When we got home at around nine and Alice got back to her dorm after making plans with me to go shopping next Saturday--which I think I will get very many blisters from--Edward and I continued unpacking my stuff, continuing our game of twenty questions.

He asked me random questions, and truthfully, I was keeping track of the questions we were asking each other, though it seemed like we went over twenty already.

Ask him if he has a girlfriend! My conscious mind yelled at me.

No…! He'll think I like him. He probably does have one though…

What if he doesn't?

I shut my eyes, trying to stop talking to myself. If I wanted to know, then I might as well ask him. How else was I going to figure out? Or…maybe I could ask Alice…

Damnit, just ask him already, you wimp!

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I finally courageously asked, cursing at myself afterwards, thinking I made an idiot of myself.

Edward grinned. "Any reason for that?"

"No, of course not," I mumbled. "I just wanted to know."

He laughed lightly. "No, I don't. And since you asked that, you made me curious about your status."

I mentally let out a loud 'yes!', and I was smiling, looking like a complete fool in front of Edward. When I realized he was looking at me, I regained my original composure, then answered his question in an even voice which was very difficult for me to.

I shook my head. "Nope. No boyfriend."

He stopped taking my stuff out, then sat down on my bed. "What was your life back in Forks like?" I stopped too, then thought about his question.

"It was…It's wasn't the best. There was a lot of snobby people there, and the boys were yuck," I began. "There's this guy named Mike Newton, and he's very annoying. But I have some friends, I guess. But I can say my best friend was my mom, Renee. She's not like me at all, though. She's not clumsy, very graceful, although she forgets a lot. She says that I act too mature sometimes.

"And my dad…Charlie, he's…" I trailed off, then everything fell into silence, until I found the right words. "He doesn't have very much trust in me. Unlike my mom. He was the one that suggested me to go to boarding school, which I gladly agreed to, but I kept that to myself. If I told them I had wanted to, they wouldn't have let me."

Edward chuckled. "But doesn't it suck moving here in the middle of the year?"

"I guess, but I don't really mind. I was in all Pre AP in my old school, so I'm pretty sure I'm not behind…unless you guys are, but Charlie told me that this was a strict school, so I don't think so."

Edward laughed, then it slowly faded into a chuckle. "This isn't a very strict school, you know. I'm not sure how they even got those reviews."

"So what about you?"

"My whole family goes here, actually," he told me. "Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper. They're very nice, but Rosalie can be in her mood swings sometimes.

"And Carlisle, my dad, is a doctor at the Harborview Medical Center. Esme, my mom, stays home, and goes out during the day, since we all lived in our dorms. My siblings and I visit them ever other week." I could tell that Edward and his family were very close, unlike mine. It seemed like he was happy to be around them, like he was with Alice.

We fell in silence again, and Edward started humming something under his breath, quiet, but loud enough for me to hear that he was humming.

"Is that a song?"

Edward looked up at me. "What?"

"What you were humming," I told him.

"Oh," he said. "It's nothing. Just something that came into my mind."

"It sounds good," I complimented, smiling. "I like it."

"Yeah, umm…" he trailed off, looking at something in his hands. "Bella?"

He never took his eyes off of what he had in his hands; his expression looked like he had committed a murder. His eyes turned ice black, and I just stood there, looking at him confused.

"Yes?"

He stood silent, looking shocked. "What… What is this?" he asked, holding up a bag full of white powder. "Is…Is this cocaine?"

A/N: Jeez... i know you hate me _

cause i know myself this is a rlly short chapter...

but i promise to make the chapter longer next time... (&i mean it when i say long)

&i'll update on the thirtieth.

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