A/N: A tad later than I hoped for. Sorry! I was sooo busy with going to see Eclipse and what not, which btw, was the best movie ever!(: How'd you guys like it?

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Chapter 11

Unexpected Appearance

He grabbed my upper arm tightly, squeezing.

"Please let me go," I said, trying to ignore the pain and push the tears back. My heart was pounding at full speed. I knew what he wanted to do to me and I knew it was going to happen if I didn't do something. I thought of the pepper spray in my bag that my dad had given me on my very first trip to Port Angeles with the girls. I had never taken it out. There was no way to reach it though, with his grip cutting the circulation off in my arm, I couldn't reach it. The only way out would be to fight.

"Nah, I thought we'd have a little bit of fun before you left with ya girlfriends." He grinned a dirty grin, making me nauseous. He leaned over to whisper in my ear, "Come on baby, let's see what you have under that pretty little shirt."

My stomach churned. "Let go."

"Or what?" He snorted. "We better make this quick." He yanked my jacket off and threw my bag to the floor, never letting go of me once.

"Stop!" I tried yanking my hand away as soon as my nausea went away. "Let me go! Stop!"

"Don't fight it, sweetheart." He ripped my button-up shirt open and then…he was gone.

My knees gave out and I fell to the floor. I covered my eyes up, waiting for him to come back. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't shaking that bad. A cold hand touched my arm and I jumped, but I still didn't look up.

"Bella," a smooth voice urged. "Get up."

I peeked up to find Edward Cullen staring at me. My mouth gaped open. "Edward?"

He sighed and reached a hand out to me. Unthinkingly, I grasped his hand which was strangely freezing and he pulled me up so fast that it took my breath away and gave me a head rush. As soon as I was up, he let go immediately. He looked at my appearance, cleared his throat, and looked away.

My face began to burn as I remembered my shirt was unbuttoned and I quickly turned and struggled at the damn small buttons. When I finished, I spun back around to grab my things but he was already holding my jacket out for me. I pushed my jacket onto my shoulders, noticing him trying to avoid any physical contact with me. After I had everything back in order, I swung my hair into a quick pony tail and studied Edward's face which was filled with mixed emotions. I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you doing here anyway?" I stalked pass him, knowing he would follow.

"So that's the thanks I get for saving you?" he angrily asked.

I pursed my lips. "I had everything under control."

"Not from my point of view," he argued.

"You didn't answer my question," I snapped.

He crossed his arms and glared at me. "Where's the thank you?"

"Thank you!" I finally said in defeat, throwing my arms up.

With his golden eyes he stared me down. "I came to see a movie."

I raised an eyebrow. "Right…and my mom's the Queen of Sheba. What do you take me for? Stupid?" Then it hit me, his eyes were topaz, not black like they've been for the past couple of months. "Whoa," I said, taking a step closer to him.

He jerked his head back. "What are you doing?"

"Your eyes…"

His brow furrowed in confusion. "Excuse me?"

"They're like…golden…"

He glanced away. "It's just the lighting." He looked back when I kept looking. "What?"

I stared at his eyes, the way they sparkled and shone, making them - no, making him more irresistible if that were even possible. As if I was in a trance, I found myself leaning closer.

He shut his eyes. "Bella?"

I closed my own eyes and leaned away. God, I was such an idiot.

"We should get going."

"Right," I agreed slowly. He exited the theater with me in tow. As we walked by the ticket boy I mouthed a quick thank you and slipped him a five. He grinned and nodded. We walked outside and straight to the silver little Volvo parked outside. I stopped in my tracks. "This is yours?"

He froze. "Yeah…it is. Why?"

"Uh, no reason." I was just being paranoid. It wasn't as if Edward was really following me. Maybe he had errands to do.

With both of us situated in his car, he pulled out of the theater and turned the heat on. I could feel him taking glances at me. It was beginning to annoy me.

"What are you looked at?" I finally asked, fed up.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He watched my face. "You aren't freaking out like a normal human would be."

I glared at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You aren't crying or hyperventilating or anything."

I turned away. "I'm used to bumping into fate every once in a while."

"What?"

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not the luckiest person out there."

He rolled his eyes and looked out the window. "I beg to differ."

"You know, the way you talk is starting to really bug the hell out of me. What does half of it even mean?" I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

His hands clenched on the steering wheel. "I could go back there and kill that guy."

My mouth dropped open. Great he'd change the subject on me. "Uh, no you can't. That'd be homicide."

He jerked off to the side of the road and parked. He shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the head rest. He was completely immobile except for his mouth. "Bella, you need to talk about something, anything to get my mind off of what just happened."

"What?"

"Just do it," he practically growled.

I scrambled. "Uh, well…I'm going to prom for the first time. Well, it's the whole classes first time to prom but it's my first time to a big event that involved the school. But the thing is I need a date and I don't want to end up going with someone like Eric Yorkie. It'd be weird because I know his whole crush thing that he has for me and I don't want him to get any ideas and stuff." Edward still hadn't moved. I bit my lip. "Better?"

His eyes opened up and he started the car. "Not very much." As we began to drive down the road, I noticed where we were. I should've been going to McDonald's but I had ended up going the opposite way.

"Where are we going?" I asked, peeking around at the streets.

He glanced at me and then back at the road. "To dinner."

"Uh, pardon me?"

"I'm taking you to dinner."

I folded my arms. "Who said I wanted to go to dinner with you?"

He shot me his crooked smile. "Who said you didn't?"

I became thoughtful. "If I go to dinner with you, will you answer a few questions for me?"

"Depends," he said, still smiling. "Will you answer a few for me?"

I beamed. How could it be? "Sure. So it's a deal?"

"It's a deal."

