I am so sorry!

It's been forever since I have updated, I know. I have been so busy with school and assignments. I will still keep writing this story even though my life is hectic right now.

I think you guys will like this chapter, enjoy.

I do not own Twilight it belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

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I quickly shut the door and dashed to the ringing phone, surprisingly not tripping along the way. I picked up the phone and answered breathlessly, "Hello?" I tried to catch my breath. "Bella, are you alright?" It was Charlie. "Yeah dad, I'm fine, I ran to the phone, that's all."

"Ohh okay. I know it's still early and all in the morning, but I wanted to tell you before I left for work." Work? "Aren't you at work right now?" I asked.

"No, I left early because Jacob Black called me. His father, Billy, fell out of his wheelchair. Jacob didn't know who else to call." "Who's Jacob?" I asked, completely mystified. I knew the last name 'Black,' it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

"Remember those fishing trips I used to go on with Billy?" No. "You would play with the two girls." Charlie answered my unspoken question. "Ohh, I remember, somewhat…" I trailed off. He chuckled, "that's okay, it doesn't really matter. The girls are off at school, and Jacob is two years younger that you are. Anyways, I want you to come to their house after school. I'm going to be coming there after work, and I was hoping you could help make dinner? I don't want Billy to get up for a while, he's in pain."

"Yeah, sure dad, that's fine. I can make dinner." I replied. "How do I get there?" Charlie gave me the complicated directions to Billy's house and I hung up the phone.

I went up the stairs and began my morning procedure for getting ready for school. The procedure consisted of brushing my teeth and my hair, changing into a pair of black jeans with a white sweater over top.

I sat down on the bed and stared out the window of my room. It was only 5:30, so I didn't need to leave for school yet. Wait…Edward still has to pick me up for school; his father has not released me yet. I hope he didn't forget…Bella! I mentally screamed at myself.

Why do I have to feel this way? I do not want to show vulnerability towards Edward, and I do not want him to see me falling for him. Was I falling for him?

I couldn't be. I don't want to fall for Edward. He seems to be everything someone could ask for. But there's something strange about him; he seems to be hiding a big secret. Like it's the end of the world if someone finds out about his secret.

I keep trying to tell myself that I don't want to fall for Edward. Even if I did, he wouldn't want me back. He doesn't exactly like me, or so it seems. I'll never forget the first day of school when I met him. Those harsh and cold, black eyes. A shiver went spiralling down my spine.

I stood up and walked over to the window, looking outside as the world began to gradually lighten up. I kneeled down in front of the window, putting my arms on the sill and resting my head on my arms.

I started humming a song from one of the CDs Phil had given to me. I couldn't remember who the band was, but I happened to really like them. I also couldn't remember what the song was called; only the tune was standing out to me at the moment.

The sound of me humming was the only sound I was hearing. It was droning out every other sound. Time seemed suspended as I kept thinking about Edward. He just did not want to leave my thoughts. The big secret that he was hiding was the main thing I was thinking about. Part of him wanted to tell me who he really was, but he couldn't. I knew this for a fact because of the way he acted around me.

I groaned aloud, which messed up my humming and made it sound all contorted. I was not accomplishing anything by sitting here and doing nothing. I did not have any homework, and I wanted to get out of my house. I couldn't get to school though, without Edward.

I huffed as I trudged down the stairs. I was fully dressed, and I pulled on my jacket and my boots. I was going to leave, whether I was allowed to or not. I couldn't stand another moment inside this house.

I walked into the kitchen and pulled open the drawer that contained random materials such as pens, pencils, paper, clips, and the small, Forks Phone Book. I pulled the yellow book out and began searching for 'Cullen.' As I traced my fingers down along the list I realized that Edward's father was a doctor. Ah great, his name, address or phone number is not going to be in the book.

I was contemplating on whether or not to call up Charlie and ask him what the Doctor's number was when the phone rang.

I swivelled around on my heel, my boot making a squeaky noise on the floor. I stared at the phone in confusion. Why doesn't the bloody whole town call me this morning?! I made some sort of noise in my throat as I walked over to the phone and picked it up, answering sweetly, "hello?"

"Bella?" Why is that my heart quickens up whenever I hear his voice?

"Hi Edward," I tried not to answer enthusiastically, but failing miserably. I was in fact ecstatic that he called me at the precise moment. Somehow he knew when to save me. Even if it was in fact, from boredom.

That is a coincidence that he managed to call me at the exact time I was looking for his phone number.

"I realized I said see you at school when I left your house earlier," he chuckled dryly. "But I still have to drive you to school. You seemed ready to go when I last left you. Are you?"

"Yes I am ready. Just passing the time doing nothing…" Idiot! I mentally yelled at myself.

He laughed and cautiously asked, "Would you like me to come and pick you up? Even though it is still early?"

"Sure, why not. We'll just randomly drive around or something…" I murmured quietly. "Or just go to school." I finished the rest of my uncompleted sentence.

"Alright. I shall be over in a few minutes." Edward replied before hanging up.

I hung up the phone and ran up to my room to grab my bag, my boots thudding loudly on the stairs. I opened the door and walked over to the spot where my bag was on the floor. I shoved my books and everything else I needed for school into it, zipped it up and walked back downstairs.

