Wazzup my ppl! lol. i'm feeling gangsta tonight... or tired, i can't differentiate between those two. Anyway, here's Chapter 4 for you! Thank you for all the lovely ppl that left me a review, it encourages me to get the wheels of my brain to work. I'm working on chapter 5, and will probably be ready for tomorrow night. Or by friday around 11 or 12, during fourth period i have the chance to upload it, so yeah!... Oh! and i have been forgetting to put a disclaimer. so here it goes:

Disclaimer: This characters are not of my creating, i'm just merely playing with their names and situations. They belong to the wonderful Stephenye Meyer.

Chapter 4

Bella's POV

I drew a deep breath that filled my lungs with cold air. Who is this Edward Cullen? His name sounds strangely familiar… I'd have to ask around. I turned around and sneaked in the ballroom again and acted as if nothing happened before, but I was scanning the faces looking for Edward, but just caught a glimpse of Jacob talking to Jessica. I checked my reflection in one of the mirrors that hung in the walls to see if my face was puffy from crying, and was satisfied when I saw that my make up was intact.

I tried to clear my mind, but my thoughts kept going on the same way, towards Edward Cullen.

Was he even real or just a product of my imagination in an attempt to escape from marriage? No, I had felt his soft lips on my hand just moments ago. And his warm embrace… that had to be real, unless I had a very creative imagination. I kept scanning the room, and was only interrupted by a hard hand on my shoulder.

"Looking for me Princess?" Jacob asked with a smirk on his face.

"No" I replied with an indifferent tone, the truth was that I cared less about him than I cared for Edward, and that being that I met Edward just a few minutes ago. What was this warm feeling I had every time I thought about his smile?

"Aren't you happy because you will be my wife very soon?" he asked.

I thought in a way on how to phrase the proper words, "you know, I went over and over this in my head for months, and the sole thought of marriage makes me shudder, but what makes it worst, is that is you who I'm marrying."

His warm gaze suddenly turned hard and cold, full of pure hate. He took my elbow in a firm grip and forced me to a corner of the room.

"I could care less what you think of me," he hissed through his teeth, "but you will honor me, you will be mine, very soon, so you better get used to the idea."

He let go of my elbow and I fought with tears that were dwelling up behind my eyelids.

He put a finger in front of me, "understood?" he said with a very clenched jaw, it looked like his teeth wouldn't hold the pressure anymore.

I managed to nod, and croaked with a raspy voice, "where's my mother?"

He motioned his arm to where she was. She was deep in conversation with some of her friends. I started to walk away from him towards mother, and he caught my wrist in a very strong grip.

"Don't you even think of mentioning this to anyone," He said with pure hatred in his voice.

His face suddenly shifted again, and putting a playful grin on his face said, "Now love, you can go to your mother."

I wondered what had made that sudden change, when I turned around to see Edward in front of me looking down at us.

He eyes Jacob for a second, and then he put the force of his eyes on me.

"Excuse me Princess, may I have a word with you?" he asked in a very sweet and melodic voice, pleasant to my ears.

"Yes, please" and I left Jacob's side to follow Edward. In the bright light of the room his bronze hair looked like golden thread, in perfect disarray.

He led the way towards the garden again, I assumed I had a few more minutes because my mom was still very excited talking. I was still fighting the tears when we got out.

Then, it hit me, like a cold brick in my forehead. Cullen… English… his family is Cullen. No! I couldn't believe it, he couldn't be one of them, could he? This time a warm tear escaped and ran down my cheek.

He stared into my eyes for a while, lifted his fingers and wiped away my tear, and finally said, "By the look in your face you must already know who I am; or Jacob mistreated you very badly in there; however, I want to put our families aside and see if we can be friends."

A perfect grin lightened his face, and it dazzled me, clearing my head of coherent thoughts.

He must have seen the look of confusion and blankness in my eyes, because he asked, "Bella? Are you okay?"

The weight of all these days came crashing down my shoulders, and a heavy stupor came over me, making me numb, suddenly I couldn't feel my legs, and then the rest of my body, everything just got numb, until the point where everything went black.