Notes…3!There's actually a NOTE in this one!

A/N: I am simply astounded by how many people like this story. In honor of all the encouraging reviews, I am going to continue. Thank you so much for everyone that read, reviewed, and added my last chapters! It means the universe to me!

Just a heads up, this chapter isn't all humor – there's a little bit of angst-y-goodness. Some of you might need some tissues.

Disclaimer: I used to own Twilight but then some evil peaches came and took it from me. (Just kidding! Evil peaches? That's ridiculous! *wink*)

Edward's POV

I chased Jasper around the house for awhile, getting very annoyed that he wouldn't let me catch him. Every time I got close, he would pound me with a wave of lethargy or sadness, and that would slow me down enough for him to pull ahead again.

After I'd given up on chasing him, my cell phone rang. By instinct it was at my ear before the second ring was done. "Hello?" I asked into the phone, remembering too late that it was probably Jessica.

"Edward!" Even over the phone Jessica's voice annoyed me to no end, making me want to smash my phone into a million pieces. It occurred to me that I could do that, so when she started babbling about how she was tired of 'immature boys' and wanted 'a real man', I threw the phone onto the ground, where it shattered on contact. I stepped on it gingerly a few times for good measure.

The whole family had seen my little demolition, including Bella, who was laughing hysterically, having to lean on Alice to keep upright. I walked calmly away from my cell phone, now a pile of black powder on the floor, and sat down calmly on one of the couches in the living room. Bella came over to me after a few more minutes of incessant laughing, snuggling into my lap and sighing contentedly.

I still couldn't believe that Bella had said the things she had. My innocent Bella had told the school's main gossip that we were sleeping together. I was slightly embarrassed, knowing that the whole school would know that I supposedly 'cried in the middle' tomorrow.

I let out my own sigh, definitely not looking forward to tomorrow.

Eventually, I had to drive Bella home to Charlie, who was evidently incapable of preparing his own meals. I kissed her quickly on the cheek before promising to be back when Charlie fell asleep.

After the drive back to my own home, I walked up the stairs, growling at everyone who dared to think about what had happened today, which was basically everyone in the house, save Carlisle and Esme.

I stomped into my room, shutting my door just a little harder than normal, making it sound like slamming to all the vampire ears in the house.

Emmett was still laughing in his mind, telling me as many jokes as his small mind could come up with about my 'incident'. Alice was also laughing in her head, but did have the courtesy to apologize once for telling the others. Then her thoughts resumed laughing at me, ignoring the loud growl that she knew was directed at her.

I briefly considered going along with Jessica whenever she tried to follow me tomorrow; as a way to get revenge on Bella, but no matter how much I wanted my pay back, I couldn't do anything that might hurt Bella. I loved her too much to waste time pretending to return Jessica's infatuation. I sighed, knowing that there was nothing I could do to get back at her; I would actually have to let it go.

I glanced at my watch, starting a mental countdown of the minutes until I could return to Bella's room. I still had about an hour to waste, so I flipped on my cd player, listening aimlessly to whatever happened to be in there at the time.

After awhile, it felt like it should be getting close to when I could return to Bella's house. I glanced at my watch again; seeing that only a grand total of three minutes had passed.

I switched Cd's, drifting off into my own world where Bella and I sat in the sun all day.

Finally, the time came when I knew that Charlie would most likely be asleep, and wouldn't hear my entrance. I jumped out my window, not wanting to go through the next round of mockery, and set off for Bella's.

I arrived at her house quickly, noting with satisfaction that all of the lights were out. I jumped up to Bella's window, already seeing her form on her bed; lying on her back and staring at the ceiling.

I reached for the latch on the window to open it, and almost fell off the roof when I saw what was there.

On a little post-it note, in Emmett's messy scrawl, was written the words 'Be sure not to cry this time' and was accompanied by a few drawn tears, which were colored pink.

I seethed, mentally counting the ways that I could kill Emmett, or at least make his life a living nightmare.

