Hey people, I'm back! And feeling better than ever. Since I started to concentrate more on my writing in school, I started to get a new kind of inspiration. The kind where you don't ever want to quit and loose. Trust me; it's a great feeling to have. Anyways, I really want to give you guys' earlier updates for the chapters...so from now on...I'll be working late at night to type up my ideas. I'm just happy that my parents are actually letting me do this so I'm dedicating this for them. Because without their permissions, it would take my longer than expected to continue this story. So please review my story for all the hard work I put into this chapter and I really hope you will all enjoy it like the others.

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Chapter 3. In the moment.

(BELLA POV):

Saying that I was pissed right now was the understatement of the year. Jasper just had to be the idiot and yell my name out loud so that Mr. Player can hear it. Imbecile. Plus, he ditches me and escapes from here, leaving me behind. To be honest, I'm happy they left. Not be rude and all, but Miss Cheerleader was starting to get on my last nerves. It wouldn't have been long before I jumped on her desk and strangled the living daylights out of her. The only down side to all of this was that Edward Masen stayed here. Why? I have no clue. Maybe he enjoyed disturbing me while I'm in my own little world.

I know, I know. Some girls would kill their own grandmother just to have one night with the majesty himself. But me, I'd truly rather live on the streets. Don't get me wrong, he's obviously handsome with his unique bronze hair and sparkling emerald eyes, yet, his brain and heart needs A LOT of work.

Edward Masen wasn't just a typical player; he's one of the few people that took his game to the next level. He even arrived to junior prom with three girls on his arms. Let's just say that the evening was entertaining for some and humorous. Some guy even taped it and added it on the school's website. How they hacked in? I don't know.

For the time being, I pushed Masen completely out of my mind and concentrate on of Shakespeare's masterpieces...Romeo and Juliette.

SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO
ROMEO
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

JULIET appears above at a window

ROMEO:
But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET:
Ay me!

ROMEO:
She speaks:
O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art-

"What you reading there?" A velvet voice suddenly spoke.

I looked up and meet Edward Masen's eyes. Not bothering to speak to him, I looked back down at my book to finish the rest of the scene. But not before being interrupted from my thought again.

"Silent type, aren't we?" Slowly, he walked over and sat on the desk in front of me, still studying my expressions. I guess I amuse him. "I bet it sucks." He finished by searching in my eyes for any kind of reaction. Like I said before, he's not worth my time.

This time, Edward bent down to look at the cover of my book and snorted. That struck a nerve. "I was right. It does suck." The second he finished that comment, I was infuriated. How dare he?! Romeo and Juliette is a classic! It's one of my favourite plays and my...mother's. Now, I guess the better meaning would be 'used to'.

"What are you talking about?! Romeo and Juliette is one the greatest timeless love stories. It's got everything a love story truly needs to make it passionate and exciting. Romeo and Juliette were both soul mates and risked everything to be with each other." I yelled to get my point through his thick head.

His response to my outburst was a smirk and a scoff. "Please. They were both idiots. The thought they were soul mates. And like you mentioned, they risked everything, especially the lives and happiness of others. That the lowest act of selfishness I've ever read about. Both of them were idiots." He ended with another smirk.

"And you would know that because you've never been selfish in your entire life. Let me tell you, though. You broke every girl's heart at this school for your own enjoyment. Hell, I doubt it's only the girls from this school that you use. So how about you learn something about Romeo himself before you make yourself seem like a saint to everyone."

My eyes were still locked in Masen's furious ones. He didn't look happy at all. I was waiting for his shouting, yet, it never came. I was about to look away when I heard him apologize in a small voice. I gave him a look of surprise and confusion.

"What did you say?" I asked being bewildered.

He sighed. "I said I'm sorry. Look, I didn't want to get on your nerves. I only wanted to get a reaction out of you. Even you have to admit that it's not nice being ignored." He finished his statement by giving out a mock of sadness.

I raised an eyebrow questionably. "Should I?"

For a second, he looked regretful once again. "God, I'm an idiot. I'm sorry. I was j- you know what? How about we start over? I know that it sounds weird coming from me."

I pondered over the idea for a minute and decided. Whatever. It's not like I have anyone else to talk to. And it's not like we'll ever talk again. He won't even notice me on Monday.

"Fine. Hi. My name is Bella Swan. Short for I-Isabella." I stuttered at the mention of my full name. That's what my mother called me when she was still...alive.

"Well hello, Bella. My name is Edward Masen. A pleasure to meet you." Edward suddenly reaches to take my hand and kissed it softly. That gesture made me blush.

Whoa! Blush? Where are your senses, Bella? I schooled myself mentally.

"So..?" I asked awkwardly, looking around the classroom. Trying not to meet his dazzling eyes ag- What? Dazzling eyes, too? I MUST be losing my mind.

"How about we play 20 questions?"

