Hello, again.

I know it's been a while since I've added to this story but here's the next chapter. I hope you like it. It's a little longer then the rest, I got a bit carried away and there was a lot I could've writen.

Enjoy!


Blood Typing

"What lesson do we have next?" I wondered aloud as we walked across campus.

"You have biology," Angela laughed. "Don't worry, I'll drop you off, it's on the way anyway."

"Thanks," I said and I really meant it. Angela was the friend I had always wanted.

"Sorry, about what they made you do; it wasn't nice of them to make you," she said in a caring, affectionate way, the way you'd protect your friends. The whole concept of friends was still foreign to me.

My lips twitched to one side then smoothed out again. Although Angela probably knew how I felt, that still didn't make me voice the fact that I felt like more of a lab experiment then a human being, being to scared to face the fact if she didn't. "It could've been worse," I tried not to picture what the worst would've been like.

"Don't let them get to you. I know they can be…well, annoying most of the time, but that is just… how they are. I try not to let it effect me," she said softly.

"How's that working out?"

"Let's just say, I haven't gone crazy yet," she giggled to herself. "They can be 'off the wall' sometimes, but mostly they aren't so rash. But I'm just saying this so you know, they have their moments where they don't think before they say something; like today."

"No, really I'll be okay with it. Thank you though. Many people wouldn't do what you've already done for me, and I've, basically, only just met you." It was true, that's what made it even more bizarre.

"I'd like it if someone did the same for me. 'Treat those how you would want to be treated'."

I smiled, touched. I'm so lucky to even know her. "I'd have done the same for you. Thank you, again."

I could detect the smile in her perky voice, "don't mention it. And I know you'd do the same for me, you're that kind of person. That's why I thought I should've said something back there." I was about to thank her again but she spoke first. "Here we are," she said letting go of my arm. "Do you want me to take you inside?" she offered.

"No, no, it's fine. I'll find my way. Thanks for everything." I still felt, after all the times I'd said it, that I hadn't said 'thank you' enough.

"Don't worry about it. See you later, yeah?"

"Sure, why not." I replied and reached for the handle of the classroom door. Once I was inside and in my seat, I realised the seat beside me was empty. My first thought was, oh no, not more strange absences. Then I thought of how Jessica and I were talking about the Cullen's at lunch; he had been there. Was he avoiding me now? Did he hate me that much? Jessica said he didn't look mad, but what then? How did he feel about me? And why was he staring at me at lunch? If it wasn't out of hatred, what was it? Disgust? Did he really feel the need to skip his lessons just so he didn't have to sit next to me for an hour a day? Or was it out of pity? For the fact that I couldn't see.

All these frustrating questions swirled in my head without answers. I was so zoned out that I didn't even notice that the teacher had begun speaking. The words I picked out through the mist of questions in my mind where 'I thought' and 'blood drive'. I was still too involved with the questions in my head. Was he ever going to come back to classes? Or was he waiting for me to leave, after being humiliated by his absence and rejected?

Maybe…maybe, I'm thinking too negatively. He could've have been feel sick and went home, just because he's not here doesn't mean he's not here because of me. Why I'd jumped to that conclusion so quickly baffled me. Then I began interrogating myself. What was he to me? Why did I feel that he wasn't here because of something I did? I hadn't done anything.

Apart from his behaviour towards me, there was no ounce in my mind that doubted he wasn't a nice guy. I remembered our last conversation, he'd seemed so rational, kind and normal, completely separate from the cold-shoulder he'd given me the first time we met. In those two times, he seemed like two entirely different people altogether. If it weren't for his name and voice, I would have thought that there were two people.

So was the problem really me?