I soundlessly opened the window, sneaking up on Bella as quietly as possible. Her eyes were closed, and I wondered if she was asleep, although she never fell asleep on her back, then she murmured,

"Hi." She didn't even open her glorious chocolate eyes.

"How did you know I was here?" I whispered back to her.

Her eyebrows furrowed, as if she was wondering the answer to that question herself. "I don't know. I just knew."

Before I could inquire further, she opened her eyes, smiling at me, and stopped my already stopped heart. She noticed the small scrap of paper in my hand, and I handed it to her before she could ask.

She read it before a grin spread over her face. "Emmett?" she asked, figuring that he would be the only one brave enough to do something like this.

"Yes." I said, quickly, moving to the other side of the bed, with my back pressed up against the wall to give Bella as much room as she could get with two people in such a small bed. I wrapped my arms around my angel, still marveling that she let me touch her without running and screaming.

I could feel a blush warm her cheeks, and immediately shifted a little bit closer to the warmth that it gave off, without even realizing it. "What is it?" I murmured onto her neck, smiling slightly when she shivered from my closeness (I'd learned by now that my temperature wasn't what made her shiver every time I got near her).

"You aren't…angry about what I said today, are you?" she asked me, a little bit of fear making its way into her voice.

"No. I could never be angry at you." I told her truthfully. I had been completely shocked at what she had done, and maybe a little bit nervous about what was to come, but never angry. I could never look at my angel with anything other than love; especially not anger.

She nodded, and I could feel her slowly drifting off to sleep in my arms.

I listened to the steady tempo of her breathing all night, fascinated that an angel such as her would even think about being with me.

XXX

Bella's POV

I woke up the next morning to Edward kissing my neck, his ice cold lips telling me that it was time to get up every time he paused from his kissing. I sat there for a few more minutes, pretending to be asleep, but he must have heard my increased heartbeat, for he chuckled and kissed me once on the forehead before hopping off the bed and out the widow.

I smiled after him, knowing that he would be back to take me to school, as he hated my truck almost as much as I hated his driving. I hopped out of bed, getting dressed quickly, and bounced down the stairs, glancing out a window to see that Charlie's cruiser wasn't in the driveway; already off at work. I fixed myself a beautifully frosted pop tart, eating slowly while waiting for Edward's return.

I almost choked on my breakfast when I heard the soft knock on the front door. I shoved the remainder of my food into my mouth, chewing as swiftly as possible. I grabbed my bag off the hook near the door, threw it across my body, and opened the door quickly, smiling broadly at the angel that stood there. He grinned back at me, and as soon as I finished locking the heavy door, he took my hand with his, leading me to the passenger side door. He held it open for me like the gentlemen he was, and despite having this happen every day, I blushed at his incredible sweetness. His smile widened as he saw my blush.

He raced around to his side of the car, starting the car at about the same time that my door shut all the way. He drove to school one handed; holding one of my hands in his steely grip, and guiding the wheel with the other one.

When we pulled into the parking lot of the school, his smile slowly slid off his face, and I could see his jaw tighten.

"What is it?" I asked him, looking around the parking lot for any kind of danger.

"Let's just say that several people considered bringing me a box of Kleenex this morning. Mike Newton for one. He seemed to think that I might burst into tears in the middle of biology." I couldn't help the tiny grin that spread across my face, but Edward didn't seem to find the situation funny in the least.

When we got out of the car, still hand in hand, I heard a few soft giggles and whispers. Edward looked solidly ahead, not focusing on anyone or anything. I giggled a little bit, still amazed by my own genius in thinking up such a scandalous lie.

"You're lucky I love you." He whispered. His eyes glancing quickly at a few people, who, I'm sure, were thinking about him.

We made it into the school without confrontation, but when we entered our first period (which we had together, courtesy of Edward,) Jessica bounced up to us, looking only at Edward with unmistakable lust shining out from her eyes.

"Hi, Edward." She said lustrously, standing almost as close to him as I was.

I disguised my laugh by coughing, but I'm pretty sure that Edward could tell that I found this humorous.

