(((I picked a flower and started pulling of the petals, I'd pick one and say 'he loves me' I'd pick off another and say 'he loves me not', I'd pick of a third and say 'I own Twilight', for the fourth I picked, I stated 'I don't own Twilight'. This cycle continued until I ran out of petals. It turns out that I don't own Twilight, but I already knew that.)))

"So," I started, not sure what to say. It was a slightly awkward silence. I hate those. I never know what to do!

"So," he repeated, "Does driving fast not bother you?"

"I learned to keep that to myself, complaining never gets you anywhere," I answer.

"You being basically the princess of the vampires, you would think that you would get whatever you want."

"No, Dad didn't want me to grow up spoiled, so I had to work for things. I didn't mind at all."

"You act older then you are," he noted.

"Well, I was taught things most people don't see till college before I was ten. I lived with a castle full of vampires, whom had no clue how to take care of a human, much less a child. You pretty much have to grow up fast under those conditions, unless you want to die," he seemed pretty shocked that my childhood wasn't a walk in the park.

"What about the humans they have as secretaries?"

"I didn't get along with anyone that didn't have cold, hard, pale skin, I still don't. When I was a baby, I would only cry in a human's arms, other then that I would be perfectly fine."

"Oh, so why would vampires glare at you?"

"Jealousy, new vampires join that guard and see a child there that knows everything about them, yet is not killed. A child that everyone else loves. They get over it, and then they love me, too. I am also that can get Uncle Markus and Uncle Caius to laugh, much less smile a happy smile."

"So, nobody can resist your charm?"

"I don't know, I don't understand why no vampire can dislike me."

"Really?"

"Yeah…"

"Jessica and Lauren are going to spread rumors about us."

"Like what?" I was curious, but it didn't matter.

"Like: we are dating, that you're a slut, and that you had plastic surgery," small, almost scared, smile was playing on his lips when he talked about the first rumor.

"Why would they think I had plastic surgery? People that have plastic surgery usually turn out beautiful; I'm just… me."

"What's wrong with just you?"

"I'm… plain. Well, unless you're drunk, but still," his frown deepened.

"Your eye sight must be poor."

"Hey! I have 20/20 vision, thank you very much!" I huffed and turned to look out the window.

Wait, if he thinks my vision is bad after I said that, does that mean the thinks I'm… pretty? I know I shouldn't get my hopes up, but sometimes I can help it.

Jessica told me, at lunch, that Edward doesn't date. Is that just because no one catches his eye? Or is it because he already has a mate? I really shouldn't think about that last one, I'd just get depressed.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?"

"We're at your house."

"Oh, okay. Well, see you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, Bye," I got out and shut the door behind me; he didn't leave until I was inside my house. I went up stair and went to bed.

I woke up the next morning and got ready for school. I don't use alarm clocks because the shrill noises that they admit when trying to wake me up hurt my ears, so I just get up on my own. That way has never failed me. I put on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black Tinkerbell shirt. I also fumbled on some black Chuck Taylor All Star Converse. Those shoes have got to be the most comfortable things in the world.

I walk out side only to remember that I do not have a car. I guess I'm walking to school today.

I walk down the driveway, still thinking that I was going to walk to school, when I realized that Edward was there, leaning against his Volvo and smirking at me.

"What are you doing here?" I was truly curious. Why would he be in my driveway?

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes…"

"Where?"

"Apparently still in you garage."

"Exactly, I figured I could give you a ride to school, unless you'd prefer to walk there in the rain…"

"Thanks," I say, walking up to him and his car.

"No problem," he says, opening the door for me.

(((Hmm… the ride to school is coming up!)))