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Tuesday morning, I woke up to find Alice's and Rosalie's faces filled with anger. I rubbed the munchies out of my eyes and sat up, or at least tried to. God knows I'm disoriented in the morning.
"Get up." Rosalie's voice was snappy and she was fuming.
"Why?"
Alice snorted and gestured to hers and Rosalie's attire.
Oh. They were still in their nighties. Well fuck, do they want me to be the morning riser and make them breakfast? Never in my whole fucking life.
"Why are you up? God! It's so early!"
"We know, but your stalker professor doesn't. He's been ringing the bell and pounding on the door for the past 3 hours. We've tired getting him to fuck off but he just doesn't listen. Do you know there are 117 notes on our rug all saying 'Please, Bella, talk to me.' Only you'll be able to get some sense in that foolish man."
Shit. WHAT? 117 notes? Had the bastard gone crazy? But I guess that should've been expected. After all, Edward had been trailing my ass for the past week like a lost little puppy and I found it cute at first but now, it had grown very frustrating. I still had the hots for him, but the way he was towards me, was inexcusable.
I was Bella Swan, and I tolerated no one who wasn't going to respect me.
Fuck you, Edward Cullen. I got up reluctantly and went to brush my hair, and teeth and put something good on. I didn't want to admit it, but I still wanted him to want me. It was obvious he desired me in the way he eagerly kissed me and the way he was calling my name frantically and running after me when I walked away. This meeting, a scolding on my behalf, could well possibly turn into a heated make-out session and I needed to look presentable.
God, I'm so pathetic.
I almost tore the door from it's hinges as I tried my best to look angry as I could in the morning as I glared up at Edward, whose eyes were red and he looked as he hadn't slept for the past week.
Great job, Swan.
"What do you want? I threw his words back at himself and started tapping my foot impatiently, trying to look anywhere but his face which lit up like the fourth of July when he saw me.
I barely had time to protest before he pulled me into his arms and crashed his head of bronze jungle in my neck.
For a moment, I allowed myself to be lost in him, to be lost in the deep desire and want I had for him, that seemed to be growing impossibly bigger day by day. But I didn't notice how deep I would have to fall if I allowed myself only a second to be with him like this. It was so overwhelming. I pushed at his chest, although lightly, but it was like he had shut himself out from everything. Only his breathing was normal, the rest of him was still hard, rigid and tense.
It was like he was worried to death for me. I snorted inwardly. If only that was true. Edward eventually snapped himself out of it and looked up at me. My eyes widened in surprise as I registered that we were on the floor, that I had pulled him down onto me and he was leaning into me and I was cradling his head. Everything in me went cold immediately and I drew my hands away from him and put a considerable amount of space between us.
He looked surprised at first but then understanding dawned on his face. Good. He realized that things, whatever they were, were still not good between us and I hadn't forgiven him for the things he had said to me the day I slapped him and days before that.
"Bella, I'm so sorry, please just let me explain to you."
"Okay."
"What?" He was clearly caught off balance. Lame excuses of men, pretending that they'll explain everything to us but never following it through.
"I said okay. Go ahead. Explain yourself to me."
"Oh, I can't." There it was. The word 'can't'. I had heard countless men say that, wanting their women to take them back into their bed. But on the contrary, we hadn't even gotten into bed for me to take him back into it. Whatever. It was too early in the morning for me to think about deep shit.
"Get out then."
"What?"
"I said, if you can't explain yourself, then you can get out."
"Bella, you have to understand, it's not you, it's me."
"Fuck that bullshit, get out."
I could see I had struck a nerve in him. He suddenly got up and ran both his hand through his hair, tugging at it ferociously. He turned towards me and this time, Edward really was angry. Not just angry, but livid. Enough to make me shrink back from him involuntarily.
"For fuck's sake, can't you just take a hint and shut up?! Why do you just have to ask questions? Can't you be sated?"
"No, I can't! What do you expect me to do?" I broke off, frustrated and confused as to why we were even doing this. There was nothing between us, absolutely nothing. We weren't even in a relationship, hell, I didn't even know the man who was pacing in my doorway.
"Look, Edward, you are nothing to me and I'm nothing to you. So let's just have quits with this whole situation and take a fucking break."
He groaned and stormed out of the dorm. I paced and stomped my foot and shouted and screamed over the first and last man in my life.
That night, I went out, danced wildly, flirted with every other guy possible and got into bed with a man whose name I didn't know.
The next morning, I woke up to a hotel room, in which's bed I was in, with a fair-haired man in bed with me. I groaned and got out, only to pause short. I pulled the sheet tightly around me as I gaped.
Edward was standing in the middle of the room, his fists clenched, his shoulders murderously tense and his face trained on me, bloody and dirty.
I barely had time to scream before I noticed the long gash on the side of his head, deep and bloody with the skin around it already dangerously swollen.
And then he collapsed to the ground and the man in bed woke up and gasped. I called 911 and rode to the hospital in only my black slutty dress.