A smell hit me then that made me want to pug my nose. I'd been so out of it that I was now subconsciously aware that the teacher had been talking about an annual blood drive that was taking place soon and he'd wondered if the class would like to know their blood types; he'd thought it would be a nice thing, for the kids to donate to those in need. I had heard the sound of Mike Newton getting up out of his chair to go to the front of the class to Mr Banner. "This will just be a little pinch" Mr Banner had warned as he, no doubt, brandished a skewer to puncture Mike's finger. I had heard the small sound of the metal piecing the skin first, then Mike's small gasp of pain. The smell of the blood made my stomach tense, the metal and salt contrast of it hit me, making me lightheaded and I doubled over the desk. I pressed my sweating forehead to the cool wood of the table and breathed slowly through my mouth.

Mr Banner had told the children to start, five second later, his voice spoke much lower, only intended for my ears. "Bella, are you okay? Are you feeling sick? Do you want to leave? Get some fresh air?"

I nodded weakly. Please let me out, I'll do anything, I'll crawl out if I had to. My heightened sense of smell seemed like a curse in situations like these.

Mr Banner's voice was louder this time, talking to the class. "Can someone please take Isabella to the nurse?"

I was too tired and weak to correct him, Bella, I prefer Bella.

Mike sounded all too eager, "I will, Sir." His arm raped around my waist and took most of my weight off my feet; I would've been grateful but the gesture seemed awkward.

I was thankful when we were outside, the clean air really helped. What didn't help was Mike's bleeding hand. "Can you put your hand in your pocket?"

"Umm…okay…? Why?"

The smell still lingered in the air around me and I staggered a bit. "The smell of blood makes me sick."

"Are you alright?"

"What ever you do, keep your hand in your pocket," I warned him with all the force I could muster.

We walked a few more steps but then I couldn't take it anymore, even with most of my weight taken away from me. I couldn't walk anymore. "Just let me sit for a minute, please?" I pleaded, crouching down as I spoke.

"On the pavement?" He sounded as if the concept was disgusting, but I didn't care, I couldn't even think. I ignored him and started to faint.

He helped me though, lowering me slowly down on to the damp, freezing cement of the sidewalk. The ground felt much nicer then the table, and the earthy smell masked the stench of blood. My eyelids drooped shut and I went cold, the blood drained from my face. The chill, for the first time since I moved to Forks, seemed oddly comforting. My head lulled limply as it touched the ground.

"Wow. Bella, you green," Mike said nervously.

I felt like I was going to fall asleep when a panicked voice from a distance called my name. The voice shouldn't have been familiar, but it was.

"Bella?"

Mike shifted next to me slightly, tensed now.

No! Tell me that's my imagination, maybe I'm already asleep, maybe I'm dreaming.

No, I'm not dreaming. Closer now, "What happened? Is she hurt?" Edward asked, still worried. He sounded really upset, and I wasn't imagining it. Why? And where has he been? Where did he come from?

Mike stuttered, "I think she's fainted. I don't know what happened. She didn't even prick her finger."

Edward's voice was beside me, relieved now, "Bella, can you hear me?"

I frowned sleepily and groaned, "No. Go away."

Edward laughed in apparent relief. Since when did he care what happened to me?

Or was I making it up again?

"I was taking her to the nurse," Mike spoke up as if he'd been forgotten about. "But she wouldn't go any further."

"I'll take her," Edward said. I could hear the smile still in his voice. For a wild second I imagined what he would've looked like, then I groaned slightly from the effort it brought; my head throbbed and stole all my energy. I was past the point of being able to think. I just listened to them argue. "You can go back to class."

An icy hand touched my arm, raising goose bumps; the strong arms slid under me and began to lift me.

"No," Mike said defensively. "I'm supposed to do it." He must have reached for me because I could smell his exposed blood close to my face. The only external reaction I could manage in my drowsy state was a small scrunching of my eyes and a quiet moan. My internal reaction was quite different. My stomach somersaulted sharply and I sent a silent prayer to God; Please, don't make me sick.

