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Chapter 9
"But you still don't know half of my problems."
"If you want, you can tell me them. That way I can try and figure out why you'll commit suicide," Edward said. The emotion in his eyes was so intense I had to look away, but that didn't stop me from almost blurting out the truth.
"I'm a…" I stopped. I looked back at him. "I'm sorry, I can't. Have you ever had a secret, you couldn't tell anyone?" he nodded. "Well that little secret rules my life. And that stupid little…and they're two spoiled brats. And I can't do extreme and level up things because I'm not yet eighteen. And it's so frustrating. And the good for nothing… family takes everything for themselves.
"My parents' house in England is now for their spoiled brats' closet. A stupid closet. They sent me out of my own parents' house for a damn closet, can you believe that? If my dad didn't have this house in Forks I'd be homeless." I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "My ranting bored you right?" I asked relieved I didn't spill much.
He shook his head. "What family?" he asked. "They're not that bad, are they?"
"Yes they are that bad. They are a different type of Royal family. I can't tell you why they are royal. You have to find that out by yourself, like Alice." SHIT! "Oops. Ah, delete that."
"Alice knows your secret?" he asked.
"Well…I wasn't being careful enough and she found out. Please don't ask her to tell you."
"I won't but if she slips…" he left the sentence hanging. We sat there for a couple minutes, I was looking at the sky when I noticed the sky clearing, almost revealing the sun I so desperately needed.
"Finally some sun."
He looked u at the sky and grimace. "We should get going, the others might thing I kidnapped you," he said pulling me into a seated position.
"What? We can't leave now, not when the sun is about to come out!"
"It's getting late and it's a long way to go. If you haven't realized we're in another state."
"Fine," I pouted. He laughed and pulled me to the passenger side.
"Please can I drive, Bella?"
"You owe me big time," I said.
"Anything you want," he promised. I racked my brain for something I wanted bad. After a couple moments I realized we were moving. Then it clicked.
"Well…Alice looks like the big production type," I waited for his confirmation. "Always making a big deal out deal out of things. No doubt she'll find out about my birthday coming up, and I know she'll want a party…right?"
"Yes," he answered.
"I don't want a party. I don't want anything so if she starts planning something for my birthday, you have to convince her not to do it."
"Convincing Alice, to not plan a party is next to impossible," Edward stated.
"Use your charming smile and dazzling eyes." We stopped at a red light and he turned to me with the same damn smile I'm talking about.
"You think I have a 'charming smile'?" he asked, his lips pulling wider showing his perfect teeth.
'What I wouldn't give to bathe this man in chocolate and lick him all over.'
"Are you okay?" I asked concerned, for Edward had gone into a coughing fit. He nodded and started driving again. "Are you sure you're fine," I asked. "You look paler than before."
"I'm fine…just…I was shocked by something…I…," he trailed off.
"Huh?"
"Bella I'm fine. I think I'm just…I'm totally fine. I'm beginning to think I'm delusional."
"O…kay," I said unsure.
After a few more minutes of driving he came at another stop light at a cross road. I was looking at Edward when I noticed the sun was covered by a thin layer of cloud. I leaned over the centre console to roll down the window on the drivers' side.
"Look, the sun is coming out," I said. He grabbed my hand to stop me from bringing down the window. Then he turned left—away from the sun—causing horns blaring from all directions.
"Aren't we supposed to go straight?" I asked.
"Erm… well, yes."
"You aren't afraid of the sun, are you?" I asked.
He didn't answer me. He started tapping his fingers on the staring wheel to 50 Cents' "Psycho", driving faster than the speed limit.
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
Tap. Tap. Tap.
You see, I'm a psycho, a sicko, I'm crazy
I see, I come at night, boy, I kill you, you make me
They wanna see me shot up, locked up and cage me
I'll come back bigger, stronger and angry
"Can you stop that? It's driving me insane!"
He glanced at me. "Sorry."
I nodded. "Are you gonna answer the question?"
He glanced at me again and sighed. "No I'm not afraid of the sun. Remember what you said? About it's not your place to tell the secret? It's like that for me."
"It's not your place to tell why you're afraid"—the look he gave me at the word 'afraid' had me back-pedaling—"can't go in the sun?" I asked.
"Something like that."
"You're full of secrets, huh?"
"You're one to talk!" he said. "I know Alice is hiding something from me. We usually don't have secrets."
"Sorry. I didn't mean to do that."
Before he could answer, my phone signaled that I had a new text. I took of my seatbelt and leaned between the two seats looking for my jacket. I found a book and the map and a belt, but no jacket. I was feeling behind my seat when I felt it. I leaned even further behind the seat. When I grabbed part of it and was about to pull, Edward slammed on the brakes and I went over landing with my upper back on the seat and my feet in the air.
"Sorry. An animal ran across the street," I could tell he was suppressing a laugh. I took out the out my blackberry and went back to the passenger side.
It was a text from Alice.
Hey.
Wats up, Alice?—B
Oh God!—A
Wat?—B
Jasper's amazing;)—A
R u fucking Jasper?—B
Yes—A
"Oh my God," I groaned.
"What?"
"Alice is banging Jasper while texting me!"
Edward growled, "They better not be in my car. I like that Volvo and I'm not changing cars again."
"They've banged in your car before?" he looked at me in a like weird way. I knew the cause. I said banged instead of fuck. "You wanted me to say 'they fucked in your car before?'" I even blushed.
