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A/N: Hello everybody, thank you for the reviews, I enjoyed reading them. I'm feeling happy! Here's another chapter where all has gone on the edge.

Enjoy reading!

Chapter 10 - On the edge

There's that funny feeling, which doesn't have a real name to it, but it's a combination of two feelings.

The first is when everything is clear and finally you've got peace. In this case, I knew that Edward simply couldn't stand me any longer. So I knew I had to stay away from him. He told me, without a double meaning to it. That's the end of it. I just had to stay away from him.

However, the second feeling is confusion, because it brings the questions. Why did he hate me? What happened? Did I say something wrong? Did I do something offensive? Perhaps he knew I was Bella Swan and hated me for lying to him.

There's that funny feeling, where you think you've got peace, but really, all you've got is a bunch of unanswered question.

It's a very funny feeling indeed.

My appetite was lost and even though I knew getting some food in my system was important, I still couldn't find it in me to force something down.

I'll have a bigger dinner tonight to compensate.

As I slowly reached the classroom, I was the first to arrive, with Mr. Banner already inside, looking at his computer screen in absolute horror and confusion. He looked up and noticed me.

"Did Edward tell you?"

I stared at Mr. Banner as he suddenly addressed to me. Nobody else was yet inside the room, but it was still ten minutes until class started.

"Did Edward tell me what?" I asked.

"'I am no longer interested in the subject and therefor will be finding another subject to entertain myself with'." Mr. Banner read from off the computer screen. "What is this for nonsense? Why would he suddenly choose to drop this subject, from which I in fact know is the only class he attends with you. Do you know why he dropped Biology? Did you two get into a fight?"

I dropped my eyes to the ground and sighed. "I don't know."

"You see, I do not understand why that boy would drop the subject he excels in. It's the subject he enjoys the most. I know you think he hates being here, and he mocks me constantly, but never in my life have I had a student with higher grades then Edward."

I flinched. Biology was Edward's best subject? And I quite knew why he dropped it. So he'd be able to stay away from me. He couldn't even stand it to have me around him. Where was this whole thing leading to?

"Rebecca, are you sure you don't know anything about Edward's reasons?"

"Not really," I answered. Which was true. I knew he wanted me to stay away from him, but why?

I have no idea.

"I know this will sound silly, but I believe he switched because of you."

For a moment, I stared at him for making that conclusion.

Because what did I do, dammit?

"Me?"

Mr. Banner shrugged. "It's a guess. But a logical one, if you ask me. Would you mind confronting him about this? Put me into the subject if you must, and tell him that I requested that you ask him why he switched. Would you do that?"

I watched him with a troubled face. "He isn't a fan of me... I-I swear sometimes I believe he hates me."

"Hate? Don't be silly, Edward doesn't hate you."

What did this man know about Edward?

"Please try, Rebecca."

"I can try," I muttered.

"That's great!" he said cheerfully. "You are excused from class."

"Now?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, of course," he said quickly. "And please try your best to find out. If anyone can, it's really you."

As I was excused from class, the break was over and students entered the classroom. I waited - just to be sure - until all of the arrived, but there was no sign from Edward. So he really did drop Biology.

I closed the door behind me quietly and decided the cafeteria would be the first place for me to check. I glanced around, but nobody was in sight.

Great.

Where could he possible be?

Studying in the study area?

Making out with girls in empty classrooms?

Well, isn't that a strange mental picture...

A safe bet was outside. He did smoke, after all.

I left the cafeteria behind me and started going to the entrance. If he wasn't outside, I truly didn't know where else he could be. I could always check if his car was still in the parking lot, that could tell me at least something about his whereabouts.

Luckily for me, I spotted him from a distance. He stood outside, but still close enough to the entrance so that he remained sheltered from the pouring rain.

Quietly, I opened the door and he quickly turned his head, dropping his eyes down to me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked angrily.

I closed the door behind me and leaned against it with my back.

I'm so tired of this.

In the spur of the moment, I told him something entirely different then what I was supposed to ask him.

"I came here to tell you that you shouldn't drop Biology. Go back to class, retake the class and..." I dropped my eyes. "And instead, I will drop Biology."

"You are really getting on my nerves. Can't you simply do what I'm asking you to do?"

"I really wish it was that simple."

Edward seemed to be waiting for a bigger explanation, but I was done.