It crossed my mind then, that he could possibly return Jessica's showy affection; just to get back at me for what I'd done, but I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn't do that to me. I was already quite insecure about his feelings towards me, and hopefully he knew that even a fake infatuation would hurt; no matter how fake it was.

"Jessica." Edward nodded to her, his eyes still on me.

"I think we got disconnected yesterday," I smiled internally at Jessica's words; remembering Edward's cell phone that was now a pile of powder. "And I was going to ask if you wanted to go to a movie tonight. There's one playing at the theatre in Port Angeles about a vampire who falls in love with a human, and it sounded interesting." I coughed-laughed again, seeing the irony in the situation, but as I watched Jessica's hopeful face, my humor with the situation started to fade. Jessica was supposed to be my friend. Why was she asking out Edward right in front of me? I had encouraged her, so I didn't have the right to be upset, but she could at least have the courtesy not to do this in front of me! That was just rude!

"Thank you very much, Jessica, but I have plans tonight with Bella." He nodded to her again before pulling us towards our seats at the back of the room. I smiled at him, proud that he was above trying to get revenge.

He smiled back at me and took my hand under the table. Class started, and as the teacher droned on about how previous events in American history had been planned according to the food chain, I saw Jessica and Lauren passing a note.

This was a different teacher than we'd had yesterday when we'd passed notes, but maybe he'd see it, take it up and read it to the class. If someone else's personal life was broadcasted, maybe people would start to forget about Edward and I.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Edward's face harden into an angry mask, and I followed his gaze to Lauren, who was still scribbling a reply to whatever Jessica had written.

"What is it?" I whispered, too soft for the other humans in the room to hear.

"I don't like what they're saying in their note." He said icily, still glaring daggers at Lauren's back.

I shrugged, knowing that they were probably gossiping about him and his 'incident'. I felt certain that Edward would never leave me alone to face inquiries about us again, if only to protect what remained of his reputation.

I listened for awhile to the lecture before my attention started drifting around the room. Mike Newton was reading a magazine under the table; Tyler Crowley had his cell phone out and was probably texting someone else in the building; and Jessica and Lauren were still passing notes.

I focused on a spider building a web right outside the window next to me, watching as the design became more and more intricate. I continued to watch the spider until Edward nudged me softly with his elbow, and nodded towards the teacher. The teacher was looking at Jessica, who was focusing all her attention on trying to get her purple pen to write her reply to whatever Lauren had said. She didn't notice when he stopped talking; or when he started walking over to her.

She did notice when he pulled the note out from under her arm, and handed it to the person nearest them, which just happened to be Mike Newton. Mike really needed to reconsider is seating arrangements.

"Read this out loud to the class, please." The teacher asked Mike. Mike smoothly slipped his magazine into his bag without the teacher seeing it, and held the note in front of him, skimming it before started to read.

"'Can you believe that Edward Cullen cried in the middle of sex?'" Mike said seeming to take pride in saying it. Lauren looked down at her perfectly manicured nails, so I guessed that she had been the one to start the note.

"'No! But he's still HOT. I'd go out with him in a heartbeat!'" Jessica looked down, blushing slightly.

"'That Bella is such a skank! She slept with him before a whole year had passed!'" Mike didn't seem to like saying that almost as Edward visibly didn't like hearing it. I was shocked when several other people in the class turned to give Lauren a dirty look. Lauren shot a glare at the teacher, who seemed to be re-thinking having the note read out loud.

"'Yea, I don't know that Edward sees in her. She's so plain! There are plenty of girls here that are prettier than her!'" That hit a nerve, and I looked down at my desk, not believing that Jessica would say something like that. I heard a low growl rumble in Edward's chest, and I was hopefully the only one who heard it. He squeezed my hand, rubbing small circles over my skin with his thumb.

"Totally! I think we should both ask Edward out. There's no way he could say no to both of us!'" Edward cleared his throat, probably trying to get rid of the growl that was still rumbling quietly in his chest.