"No I didn't want you to say that," he said slowly. "And it was Rosalie and Emmett."
I couldn't help it, I laughed. "What kind of car was it?"
"A Volvo." Was he crazy? "Don't give me that look! It was a different model and colour."
My phone vibrated again.
U there?—A
I'm not talking 2 u while u fuck Jasper!—B
He gave me 2 orgasms in 15mins! We're done!—A
Did u guys fuck in Edward's car?—B
No! I'm not that shallow—A
"Alice says she's not that shallow to fuck in your car." He nodded.
L8er—B
After that, we were continuing our easy banter of listening music—and singing— when I noticed a road sign.
"Edward why are we on the inter-state 84 and not on the inter-state 90?"
"I took a different route, didn't I?" he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"You'll drive anyone insane," I said.
I didn't know why or when I started gazing at Edward, but I did. I tried to memorize his face. Every aspect of it—every flaw.
He had a slight bump on his nose. His eyebrows were thick. Long, soft thick lashes framed his honey coloured eyes. He had a strong jaw and high cheekbones. When he smiled—genuinely, which he seems to do a lot around me— his lips curved, creating the most amazing smile I've ever seen.
It took my breath away.
There was also a spark. Every time we touch, it's like electricity ran through my arms.
"What?" Edward said and I realized that I was still staring at him; probably like a moron.
I blushed and brought my hair down to hide my face. I felt my hair being pulled back behind my ear. I look at Edward who was just putting his hand back on the steering wheel.
We were in Boise, Idaho on the interstate 84. Then we were in Portland, Oregon. A couple more miles and we were in Olympia.
"Can you stop at that supermarket?"
"Bella-aaa," he drawled out me name. "Do we have to stop? A couple more miles and we're in Forks."
"Chill. I have nothing to eat at home. So suck it up and come on. You sound like a baby."
He parked the car in the lot of the supermarket. When inside I took out my phone and snapped a picture of him.
"What are you doing?"
"What? I want your number." I handed him my phone to put his number in.
"Do you know that you're really beautiful?" he asked after he snapped a picture of me.
"And you're very pretty."
"Isn't pretty used to describe girls most of the time?"
"Yes, so?" he started to stare at me, like I'd done to him. "You're fucking staring."
"You stare at me most of the time. I can't help but stare at you. You're really beautiful." He touched my cheek softly. And of course I blushed.
Traitor cheeks!
The colour drained from my cheeks seconds later. "You know I have a feel that we're flirting."
"Mmm. Me calling you beautiful is not flirting, is it?"
I moved closer and cocked my head to the side. "Are you sure?"
His breathing hitched like mine did. He shook his head, muttering "No".
I walked away to look for a shopping cart.
I placed things for breakfast and dinner. And some ingredients to bake.
"What about lunch?"
"I'll be at school."
"Saturdays and Sundays?"
I shrugged, "I sleep late, sue me."
"But school can be cancelled one day and you didn't know."
I smiled at his silliness. "I go out or I can order a pizza or take out. And if I'm in the mood Chinese."
"In the middle of the day?"
"Edward! Why does it matter?"
"It doesn't. Just making conversation." He picked up a pack of turkey and ham slices. He held them up for me to choose.
"Will you shut up?" I asked. He nodded. "Well then…both."
We walked to the check-out counter, and unloaded the cart.
"So you bake?"
"Obviously." I said pointing to the muffin mix.
"Do you know that you to that you're an awful conversation maker?"
"What if I am? What if it's because I don't have friends?"
"What do you call me?" he asked with a hint of hurt in his voice.
"Right now…a annoying, teenage boy that don't know when to shut up."
"Ouch."
"Earlier today… an amazing, sweet, kind…teenage boy who don't know when to shut up," I grinned at him.
"I don't mean to be a egoistical bastard, but you forgot good-looking and smart."
"Right." I turned to the cashier. "Are you gonna stand there and drool over my friend or do I have to check my items myself?"
"Um…y-yeah, sorry," she stuttered and started doing the job she's been paid for.
After packing I packed the groceries in bags I took out three fifty dollars note bills. "They actually take credit cards here." Edward laughed, reminding me of my mistake the first day at school.
"Ha ha."
After I paid the cashier I pushed the car to the exit with Edward in tow. I almost fell when he pulled me all of a sudden. He pulled me away from the cart to the back of the building where someone was selling jewelry.
"Can you stop pulling me, so I can get my things before they get stolen?" I asked him. He continued pulling me. I glared at him. "They're already paid for!"
"Do I have to shut you up myself?"
"You're kidding me right?" he place his arm around my shoulders and cover my mouth.
He nodded to the man in greeting and then picked up a bracelet with some pretty beads and the word "Wish" in gold letters.
"If someone was buy this for you, what would you think of it?" I took the bracelet from him and immediately saw the price tag.
"It's too expensive."
"Other than that?"
"Well," I started. "It's beautiful, for one thing."
"Okay." He took it and paid for it along with some black and white plastic bangles.
Was he buying me them? I smiled at the thought.
"Edward who are those for?" I asked trying to act like it's no big deal.
"My sisters'… Rosalie's friend."
Ouch.
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This chapter is so long because I wanted to wrap that up so I can write Bella's birthday and Edward's and Bella's date. After they're date the story will be better.
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-Angel
