A/N: I seem to have started a trend with these kinds of stories. Check out Bemysevendwarves' I am Bella's replacement hear me roar; it's awesome. And The Adventures of Tolley and the Amazingly Sparklefull Stalker Boy! over on the Twilight Archives.

Anyway, enjoy chapter five.

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer, but I have a novel I'm writing that you can look forward to.

Chapter Five: Blood Type

I inwardly whistled on my way to English; I couldn't whistle on the outside, so I settled for the inside. I was grinning on the inside too. Operation: Stump Sparkleboy was now well under way, and it was smooth sailing so far.

The rest of the morning passed quickly, and I was practically rubbing my hands together in glee. If my memory served me correctly, today was the day of the Great Conversation of the Cafeteria, and I couldn't wait to confuse the poor thing even more. Ooh, it was going to be deliciously evil.

As the bell rang I grinned and gathered my books up as quickly as I could, wanting to be out of the classroom as quickly as possible. Strange that I was actually eager to see that creepy hundred-and-something-year-old not-vampiric stalker leech of mine.

Oh, you have to be kidding me! You're actually getting a crush on him, aren't you? Little Katie's first love…

Not my first! There was Sam back home…though I only ever spoke to him like twice because he didn't even go to my school…

Oh, right, I remember that. You were pining over him for a good six months.

I was not!

Sure you weren't…

I sighed. Sometimes I wished the voice in my head would just shut up. Wait, did I say sometimes? I meant all the time!

Anyway, I was gathering my books and heading to the cafeteria for lunch, and also looking forward to the conversation Edward and I would have. It would be….interesting…to say the least. I grinned evilly, much to the worry of Angela, who was working beside me.

"Are you alright?" She asked. "You've been acting kind of strange lately."

I grinned. "Nah, I'm fine. Just being my usual self," I said. She smiled, and left it at that.

I grabbed a slice of pizza, some soft drink, and an apple. Wait, why did I get pizza? I don't even particularly like the stuff- unless it's homemade. Yummmmm. Eh, I was probably following what was previously dictated in the book. Just great…

I glanced around, tucking the book I was currently reading under my arm. Well, rereading really; some books are just too awesome to read once. The only problem was that it was at least seven hundred pages long and weighed a lot for a book. Anyway, I digress. My eyes focused on the normal table the Cullen/Hales occupied, already knowing that Sparkleboy wouldn't be there. My eyes strayed further, hunting down the only table with just one person. Yup, he was sitting all by himself. Edwards's eyes met mine and he beckoned me over.

"Does he mean you?" Jessica exclaimed. I shrugged.

"Must be. Well, I'll see you guys later," I said, leaving an astonished Angela and furious Jessica behind.

When I got to the table, I kicked one of the chairs out from under the table while dumping my load on said table. I sighed, glad to not have to balance a tray in one hand and a book on the other anymore.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" Edward said, smiling a brilliant white smile. I shuddered; it reminded me of the resin addicts in The Name of the Wind.

You've been reading that book too much.

Eh, who cares?

I sat down, trying my best not to stare. What? I was only human, unlike some people I could mention. He waited for me to say something, and I decided to mimic Bella's lines as well as I could. There was something I wanted to say…

"Well, this is different," I said.

"Well…" he paused, and I relayed his next lines in my head. I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.

"I decided as long as I was going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." Now the fun begins. I wasn't able to suppress my grin.

"Did you know that hell is a purely Christian belief?" I said, a hint of humour in my voice. He raised an eyebrow quizzically, and I continued.

"Other religions generally don't have anything like a hell. Take mine for instance; Wiccans don't believe in hell, it's more reincarnation. We believe in a sort of in-between place called the Summerland," he stared at me, mouth agape. Yes, I'm Wiccan, though I don't generally practice any of the physical rituals. I just share the beliefs.

"Anyway, in most religions there is no such thing, or are you going to claim other religions are false?" I continued.

"No, or course not," he said. I simply grinned. It seemed that I had gained the upper hand for once.

"So, what brought this on?" I asked, looking into his eyes. Must. Not. Fall. Under. Spell.

I believe you already have.

I have not!

That's what you believe.

Could you be quiet for five minutes while I finish this conversation?!

Oh, fine, but I expect something in return.

We can talk about that later.

"I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, so I'm giving up," he said, resting his chin on one hand. I blanched.

"Look, I've said it before and I'll say it again; stalking is a crime. I can get a restraining order you know!" He raised an eyebrow.

"Whatever are you talking about?" He asked, looking genuinely innocent. I didn't buy it one bit.

"Oh, you know perfectly well," I said, deciding to move the conversation along. "So, in plain English, are we friends now?"

"Friends…" He sighed. I grinned.

"You're the one warning me to stay away, but by all rights it should be the other way around," I said, letting amusement creep into my voice. He sighed, exasperated.