"'You're right! Separately, we both just hot, but if we ask him together we'd be irresistible! I just asked him to a movie a few minutes ago, and he said no, but if we ask him together, there's no way he'd say no!'" Jessica and Lauren were both looking quite embarrassed, but I'm sure my face heated up very fast when Edward let go of my hand and stood up.

"Edward." I whispered under my breath, making sure that he heard the desperation in it. I grabbed his hand again, trying to pull him back into his seat. He didn't budge.

The whole room turned to look at him, as his second throat-clearing had announced that he had something to say.

"Jessica, Lauren. I feel the need to inform you that I would not go out with either of you if you two were the last creatures on this planet. You two would go out with each other before I choose to go anywhere with either of you. Bella is the exact opposite of 'plain' as you so stupidly called it. Both of you consider 'beauty' all about the body, and obviously don't know that true beauty comes from the soul; but I wouldn't expect people as shallow as you to know that." I looked at the desk, trying to pretend that this was all a nightmare. Edward was not standing up for me in front of the entire classroom, which should have been sweet, but was only succeeding in making me blush my face off. I tried to cover most of my face with my hands, hoping that I wouldn't blind anyone by how bright it was.

Lauren and Jessica's mouths were wide open; shocked that someone would say those things to them without being smited where they stood.

But, of course, Edward wasn't done yet.

"Also, Jessica, Bella was kidding yesterday. Everything she said was a lie, designed to get back at me for leaving her in your horrid presence. Any dream that I ever had about you would be known as a nightmare, and the same goes to you Lauren. I hope, in the future, that you will both consider that the universe doesn't revolve around you. Thank you."

As he sat down, a few of the strange people in the class who felt like committing social suicide applauded him and his speech. I didn't look at him, as I was still too embarrassed to speak.

I couldn't believe he'd done that. Most girls would be all swoon-y and fall in love with him all over again. But not me. I was so embarrassed that I was actually concerned for my health. I didn't know exactly why I was embarrassed, but I knew that I was. Was it what people would think? No, these people weren't very important to me, Edward and his family were all that mattered. What else could it be? I searched myself for the answer, eventually stumbling upon it.

Despite what Edward said, Jessica and Lauren were right; I was plain. Especially next to such a god-like figure as Edward. The fact that he had just stood up and made a perfect speech defending me from all the bad things they had said about me, made me feel even more plain. I never could have done that! I would have babbled on and on, and not made any sense to anyone listening, and Edward had just said things as they were (or how he thought they were) and especially with his perfect articulation and wording, his little show would probably be remembered by most of these people for a long time.

How many things could he do that put the scale out of balance? He already wasted hundreds of dollars on me, treated me as an equal, when I was so clearly not, gave me love that I didn't deserve, and was now proclaiming that I was beautiful? It didn't matter to me what he said, I knew that I was by no means beautiful, and all it was doing was making me feel like I didn't deserve him more and more.

Edward's POV

I watched Bella's face after I had finally let loose all the thoughts that had been swirling around in my head. She wasn't looking at me, and her face was so red, I could feel its heat from all the way across the desk.

The brainless teacher chose to pretend like nothing had happened and continued on with his pointless lesson, taking up the note without Mike reading the rest of it, which basically said that Bella was stupid and that I should date one of them. It was truly a sickening thought.

I watched Bella, who didn't seem to notice that I was staring at her at all. Her eyes were far away, calculating almost, as if searching for something. I continued to watch as her eyes widened slightly, in understanding or shock, and then turned sad, and hopeless, it was undoubtedly the most painful expression I'd ever seen, it looked like she'd just been told her entire family died, and then some. What could she be thinking? The fact that I couldn't simply just listen, and know what she was thinking annoyed me to no end. I wracked my brain for things that she could be sad about. I know from movies, books, and plays that most girls would be thrilled for their boyfriend to do what I just did. I hadn't even thought about how Bella would feel about my monologue, I'd only thought about myself, and how I couldn't stand hearing anyone say things like that about my Bella, not without doing something.