I couldn't give Edward what he was asking me to do, because the truth was, I didn't know what he wanted anymore. His mind kept changing. His mood was always different. I never knew what to expect.

"You used to be able to stand up for yourself."

I scowled and resisted the urge to turn my head to see if perhaps he was talking to some other person behind me.

"Me?" I asked instead. "Well, I know what I did yesterday with Tanya was a little overboard."

"I wasn't talking about yesterday."

I stopped breathing and watched him as he casually took out a cigarette and light it on. He offered me one as well, but I could barely move. He shrugged and put the rest back in his coat's pocket.

The air of his cigarette hit my nose.

"Then what were you talking about?" I asked.

"Nothing at all," he muttered. He came to lean beside me and his fingers touched my forehead where Tanya's fist or ring or whatever it was had teared my skin open. "You've got a little bump. Does it still hurt?"

I was numbed into silence as his cold fingers touched the my forehead.

"Hmm?" he hummed.

"Why am I not meant to understand?" I asked instead. "About what you said during lunch break."

"You're curious," he said instead.

"Why am I not meant to understand why I should stay away from you?" I repeated with more clarification.

"Because if for a moment you could stop lying to yourself about your identity, you could figure that answer out for yourself," he said in a force, calm, cold voice.

I tensed beside him and he pushed himself off the door and came to stand right in front of me. I looked up, and I believe I was gaping at him. I believe that he already knew that I was not Rebecca Dwyer.

"Did you know that sometimes people hurt other people, just to take away their own pain?"

I slowly nodded.

"And then there are people who make their pain bigger then it really is."

I scowled at this declaration.

"I believe you've been hurt, but I don't believe it's as big as you make it out to be. You want to know what happened to me? Would you like to know what my sick biological parents did to me once I was born?"

I was shaking my head all the time. I wanted to turn around and get back inside, but I couldn't let Edward get away with what he just said to me.

"If you really knew what happened to me, you wouldn't have said that." I sighed hard. "To me, this isn't some comparing game. Maybe you have suffered too, but that doesn't take away my pain, however little it seems in your eyes. I'm sorry for your pain, but at least you have your parents who adopted you and a few very valuable people in your life that would save your ass if you were ever in trouble. They would come and pick you up if you called them in the middle of the night to say you are stranded in Timbuktu! If you went missing... dozens of people would know it, probably within an hour. I sometimes wonder, if I went missing. Would anyone notice?"

To see Edward taken aback was a shock to say the least. "Your parents-"

"No," I snapped angrily before he could finish that sentence. "My mom is selfish and my dad is blind. They are my parents, and I have some connection with them, but that connection is not complete. It has little value."

"You told me about that friend of yours, the one that calls you a beaver?"

Oh, yeah, I did...

"I suppose so, but that friend that calls me beaver is also the one who told me I don't connect easily with people."

"Why?"

"I asked him the same question." I nodded, remembering that day as if it were yesterday.

"What he say?"

Before I answered Edward, I looked at the ground. "He told me that I had built a wall around me that reached too high for anyone to climb, even him. He told me it would someday kill me, unless... Unless I found the reason for building that wall and made some peace with it."

"Did you make peace?"

Now I did look up. "It's not... I can't... That's not possible. If you knew what... What happened..." I sighed and instead turned my head and hoped he'd ignore what I failed miserably to explain.

Edward threw his cigarette in a muddy pool behind him and watched me intensely.

"What?"

"I don't care what others say anymore," he said with still a look of intensity in his eyes. "I take back my words."

"Which ones exactly?"

"Us not being friends."

I scowled hard. "I don't remember you ever saying that."

He rolled his eyes. "It's what I pretty much implied, when I told you to stay away from me."

I looked to the sideways, thinking about what this meant.

It means he's got another mood swing.

Whatever he told me today, would not be valid anymore by tomorrow. And besides, me being friends with Edward?

Never going to happen.

"But you don't believe me," Edward stated as I raised my eyes to him. He steered his head and seemed wounded.

"You've told me to stay away from you. Not even one hour ago. And Monday you told me what you think of me. You said I'm some attention seeking bitch. And yesterday I was a slut? And now, what, we should be friends? Am I supposed to understand this, because I really don't."

"I lied."

"I remember every word you told me."

"Erase them from your mind."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"Because I can't trust you!"