My head snapped back toward the direction of his voice. I was surprised. He wanted to play 20 questions?

"Why?"

"Well, it would give me an inside look of your mysterious mind." He gave me his killing crooked smile whish made me swoon and blush on the spot. Damn it!

"Sure." I replied shyly. I don't know why I agreed to play this stupid game. Who would want to get to know me better? I was a nobody. An outcast. Hell, he might use what I tell him against me, someday. Yet, I wanted to talk to him, as weird as that sounds. Even if I can't admit it to myself, I wanted to know him.

What am I getting myself into?

(EDWARD POV)

20 questions? I asked her if she wanted to play 20 questions? Great, Masen. You haven't even known the girl for more than an hour and she's already making you act like an idiot.

And it was true. How can a girl just make me forget all my thoughts and make me look totally stupid? Well, I've got the answer. And it's Bella Swan. I don't know why, what or how? But, apparently, I wanted- no needed to know more about her. She's like this puzzle I keep trying to solve. I figured after years of being with a different girl every day it would make me understand more about her.

Yet, it didn't.

I could tell she was different the moment I saw her reading her book.

She's not a fake blonde or blonde at all. She didn't throw herself at me. She completely ignored me. She cared more about reading then talking to me. She had browns eyes that kept inviting me in into her soul, her beauty was perfectly natural, and she had no makeup visible on her face and... She's the only girl that turned me down without a greeting.

Basically, she's the reason I suggested this stupid game. I just hope she'll answer everything.

"Okay, then I'll go first." I suggested, making her more comfortable. "What's your favourite color?" I lamely asked.

I looked at her and noticed that she was trying to hide the smile that was forming on her lips.

"What's my favourite...color? Are you serious, Masen?" Now I could tell she was really trying not to get thrown into a fit of giggles.

"Yes, Swan. What's your favourite color?"

"Ohhhh. That's hard." She teased me. "I'll have to say...mmm...brown." She answered simply.

I arched one of my eyebrows in question.

"Why brown? Aren't girls supposed to love pink or red?" I playfully asked her.

"Once again wrong I see." She shook her head in amusement. "I'm not your typical girl. To tell you the truth, pink makes me want to puke my guts out. It's such a vibrant color that it makes me sick. And brown? I picked it because...brown is warm and soft. It's calming."

I had to give that girl some credit; she really knew how to make that person think. Also, she didn't answer the question stupidly, even if the question it's self was simple. She actually thought about it and had a descent answer.

I narrowed my eyes into hers and commented on what she said about the color brown.

"You're right. Brown is warm." I whispered which made her blush a beautiful crimson before it dies down.

"My turn." She muttered. "Okay, well, what's your most embarrassing moment?" She asked with suck a fake tone it made me laugh.

"What? I seriously don't know what to ask." She tried to defend herself, but it was cut short by her own little cute laugh.

"Fine. Ummm...oh, I got it. There was this one time, in the fourth grade where I had this crush on this teacher, right? So I decided to impress her by showing her my dance moves. Just in the middle of it, McCarthy spilled some Pepsi on the floor. Because of his spill, it made me rip my pants and show my underwear to everyone in the class before I even hit the floor. I'm happy people forgot until I reached the sixth grade or else I wouldn't doubt the guys would make fun of me." I told her the honest truth. To my utter surprise, she gave me a small smile and nods her head like she...understood?

"I can't believe you had a crush on Mrs. Costa. If I remember correctly, she was married." She admitted what she knew and still wore that smile.

"Wait. How did you know my teacher was Mrs. Costa?" To tell you the truth, I thought Bella was some new student. I have never noticed her before. If I did, I would be sure that I would remember.

"I guess I don't blame you for not knowing me. From then I wasn't really into socializing. Ugh...what I'm going to tell you now will never leave this room. Got it?"

I gave her a nod.

She sighed. "I used to be friends with Jessica Stanley, Tanya Denali and Lauren Mallory."

I felt my eyes widen in disbelief. Bella used to hang out with them?

As if she was reading my mind, she answered. "I know, I know. Shocking. I still can't believe it. Seriously? What was I thinking of hanging out with them. Luckily, I noticed the change in all of them before they sucked me back into their group or I would never forgive myself. Jessica was way to controlling, Tanya talks to much bullshit and Lauren is evil at heart, just give her someone to hate and she'll make life miserable. What made them like that, I have no clue. When I look at them now, they are a bunch of selfish sluts that have some kind of mission in life to ruin people's lives by destroying their relationships, crashing their confidence and make sure that everyone will turn their backs on them. It's plain cruel." She ended, her eyes turning a little darker then before but it just made her even cuter.

"Now that that's out of the way, it's my turn then. Okay...well, what's your favourite movie actor?"

"Leonardo DiCaprio, no doubt about it."

"Let me guess, because he is 'insanely handsome.'" For a moment, I was a little mad. Was this jealousy?

