Chapter Three

I woke up to the view of Alice's perky face, a devilish grin occupying her full lips.

"Why does Charlie let you in? Why I ask?" A full blown smile bloomed on her sharp face.

"Because Bella, everybody loves me." She grabbed hold of the sheets covering me and ripped them off with a strength a small pixie should not have. The cold air from the window hit me and I sighed,"Why did you wake me up?"

"Payback Bells, simple revenge." I groaned, I knew last night's adventure would bite me in the ass and here was Alice, teeth prepared.

"We have to check on him.." I whispered it, knowing that was the last thing Alice wanted, she heard me and groaned.

"What if he's a criminal who somebody beat up? A murderer even!" Sighing at her, I knew it was true, we didn't know anything about this Edward Cullen, but that didn't stop the strange obligation I felt.

"Fine, I'll go by myself." Alice was like a cat, when she couldn't make up her mind she did a trademark gesture, like cats shivered their tails. Her hand went to her bony hip and her head fell backwards, she groaned again with more distaste behind it. If she wasn't my best friend, she'd tell me to go in that house alone and have fun trying to get out. But she was and the look of defeat on her face told me how much she truly did love me.

"We go upstairs, check on him and leave, bottom line. We can't miss our flight." Damn, I wanted more time to investigate him, to see who he was. I didn't mention that he looked just fine, really fine, to me when I saw him last night. Blushing at the thought, Alice got 'The Look.'

Sometimes she just knew what I was thinking and gave me the look that just said,'Really Bella? Really?'

"You like him, and you don't even know him."

"I do not, he's cute, I guess. But I'm just curious about him."

Alice threw an outfit at me that I never laid eyes on before, I grunted unladylike; I hated when she bought me clothes.

The red silk shirt was definitely more then fifty dollars, with long and wide sleeves, they had ruffles and flowed nicely when I moved my arms. The neck dipped into a V and showed just a hint of cleavage, the shoes were mine however, plain black flats that I wore everyday that looked nice with the new jeans that fit just right. I'd never wore jeans that hugged my bottom like this before and it was a experience I liked, form fitting jeans were in my future. After I got dressed, I realized Alice had worked hard on our outfits, her shirt was a dark violet and the same style, her jeans fitting just as tightly except she had short heels on.

"Ready."

"Okay, we have ten minutes to check on him and get on the road." I nodded and grabbed the purse I only brought when Alice dragged me along to Paris for a shopping spree. In it contained my passport, the picture of me was a grumpy one, my license, a bobby pin and gum. I laughed mentally as I thought of what was in Alice's purse, I imagined crocodiles, bats, and tigers climbing out of the huge thing.

And then I opened the door of the Mystery House, these were the times I cursed my imagination. It was dead silent in the house and we moved in the room quietly, Alice walking on the tip of her toes so her heel didn't click against the floor.

"Edward?"

Silence.

"Are you still here?"

Still the uneasy silence.

I went up the stairs, not trying to be quiet, if he was a criminal of some sort, he would not like two teenage girls sneaking up on him even though we called him. In fact, he probably wouldn't like anybody sneaking up on him, if he was in trouble.

My eyes seen the clean room before my foot touched the white carpet, the blood; gone. The mysterious Edward Cullen; gone. I pouted and turned back around to go reluctantly back to Alice, for one small second, my mind hoped a hand would reach out and grab my shoulder, revealing the beautiful man.

However that didn't happen and Alice dragged me from the house, nearly throwing me into her black BMW. Both of us were quiet on the plane, Alice most likely thinking of the clothes she would buy but me, no I had other things to think about.

Where had Edward Cullen go?

Why did he leave?

Will he come back?

Even in my mind, I did not like the tone of the questions I was asking myself. I decided another question that should have been asked right away and answered immediately.

Why the fuck did I care so damn much?

Author's Note: Sorry it's so short, I wanted to get a chapter out before my Internet is turned off. The next chapter will be very long and interesting, I pinky promise.

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