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Chapter 8

I drove to Bella's house in my Chevrolet car. Most people still traveled in carriages, like Bella's case, but my parents had bought a car to each one of us, and I couldn't say that I minded. It was much faster than a carriage and consequently more enjoyable to ride.

As I made my way there I started to think about what Alice had said to me. The pull I felt towards Bella was undeniable. But what exactly did that mean? Could love be the reason for the jolt of electricity that cursed through my body every time our skin touched? Could it be why I had wanted to hide her from every male who had looked at her inappropriately at the ball? I had no idea.

I recalled every moment we had been together, even the ones she wasn't aware of. What exactly had I felt then? Happiness, frustration (for not being able to read her correctly), butterflies as Alice called it, fascination, joy, desire…

I sighed. OK, so maybe I was infatuated with her. But what did that mean? It couldn't mean much. We had only met yesterday for God's sake! And to her it certainly doesn't mean anything, I thought sadly.

A sight of yellow interrupted my thoughts. I had now arrived to her house.

I got out of the car, but just as I was about to cross the front gate I noticed the Swan's carriage coming my way.

Had they gone out? And most importantly, was Bella there? I didn't know if she wanted her parents to know about our little 'rendez-vouz', and although it was all very innocent, I didn't know if her parents would think otherwise.

The carriage stopped before I could decide what to do. The door opened and a man came out of it. Newton came out. The vile and obnoxious Michael Newton. Then he turned to the door again and offered his hand to someone inside the carriage. A familiar delicate pale-skinned hand took his. I stiffened as Bella came out of the carriage.

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BPOV

I was now sitting across Mike in the carriage, thinking my heart was going to explode I was so nervous. Just the thought of Edward there, at my house, waiting for me, was enough to make me hyperventilate. God just the thought of Edward alone made me feel weird on the inside...

"Bella? Are you feeling alright?"

I turned my face to look at him and nodded weakly.

"Are you sure? It seems like you've seen a ghost."

"Positive," I muttered, not in a very convincing manner.

"If you say so," he shrugged. Good he wasn't going to press it.

Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and my heart started to beat even faster. I truly hoped he hadn't arrived yet. I needed some time to calm down my nerves.

Mike got out first, and then turned around to help me to get out myself. I felt relief as I came in contact to the floor. At least I hadn't fallen.

As I looked up, I found myself staring at Edward's flawless face. Immediately the tightness in my chest disappeared and a state of tranquility came over me.

It was until I paid more attention to the expression on his face.

He looked more than upset, he looked murderous. Ready to kill whatever crossed his path. I took a step backwards bewildered at that hostile behavior.

His hand was clenched around one of the bars of the gate of my house like he needed support, his knuckles white from the strength he was using.

I looked into his eyes, trying to decipher the reason of this sudden animosity. Fury was more than evident in those beautiful pools of green, but there was something else…he looked pained, and somewhere in those eyes I could see…was it…resentment? But then again, why?

"Well Bella, you're home," Mike said, completely oblivious to Edward standing a few yards away.

"Yes." My voice trembled and until then I hadn't notice how dry my throat was.

Mike turned his head to where I was looking. Edward.

A smug grin made its way to Mike's face slowly, and if it was possible, Edward looked even more livid.

Great. Now he looks even worst.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. Then I quickly bid Mike goodbye, being surprised when he took my hand and kissed it, just like Edward had done before, except that this time no burning was tickling my skin. I blushed at the thought of Edward observing the scene.

Mike, if possible, grinned wider.

He doesn't think that I'm blushing because of him, does he?

Sigh.

Yes, he does.

Perfect. Just wonderful. As if I hadn't already enough problems.

I quickly removed my hand from his, bowing in goodbye, and turned on my heels heading to where Edward was. Leaving a quite astounded-looking Mike next to the carriage, might I add. But I didn't mind it now. Right now, I just wanted to find out what was wrong with Edward. It pained me to see him like that. I wanted to make whatever was making him acting so awkwardly go away.

He was looking down, his features holding a hurt expression.

I stopped right in front of him.

"Hello Edward," I said smiling. If wanted to know what was happening I had to be bold and confront him.

"Hey," he said reluctantly, not looking me in the eyes.

This was going to be more difficult than I thought.

I gently grabbed his face to make him look at me.

"Edward," I said softly, "What's wrong?"

He stared into my eyes intensively for a moment. I blushed under his stare and dropped my hands from his face, embarrassed.

Then he sighed deeply. He put his hands on mine and bend down his head to kiss them.

"Nothing," he said nonchalantly, as I became redder.

"Really?" I asked sarcastically. If he thought that he could make me forget that by acting all caring, he was wrong. It wasn't a kiss that was going to make me back down. It could make me blush, burn my skin, make my stomach twist in delight or my heart bump faster, but giving up? Never. Not to talk about that it wasn't a decent or regular behaviour between friends.

"So if it was nothing," I continued in my pursue for the truth, "then why did you look like you were going to kill someone?"

"I'm flattered you think such good things of me, Bella," he accused, avoiding the subject.

"You know what I mean," I snapped, "Why won't you just tell me?"

"Believe me," he said a bit desperately, "I don't know either." Now he seemed more to be speaking to himself than to me.

"So, it doesn't have anything to do with me?" I wanted to know that I wasn't the cause of his suffering.

But he seemed to be battling with himself over something.

I continued to stare at him questioningly, worrying starting to build in me.


A/N: Sorry for cuting it here..I know I'm leaving you in a lot of suspense. Sorry :P

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