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"Hey," Edward said with a nervous smile. I stared at him. He made himself comfortable in the seat across from me.

"What are you doing over here?" I asked a bit sharper than I intended. With a brief glance over at his friends I could tell they were just as confused as I was. They stared at us with wide eyes and whispered to each other.

"I…we need to talk about the project," he said. Of course, what else.

"Now?" I asked.

"We don't really get many chances to speak," he said leaning in a bit. A grin flickered on his face for a moment before it went back to just a straight line.

"Edward," his grin flickered back, "we have almost all the same classes. That seems like a lot of chances." His grin went away again and he leaned back.

"Yeah, but… you just always…" It seemed like he was struggling with his words.

"What?" I said.

"You…can I come over to your house later? I can explain then. I can explain everything," He looked straight in my eyes. His gaze was so intense. It reminded me of the other day in math. I couldn't look away. I was literally getting dizzy.

I had to look away. My gaze reached Jessica. She was glaring daggers at me with pursed lips. I gulped.

"Explain what?" I asked him as I still watched Jessica. It seemed like every word I said would make her eyes narrow until they were almost so close it looked like she sucked a lemon.

"Explain our misconceived relationship," he said. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What do you mean by misconceived relationship?" I asked a bit sourly. I think I understood our relationship pretty damn well.

"I mean it exactly how I want it to mean. Like I said, I could explain it more later. Please, just let me come over today. Or you could come over to my house today. I'm just…it's time to fess up," he mumbled the last part. I'm sure I wasn't meant to hear it and I was more curious now than ever before.

"We don't get along Edward, why would I want you in my house?" I asked him.

"Just let me explain," he said.

"Alright Edward," I told him. His eyes lit up, "you can come over today and explain what the hell you are talking about. Maybe we can get some work done too. The sooner this is over, the better," he nodded, smiling and got up.

"Do you know where I live?" I asked him. He hesitated.

"No…" I asked if he had a pen and he pulled one out of his jeans. That fit really snug on his body…I shook myself out of a mini- daydream and wrote my address on his hand. It was really warm and slightly sweaty, like he was nervous. I'm sure he was only nervous because he had to talk to me in front of the whole cafeteria. Poor baby. When I looked up he was staring at me. I looked back. I was once again sucked in by his stare.

"I'll see you later then," he said but didn't move. I realized I still had his hand in mine and I released it.

"You do know I have next hour with you," I replied. He nodded.

"Yeah…that's what I meant," I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah," I said. Just then the bell rang. I looked around and found the kids in the cafeteria departing.

"Do you…" Edward started to say, "Would you mind if I wa-" I cut him off.

"Look Edward, I have to go to my locker and it's all the way on the other side of the school. See you later," I said as I raced to my locker. That was the best escape attempt I had. Edward was going to say some pathetic excuse to leave anyway. I felt less pathetic myself if I was the one to leave first. When I got to my locker everything came rushing back. What if this whole coming to my house thing was a dare? I mean, it could be a dare from anyone. His friends might have looked surprised but it was a thought.

I was still alone too. Jessica wasn't there to meet me. I could visualize her glares in my head. They were so real. She was really hung up on Edward.

I got to my next class just in time. Edward was already sitting on his stool. He watched me come in and smiled a bit. It was a bit weird but he had been weird all week. I was starting to think he was on drugs. I sat in my seat and avoided him. He didn't say anything.

Soon school was over and I went over to my red truck. I saw Edward walk to his shiny silver Volvo and Jessica was trailing behind. I was sort of interest to see what would happen so I got in my car and watched.

Jessica was saying something to him and he looked confused for a moment before an understanding look crossed his face as he placed his hands on her bare arms. He said something to her and her face turned to hurt. He said something else and she began to cry. I could see what he was saying made him feel bad. I wondered if he just told her he didn't date. I mean, I had never really seen him with a girlfriend. Either he had a long distant one or he was gay.

Jessica put her head down and walked away. I tore my gaze before I was caught staring by Edward who was scanning the parking lot. I started my car which made a loud growling noise and pulled out of the parking lot.

When I made it home I first started my homework. I knew Edward would be around in a while. I tried hard not to concentrate on that. I mean, Edward was coming to my house. Edward. Edward Cullen. We didn't like each other. I kept thinking over what he said. He had something to tell me…but how important?

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I looked out front window and saw Edward's Volvo parked neatly behind mine. I wasn't surprised I didn't hear him pull up. His car was as silent as a lamb.

I walked to the door and opened it, seeing Edward with his hand poised, about to knock again.

"Hi," he breathed with a nervous smile. I nodded and moved so he could come in. His wild bronze hair was everywhere like he had been running his hands through it for hours.

The atmosphere was tense as we stood in the kitchen. His gaze was everywhere and he wouldn't look at me. I almost snorted.

