I couldn't concentrate at school AT ALL. Jessica knew something was wrong. I swear she knows me too well for her own good. I didn't want to tell her, but she got it out of me somehow.
She gave me a well deserved hug. "Dude, that's rough." She said. I looked at her wide eyed, and as soon as we caught each other's eye we both burst out laughing. Jessica is awesome. I think she's the person most like me in the entire WORLD.
But even she couldn't cheer me up completely. Edward was niggling at the back of my mind. Why would he lie like that? Why was he so obsessed?
Why is Jessica in all my lessons? Every time I zoned out to think about the situation at hand logically, she'd wink at me and go "Fantasizing about Mr Dawson, eh?" What's her issue about me and Mr Dawson? I don't even... Mr Dawson isn't... Look, I don't fancy Mr Dawson. I don't know why everyone thinks I do. Then again, I don't know why everyone thinks I'm a slut either. Guess, its just one of those things.
Jessica kept nudging me all through the drama lesson, making eyes at me that clearly implied me in some sort of sexual encounter with Mr Dawson. Whatever. I changed the subject by distracting her with Greenday and Panic! At the Disco. She loved talking about them, because not many people know who they are. I don't particularly like them. They're alright.
I waited for Jessica by her locker. She needed to pick up her biology book for some homework. I wondered if I should do the homework too...but then forgot about it. Its because I waited for her that I got last pick of seats on the bus. Which left me sitting next to Edward.
Thank God we sat in a two-seater. Because if we had been sitting at the back like usual, shit would've got awkward... More awkward. God knows, we needed the privacy.
Edward turned his back to the rest of the bus, trapping me in between the window, him and the seats in front and behind us. Dammit. He looked straight into my eyes. Double dammit.
"Rose..." he started. I raised one eyebrow at him, questioningly. "Rose... Why did you lie about sleeping with me?" I held my breath , until I realised that I could not, in fact, survive without breathing.
"I wasn't lying, Edward. Just let it GO. Nothing happened." It was a statement, but when I said it, it sounded more like a question. Edward looked away. He looked like he might start crying. Manipulative bastard. God, why was he so emotional. Hormones? Has he reached the 'Man-opause'? But as soon as I started to feel a single ounce of empathy for him, Edward turned back to face me and literally spat at me: "Slut!"
I sat back. I didn't even have the words to say. I was so angry, that i was eerily calm. And hurt. Edward looked about as shocked as I felt.
"I'm sorry." He couldn't even look me in the eye. "Its just that... you really don't remember?" He looked straight ahead, at the back of the seat in front of us. I was so confused.
"Edward, nothing happened. God, it was a bet. I'll even PAY you if you SHUT UP about it! Just shut up about it." I don't know why, but my heart was racing. Like I was about to jump off a cliff. That stressful feeling. I didn't like it. That was when Edward managed to look at me.
"Look, Rose. This isn't about a bet. It's about US. " Ok, so now I'm REALLY confused. I wasn't aware of an 'us'. I opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what. Edward ran his fingers through his hair.
"No, Rose it happened. I'll make you BELIEVE it happened. And I have proof." I looked at him incredulously.
"You can't possibly have proof. What proof!" I wasn't expecting him to answer, but he did.
"I videoed it."