The fact that he was asking me these questions confirmed to me that he still didn't know I was Bella Swan. Why else would he ask me?

"Hmm, it all comes down to trust?" he muttered. "Is there any way I could earn your trust, even if it's just a little bit?"

"Jacob Black," I said in an unwavering voice. "What is it with you two?"

"If I tell you about Jacob Black, I could earn your trust?"

I shook my head. "If you want my trust, you'll have to be honest with me."

He gave me a crooked smile and nodded. I stared at him with straight lips."Okay then, if that's what it takes. By the end of this night, I'll tell you everything that I know. Does that sound good to you?"

"Why... Why by the end of this night?"

"Because I've got a lot to tell you, brown eyes."

He glanced at his watch.

"We should go to the gym for that competition. How about I pick you up this evening around six and we'll have dinner?"

Not dinner!

I've still got questions!

Why again are we going to do this?

"Great," he said, taking my silence as a yes.

I never said yes!

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I couldn't believe my eyes when I entered the gymnasium. It was stuffed with students and nearly impossible to make it from one side to the other. I recognized nobody and instead tried to find the Coach.

There were two boxing rings, and I noticed that one was for the boys and one was for the girls. They had begun the warming ups and finally I found a familiar face.

It was him however who waved at me with a smile.

"Hi, there!" Jasper called, patting the seat beside him.

"Hey," I said. "Pretty stuffed here, huh?"

"Yeah, I still remember my first time. But it's an exciting sport and eventually everybody is curious as to what their grade is. Are you excited?"

"Well... Edward told me he already gave the Coach a form which says he doesn't give consent for me to compete. But I'm not supposed to tell this to anybody, I think."

Jasper raised his eyebrows. "Edward did that?"

I nodded.

"He also didn't think you could compete with somebody on the same level as you?"

I laughed. "I don't think anybody here has the same level as me."

"You are not that bad," Jasper kindly replied. "Edward has taught you well. Even thought, sometimes I did wonder, was he teaching you how to box or was he rather giving you some self defense lessons?"

"Jasper Cullen!" the Coach suddenly roared. "I've been calling you for ages now! Get in that ring!"

Jasper laughed at the Coach and gave me a nod as he stepped toward the ring. I noticed Edward, by accident, talking to Emmett.

As I was staring at the two, I was suddenly staring into both their eyes as they both looked at me, as if they had know all along that I was looking. I gave a small smile to the both of them and then diverted my eyes.

Two girls were warming up in the other boxing ring as the Coach gave Jasper a B- merely because he hadn't responded to her the first time.

"Hey!" I called to Jasper, walking up to him with disappointing eyes. "I'm sorry she graded you lower, maybe if we hadn't been talking-"

He already held up his hand. "No, no, it had nothing to do with you. The Coach is like that. It could have happened to anyone. Besides, the only one getting an straight A today is Edward on the boy's team and Tanya on the girl's team."

I nodded. "Are they like a thing?"

Jasper glanced behind me and I did too, noticing Tanya, as always, looking beautiful.

"They once were, but then Edward found something that has more value to him and forgot about Tanya."

"Really? What's that?"

"Rebecca!" the Coach barked and I jumped.

Jasper laughed and mumbled, before walking away, "There, the Coach already answered for me."

"Yes?" I said, approaching her and seeing her with a big smile on her face.

That's strange, seeing her smile. And why did Jasper say that?

"Alright," she said, looking at her paper. "This fight will be very interesting, especially because I've never seen you fight before, but apparently, you're even better then Tanya. You've lost your space, haven't ya?"

The Coach looked at Tanya and I looked at her too. However, Tanya didn't seem affected by her comment.

"Well, Rebecca! I'm very curious to see your skills. You can start your warming up with Tanya and I shall return in a few minutes."

Clearly I heard her wrong.

There was a mistake.

It's a mistake.

"Wait!" I said, trying to get through the crowd to reach her.

Damn all these people making it impossible to see a single person through the thick crowd!

"Wait, Coach. Please!" Fortunately she did stop.

"Come on, hurry now," she said, looking at me impatiently.

"Edward said he didn't give me permission to fight anyone," I started.

"He gave you the permission and actually recommended for you to fight with Tanya, the best boxer of all the girls. I'm impressed, honestly, so get your warming-up, because I'm really curious to see you box with Tanya."

"I swear, Coach, I'm not at all good at boxing! This will not end well!" This won't even happen.

