A/N: So I am definitely apologizing ahead of time. This may be a very angry chapter, and if it is, it is because it is reflecting my mood towards the news that Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince movie is being pushed back to July 17 2009. GRRR!! I am VERY unhappy with Warner Brothers. They say it is because there is no blockbuster movie scheduled for that summer yet and they want to snatch the opportunity. My theory is that they're just afraid that James Bond: Quantum of Solace and Twilight are going to kick their ass at the box office. Anyways, that was my rant, I feel better now. Now to chapter 11! Thanks to everyone who is still reading after chapter 9. I apologize but it was necessary.
So, the weekend that was supposed to be our last hurrah before we returned to school was looking like it was really going to be a complete train wreck, for me and Mike anyways. While we were eating I continued to attempt small talk with Edward but he didn't really seem too enthused about it, so I stopped trying and went to get more food to occupy my mouth.
When I was done eating, I started to pick up the garbage that had fallen around the area we were eating. I was desperate for anything that could keep my body occupied so that I didn't have to sit awkwardly around the fire attempting to talk to Edward and/or Mike. When I ran out of garbage to pick up I sat back down in my lawn chair with a sigh. Edward looked at me curiously and I pretended not to notice.
I tried talking to Mike to show him that I still cared about him, but only in the friend kind of way. But when I was asking him questions like if he enjoyed the burgers he only shook his head no, nodded, or shrugged. It was very irritating.
I once again got tired of trying and got up to go use the out house that was on the other side of the beach. If I walked really slow, I could make this last at least 20 minutes. 20 awkward free minutes. I smiled at the pleasant thought. My brain seemed to think that due to the pleasantness of the thought that it should motivate my feet to move quicker. When I noticed that I was walking faster than I wanted I tried to slow down. I had to spend a lot of the walk being conscious as to how fast I was walking, which I was okay with as it kept my mind off of other unpleasantries that were waiting for me back at the fire.
When I had managed to grasp a subconscious control on my walking speed, I started to think about how much I despised using out houses and that I was going to have to use them for the rest of the weekend. If it got me away from the awkwardness however, I figured I'd be able to survive the torture that was the smell of other peoples body wastes. I regrettably went into the out house, I regretted it more because it meant that I'd have to go back to the fire soon as it would be impossible to stay in the out house for longer than a few minutes.
When I left the bathroom, I felt someone grab my arm from behind. I squeaked quietly in surprise and spun around to see who it was. It was Mike. Well. I wasn't expecting that.
"What Mike?"
"I can't not be with you Bella, it's been too hard these past years. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."
I thought about it and realized that it was probably really only puppy love, very fitting for my favorite golden retriever.
"I'm sorry Mike, but I don't feel the same about you, not even close. You're like an extended cousin to me."
He looked me in the eyes with so much pain in his expression that it made me feel like crying. I averted my gaze to the ground so that I wouldn't cry. Then I felt Mike take me and spin me around slam me gently but with force against the wall of the out house. He forced me to look into his eyes once again by holding my face in both his hands.
"Please Bella," he whispered. Before I could answer his lips were pressed forcefully and passionately against mine and his hands were pinning me to the out house. This was no were near as pleasant as our kiss earlier in the day. He was furious at my rejection and this second kiss showed it. I tried to free my arms to push him away but he was stronger than me and I could barely move. It was all I could do to keep breathing through my nose as Mike's mouth was tightly pressed against mine and no air was making it through.
When Mike finally came up for air I managed to get a bit more than I had been getting too, which seemed to give me some extra strength as I managed to free my arms. I tried to push him away from me, but it just caused him to pull me closer to him. When I thought I had enough freedom in my right arm I curled my hand into a fist and punched Mike as hard as I could in the side of the face. He slowly fell to the ground holding his head. I caught him before he completely collapsed onto the ground and I realized that he was unconscious.
When I realized what had happened, I quickly ran off towards the others, and somehow I only managed to trip twice. When I got there, everyone looked at me with startled faces, clearly wondering why I was so out of breath.
"Mike's unconscious by the out house, he needs to go home now. Can someone drive him?"
"Sure, I'll take him," Alice replied looking at me curiously.
"Thank you," I said, glad that she hadn't asked why Mike was unconscious, at least not yet. I could feel the tears starting to fill my eyes so I darted off towards the forest. It was extremely hard not to trip with tears pouring out of my eyes. So after the seventh time I gave up and just stayed on the forest floor and curled up into a ball with my eyes closed trying to not let the tears escape my eyes.
"Are you okay," I heard a voice ask. When I didn't reply I heard a twig snap and then there was a hand gently rubbing my back. "Well, I suppose that you clearly aren't okay. It was a stupid question to ask," the lovely musical voice said trying to lighten the mood. I had a good idea as to who it was now and it made it more difficult to hold in the tears as I knew I could never have the man that I wanted. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked after a few minutes of watching me cry.
The question just made me start to cry harder yet. I felt the arms of my perfect stranger pick me up and put me in his lap where he let me stay curled up in a ball as he hummed me what sounded like a lullaby. It was beautiful, I wondered what it was from. We sat there together for a long time; me crying my eyes out and my angel just holding me close to him. As much of a wreck that I was, I didn't want this moment to end.
Just after I thought that this moment could not get any better, my angel kissed the top of my head.
A/N: Hope you guys liked the chapter! It wasn't as anger filled as I thought it would be.