A pair of arms won and was striding away, I didn't know which until I heard Mike's irritated yells drifting away behind us. The rocking motion of Edward's walking didn't settle my insides, it made me feel nauseous. I was mentally glad that I hadn't eaten anything earlier at lunch. There's no denying that I would've been sick else.

"Put me down!" Please, God, please don't let me vomit on him.

"Are you alright" Edward's silky voice was rough-if silk could be rough- with anxiety.

I was aware of my body lying unresponsively in his arms. My mind felt disconnected from my body and I wasn't able to move. "I'm fine," it was just a silent murmur to me.

He somehow heard me. His mood shifted then, suddenly he was entertained. "You look awful."

Oh, thanks very much.

Something about the way he was holding me felt awkward; I could only feel his arms laced under me, I was being carried away from his body. He seemed completely at ease with carrying me; I listened to his steady breathing, just to be sure.

"So, blood makes you faint?" His smooth voice sounded even slicker when he laughed, angelic and musical- he'd be downright annoying if his voice weren't so beautiful. He laughed as if I was missing a joke.

I didn't reply, unable to. All I did was squeeze my eyes shut tighter, battling to keep my stomach's contents down.

"Not even your own blood?" He sounded more entertained.

"Please," I begged, "Put me back on the sidewalk," swaying back and forth hurt my head and I was close to vomiting. I preyed I didn't, that would be embarrassing.

There was a bang and suddenly I was flooded in warmth, we were inside. I wasn't sure how he opened the door with me in his arms, maybe the door was already open.

I heard Ms Cope catch her breath.

"Can you open the door, please?" Edward asked politely before she could speak.

When we were through another door, I heard another gasp, from a different, lower voice. Edward explained before the nurse could ask, his voice had a hint of excitement, "She fainted in Biology."

In acceptance, the nurse clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth before saying, "There's always one."

Edward laughed once before crossing the room and gently lowering me down onto a bed. The bed wasn't comfortable like the ground had been, it was lumpy and smelled like a hospital, it made my gut twist even more. I hated hospitals.

As soon as Edward put me down he released his hold on me and I heard his hurried footsteps as he scurried away, to stand against the wall on the other side of the room. Seriously, do I smell? Could he not stand to be around me for a few seconds longer then he had to? Why didn't he just leave? Better yet, why did he offer to take me to the nurse's office? If he didn't want to be around me then why didn't he just let Mike take me?

Why does life have to be so complicated?

I tried to concentrate on breathing. My head hurt as much as if I was having a migraine, but it was fading, I clutched the sheets of the bed in my fists.

An unexpected hand landed on my forehead, the nurse. "Just lie down; it'll pass in a minute. How are you feeling?"

I assessed myself quickly- the pain was subsiding. "Better. I think its going."

"Does this happen a lot?" she asked.

"Sometimes," I admitted, and was accompanied by Edward's laughter, which he tried in a pathetic attempt to disguise as coughing.

It only brought attention on himself, "Oh, yes Edward. You may go back to class now," the nurse said as if she was waving him away.

"I'm supposed to stay with her," Edward lied effortlessly. Why? Why would he want to stay? To annoy me even further? Edward's sure voice nearly made me believe him myself, but I knew the truth.

The nurse shrugged him off, "I'll go and get you an icepack for your head, honey."

I was about to protest but she was already gone.

Left in the room alone with Edward, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to remain silent. When the effort to keep my mouth tight I gave up, relaxing and slumping on the bed.

He was the one to start the conversation, "In all honesty, you really scared me for a minute there."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, even though it sounded weak and raspy, it was still laughter. However, when his tone really registered, I abruptly stopped. His voice sounded as if he was confessing an intense weakness.

"I though Mike Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods."

I laughed again then. I couldn't help it, what he was saying just seemed so…unbelievable. Mike didn't seem like the type of person capable of killing anything. Although I had to appreciate Edward, he was making it easy to forget my queasy stomach and actually making me feel a lot better.

"Honestly, I've seen corpses with better colour." He continued, unruffled. "I was concerned that I'd have to avenge your murder."