"Come, come, Rebecca, don't be modest now. I'll get back in a few minutes after I grade Edward and Emmett.

I gaped after her as she left to the boy's ring.

I couldn't do this. I knew nothing. This was mission impossible.

I cannot box. Even Edward said so to me. However...

Edward lied to me.

Apparently he said to the Coach that I can box and well too. Did he want me bruised and hurt? That would happen if I entered the ring where Tanya already stood, waiting for her competitor.

Waiting for me.

"Aren't you coming?" Tanya said loudly.

Me.

She had a look in her eye, which I couldn't understand. It was as if she was glad I was her competitor.

"Edward's wrong," I told her.

Perhaps I could negotiate this with Tanya.

Very cute, Bella. You're very naive for thinking that.

"Yeah, I know," she said. "Because I'm going to kick your ass."

The younger crowd cheered, because they were obviously curious to see this fight. I found myself being pushed toward the ring, and suddenly, I was bending to get under the elastic. Then I was in the ring.

"Don't push me!" I yelled to the little brats who dared to push me, but after one glance back at the crowd, I had no idea who it had been. There were simply too many faces.

Before I had a chance to even lift my arms, Tanya punched my shoulders and upper arms and I fell down on my behind.

"What the hell?"

"Better then her?"

I didn't hear much after that, but the crowd was wondering how I had gotten the honor of being the best boxer, while Tanya was obviously better.

I pushed myself up and this time I was prepared. I had my arms up to protect at least my head, but her fist went down, to my sides and stomach. Automatically, my arms went down, but then her fist collided with my cheek and I twisted and fell on the ground.

That hurt.

My cheek was throbbing, but that wasn't the only thing that hurt. Already I felt sore around my abdomen and sides.

"Tanya," I said, my voice labored. "You win."

She didn't even answer me, she just huffed and was barely out of breath. But I saw something in her eyes that she had also carried in her eyes nine years ago.

Anger.

Something was wrong with me, but I got up anyway, and this time, when for a second, I didn't feel her fist, I tried to hit her, but she blocked me and hit me on my stomach, shoulder, side, then my arm. She was too fast for me to keep up.

And I was angry, because how could Edward do this to me? First, he seemed kind, almost human, and then this?

How could I be so stupid?

I ran toward Tanya and ducked when her fist was about the hit me, and for the first time, hit her on the stomach.

"Take that, bitch," I hissed.

This wasn't boxing anymore, this was a fight.

However, what happened next caused a lot of screaming from the crowd. Tanya was extremely quick and strong, and she took off her gloves - an item I never even got the chance to put on - and she held my shoulder and punched repeatedly on my head, leaving me no room to get out of her grip. And man, she was strong, both at holding me and punching.

I tried to escape her grasp, I tried to punch her back, I tried to use my legs, and I even considered using my teeth, but none of those worked and soon I couldn't take much more of it. I lost strength to fight back. I started breathing heavier. And if that monster didn't stop soon enough, she'd have me unconscious. Surely, she couldn't actually want that?

I felt blood run down my face, coming out of my nose and mouth. My skin felt hot from the punches.

"Enough!" a girl's voice called.

Thank you!

"No more!" another girl screamed.

Well, I'm glad you agree too.

"Let her go, Tanya!" a familiar sounding girl's voice yelled.

"Unfair!"

"Fire! There's fire!"

And eventually I heard people scream. Just like that. They randomly started screaming.

"What on earth is everybody yelling about?" the Coach asked loudly.

Finally, Tanya let me go and I dropped face down.

I kept my eyes closed and I felt something nudge my side.

"Oh, she's such a wimp," Tanya said in a laugh. "I barely touched her."

"Tanya, you crossed the line!" Angela screamed. "Is she alright? Rebecca? Rebecca!"

Her voice sounded far away.

"OH MY GOD!" Alice screamed, and the entire gymnasium shut up after that declaration. "Why is there so much blood?"

"Everybody, stay where you are! Angela, back down! EVERYBODY BACK DOWN! This is boxing, after all. And sometimes people do get hit knocked out."

"She's bleeding!" Angela said angrily. "You should have seen Tanya! YOU. SHOULD. HAVE. STOPPED!"

"Oh, come on!" Tanya said angrily. "You don't know what you're talking about! This was a fair fight!"