"I'll give you that much," he said. I smiled smugly. It wasn't often that I one-upped a one hundred and something year old 'vampire'.

"What are you thinking?" He asked, drawing me out of my thoughts. I then realised that I had been staring. Oops, didn't want to give him the wrong idea.

"I'm trying to figure out what you are," I said, responding with the appropriate dialogue. His face changed minutely, just enough to let me know he was stressed, but not enough to lose the smile.

"Are you having any luck with that? He asked. I smiled almost coldly. Heh, confuse the poor bastard with sudden mood swings. That seemed like fun.

"Oh, I'm having a great deal of luck," I said almost menacingly. He seemed perturbed.

"Will you tell me?"

"Well, I don't really have anything to lose, so alright," I conceded. He gestured for me to go on.

"Weeeeeellll…" I wanted to draw this out as long as I could. He sighed, obviously impatient.

"Actually, I don't want to tell you now," I grinned cheekily. He frowned.

"That's really frustrating you know," he sighed. The smile fell off my face, and I picked up my book. I shrugged, flipping through until I found my page.

"Just because I'm an exception to a rule doesn't mean you have to try and uncover everything about me. I'm allowed my privacy too, you know," I said quietly, already beginning to be engrossed in my book.

"Just one theory? I promise not to laugh," he coaxed. I sighed, gently closing my book and placing it back on the table. I decided to do this Bella style.

"Bitten by a radioactive spider?" I asked, trying my best to sound embarrassed. I was, in a way. Before me was the picture of perfection- apart from the self loathing of course- and I was making myself out to be a fool.

You really are falling for him.

I. AM. NOT. FALLING FOR EDWARD CULLEN! YOU HEAR ME?!

I think someone's in denial.

Don't you dare suggest that again.

"That's not very creative," he scoffed.

"Eh, I have others, just not for your ears." Yet.

"Oh really?" He breathed, leaning closer. I cringed a bit. Let's all hope his self control was as good as he thought it was. I swear I saw his eyes darken…

"You should be afraid," he near whispered. "Because what if I'm not the superhero? What if I'm the bad guy?"
I didn't quote what he was going to say; I think I was too scared at the time.

For all that I acted like I wasn't the least bit afraid, on the inside I was. Edward Cullen may not have been a vampire by my standards, but he still drank blood, and mine was more tempting than most. Who wouldn't be at least a little afraid? I'm not insane. Not quite. Fortunately, the bell chose that moment to ring. Or unfortunately; it's still up for debate.

"Are you going to be in biology?" I asked. He smiled and shook his head.

"It's healthy to ditch class now and again," he said.

"Yeah, healthy for the other students," I muttered. To this day I still don't know whether he heard or not.

I chose that moment to dart away to class, even though I knew what was coming, and what was coming terrified me.

Allow me to explain, as you are probably wondering what I'm talking about. Above all else, I am absolutely terrified of needles. This one time when I had to get an injection at my old school I screamed and flailed and cried, and just generally scared the other students. Even if they don't really hurt that much, it still scares me, and having to inflict pain on myself is just something I can't handle. At least I'll never get a tattoo.

So you can understand, as I made my way to biology, how filled with terror I was.

I sat down in a daze, and didn't listen to Mr. Banner explaining what we were supposed to do. Not until he walked over to me and grabbed my hand. I tore my wrist out of his grip, screaming. Tears filled my eyes, and I held my hand close to my body as if protecting it.

"Don'tprickmedon'tprickmedon'tprickme," I muttered again and again. Everyone was staring at me as I rocked slightly in my seat.

"Uh, Mike, can you please take her to the nurse?" Mr. Banner asked. Mike nodded, and gently took my arm, drawing me away from my seat and taking me outside. I walked alongside him, still in a daze, with tears still streaming down my cheeks.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked, sounding concerned. I hiccupped at looked up at him.

"I hate needles, and anything like them. They scare me." I was sobbing a little by the end of the sentence. He just looked at me weirdly.

"Kate?" Ah, shit. The person I least want to see me in this state just happens to be there. What brilliant timing.

If you're well enough to bitch in your mind, then why don't you pull yourself together?

It's not as simple as that, you know!

No, I don't know. Pray tell.

Just leave me alone. I don't need this right now.

"What's wrong? Is she hurt?" Edward was closer now.

"I don't know," Mike said, uncertainty in his voice. I looked up at Edward. He stared back, then scooped me into his arms with one smooth movement.

"W-what're you-"

"I'm taking you to the nurse," he proclaimed in a voice that said not to question it. Which I did anyway.

"I'm fine, I just had a bit of a scare," I said. He wouldn't listen.

I was half asleep by the time he signed me out and took me home. Getting a scare tires me out.

I still say you're in denial.

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A/N: I am soooo sorry for taking so long! I was just caught up in other ideas. Also, I'm curious. Can everyone (account or no) who reads this please leave a review? I'd like to know how popular this is.

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~Iskeirka