"Aw, poor Mike. I'll bet he's mad," I said, holding back a smile.

"He absolutely loathes me." His words probably should have been said sadly, but Edward wasn't sad, he was happy. He was glad that Mike hated him.

I frowned, "you can't know that."

"I saw his face-I could tell," he said, still cheery.

"How did you see me? Where were you? Were you ditching?"

"It's good to ditch class now and then," he defended himself.

"Is that so?"

A small silence.

My mouth twitched to the side, "then what were you doing?"

"Hmm?" he sounded like I'd pulled him out of a thought. "Oh, just listening to a CD in my car."

"Anything good?" I smiled.

"I think so." He laughed with me. Before he could tell me about the music he was listening to, the nurse came back with my ice pack. She laid it across my forehead and a second later, I took it off, handing it back to her and explaining how much better I was feeling; I didn't mention how it was mostly because of Edward's company. I felt a little waft of air as if her hands were flapping at me, and then they were on my shoulders pushing me down.

Ms Cope saved me. She exploded through the door into the room and made me nearly propel myself off the bed. She was panic stricken when she said, "We have another one."

I realised the compress was still in my hands and I quickly handed it to the nurse, "I don't need it. I'm really feeling better, thank you." I hurried to make room for them as they towed the poor soul who was sick. "Who is it?" I asked as I joined Edward against the far wall.

"Lee Stephens," Edward replied quietly. "He's in our class." Then suddenly his tone changed, "Oh."

"What?" I said, startled by his alarmed voice.

"Oh, no," He muttered again. "Go out into the office, Bella."

My breathing sped, in bewilderment and fear. "Why?"

"Trust me-go!"

I darted in the direction of the door and I could feel Edward's hand on the small of my back, guiding me forward. We were out of the infirmary within seconds. When we stopped, I turned to him.

"You actually listened to me," he sounded stunned.

"I smelled the blood," I admitted, winkling my nose.

"People can't smell blood," he argued.

"Well, I can. It's the smell that makes me sick, it smells of rust… and salt," I shivered.

The silence stretched on for a long time that I started to feel uncomfortable. "What?" I asked.

"It's nothing."

The door of the infirmary opened and closed, and then Mike's voice came out of nowhere. "You look better," his voice was tired and sharp.

It took me a second for the voice to click in my memory. "Mike? What are you doing here?"

He didn't sound happy, like he thought I didn't want him around. "I brought Lee here. He felt sick too. Are you going back to class?"

"Are you kidding? I'd just have to turn around and come back."

"Yeah, I guess." Then his tone was bright all of a sudden, "Hey, do you remember what we were talking about a couple days back? About the trip to the beach?"

I nodded, I did recall something about a trip.

"We've all been organising a trip to the beach for ages, but the weather hasn't been very nice. For the first time in a long time, they said it might brighten up. It's this weekend and we were all wondering whether you'd like to come?"

"Oh," my eyes widened in shock, I'm really being invited out somewhere. "Who's we?"

"Just everyone that we spend lunch with."

"Sure, why not, but…" I bit my lip, "won't it be raining? I mean, isn't Forks always raining?"

I heard Edward's laughter from across the room and was shocked; I'd imagined he'd fled from the room as soon as he could.

"I checked the weather forecast, twice. I promise you, it'll be sunny."

"As sunny as Forks can ever be," I laughed.

Mike laughed with me, "We're meeting at my dad's store at ten- Saturday, you're dad knows where that is."

"I'll be there," I promised.

"Great. I'll see you in Gym," he said before leaving.

"See you." Once I was sure he could hear me, I groaned "Gym."

"I can take care of that." I didn't hear Edward approach me, but suddenly he was by my side, whispering softly in my ear and quickening my pulse. "Go sit down and look pale."