"If so, then where are your and this girl's head and hand protection?" the Coach asked. "That's what I thought, now be quiet, Tanya."

Several hands touched me and I felt myself being pushed, so that I was lying on my back. Somebody held my head very still, forcing it not to move.

Everybody was eerily quiet. I much more preferred the yelling.

"Her nose is either severely bruised or broken," a voice said. Emmett's voice.

"Why the fuck did you do this to her, Edward? She told me that you said she wouldn't have to box."

"Somebody, get that nurse, right now!" the Coach called.

My head was pounding too hard to let people know that I wasn't fully unconscious, but I didn't feel very good either.

"She told you the fucking truth, Jasper," Edward snapped.

"Then what the hell was she doing in this ring, fighting with Tanya?" he continued.

"I'd like to know that too," Edward said.

"Edward, you gave me this recommendation," the Coach said.

"She's been unconscious for too long, better call an ambulance," Edward said. "What recommendation?"

"I said I want that nurse!" the Coach yelled. "Where is she? Hello? Yes, I'd like an ambulance quickly at Forks High school, there's been an accident, involving Rebbecca Dwyer who's got no consciousnesses and blood loss, possibly a broken nose..."

"Tanya!" Edward said. "What the fuck were you thinking? I warned you about this, remember? Yet you did it anyway."

"SHUT UP!" the Coach roared. "I'm talking on the phone!"

A girl laughed. "Sweetheart, don't be crazy. After all, it's you who gave her permission to fight me. And she did darn well!" Her voice was sarcastic, but with her whole being, Tanya was plain sadistic.

A silence fell. I heard nothing for a long while, when suddenly the laugh was replaced by a petrified scream.

"Edward, no!" Now I heard Alice.

"Let her go, man!" Emmett said. "Jasper, hold her head." The hands on my head got replaced.

"Calm yourself," Jasper called. "She's a girl."

"Edward, walk away," Emmett said, his voice coming from a distance. "Walk away, man."

"I've got to hang up, the situation here is getting out of hand," the Coach said.

"Fuck you," Edward cursed. "I never thought you'd stoop this low."

"Edward, this is on you," the Coach said. "You're judgment has lacked badly. Why do you think we work with consent forms? I thought I could trust you, Edward, with your judgement."

Tanya actually laughed, but stopped abruptly.

"And Tanya, I'm not finished with you either! The way this girl is bruising tells me you were not just boxing. If you want to pick a fight, why don't you find somebody your own size? This is not acceptable, Tanya! No headgear, no gloves and ignoring the rules! You thick, fool! I'm going to have to report you to the police because of this."

Edward laughed. The sound was hard and with it came anger. "My judgment was to not get her anywhere near this ring."

"What are you saying? I have your consent form right here."

Edward was quiet for a moment, then he said, "This fucking entire consent form is not mine! This is not the one I wrote, somebody must have switched it. Fuck! I told her she didn't have to be in the competition. I told her. What the fuck was she thinking? What the fuck is the matter with her?"

"Are you telling me something, Edward?" the Coach asked suspiciously. "And enough with the cursing."

He cleared his throat. "Somebody faked my signature. Fucking report it. Fucking do something with it."

He obviously doesn't care about cursing so much.

"Alright, you heard him! You, there! Janis, is it? Call the chief of police. If we're going to do this, we'll do this right."

Everything inside me crumbled, but then all the crumbled pieces got mashed together into a horrible pain in my chest.

The chief of police.

Being knock-out would have been better then this semi-consciousness.

"I think she needs to see a doctor, soon," Jasper said.

Oh God. Dear God. Please no. Not the chief of police. Anyone but him. And not a doctor. With my luck, they'd bring me to the best of the best... while I knew the best of the best was Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

"Coach! We can't find the nurse anywhere!"

She actually groaned. "That ambulance better hurry up," she said angrily. "I don't like this at all."

Everybody would know after this day. It would be a big town's joke when the chief of police couldn't find a person with the name Rebecca Dwyer and it would get nasty when Charlie found out I lied and he had to find out like this.

"Hey," Jasper said softly. "I think she's coming around."

Slowly, I blinked my eyes open, but they felt so heavy. And my head was pounding. My sight was blurry, and I needed a moment to get a clear vision. I brought my hands to my head and blinked until I could see who were sitting around me.