"Didn't you have something to explain Edward?" I asked as I crossed my arms and leaned on one hip. He sighed and finally looked at me.

"Can we sit down Bella?" he asked. I nodded and led him to my couch. He sat down and ran a hand through his hair.

"Spit it Cullen. You look like you're about to tell me you killed my cat," I teased trying to ease the tension. He looked like he needed it. Though, my attempt didn't seem to help.

"Look Bella, I'm sort of here to apologize. For everything. I know that we got off on the wrong foot and that's my fault. I was the one who was mean to you first. I was the one who avoided you. I want you to forgive me, please?" Edward grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes pleadingly. I didn't know what to say though. He just apologized. That was…noble? Brave? I couldn't believe Edward actually was apologizing. I knew he was a 'sweet gentleman' but this took the cake in my books.

"Um, of course Edward. I want to apologize too I was a pretty big bitch to you," I said pulling my hand away. That was a bit too close for me.

"But why are you telling me this now?" Edward looked down and took a deep breath. He looked way more nervous than he had before and it was kind of worrying me.

"Bella…since the first moment I saw you I thought you were beautiful. I wanted to get to know you but you were hanging out with Jessica. I understood because the rest of the girls in school are fake," he shook his head with a snort, "I know Jessica has a thing for me. She talks about it all the time and it gets quite annoying. But then she was telling it to you when you first got here and the way you looked at me…with no interest at all…" Edward looked up at my face and moved closer to me. I was starting to get more worried.

"Bella, I was all set on proving you wrong. That I'm not like all the other guys in school. I have a heart, and a personality. I was going to prove you wrong but then wrong things happened in the wrong times. I know I must have sounded rude and inconsiderate," he shook his head. I had an idea what he was getting at but I was hesitant to know. There was no way that he would ever feel that way.

"You called me kid Edward," I told him in a low, unbelieving voice. He shook his head and sighed, rubbing his eye.

"I know, but I didn't know it was you. I thought it was someone else tripping on your stool. It brought me out of a wonderful daydream," he said.

"About what?"

"About you," he looked at me under his eyelashes and my heart sped up a bit. My senses came back to me quick though and I pulled away from him. I realized just how close he had been.

"Edward, even to someone else that is a mean thing to say!"

"I know," he said sadly, "I tried to ignore you, since you were ignoring me. It was my stubbornness I guess. I-I didn't stop liking you Bella. I even tried getting you jealous! Always talking to Jessica in class, making it look like I was staring at her but really you-" I cut him off.

"Well that got you far," I told him sarcastically. He laughed humorlessly.

"Yeah, once Jessica started wearing that clothing, changing, and rubbing herself all over me I knew I had to go after you soon," he said.

"So you stared at me from afar," I nodded. This was starting to make sense. Not the way I wanted it to be but at least I wasn't confused anymore.

"I saw you sitting alone today Bella," he said quietly, "it broke my heart. You don't deserve to be alone because you're the only one different; the only one smart and actually funny." As he spoke he slowly got closer to my face. I didn't know what he was going to do. Was he going to kiss me? I found out soon.

"Bella, give me a chance," he whispered into my lips. His hand cupped my face, pushing back my hair while the other resided on my waist.

Then he said the words that snapped me out of it.

"I love you," he breathed as he went in for the kill. I pulled back before he could, jumping off the couch completely. Edward looked at me a bit dazed and hurt.

"Edward, you don't love me," I said firmly.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure I do," he told me just as firm.

"Edward, you know nothing about me! You can't love me," I said. Edward stood up slowly and walked over to me. He grasped my elbows.

"But I do. I've never felt this way before Bella. I'm absolutely positive I love you," he looked square in my eyes. I didn't want to believe him. I didn't like him like that.

"You can't love me Edward when you don't know me," I told him slowly. He sighed and released one of my elbows so he could pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I know you Bella-"

"Edward! No you don't! Today was the longest conversation we had without fighting and yet here we are. Fighting. Edward, you've got to realize what you feel isn't love. Ignoring me and staring at me does not create love. You have to get to know a person, talk to them. I'm sorry Edward," I shook my head. My voice was soft and apologetic. He just didn't understand. Edward was acting like a little boy about this. All confused.

Edward thought for a moment before bringing his gaze to mine. He said in a very determined voice, "then I'll just have to get to know you." He kissed my cheek briefly and left. I was stunned to say the least. I think I stood there in the same position until my dad came home. And that was an hour later.

I kept going over what Edward said in my head. He was a little bit kookoo for cocoa puffs, thinking he loved me. Sure, I was flustered. It's not every day someone tells you they're in love with you. I knew he was just misguided though. He didn't know me. Almost not at all.

I was just surprised the lengths he went the next day to prove it.

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