A/N I'm really surprised that people actually like this story, because the main character has become a complete screw up. The only thing I don't like is that Jacob's not in it, but I don't think he really fits in right now. The whole Edward-Bella-Jacob love triangle (or rather love line, because Edward and Jacob aren't in love) thing is too irritating to write.

The car was coming so fast that I barely had time to see it, let alone get out of its way. Something slammed me to the ground, and I closed my eyes, expecting the whole life flashing before my eyes thing to start.

It didn't. And as I laid there, it became apparent that it hadn't been the van that had hit me. It had been a person, whose arms were now wrapped around me protectively. I opened my eyes to see two things.

The first one was the bumper of a green van, barely three inches in front of my nose.

The second thing, which was much more shocking, was him. Edward. He was looking at me, and said, completely sincerely,

"I care."

"How did you get there?" I asked him. He helped me to my feet. My ankle gave a painful twinge, and I would have fallen if he hadn't caught me.

"I was standing right next to you."

"You were in the car, Edward." I insisted.

"No, Bella." He insisted, staring directly into my eyes as if that action alone could convince me.

"But-"

Someone came running towards us, and I couldn't tell who it was until they started speaking. It was the principle.

"Mr. Cullen, let her sit down, for heaven's sake." She instructed, "We called an ambulance."

I dreaded hospitals. Absolutely dreaded them. Not because I was scared of needles or anything. I was scared of blood tests. Blood tests revealed whether you were on drugs. Luckily, there wasn't a scratch on me, and the only thing wrong with me was my ankle, which was Ace bandaged before I was sent home.

Charlie had told Renee, who was in hysterics, because she though it had been intentional. When I got in Charlie's cruiser, he looked at me guiltily, then handed me a cell phone. Renee's voice shouted out of it.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"I was wondering why the car was going so fast in the school parking lot."

"BELLA!"

"It was an accident, Mom. I'm not suicidal."

She took a deep breath. "Bella. If you ever scare me like that again-"

"I won't. I'm fine, I promise."

I snapped the phone shut and handed it back to Charlie, who spent the entire ride home apologizing. As a sign of his regret, he ordered pizza that night, meaning that I wouldn't have to cook. I ended up going to bed ridiculously early, completely exhausted from the day's events.

I was having even more trouble sleeping tonight. I was still having the dreams about the golden-haired boy, who I now knew was Edward, and they were unsettling. I woke up from the dream, shaking, and for a moment, thought I was still asleep, because he was there, just outside my window, watching me pensively.

I crossed the room, watching the shock register on his face, and threw open the window.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Hello, Bella." He said, just as if we were at school instead of my house at three in the morning.

"Hello? That's it? Want to explain what you're doing here?"

"Not really."

"I'll scream."

"That won't do anything. It'll just make Charlie think you're crazy." He warned.

I screamed anyway. Edward dropped down, onto the lawn, and disappeared faster than humanly possible.

Charlie burst into the room, bathrobe pulled around him.

"What's wrong?"

"There was a guy. Outside my window."

He stared out the window, but saw nothing.

"Bella. Nobody's there. Close your window. I'm going back to bed."

After the door had closed behind him, I stomped my foot, muttering, "Stupid hot guy."

I didn't sleep the rest of the night, worried that the 'stupid hot guy' would show up again. The lack of sleep did nothing to help my exhausted, drug-deprived body, and I was barely able to get dressed the next morning.

I went out to start my car, but once again, it didn't work. In the excitement of yesterday, I'd forgotten to mention my car trouble to Charlie. I kicked the tire and started walking. If Edward showed up, I was going to punch him.

But when I got to school half an hour later, his car wasn't in the parking lot. I didn't see him at lunch either, although the rest of them were there. I went over to the table, sat down, and confronted Alice.

"Where is he?"

She shrugged.

"You know where he is, and I need to talk to him. Now."

"Bella-"

"Don't 'Bella' me. You don't even know me, Alice Cullen. I need to talk to Edward."

"Listen," Emmett said, leaning across the table, "Ed's not going to tell you anything, so it's not really worth your time."

"He owes me." I growled.

"Actually," Jasper said, "you owe him. He saved your life, remember?"

"He was outside my room watching me in the middle of the night. I didn't call the authorities-okay, so I did scream, and Charlie came, but that doesn't really count.

All of them stared at me.

"He what?" Alice squeaked.

The bell rang overhead, and we all left for our next class, Alice muttering, "I can't believe I didn't see this."

He showed up about halfway through Biology, excuse note in hand. He gave it to the teacher and sat down next to me, slipping me a folded piece of notebook paper.

Sorry, it said.

Edward, what the heck is your freakin' problem? Explain what you were doing; don't just say sorry.

I handed it back to him.

I really don't have an explanation…Alice is going to kill me now, which seems to be what you want, and I did save your life, so can we just call it even?

I gave him a look.

So you were watching me for no reason.

Um…yeah.

Have you ever been arrested?

When he read that, his shoulders started shaking with laughter. He put the note into his pocket and pretended to be fascinated by the pictures of cells we were being shown.

After class, right outside the room, I confronted him.

"I deserve an explanation." I hissed.

"You're not going to get one."

"There's no way you could have saved me. You were forty feet away, inside a car, and within half a second, you were next to me. Then watching me in the middle of the night…Edward, who are you?"

"That's not the right question." He muttered, walking away from me.

A/N So, in case you didn't catch it, the right question is 'what are you.' I kept laughing when I was writing this chapter. I can just see the look on Bella's face when she sees Edward at her window.