It wasn't a hard request, everyone always said I was pale and my recent drowsiness left me with a thin layer of sweat on my face. Edward sat me in a chair that squeaked under my weight. I rested my head back against the wall and closed my eyes, tired enough to sleep.

I heard Edward speak quietly over the counter.

"Ms Cope?"

I hadn't heard her return to her desk but she replied in a breathless voice, "Yes? How can I help you, Edward?"

"Bella has Gym next hour, and I don't think she feels well enough. Actually, I was thinking I should take her home. Do you think you could excuse her from class?" His voice was so sweet and persuasive, I couldn't stop myself from imagining how much more overwhelming he'd look.

"Do you need to be excused to, Edward?" Ms. Cope fluttered. He must be handsome, as Ms. Cope-age not being a factor- was still finding it hard to form coherent sentences around him. I wish I could dazzle people like he so easily can.

"No, I have Mrs. Goff, she won't mind."

"Okay, it's all taken care of. You feel better, Bella," she called to me.

I nodded weakly, overacting a little bit.

"Can you walk, or do you want me to carry you again?" I was listening so carefully that I heard a hint of sarcasm.

"I can walk," I insisted.

I got up slowly, ignoring the small head rush and Edward led me outside. We walked out into the cold mist that constantly covered Forks, and it had already started to rain again. I enjoyed the continuous rain; I used it to clean my face of sweat.

Edward let go of my arm.

"Thanks. It's almost worth getting sick to miss gym."

"Anytime."

"So are you going? This Saturday, I mean?" I hoped he'd say yes, but I didn't think it likely. I couldn't imagine Edward even talking to my friends, it's as if we belonged to different worlds that weren't to be entwined. However, the thought of him coming too made me more anxious to go.

"Where are you all going, exactly?"

I tried to journey back and remember where it was they had been talking about, "I think Jessica said something about a 'First beach', at La push?"

Edward laughed once, "I don't think I was really invited."

"Well, I'm inviting you," I sighed, who cares if everyone will hate me for it later.

"Let's you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don't want him to snap." His voice said he was enjoying the idea more then he should. I was more interested in the 'you and I' part, I liked it more then I should.

But I couldn't help being a bit disappointed with the rejection. Of course, why would he go, and why would he go with me? "Mike-schmike."

Edward laughed, almost inaudibly.

A thought hit me then and I stopped dead in my tracks. "Oh."

"What's wrong?" His voice was instantly concerned.

"I need to call Charlie."

"Why? What's wrong, Bella?"

"I can't get home else," I explained.

There was a tiny pause. "Is that all?" Then Edward laughed, "You don't need to ring your father, I'm dropping you home."

"Oh, no, you don't have to. Really, I-I can walk home," I said even though I knew I couldn't possibly-not without getting ran over first.

He knew that to, "Hardly. Didn't you hear me earlier; when I promised to get you home safely?"

"As a matter of fact, no," I smiled.

"Either way, I'll drop you home." With that, he pulled me by my jacket to the direction of his car, ignoring my resistance.

"Really, you don't have-" He gave another sharp pull. "Let go," I said, not as forcefully as I'd have liked.

He released me when I was by the passenger side door of his car. Edward opened the door for me and started to help me in, but I fought against him.

"You areso pushy!" I grumbled.

"It's open for you," he said naturally, as he walked around the car and climbed into his seat behind the wheel.

"Don't worry, I can ring Charlie to pick me up," I stood valiantly at the car as if I had a small thread of reason worth holding onto, worth fighting for. I didn't give him the advantages of knowing that Charlie would still be at work and unable to get me, or that I wouldn't be able to stop him if he forced me into his car. I wouldn't be much use in a fight.

"And how would you ring him?" He matched me. I hadn't thought of that.

He knew he had me. I stood there, feeling the raindrops soak me from head to toe.

When I said nothing, he chuckled. "Get in, Bella."

My hair was damp and sticking to my face and I was mentally calculating how far I could run until he caught me, or I ran into something. The outcome didn't look good-there seemed no way out of it.

