Hey, updates might be fewer for the next month or so (if this story takes that long) because we have 9th grade assessment at my school and it's my graduation project so I need to focus on that a little more. I will update on the weekends though, don't worry!

Chapter Ten: Crashes

BPOV

Monday…

School started our pretty nicely. I was dry and my new shoes were clean thanks to my new truck. I made it to homeroom and my morning passed easily, if not boringly. I didn't see Jasper. I had asked Jess and she said he was a year ahead of us, but that his sister, Alice and brother, the mysterious and sexy Edward were in our grade.

The fact that Edward was in our year (and that he was single, according to an obviously upset Jess) made my mood soar even higher! Maybe I didn't have to kill myself! And five months 26 days wasn't too bad…

My day was actually great until I walked into the lunchroom and tried to steal a glance at Edward.

He wasn't there.

The rest of them were. I was Jasper look over and waved. The girl next to him shot me a death glare and I looked away, embarrassed. The other Cullen's were also at the table. But Edward wasn't.

I felt my heart sink into my stomach. My day was just ruined. I was planning to flirt it up to him today and find out why he took such a dislike to me. But I guess that plan was shattered.

The rest of the day sucked too…

Friday…

He was back on Friday. I knew because I had looked for the first time since Tuesday. That was the day I had lied to myself and told myself I didn't care.

But, as with most lies, I didn't mean it.

He was sitting there, with the rest of them, looking fabulous. He must have been sick or something, I figured. But the little voice in my head told me the same thing it had been telling me for the entire week: I had something to do with his absence. It was selfish, sure, but I was selfish. I was Bella Collins for gawds sake!

I was so bubbly the rest of lunch that Mike asked me what I was snorting and where I could get some. I just laughed and told him I hadn't snorted anything since I'd gotten here.

Biology could not have come sooner.

I sat down next to him and introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Bella. I guess I didn't really get to say 'hi' on Monday. So, hi!" Gawd, could I sound lamer? Who was I? Hilary Duff?

He didn't reply. I thought his head may have nodded a bit, but that was it. He wasn't breathing by the look of him.

I tried again. "Hello? Are you deaf or something? What's your name? Yo!"

This time I got something. He turned he his beautiful head in my direction and said to me, slowly, "I don't think we should be friends. Sorry." Then he turned away again and focused on the blank chalkboard.

Uh, hello? Who said I wanted to be friends? All I said was that I wanted to say hi. This dude was weird. Hot or not, he was strange.

"Whatever, loser," I said under my breath. I could barely even here it, but I saw his mouth turn up a bit and I knew he had heard it.

Class started then and I tried to focus. But it was hard with a mentally deranged Greek gawd sitting next to me…

Two months later…

It had been two months since I had talked to Edward "Messed Up" Cullen. And no, I'm not holding, like, a grudge or anything! Just, that guy was weird, messed up (hence the nickname), and he didn't want me. Like I said: strange.

No, I'm not angry or anything. So not!!!!

We didn't even speak during labs. I just wrote down what I thought, and he did his. No interaction, whatsoever. Now, that wasn't my choice, no way. He never spoke back to me! In the beginning I had tried to start a conversation, but I was lucky if he nodded, or breathed! That guy must have an oxygen tank in his lungs because I never saw him breath. Not that I'm looking at his hot, muscled chest or anything…

So, like I was saying, I hadn't talked or had any interaction with him, when a cold, icy day bloomed one day in February. I had parked and was standing by my car, tying my shoes, when I heard a screech and someone scream "Bella!"

Two things registered in my brain. One was that there was a car plowing at me, and the driver didn't seem to be doing anything to stop it. The second was that Edward "Messed Up" Cullen was standing ten cars away, with his family.

I looked back at the car, but then felt a hard something slam into my side and push me to the ground. I couldn't see anything, but I felt my head hit the ground hard and I heard someone swearing as something else screeched and groaned in protest.

I tried to lift my head but couldn't. My head was stuck underneath my truck. I shimmied it out and looked up at my savior: Edward Cullen. He was braced against the blue car, his shoulders digging into the framework. His grip wasn't all that great though, and the back end was slipping down. It was going to land on my legs. I tried to move but was paralyzed by fear. If my mom was sending out here to learn some fear and humility, it was working. I was terrified!

But before the car was able to smash my legs, I felt a cold hand pull them out of the way. The car went down, but my feet stayed attached to me. Which was good because my shoes today were limited edition Nike sneakers…

My rescuer was still pushing up against the car and I glanced at my arms and stomach to see if anything else was going to get smashed. It didn't appear that way, so I decided to take my chances and ask him, "How the hell did you get here so fast?"

He didn't reply. I didn't expect him too. I didn't even expect him to save me from a plowing car. He sure hadn't made it seem that he gave a damn about what happened to me these last few weeks. Why start now?

The car finally stopped grinding toward us, and Edward was able to put it down, not on my legs, thankfully. He crouched down, beside me and said the most words he'd ever said to me since he said he didn't want to be friends, "Are you alright?"

I looked up at him, trying not to drool at his perfection, and said the first thing that came to my head, "How the hell did you do that?"

Unfortunately, before he could answer, the car was pushed out of the way and Mike, Jess, Angela, and a few of my other friends rushed into the small space. The crowded around me and before I could say anything, Edward was gone

"We called an ambulance. It'll be here in a minute. God! That was terrifying! How did you survive? I mean, no one saw Edward Cullen until just now! Are you okay?" The questions came at me so fast I wasn't able to answer any of them before five more appeared.

I saw flashing lights and heard sirens before the car was moved even more and I was lifted on a stretcher. Despite my pleas and complaining, I was forced into the ambulance. Edward was giving his account to the EMT.

No one else was allowed in, and that made it less embarrassing. But what made me furious was that Edward got to ride in the front with the driver. As I was lifted into the van he smiled at me (my heart stopped by the way) and told me it was all about whom you know. I ground my teeth in anger.

The entire ride there I was checked and tested, and even the EMTs had to admit I was okay. regrettably, I still had to be checked by a real doctor in the hospital.

That day was the beginning of my realization that Edward wasn't some regular seventeen year old. He was… special.

Whoo! This chapter took me awhile to write and I rewrote the second half three times! You better like it! Lol

I was wondering… does anyone want to be my beta writer? I'd check out your stories first to see if you were a good writer, but PM me if you want the job!

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