Thank you for the nice reviews, they're quite encouraging when you're writing a story that needs frequent updating.
Polyphony – I agree that James wouldn't be selfless when it comes to Alice, but for the purpose of the story I needed a way to make James and his coven not be an enemy or have much to do with them after the initial confrontation, and this seemed like the best way to do it. so I suppose my characters maybe a little OOC.
Anyways, here's the next chapter. A little shorter than normal, sorry.
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I woke in the morning to a weird feeling of, both, cold enveloping me and warm encasing me. I try to turn on my side and wrap my covers tighter to me, but something doesn't allow me to move. Arms wrapped around my waist, holding me to a cold, hard surface, I smile as I groggily open my eyes, remembering; Edward.
"Good morning, love," he bites back a smile, probably imagining my reaction to what he's about to say, and continues "I think you should get up, if you don't want to be late,"
"What?" I ask confused, that's what he found so amusing? I turn over and look at my little alarm clock that I hadn't set, 7:40 it read.
Oh. Crap.
"Ah!" I let out a low squeak, and I jump on my bed attempting to rush of it, but me being me, I got my foot tangled in the covers and waited to impact with the floor. But I didn't. I could feel Edward's cool arms around my waist, as I had felt a minute ago when I woke, as they pulled me up and then onto the floor.
"Thanks," I mutter, and surprise, surprise, blush.
"Why didn't you wake me? Now we're going to be late." I ask, we really only had 20 minutes before school started, and even if Edward's driving could get us there in 5 minutes, I would only have 15 minutes to get ready.
"You just looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb you. Besides we can get there in time, if you're willing to compromise on getting ready quick, I'll drive quick." He answers coolly, flashing his crooked grin at me, dazzling me. He chuckles as my traitorous heart picks up. I walk out of the room gently hitting his upper arm with the back of my hand, not wanting to bruise it, and mutter under my breath "like you wouldn't drive fast, if I didn't get rest quickly," and know he heard it as he laughs again.
As I brush hastily, knowing fully there's no time for breakfast, I think back to how calmer and playful Edward's been since Saturday, after the meadow. He seems much more…relaxed, I suppose. I guess that me knowing and accepting what he is has made him feel like he's got to tip-toe and the subject less and on top having met his family, official, must've helped. I liked less-serious Edward; he's fun.
I race back to my room, which was probably a bad idea since I tripped. Twice. I quickly raced through my limited clothing, wanting to look nice, after deliberating for a minute (since I now have 10 minutes before we leave) I replace my pyjamas with nice blue long sleeved shirt, since I know Edward likes me in blue, and a pair of dark jeans. I finish buttoning down the shirt and look in the mirror as I run a brush through my hair, and sporadically through on some low black converse. In my excitement I forget to remember what a hazard I am, and race down the stairs, falling from the 4th step from the bottom. Damn. And I was so close as well.
Thank god, for Edward and his lightning speed, because without both I would've been sprawled across the floor with a sprained ankle, but here I was in the arms of my Adonis as he sets me on my feet; safely. He stills, for a second, after he puts me down, and just stares. I start feeling self-conscious and wonder whether it was a bad idea to ditch the normal stretchy and comfy t-shirts.
"Wow," he says and gently brings the back of his right hand up to brush my cheekbone as I feel it heat up in the light of my blush. Oh I inwardly release a sigh of relief, he like it.
"Thanks," I reply embarrassed and happy at the same time, and pull his hand into my quickly before I lose the courage to do it and walk out the front door locking it. I didn't let go of his hand the entire way there and neither did he.
We stop outside my English class, we had just made it, just. I try to get my breathing back to normal, we had had to run here to make it in time (although Edward doesn't even share the class with me, he refused to not 'walk' me to class) and of course I had tripped three times but Edward caught me whilst grinning like a maniac, when I see Jessica pop up at the door from her desk, waving. I don't think Mr Mason is here yet. Great I ran for nothing.
"Come on then, Bel…" she stops herself as she sees Edward behind me, how can you miss him? I mean, there's barely anyone in the hallway and not to mention he's 6 feet tall.
"Umm…" I trail of hoping she'll understand my hint and leave, but curse my luck, she stand right there, gaping. Sigh.
I turn back to see Edward sporting an amused grin, oh god, he raises his hand to brush his knuckles against my cheek as he had done this morning but then he cups my jaw in his hand and leans down to kiss me. I put my arms around his neck and stand on my tip-toes so he doesn't have to bend his neck as much, and enjoy the feel of his cool lips against my hot ones, when I hear a gasp. We slowly break away, and I drop my hands but his hands that had found their way onto my hips stay there. He leans to press a kiss on my forehead and retreats into the hallway, to his own class, throwing an "I walk you to your next class" over his shoulder.
I turn back to Jessica with a wildly thumping heart and blushing face, and she grabs my hand with vigour and force and pulls me to my desk, situated right next to hers. Yay. As I sit down her hand come to slam on my desk with a loud sound, her smile wide but eyes glaring, "Tell me everything," she demands.
Once again I find myself thanking god, as Mr Mason walks in and subsequently everyone (including Jessica) shuts up and sits down. As he begins his lecture, I look down at my notebook, which I had gotten out on my desk, and find a perfectly folded chit on it. My eyes, on their own accord, turn to look at Jessica, who turn to face me also, who points at the note and motions me to read it.
Great.
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