I didn't know why Bella felt whatever she was feeling, but I knew that it was probably related to something I had said. I felt horrible. I had to know what it was. I just had to. Whatever particular phrase had upset her had hit deep, I could see that from her glazed eyes.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to talk to her without anyone overhearing until after class, probably lunch. I dreaded letting her remain sad for so long, and then the idea popped into my head that I could write her a note! We still had about 30 minutes of this pointless class, which was plenty of time to figure out what was wrong. I'd have to pay attention this time to make sure that this note didn't wind up in the teacher's hands; or Mike Newton's for that matter, who seemed to have been appointed official note reader at Forks high.

I subtlety pulled out a sheet of notebook paper from my folder, also pulling out a ballpoint black pen.

Bella was still staring off into space, eyes still holding that same void of happiness that it hurt my heart to look at.

(Another note! Edward's words will be in italics and Bella's will be underlined.)

What's the matter? Don't even bother telling me that nothing's wrong. Please, tell me the truth.

I slipped the paper silently across the desk at Bella, who didn't see it at first, and needed me to prod her slightly before tilting her head slightly to read it. I focused my mind on the teacher, ready to make the paper disappear if he even thought either of our names.

What happened to 'no more notes'?

She was stalling. I knew it, and she knew it. I saw her swallow, and blink a few times, obviously trying to clear her head of whatever she was thinking; getting rid of the evidence. She knew that I really wanted to know what she was thinking, and knew that I would use my so called 'dazzling' ability if I needed to. If she cleared her head, maybe she didn't think she'd blurt it out. At least not as quickly.

Changed my mind. Please, Bella. I know something's wrong. Your eyes were so sad. I promise not to get mad.

I pushed the note back to her, hoping that I would be able to keep that promise I'd just made. I did have trouble with my temper sometimes, but I couldn't be mad at Bella. The only times I'd ever even had a speck of anger against her was when she said things such as 'you're too good for me' and 'I'm not worth it'. She still believed that I was her angel; instead of the other way around. But she couldn't still be thinking those thoughts, could she?

Nothing's wrong, Edward. I was just thinking about Jessica, and how she was supposed to be my 'friend'.

She was lying thought her teeth. She had always been a horrible liar, and though I couldn't read her mind, I could read her face; know that her eyes were too wide, her jaw line a little too tight for being completely honest. She may have been telling some of the truth, but I could clearly see that this wasn't what was bothering her.

Liar, liar, pants on fire. I know you too well Bella. The truth.

Her brow furrowed, knowing that I'd caught her in her lie. Her face, probably without her even knowing it, constricted into a slightly pouty expression. She was so beautiful. I couldn't remember the last time I'd wanted to kiss her this badly. Well, actually I could, it had only been a few hours ago…

Later.

I huffed. She was trying to get out of it. By how well I knew her, I could guess that she was racking her brain for ways to escape me later. It wouldn't work.

Promise? You'll tell me what it is later?

She looked at the paper for a moment. Then picked up her blue pen again.

No,

I felt a growl start in my chest, not anger, just frustration. I hated, hated, HATED that I couldn't read her mind. If it could be done without hurting her, I'd simply bang my head against hers until they connected and I could hear her every thought. I glowered at her. Still seeing the same sadness buried deep in her eyes. I could tell that, whatever this was, it was something that really hurt her. Something big. It was absolutely crucial to find out what it was. Maybe if I figured it out, or Bella told me, I would be able to stop it. Just seeing her eyes contain that sadness twisted my heart, knowing that she was hurting because of me.

I let go of the paper, stuffing it back into my folder in case I needed it again. The bell would ring in about 5 minutes, releasing me to gym, and Bella to Trigonometry. I hated that our schedules forced us to part after first period, making me live without her presence until lunch, and then every class up until the last one. I knew that Bella would most likely try to escape someway before I managed to question her, get Alice (who was taking the day off from school to do some shopping) to bring her truck here, or something like that. She probably knew that it wouldn't work, and might try something else, something that (for all I knew) would get her in trouble. I wouldn't put it past her to attempt to walk home, knowing that I wouldn't expect for her to do that.

