Edward stared at me for the longest time, studying my face. I started blushing furiously, looking at my bedspread.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, his voice husky and low.

"I'm a muddle of emotions right now." I replied, my own voice low. "My stomach is in knots, and I don't know why. I just need time to think."

Edward got up, and without a word, exited through my window.

I collapsed in tears.

What did I feel? How did I feel about him? There was so much running through my head. Confusion, regret, hatred, lust, love...I've never felt so much for one person. Part of me wanted to never see him again, and part of me ached for his arms around me again.

How did he feel about me?

That was easy. He said he loved him.

But why? I don't know him. He doesn't know me. True love didn't exist…did it?

Was there some force that pulled us together?

I sank into my sheets, trying to forget.

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I was dreaming.

First off, I was looking at myself-one of the tell-tale signs that I was dreaming.

Secondly, the borders of this dream were hazy.

Thirdly, and this was most important-I was in Edward's arms.

We were sprawled out on a large bed, with crushed red velvet sheets beneath us. We were both fully clothed, to my dismay, but the physical proximity and his lips buried in my hair was enough to send shivers down my spine.

His mouth slowly worked its way down, coming to my ear, and stopping there. He whispered to me, his words almost silent.

"I love you, Bella."

I looked at Edward, and whispered back, smiling.

"I love you too."

The dream exploded into a thousand pieces.

I shot awake to the sound of my alarm. I looked around me, and felt a sadness I had never felt before at my aloneness.

It was Sunday. I still had one more day until I saw Edward. Part of me was looking forward to it…but part of me dreaded Biology-to see his face, in the mask, looking at me. Me, knowing I hurt him.

I drudged through the day with a sense of foreboding. I couldn't stay home-I had to face my demons. Many times I walked to the front door, picking up my keys to drive my car to Edward's-but I would always chicken out, and crawl back into my hole.

I had a dreamless night.

I was grateful for that. The fewer thoughts clouding my head, the better. I tried to lengthen my morning rituals, but I couldn't avoid it any longer.

I exited my house, the dismal weather making my mood even worse. I took extra caution driving to school, not pushing my truck over thirty miles an hour. Arriving at school, I saw that my attempts to delay the start of my school day were in vain. I was one of the first people there. I parked far away from the building, hoping the walk would help clear my head. I still had seven periods before I had to see Edward.

"Bella."

My name startled me. I turned around, looking for the owner of the voice. Without even seeing him, I knew who it was.

Edward stood there, without his makeup or suit on. I looked curiously at him.

"Edward's going to live with my parents for a while." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Anthony. Nice to meet you."

I stared at his hand, afraid to take it. My eyes flashed back up to his face. His eyes showed the same hurt that haunted me through the weekend.

I had to make a choice. I was hurting him. I had to decide. Do I tell him to leave, or do I stay with him, no matter where it may take me?

I had thought enough. My decision was made.

Hey readers. Thanks for the nice reviews. In case you couldn't tell, I kinda liked doing the author's note last time. Sorry that this chapter is all over the place, but I tried to write like how a hormonal, confused teenage girl might think. Anyway, thanks for the reads, and reviews. Oh, and please tell me what Bella should choose. Should she go with weirdo Edward, or tell him to bugger off?

Thanks

-KC