"No, it because he he's a great actor and when you concentrate on him in the role he is playing, you'll feel all this emotion and like he's talking to you." She explained with a hint of daze. "And, he's handsome."

I rolled my eyes. "You're up."

"Sure. Did you ever travel?"

I smiled at this question. "Yes, I have actually. I've been to places. I've actually went to France last year for summer break. It was great. The girls aren't too bad to look at either." I smiled some more until as saw a small fleck of sadness pass in Bella's eyes. Was she hurt by my comment on girls? Nah.

To change the subject, I used my turn quickly. "Okay," I coughed. "So, what's your favourite place in Forks?"

"Oh, well, um. When I was six... my m-mom took me hiking. Now I know what you're thinking. Who would take a six year old hiking? Well, my mom did. Anyway, just when we were about to leave, we ended up walking into a beautiful meadow. The sun was shining brightly up in the sky. Not one cloud, which was unusual for a town like forks. When I said a beautiful meadow, I really did men it. Flowers were everywhere; you would also see birds and butterflies flying around. What made it special was that my mom was the one who spent the experience with me. I couldn't have picked anyone better." She sadly laughed. "It was too bad that we never had another chance to go again. It was beyond amazing. I think my dad tried to find it for us, but couldn't come across the path either. Well, all I can say now is that I'm lucky to have that memory. She was my best friend."

The whole time, I was amazed on how a person would talk to so lovingly about her mother. Usually, some teenage girls would curse their parents to the pits of the earth. Yet, Bella spoke freely like her mom wasn't here anymore...And that's when I paid attention when she said 'was' her best friend.

"It sounds wonderful. But was did you mean 'was'?" I asked, hoping I didn't push her into anything she didn't want to do.

She took a deep breath and hunched her shoulders forward a little. "My mother... passed away not too long ago." I tear rolled down her cheek and I just couldn't stop my heart from seeing her so hurt. To be totally honest, the same thing happened to me. Only, I lost both of them.

"I'm terribly sorry." And I meant it.

She took one shaky breath and the corners of her lips twitched. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Things happen. Sometimes for no reason at all. And this is one of them."

"Yeah, I know what you mean..." I muttered to myself. I didn't expect her to hear my but she did.

"How?"

"My parents died when I was really young."

"I'm sorry." She gasped.

I shook my head in disagreement. "Like you said it yourself. Things happen. It was all an accident. I was seven at the time when they passed away. They were talking a walk in the park when it happened. Some...psycho...shot them both before he fled. I still remember how the night was spent, clearly. My aunt, Esme, was baby-sitting me when they were gone. Suddenly, the phone rang, and when she answered, her cries and sobs where everywhere in the house. Since then, her and her husband, Carlisle, have been looking after me. Esme felt that Chicago was too much for her too bear, so we moved to Seattle...for a new beginning. Esme felt like Seattle was too big of a city so she decided to move once again, but to Forks. Once and a while, Carlisle will be working two jobs and Esme would leave me by myself so when he goes to Seattle, she'll go with him. That plan started two years ago. No one knows that I'm technically adopted, so I don't talk much about my home life. But, I guess you know now." I ended and looked back at her.

Bella big brown eyes turned to sorrow, only this time; it was because of my story.

I don't know why I suddenly decided to tell Bella all of this. Mostly, I'm starting to think it's because I trusted her completely or because I felt sorry on her loss. But I'm pretty sure it was the first one. For some reason, I had this feeling that was telling me that I can trust Bella with anything. Whatever it was something huge or the smallest detail. Again. How the hell can a girl make me feel this way? Easy, she's the only one that actually held up a good conversation without using words resembling 'like' or 'OMG' and she definitely didn't speak in a squeaky high-strung voice. Her voice was more like a sweet melody.

Coming back from my thoughts, I noticed that I was slowly leaning towards her and both our breaths turned shallow.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." She whispered when my lips were a couple of inches away from hers.

"Good." I whispered back just when I was about to...

CRASH!

Our heads snapped to the direction of the crash but we didn't really pay attention to what happened. Not to feel any awkwardness, I quickly leaned back into the seat in front of Bella's. I was trying to calm my heart down when I noticed that Bella was doing the same thing.

At least I know I had some effect on her, too.

That's when my thoughts turned back to the crash. As if Bella was reading my mind, we both got up and saw that Alice Brandon was sitting on the floor grinning like an idiot and said, "That. Was. AWESOME!"

She finally looked up to us and her eyes widened.

"Uhhh...I mean...oops?"

I know you guys must TOTALLY hate me for ruining Bella and Edward's moment. But, technically, Alice did it...so blame her. LOL! I just wanted to say that the reason I didn't do Bella and Edward's kiss now was because I felt that it was too soon. Even though the moment seemed kind of perfect. I'm sorry. I really am. But the kiss WILL happen. Eventually...

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-WW101