Here's the next chappy!! WOO HOO!! hahah Ive been crankin out chapters for this story...im gunna cool down with this and update for my other stories for a little bit..sorry, im not gunna stop updating im just gunna slooooooow it down... well enjoy and review!
I hadn't talked to Edward in weeks. Alice would try to convince me that Edward was still "hung up" on me, but I knew he wasn't; if he was he would have talked to me or tried to see me by now. It was six weeks since I found out he was Alice's sister and from Cornwall. Why did it matter so much that he was from Cornwall though?
I knew why, because at Hawthorne you hear and are practically taught that Cornwall was the enemy. Girls have always said to stay away from Cornwall guys because they were players and just wanted to sleep with us to make us Hawthorne girls a bad reputation as whores. We were to beat them at any and all competitions and sports and above all to stay away from them at all costs. But a small part of me still wanted to see Edward.
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It has been six long and utterly lonely weeks since I have talked or even seen Bella. I felt like a part of me had been ripped out. I felt incomplete without her. It was strange. I had never felt like this with any other girl; but she was different. She was smart, caring, unique, and beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about her, and I found myself in a constant depression these past weeks.
Alice had noticed my change in attitude and has yelled at me quite frequently for hurting her best friend. She knew I still liked her, possibly even loved her. Did I love her? I met her at the party and I instantly knew that she was for me, my soul mate. She made me feel complete and her smile and constant blush brought sunlight into my world. Yes; I was completely and utterly in love with her. But it was useless trying to talk to her. She and I went to opposite and enemy schools. It would be taboo for us to see each other. Maybe it was for the best that we weren't seeing each other anymore. I could save her from the reputation and backlash from her peers at Hawthorne. But seeing her crying that day ripped my heart out, I loved her; I had to see her again.