This might be a little confusing, but bare with me for now. It will get unconfusing soon. Is "unconfusing" even a word? The stuff in this chapter has actually happened to me. Stupid Dylan. Oh well. Enjoy. Don't forget to R&R. You'll get more updates.

Feels Like Tonight;;
Chapter Ten - You're My Problem

I must have fallen back to sleep sometime in the short time that Edward had left the room. I was still upset about what had happened. I took it to be an Edward thing though. He woke me up by shaking me gently. My eyes opened and smiled at him.

Edward was sitting on the side of my bed. "What were you thinking today?"

An awkward question. I yawned as a force of habit when I first wake up. "When?"

"At school."

I knew automatically what he had been talking about. I didn't know if I should tell him that I was scared or not. I just wished that he would explain what happened. I guess I could keep one little bitty secret from him.

"Please answer my question from earlier." My voice set and unwavering.

Edward glanced at me and then to his hands. It looked as if he was debating with himself whether it was safe to tell me. It was driving me crazy.

"You'll get an answer from me, when I get an answer from you." My voice stern.

He still hadn't said anything. I sighed and got out of bed. I half ran to the bathroom, before going to make dinner. After I had washed my hands and walked down the stairs, I noticed that Edward hadn't moved from my bed. My jaw tightened, just like his had earlier.

How could this put so much strain on our relationship already. I grimaced. Relationship. We hadn't even been together a week. Not even five days yet. I wasn't counting though. Gah! He was frustrating me. I didn't know what to say.

I had pulled out carrots and celery. I was going to make vegetable soup for dinner. I started to chop the ingredients when I decided that I would just go tell him.

I forgot to put the knife down, as I turned and walked toward my room. Edward was still sitting on my bed. His eyes wide as he saw me enter.

"Bella, Love, please put the knife down."

Meh. This shouldn't bother him. "Tell me what I want to know, Edward."

His body still on my bed, eyes on me. My furiousness grew deep inside me like a monster that was ready to strike its next victim. His green eyes sparkled in the light. It looked like he was about to cry. Oh no! I moved next to the dresser to set the knife down. I must have scared him. I didn't mean to though.

Just as I turned to meet his eyes, he was out of the room. I could hear a soft sob. I couldn't tell if he was happy or not. I...think I did something wrong.

I walked out the door, and leaned beside him. "Edward, I didn't mean to scare you. I just, want to know what happened. I don't want you and Emmett to be in trouble because of me."

"Is there something that you're keeping from me?"

Well, just the fact that you scared the living daylights out of me today. "Nope."

"Then tell me what you were thinking earlier."

"I'm not a monster. I won't tell you, to prevent myself from sounding like one."

Edward moved now. He got on his knees. He began to beg. "Bella, I feel like shit as it is, because you saw that. Don't break my heart, please."

My face went blank. I couldn't believe that he was...whatever. It didn't matter.

"Edward, if I tell you I'll break your heart. I'm not that person. Not when I love you like I do."

"I love you, too."

It was the first time that we had ever said those three words. I didn't really know how to react to it. I knew that I did, at least I thought I knew it. I didn't know how love felt. Whenever I was around this boy though, my stomach felt different. It was light, happy, empty. Whenever he left, I wanted to cry. Every second away from him, was like another millisecond off of my life.

"Please just tell me. I promise it won't break my heart. Only one word can now, and that is good-bye."

I shook my head, unable to process it. He finished begging. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't going to ask again. It pained me to see him like this.

"Dammit, Edward! You really want to know what I was thinking? I was scared of you! You need to go to Anger Management or something." Anger raising in my voice.

The hurt from my words swelled in his beautiful, smothering green eyes. Quickly the hurt was defeated by anger, moments later.

"Then why the hell did you let it get that far, Bella? Why'd you tell me what he did? Did he even touch you?" He yelled at me. It was if his eyes flashed a vibrant shade of crimson, deeper and deeper with every word he spoke them.

I felt myself stumble back a few steps into the wall. "Stop, Edward. Please. You're scaring me." A mere whisper. It was all I could muster.

I could see concern in his eyes. I didn't wait for an answer to my question anymore. I went back into my room to get the knife so I could finish making dinner. I tried to let go of the thought of Edward's anger, but it was too hard. He tried to talk to me as I passed by him to go to the kitchen, but I ignored him. It pained me, and I'm sure it pained him as well.

I pulled onions out of the fridge and began to cut them. I figured it was the best way to hid my tears from him. I quickly put the blade into the onion, and began to slice and chop.

I heard the chair at the table slide out. Edward was sitting down. I didn't have to turn around to know that. I hated crying. He would probably notice once I turned around that I was crying, and not because of the onions.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed it. I should have given you what you wanted. From this moment on, it will be all about you. Anything you want, you'll have it."

Wow. I didn't turn around, but I stopped chopping the onion. What I had done, I put it in the pot. Hoping beyond hope that Edward wouldn't continue. He was making me feel worse with the words he was saying. I hadn't done anything at all. I just told him what he wanted to hear.

"Now, you asked something of me. It is time for me to answer you." I could hear the sadness in his voice. The regret from yelling. The regret from what happened at school. "When you passed out, I wasn't in time to catch you before you fell on the floor, but Emmett caught your head. We carried you to the nurse. She gave us ice to put on your forehead and instructed us to either take you home or leave you there. Mr. Greene didn't want the office to be crowded. He told Em, Eric, and myself to follow him into the office. When we got in there, I felt bad that I wasn't around for you. Eric explained what had happened, in poor lies. Mr. Greene asked Em and I what happened and we went through it. I have detention before school for all next week. Emmett and myself talked Mr. Greene out of giving you detention. Eric has detention during lunch, and he has to be moved away from you in any classes you have together. Mr. Green is hoping that you will file a complaint about Eric. He isn't the only one. Charlie already knows. He was called before we were permitted to leave. When we were done, Mr. Greene informed one of us that only one was permitted to have the rest of school off with you. Emmett had practice, and I couldn't bear to be away from you anymore than I already had been."

I dropped the knife and turned around. I didn't care if he saw the tears in my eyes. I knew from the moment that he saw them. He moved quickly to my side, not paying attention to the chair falling to the ground making a loud noise. Edward kissed the tears out of my eyes. His lips were cool against my warm face. His arms found my waist. I wasn't mad, sad, or upset. I just wanted his hands on me. I crushed my body into his and began to passionately kiss him.