We pulled up to a little Italian restaurant that I hadn't been to in years. I pulled my cell phone out only to find six missed calls from Jess and Angela and at least thirteen text messages. I dialed Angela's phone number, knowing she would answer.

"Bella! Thank God you're alive! Where the hell are you?" Angela cried into the phone.

I cleared my throat. "I'm at Bella Italia." Edward opened my door then and looked down at me. I climbed out and held up one finger.

"Wait, that's across town. How'd you end up there?" I heard doors closing and an engine start.

"I met up with someone," I replied cautiously.

She paused and the engine in the background revved as it sped up. "Isabella Marie Swan, did you set up a secret date?"

"No! Oh gosh no, I just bumped into him." Edward raised his eyebrows, leaning against his car patiently.

"Who?" she badgered.

"Uh," I glanced at Edward who was now smirking at me. "Edward Cullen."

"You're lying," she whispered in disbelief. I could hear Jess asking what was going on. "We'll be there in like thirty seconds!"

"No, Angela, wait!" It was too late. She had already hung up on me. I shut my phone. "Damn."

He glanced at his watch. "So, we'll have to wait a bit longer?"

"If you don't mind," I said, embarrassed.

"No, it's fine," he assured.

Jess's white car pulled up to the curb. Angela jumped out and walked up to us, Jess behind since she was looking at the scene in front of her in confusion.

Angela smiled shyly at Edward and then looked pointedly at me. "Are you ready to head home?"

"Well, actually -" I began.

"I was hoping if I could steal Bella away from you two to have dinner," he interceded. He then added to clarify, "With me, of course."

Jess gaped at him and Angela looked at me for approval. I gave her the slightest nod.

"Yeah, of course!" Angela agreed, my sweet, sweet Ange. She always kept up. She grabbed Jessica's hand and pulled her back to the car. "Bye Bella!" She gave me a wink, holding up a fake telephone to her ear when Edward turned his back. I grinned and gave her a thumbs up. Jessica was still in shock.

"That is an odd pair of friends you have there," he stated as he held the restaurant's door open for me. He was such a gentleman, it was so alien.

I shrugged and smiled, "Yeah, but I was really young when I chose my group of friends."

"Apparently," he muttered. He looked up to the hostess who was wearing an exact replica of Jessica's expression from earlier. "A table for two."

She glanced at me, measuring me up. The hostess, who was at least twenty and had a variety of tattoos placed all over her body, gave a satisfied smile when she saw the distance between Edward and I and snatched up two menus. "Yes, right this way."

I could only guess what she was thinking. I was a pity date, I was a very distant cousin, I was an old childhood friend. There was no way a girl like me, dressed in old faded jeans and a old blue shirt that didn't even fit her right, could be on a date with some guy who no doubt dressed in designer clothes, probably even designer underwear!

Whoa Bella, designer underwear? Why are you even thinking about what's under his pants?

"Will this be fine?" the hostess gestured at a table in the middle of the restaurant.

I began to take my seat but Edward shook his head.

"Something more private perhaps?" he suggested, slipping something into her hand.

She looked down at it, her eyes widening. "Of course." She was disappointed at his request but I could tell she would do anything for him. I watched as she thought to herself and would take peeks at him, blushing when she did so. For some strange reason, I became jealous.

Tonight, even though it was a Friday, it wasn't too busy. It was actually a little peaceful. We came up to a booth farther back into the restaurant, situated in a nice little corner. She beamed at him, stepping a little closer. "How about this?"

"Yes, perfect. Thank you."

Taking our seats, her gazed zoomed in on Edward as she dropped two menus. "Your waitress will be right out."

I huffed and pursed my lips, flipping the menu open and scanning my options even though I wasn't really hungry.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his eyes fixated on me.

"No, nothing's wrong," I lied, shaking my head slightly.

He cocked an eyebrow just as the waitress popped up. Her face was full of expectation and she was not disappointed when she saw Edward. Of course the hostess gave her the details. "What can I get you to drink for tonight?" Her voice was high pitched and annoying. Or it could just be the jealousy kicking in.

Edward looked at me first, forcing the waitress to reluctantly turn her attention to me.

I narrowed my eyes at her attitude. "I'll have a Coke."

"Make that two," Edward added.

She smiled charmingly at him. "Coming right up!"

When she was gone, I looked at him. "You do realize the affect you have over girls, right? You shouldn't do it." I cracked a little grin. "It's mean."

He looked surprise. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you…you…dazzling people! It's not just girls. I swear that hostess was in college and all over you." It wasn't as if he didn't notice. Who couldn't notice that sort of attention from a good looking girl?

"Really?" he smirked. "I dazzle people?"

"Like you haven't noticed," I whispered quickly right as the waitress came back with our drinks. I hadn't realized, but we had begun to lean toward each other. I turned a little red as we both sat straight up.

"Okay," she pulled out a notepad. "What'll it be tonight?"

Edward, once again, looked at me first.

"Oh, I'm not that hungry," I refused.

"You should really eat something Bella," he insisted.

I already knew this battle was lost so I picked the first thing I saw. "I'll take the mushroom ravioli."

She scribbled it down and then looked at him adoringly. "And for you?"

He shook his head and handed her the menus. "Nothing for me."

"Are you sure? I can't get you anything?" Now I was positive he could've heard the double meaning in her words.

"No, thank you," he replied, slightly irritated.

She gave a little pout and turned away.

I took a small sip from my Coke and then a really long one. I hadn't known I was so thirsty. When I got done with mine, I pushed it away and sighed wistfully. "Okay, now time for you to answer my questions."

"Okay, fine." He folded his hands on the table and waited patiently.

I cocked my head. "What were you doing here tonight?"

He grimaced and pushed his Coke towards me. "Drink, and I'll talk."