I was banishing the thought when he caught me again, "I'll just drag you back," he threatened.

Maintaining what little dignity I had left, I climbed into the car. My shoes squeaked and I blushed in embarrassment. "Is this really necessary?" I asked, buckling my seatbelt and pulling my wet hair to hide my flushed face.

He didn't answer. He fumbled with switches, dials, turning the heating up and the radio down. As he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, I was preparing myself to give him the silent treatment, but that was when I heard the CD he was listening to, "Clair de Lune?" I asked in disbelief.

He sounded equally shocked, "You know Debussy?"

"Not well, but my mother used to play a lot of classical music around the house. I only know my favourites."

"It's one of my favourites, too," he said thoughtfully.

I bit my lip holding back a smile, listening to the music we both seemed to like, and I lost myself in the familiar melody. I was so relaxed against the leather seat, staring out the window at the town-flashing past, that Edward's voice broke me from my reverie.

"What's your mother like?" he asked out of the blue.

It was so unexpected that it took me a while to answer. "Umm…well…I don't really remember what she looks like… we looked similar, but she was much prettier. She always said that I had too much Charlie in me," I laughed at the memory. "She's more outgoing then I am, and braver. She's irresponsible and slightly eccentric, and she's a very unpredictable cook. She's my best friend," I said, then stopped short. Talking about her brought a flooding feeling of sadness-I was drowning in it. My mother had really been my only friend; there was no one else to talk to except my parents and family doctors.

I was aware of how much of my feelings I was giving away, I was sure he could see it in my face, so I worked at composure.

"How old are you, Bella?" Another unexpected question; what was more confusing was his tone- he sounded frustrated.

He'd stopped the car. I couldn't imagine being at Charlie's house already, though where else would we be?

"I'm seventeen," I replied, still confused.

"You don't seem seventeen," he spoke honestly.

His words brought on another memory, which had me laughing again.

"What?" he asked, inquisitive again.

"My mom always said I was born thirty-five years old and that I get more middle-aged every year. But what about you? You don't seem like a junior in high school yourself?"

He hastily changed the subject, "So, why did your mother marry Phil?"

I was about to open my mouth to speak when it hit me, I'd only mentioned Phil one time; he must have a good memory to remember me saying it. I thought about asking how he could remember but shook it off and answered him. "My mother, she's young for her age. I think Phil makes her feel younger. At any rate, she's happy, and she's crazy about him."

"And do you approve?" he asked.

"Does it matter if I do, or don't?" She said. "Along as she's happy…it shouldn't matter what I think. She's happy and that's all I want."

"That's very generous of you…but I wonder…," he pondered.

"What?"

"Would she extend the same courtesy to you, do you think? No matter whom you may choose?" Edward was so serious and firm that I felt under pressure to answer.

"I-I think so," I stuttered. "But, I mean, she's the parent after all, there's a bit of a difference."

"No one too scary then," he chuckled.

"Define scary; multiple piercings and tattoos?"

He laughed, louder then I've ever heard him laugh before. "That's one definition, I guess."

"What's your definition?" I asked, curious.

He dodged my question again. "Do you think I could be scary?"

I couldn't help but giggle a little. "Which definition are we talking about? If it's mine then I wouldn't know" not for a few days, I added mentally. I pointed to my left eye, "you'd have to be my eyes for me on that one."

Edward laughed once, in half-hearted humour.

"As for the overall definition of scary," I then thought carefully "Hmm, well, I think you could, if you wanted to."

"Are you frightened of me now?" He asked, leaning in close enough to me that I could feel his cool, sweet breath on my face.

Frightened? The only thing that in any degree frightened me was the intenseness of his voice. "No," I replied truthfully- finding no real reason to be afraid- but the shakiness in my voice was not from fear; his breath hung in the air around me and messed with thought process.

He laughed at the unsteadiness in my tone. When he stopped laughing, his voice took on a lighter tone. "And, just so you know, I don't have any tattoos."