Maybe if there was a way I could get her out of school before it was actually out? A brilliant brainwave of inspiration struck me and, despite the morbid mood, I cracked a small smile. She would not see this coming.

Bella's POV

The bell rang, finally dismissing us from first period. I walked out quickly, positive that, if I stayed, Edward would attempt to question me. He couldn't find out why I was upset. I wouldn't let him. Every time I wouldn't let him buy me something because I wasn't worth it, he'd get upset, always saying that I didn't see myself at all. The first time that had happened, he'd said I didn't see myself clearly, but he'd figured out that I still thought it anyway, and claimed that I couldn't see myself at all. He was always moody after that.

I don't want him to know, so I'd have to figure out some way to escape before he could get me. I knew that it would be impossible to escape by force, so I racked my brain to figure out how I could fool him. Alice had taken the day off from school today; maybe she'd be willing to bring me my truck? No. Edward could keep up with my truck even without a car. I could walk home. He'd never expect me to do that, but he would also be furious that I'd put myself in danger. As much as I didn't want to talk to him right now, I didn't want him to be angry with me.

All through second period I thought of how to outwit a genius, not listening remotely to anything the teacher had to say. I gazed freely off into space, glad that I sat in the back corner in this room where no one could see me except the teacher, who appeared to be just in her own world as I was; only hers involved large numbers that I really didn't want to think about.

The teacher's school phone rang, a strange-sounding beep, and interrupted her lecture that no one was paying attention to. She huffed, stomping over to it, her math groove evidently interrupted.

"Yes?" she asked grumpily into the phone.

She listened for a moment before nodding (as if the person on the other line could hear it) and setting the phone back in its cradle hanging magically on the wall. I sighed, knowing that it was probably a parent that their child had bribed into letting them miss next period. I'd begun to notice that it happened quite a lot around here.

"Isabella Swan?" The teacher squawked.

Uh-oh.

"Yes, maam?" I returned politely.

"Front office. You're leaving." My eyebrows furrowed, why should I need to leave? Was Charlie okay?

"Did they say the reason?" I asked, trying to hold back the panic in my voice.

"Doctor's appointment." She went back to her math explanation and I picked up my things slowly before walking out the door.

I ambled slowly through the hall, trying to figure out what was going on. I was positive that I didn't have an appointment today, and Charlie didn't seem like the kind of guy to schedule one without telling me.

Eventually I arrived at the front office, and opened the door slowly to see…

Jasper.

He stood there, not really looking at all the ladies that were staring at him surreptitiously; he looked up at my arrival and smiled, telling me with his eyes that nothing was wrong. He could probably feel my worry and dread.

I smiled at the front desk, whose owner was still gaping at Jasper, and walked out with him. As soon as the doors to the front office closed I blurted out,

"Is everyone okay? Charlie?" Jasper smiled slightly, nodding his head at the same time.

"Everyone is fine." He offered no further explanation, just walked over to Edward's Volvo and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Wait a minute. Edward didn't let anyone drive. Especially in his car. Why on earth would he give Jasper the keys? Edward had something to do with this.

Jasper, probably feeling my sudden change in mood said, "Don't tell Edward that I have a copy of his key. He'd kill me. I told him I'd bring my own car, but I think it would be fun to make him walk home." He grinned at me, and my suspicions floated away; disappeared as if they'd never been.

"What's going on? Why are you here?"

"Good to see you too, Bella." He laughed, and my eyes widened in horror.

"I didn't mean-" I started, hoping I didn't offend him.

"No, no, I was kidding. I'm here because Edward called and said something about a note?" He phrased it like a question, as if he was waiting for me to explain.

I stiffened in anger as we got into the car, me slightly furious, and him graceful and elegant. He smoothly started the car, and I ranted in my head.

He was such a cheater! He was going to try to get me to spill my guts to Jasper, and then he'd hear about it later! How could he do that? It didn't make me any happier remembering that Jasper would be able to sense my emotions and influence them. I prayed against hope that truthfulness wasn't an emotion.

Edward's POV

I held perfectly still in the trunk of my Volvo, not making a sound; or even breathing for that matter.

