car beside me, starting the car. I looked at him curiously. How did he get in here so fast? I barely even heard him.
"Where are we going?" I asked as we drove out of the school parking lot.
"I'm gonna drop you off at home." He said, simply.
"What? Why? You can't just leave me, I skip class for you and now you're leaving me!" I sort of shouted. What got me the most, was why I cared so much if he did leave me. And why did I say I skipped class for him? Did I really?
"Calm down, Jade. I'll stay with you if you really want me to." He said, a small crooked smile appearing on his face as he looked over at me.
Oh, how I love that smile-wait, what am I saying? I have a boyfriend. I shouldn't be thinking about other guys!
All I could do was nod. I didn't know what to say. I was blinded by his beauty and my heart was racing, and I'm pretty sure he could some how hear it, too because his smile widened.
But how could he possibly hear that?
I looked out the window, noticing that we were suddenly on my street. How did he know where I lived?
"Are you stalking me or something?" I asked, afraid that he might actually say, "yes".
He looked confused, though. "No, why?" He asked.
"Well, this is my street." I said.
"Oh, well," He looked around...Nervous maybe? "Which house is yours?" He asked.
"The one right there." I pointed to the house we were about to pass and he pulled into my driveway, turning off the car.
"Thanks." I said as he opened the car door for me and I got out. I hope he's not getting the wrong idea here.
I stood there for second, just looking at him. He stared back. "Not to be mean or anything-and no offense but...I have a boyfriend, you know that, right?" I asked, feeling dumb for even saying it the minute I did.
He smiled crookedly. "Yes, Jade. I know that."
I nodded. "Okay, just checking." I said and quickly walked to the front door. I didn't hear him following, so I looked back. He was there, looking back at me. I gave him a small smile and he returned it.
Once inside, I walked to the kitchen. I was actually really hungry, I hadn't eaten lunch today.
"Are you hungry?" I asked Edward, who was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking at me.
He shook his head. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." He said. I felt like I was missing something, like some bigger meaning behind his simple answer.
"Okay." I said. I grabbed an apple and turned to see he was still standing in the same spot, watching my every move.
"You know, you could sit down if you want. You don't have to stand there." I said. He smiled at me as he sat down in the chair at the end of the table. I sat down in the chair across from him and ate my apple slowly. I felt too self-conscious to eat any faster because his eyes never left my face.
"You eat slow." He stated, with a small smile.
I looked up at him, my cheeks turning red. "Sorry." I muttered.
He smiled again. "I'm not complaining, I'm just saying, you're slow."
I shook my head, with a small smile and looked over at the clock, needing an excuse to look away. The clock read, 1:30 P.M.
When finished, we went to the living room and watched T.V. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to it, though. He kept staring at me.
After a while I got fed up of watching basically nothing, so I decided to turn to him and start a conversation.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked quietly, with a small smile. He nodded. "Do you consider me as your friend?" I felt dumb for asking that but I just wanted to make sure and I also didn't know what else to say. I also hoped that he was because I wanted him to be.
"Well, that depends..." He said. My smile faded. Why does it depend? "Would you want to be my friend?" He asked and I smiled again. He smiled, too, when I did.
"Yes." I said.
"Okay, then I guess we're friends ." He said with a small crooked smile. Then we were silent for a few seconds as I stared down at my hands and he stared at me.
"Can I ask you something else?" I asked quietly, looking up at him for a second. He nodded and I looked back down at my hands. "Before, when I was crying...why'd you comfort me?" I asked and again, felt dumb for even asking it.
"Well, I wanted to know if you were okay because I knew what Mason wanted to do. So I-"
"Wait, how did you know what he wanted to do?" I asked, interrupting him. "Where you...listening to us?"
"No." He said in a very low, cautious voice.
"Then how?" I asked. He shook his head, looking away. "What?"
"I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because I can't." He said, looking back at me.
"Please?" I asked softly. He stared into my eyes, as if he were searching for something. I stared back, waiting.
After about a minute he looked away and sighed, giving in. "I can hear what people are thinking." He murmured, looking at me to see what my reaction would be.
I looked away from him, my heart beat quickening and my cheeks turning red. He can read minds? Does he know what I am thinking right now? He probably thinks I'm a freak.
"Oh. So...you know what I'm thinking right now, too?"
He shook his head. "No."
I was relieved but also a little confused.
"But you just said-"
"I can but not yours." He said, seeming frustrated with this fact.
"How come?" I asked.
He shook his head, looking away again. "I don't know." He said, sighing. "No matter how hard I listen, I can hear what everyone else is thinking but you." He looked up at me. "Not one sound comes from your mind and it's just so frustrating." He said.
"Is that why you're always looking at me? Because you're trying to figure out what I'm thinking?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah, sometimes." He said, quietly, looking away. "Other times I just...Like looking at you."
I blushed, looking down at my hands.
"What are you thinking?" He whispered a few minutes later.
"Nothing." I said, shaking my head with a small smile. He sighed. "What?" I asked looking over at him.
"That's very frustrating." He said, with a small crooked smile.
I giggled. "It's suppose to be."
"I know but I'm not use to it and not knowing what you're thinking, makes it very hard for me to figure you out." He said.
"What do you mean?"
He sighed. "I always think you're gonna do something predictable, something that most people would do but you never do. You always do the opposite of what I think...For example, I thought you were going to freak out or something when I told you I read minds, but you didn't." He said. I nodded, not knowing what to say. "...And when you're this quiet, it makes me wonder even more about what you're really thinking about." He said in a low, soft voice as he looked into my eyes. I melted. My heart raced and my mind went blank as I stared back at him.
"Tell me what you're thinking." He whispered. It was like his voice and eyes were hypnotizing me. So I ended up blurting out the truth.
"I'm thinking about you." I said, dazed. He looked away after a few minutes, shaking his head, seeming unsatisfied.
"I should go." He said quietly and stood up.
"What? Why?" I asked, snapping back to reality. I followed him to the door.
"I shouldn't be here. I have to go." He said, louder as he speed walked out the door.
I ran after him, wondering why I wanted him to stay so badly. I shouldn't care if he leaves. But I do.
"Please, don't." I pleaded. He wouldn't listen. "Edward."
He stopped the minute I said his name and slowly turned around. He looked at me for a minute, his expression torn.
"Please, stay." I said, my voice sounded sad, even to me. Why did I care so much?
"I'm sorry." He murmured, looking away and shaking his head. "I have to go." He got into his car.
"Wait!" I said but he wouldn't, he started the car and sped away, leaving me stand there alone.
Why did he want to leave? Was it because I said I was thinking about him? Why do I care so much anyway? Why did I even want him to stay so badly? I've only known him for like a week. I shouldn't be thinking about him so much. Plus I have a boyfriend-but honestly, I really don't care because I like Edward.
But I guess he's not interested.
I went back inside after a few minutes of just standing there for nothing, knowing he wasn't coming back.
I slammed the front door shut and locked it once I was inside. I went up to my room, turn my stereo on and plopped down backwards onto my bed, trying to drown out my thoughts with the music. It didn't help though, my mind was blocking out the music, instead of the music blocking out my thoughts.
Why did he want to leave so suddenly? Why did I have to blurt out the truth? Why did I even care so much that he wanted to leave? I shouldn't care. It's wrong for me to care because, for one thing, I have a boyfriend, and for another, I've only known Edward for about a week. But then another part of my mind was telling me that those two facts didn't matter because Mason doesn't seem to care all that much about me anymore, which hurts to think about and also because I was starting to form a crush on Edward. But it felt like so much more than just a crush.
**A/N: Thanks to those of you who are reading and reviewing! :)