I laughed with him, forgetting my embarrassment. "What about piercings?"

"No, piercings," he vowed.

What a relief I said to myself jokingly.

After all his questions, I felt that I was owed an answer from him in turn. "So now are you going to tell me about your family?" I asked. "It's bound to be more interesting then mine."

He was sombre again, "What do you already know?"

"The Cullen's adopted you?"

"Yes."

I hesitated, "What happened to your parents?"

"They died many years ago."

Instantly I felt awful, even if he didn't sound upset it didn't mean he wasn't, and I felt guilty for bringing up a harsh topic. "I'm sorry."

"I don't really remember them very well; it was a long time ago. Carlisle and Esme have been my parents for many years now."

"And you love them." It was easy to hear in his voice.

"Yes," I could hear his smile and tried to picture it in my head. "I couldn't think of two better people."

I smiled a little at that. "And your brothers and sisters?"

I heard Edward sigh lightly, "my brother and sister, and Jasper and Rosalie for that matter, are going to be quite upset if they have to stand in the rain waiting for me," he said in an urging voice. If it weren't for the softness of his voice then I would've thought he'd be trying to get rid of me, and get as far away as possible-like he always seemed to be.

His words broke me from the little trance-like dream I was in, I realised that I'd forgotten that we were still sat in his car, what had happened earlier that day and I'd definitely forgotten about the fact that his brothers and sisters would be waiting for him. It was like we were in our own little world for a few minutes, but now I realised that it was still the way it always had seemed to me; we belong to two different worlds that couldn't collide, and he obviously didn't want them to.

Or …maybe it wasn't because he seemed so magnificent and mysterious, maybe he wasn't the one that made me feel we were different.

Maybe it was …me.

I am different, there a minority of people like me, but being blind didn't make me less human. So why did Edward always steer clear of me?

Was he aware of my fascination for him?

I shook off all the parading thoughts in my head, understanding that it was my time to exit now.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I should go." I said, reaching for the door handle. I didn't want to get out of the car, I wanted more answers from him, to talk to him more, and feel normal and accepted.

But I wasn't accepted, I was constantly avoided.

"Bella?"

"Yes," I turned to him, too eager, and too hopeful that he'd ask for me to stay, even though I knew it wouldn't happen.

"Have fun at the beach," He chuckled a little. "Good weather for sunbathing," he paused and all I could hear was the rain, still pounding against the windshield. "Well, it will be."

"Won't I see you tomorrow?"

"No, Emmett and I are starting the weekend early."

I preyed the disappointment wasn't noticeable in my voice. "What are you going to do?" A friend can ask that, right?

"We're going to go hiking in the Goat Rocks Wilderness, just south of Rainer."

"Well, I hope you both have fun," My attempt to sound enthusiastic failed, but at least I sounded sincere.

"Will you do something for me this weekend?" He asked, intense.

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Could you try to not fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right? You just seem like one of those people that attract disasters like a magnet."

I frowned at the smile in his tone. How would he know? He doesn't know me. How could he make that kind of assumption about me? "I'll see what I can do," I snapped as I slid out of my seat and out of the car into the pouring rain. I slammed the door with more force then necessary.

I found the pavement and waited for him to drive off before stumbling indoors, ignoring the feeling of everyone wanting nothing to do with me.

Maybe Charlie was right, Forks high School was starting to seem like a very bad idea.


Thank you for your patience for this chapter. I've just been on holiday recently and have only just finished this. I apologise for any mistakes as I tried to write this as quickly as possible, as I know I haven't updated this story in a while.

I hope you like it.

(Just quickly, I wanted to put here, that you may notice that some of the dialogue is the same/similar to the book as I wanted to keep some of the speech the same-to make it seem more real and associable. For things I didn't want to keep I changed.)

I do not owe The Twilight Saga. (As much as I wish I did.)

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