Jasper sat behind my head, holding my head still. Emmett was hunching on my left side, trying to gauge my reaction, and Edward, being on my right side, was looking with so many emotions in his eyes.

Disbelief, frustration, anger, sorrow and guilt.

"How are you feeling, young lady?" the Coach asked, towering above me and standing next to Emmett.

"I'm fine," I said.

"You could have a concussion," Jasper said, and I looked up at him.

"I'm sure I don't," I said. "If I did, I'd feel nauseated and I'd throw up."

I pushed myself up, and there it was. In just a matter of a seconds I was so sick to my stomach, and could not stop it.

I quickly grabbed my hair, pulled it up and threw some of the contents of my stomach, and in time pushed Edward away with my hand.

Since I hadn't eaten anything, there wasn't much for me to spit, but when I drops of blood beside me, I scowled at it.

Did I just spit blood?

"Ambulance is here!" some students called.

"Just in time!" the Coach said.

"How about I just take her?" Edward said.

The humiliation of this event is just not possible to describe in words.

Before I knew it, Edward picked up my hand, put it around his neck and grabbed me beneath my knees and shoulder, and lifted me. I let my other hand rest on my stomach awkwardly, not wanting to put it around his shoulder. As he walked, the crowd made room for him, as if he was some God.

"For her sake, why don't ya'll stay here," he said and I didn't know how he did it, but everybody listened. "And Coach, if you call that police and report this shit? I'll be back quick."

I put my forehead on his chest, trying to hid my face away from all the watching eyes. I was so embarrassed.

Being the center of attention wasn't any fun, especially in a humiliating situation like this.

"I must give it to you. You pushed me mighty fast when you threw up."

"My head... hurts! I can't believe I threw up."

"We all have a vomit story," Edward said with a chuckle. "The doc's will give you good painkillers."

He pushed the door to the boy's changing room open and we got inside, but once we left the crowd, he stopped walking. He looked down at me and shook his head.

"I'm sorry this happened to you," he said.

"Why did you say to the Coach I could box with Tanya?"

He pressed his lips on each other. "I know my actions have messed up your rational thoughts," he said slowly. "But I never meant this kind of harm on you. I did not fill in that form the Coach got handed. Tanya faked my signature so she could do this to you."

His eyes ran over every part of my face and I watched him with tired eyes.

"It takes some really hard blows to created this much damage. She didn't fight fair, did she?"

"Whatever. I'll just go back to Phoenix. Like you told me to."

"I didn't mean those words," Edward said quietly.

"Sure you did," I said, staring at his chest.

"I told you to forget those words," he said with a little more despair lacing his voice.

"Nonetheless. I've got nothing anymore here in Forks. It's the place where..." my childhood was taken from me. "Until this very day, it still remains a horror place to me. I'm leaving. First thing tomorrow."

"Fuck," he cursed, slowly walking toward the entrance again. "At least have dinner with me? I'll drive you back home without protest afterwards."

"No."

"Just for one last time? After that, if you wish, I'll never bother you again."

"No, dinner takes too long."

"Then coffee? When was the last time you drank a Starbucks coffee? I know where to find one."

I looked up surprised and he watched me with so much anticipation. I didn't understand this sudden urge he had to spend time with me, but then again, there wasn't much I did understand about him.

"One Starbucks coffee. After you finish yours, I'll drive you back home. But please, at least give me that."

But he wants this and a Starbucks coffee can change my mood a lot. He gets his way for the last time, and I get my coffee.

"Perhaps I can give you something that will make Forks less of a horror place?"

I stared into the distance, noticing the ambulance outside.

"At least," he began and I turned my head to those yet again piercing green eyes, "if you do decide to go back to Phoenix, you'll be able to say that you heard me out. At least give yourself that."

I scowled hard at his non-stopping trying. "Alright. Just one coffee."

"Alright," he said with a careful smile. "If you give me your number, I'll call you and let you know what time I'll come."

I told him number. "But don't call. Just text. Shouldn't you write it down?" I hated when people called me.

"No, I'll remember," he said quickly dismissing it.

We reached the entrance and he looked down at me one more time.

"I would join you, but there are a few things I need to do here."

"I wasn't expecting you to join me, or anything," I said with a scowl. "Good luck with the things."

He smiled with force. "I'll see you tonight, brown eyes." He put me inside the ambulance on the bed there and instantly turned and went back inside the chaos where I'd just been.