She's quite angry Edward. She knows why I'm here. Jasper's thoughts told me. Through his mind, I could feel Bella's anger and 'quite angry' was a slight understatement. She was furious.

"Yes. There was a note." Bella said, and I could hear the fabric of the seat move as she turned in it, I'm guessing, to look out the window, away from Jasper.

I silently urged Jasper to hit her with a wave of truthfulness, glad that he had been home when I'd called. Jasper was the relative that I knew I could trust with this. He would never even bring it up again if I asked him not to, and since feelings were so much apart of him, he understood why I needed to know, and how to help me.

"Edward said that it upset you. Could you tell me why?" I can feel your eagerness, Edward. I'll only use my gift if I have to. Give her a chance to explain first. I rolled my eyes at Jasper, wishing that he could feel it. Bella would never tell him. He'd have to use his power if he even had a hope of getting an answer out of her. Bella was the most stubborn person I knew; she wouldn't bend easily. If I had to I could just come out and try to 'dazzle' her, but that might not go over too well considering her current mood towards me…

"Yes, it did upset me. Why did Edward call you?"

"Answer for answer?" Jasper proposed, hoping to temp Bella with answers to her own questions. That was stupid.

"No." she said, just as I knew she would. He'd have to do better than that. I was letting him drive my Volvo for goodness sakes; he'd better get something out of her that I wouldn't be able to.

"Bella, you know that I'm just looking out for Edward. Just as he's looking out for you. He loves you Bella. So much. He saw the pain in your eyes and it broke his heart. Can you please at least tell me what it is? I promise I won't repeat a word of what you say to Edward; I'll just tell him to either continue to obsess over it, or not to worry. Please?" Jasper was good! This might actually be enough to get Bella to tell him. I hoped so. But I felt a wave of truthfulness sweep over me and grinned. He was using his power. There was no way Bella could hold out now.

"Well, you see…" She started, and I could feel my excitement level rise to bursting. I hoped Jasper felt it.

Bella's POV

"Well, you see…" I started; I could trust Jasper, right? I looked at his face to be sure and saw his eyes dart to the back of the car with a small smile on his face. He probably didn't mean for me to see it, but when I turned slightly to see if he saw something, I saw the empty backseat and all of his words hit me.

'I won't repeat a word you say to Edward'

When you added all of them together, plus Jasper's unwillingness to lie to those close to him, you only came up with one thing.

Edward was here. Or nearby anyways, where he could hear every word. Jasper would never break his word like that, and Edward was too nosey to let someone else find out something he didn't know. I fought to hold in another stab of anger, but I'm pretty sure Jasper felt it, due to the furrowing of his marble eyebrows.

"I can't believe I'm telling you this…" I ad-libbed; trying to make it sound like the anger had been at me, instead of my truth-seeking true love.

He smiled encouragingly and I felt another wave of trust wash over me, and now that I knew it was coming, I recognized it. Traitor. He was using his ability to trick me into telling him. What should I do? I could tell him the jig is up, that I knew? Or…I could attempt to make up another brilliant lie. I loved the second option. Edward had to know that he, and he alone was the only one who could trick me into spilling my guts. Maybe if I said…

Edward's POV

I waited eagerly for Bella's answer, hoping that she hadn't changed her mind. Jasper had been worried when she'd suddenly gotten angry, but told me that he thought her explanation was the truth.

Bella's sigh echoed in my ears from the front seat. "You promise not to tell Edward anything I say?" she clarified. She was really going to tell!

"Yes." Jasper said solemnly. He'd only agreed to say these things because he really wouldn't repeat a word to me; I'd hear it all myself.

"Okay." Bella said softly.

HEHEHE! Am I evil, or am I evil? Leaving you hanging like this. Sorry about the length. I didn't realize how long it was until I finished it.

Please review if you liked! I don't usually write too much like this, so I'm a little insecure…

As I said, this was ooey gooey love stuff, but the next one will be Bella getting revenge AGAIN. (Which will be slightly amusing.)