I snatched the key off the hook, opened the door, closed it, and locked it. I inhaled a deep breath and sat down on the steps and waited. I don't know why I was so anxious to see Edward again. I just saw him about half an hour ago. I felt like a lovesick puppy! The way I rushed around the house to grab my bag and come out here and wait for him.

These feelings were indescribable as I thought about how I was reacting to Edward talking to me. Edward comforting me and talking to me, even though he loathed me the first month of school. I do not think I'll ever forget that agonizing month.

Why was it agonizing Bella?

I visibly stiffened and my eyes went doe-like. My mind proceeded to go blank as a thought went running through my head.

Could I actually be infatuated with Edward Cullen?

No, no no…I gasped loudly and started breathing heavily. Why was this happening to me?

The real question is, why are you denying it?

I was so afraid to answer that question.

Just answer, you know that it's true.

I'm in love with him. Undeniably so, unthinkably and unquestionably. I have been since I first saw him, and I never stopped. I didn't want to admit it; I didn't want to fall into his inescapable spell of love.

I sighed as my heart quenched with realization that he would never feel the same way. Never feel the tug at his heart when he looks at me, or when he sees the emotions flash through my eyes. I feel this tug because I love him. His noticeable precaution towards me, but yet his manner in which he opens up to me. I notice all this more perceptively because I am in love him.

There is no question about it. It is the truth that I cannot avoid any longer. The only solution that I can try to do is to ignore it, deal with it, or learn to not have these strong feelings towards him.

I gasped loudly as I saw the familiar silver Volvo that I used to hate come into view.

No way I can ignore him.

But I must try, for my own sake.

What are you so afraid of?

I'm afraid to get hurt. I'm petrified of him not returning the same feelings to me when I open my heart up to him. The way Charlie was heartbroken when mom left him those many years back. Mom always told me not to get married before I was thirty. That marriage left broken promises and broken hearts left in its wake.

My heart stopped for a brief second when Edward pulled up into the driveway, stepped out and smiled at me. I almost melted on the step as I tried to stand up.

I hoped my weakness was not obvious to him and that he would never notice it. I took a claming breath as I slowed down my heart and composed my face into its mask that hopefully portrayed nothing to Edward.

I walked carefully down the steps and over to the Volvo to where Edward was standing, for he had come over to my side and opened the door for me.

I nodded my head at him and said my thanks as I slipped into the car smoothly. I watched him walk gracefully back over to his side of the car and he caught me staring at him as he got into the car.

I swiftly tried to turn my head away but I knew I had been caught. A small blush crept its way onto my cheeks and I awkwardly cleared my throat and looked back over to Edward to see that he hadn't started the car yet. I frowned and looked at the keys in the ignition and then back to his perfect face.

He was smiling. An all too innocent smile that. I knew that he would not mention that I was staring at him but-

"Like what you see?" He asked.

My jaw dropped wide open, as the same blush deepened, making its way down to my neck. There could be no end point to humiliation. It seemed so out of character for Edward to ask that question. That's when I realized that he was doing it to make me even more humiliated.

I quickly closed my mouth as I glared at him and hissed, menacingly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

His eyes danced with humour as he replied lightly, "oh you know exactly what I mean." And he turned on the car and swiftly drove out of the driveway and onto the road.

I huffed, blowing my hair in the process, and scowled, the blush never leaving my face or neck.

"You know, you can stop blushing anytime now." Edward stated, a pleading edge to his voice. This statement did not help me at all because I proceeded to go even redder.

"That doesn't help." I spat out before swallowing nervously and taking clam, steady breaths to try and relieve myself of the never-ending blush.

He laughed sharply before questioning, "So you're not upset about this morning, at all?" He glanced over at me quickly, twice, awaiting my answer.

"No…surprisingly, I'm not. You'd think I would be right?" I scrunched my eyebrows and looked at Edward, biting down on my bottom lip.

"You'll chew your lip off if you do that." He grinned, flashing his blinding teeth at me. "I am very surprised. I thought you would have called the cops on me. It's not every day when someone is in your room…"

"No, definitely not every day something like that happens." I replied softly before continuing, "however, you said it was because you heard me screaming and you came to see if I was alright. I was not miffed by your presence because I have always been good at repressing unpleasant things." His face seemed hurt because I said 'unpleasant.' "It wasn't unpleasant after I realized it was just you."

Edward's eyes were sincere and happy that I had forgiven him. I was elated that he was not upset, thinking that I was upset.

We were at he school parking lot, and it was deserted, as expected. "Do you want to get out and chat?" Edward asked me, his eyes resumed back to its guarded wall. I sighed inwardly, before replying somewhat dejectedly, "yeah, sure," and I opened the door to get out.

I shut the door and walked to the front of the car, waiting for Edward. I turned around and saw that he was still sitting behind the steering wheel, looking confused. His topaz eyes were burning with confusion and it looked adorably cute.

I suppressed a smile and bent my head a little bit to fully see his bronze hair and look him in the eyes.

"What?" I mouthed out to him.

His frown deepened as he stepped out of the car, and strode over to me. Edward crossed his arms across his chest and pouted. He literally pouted. My eyes were going to bulge out of my head as I awaited an explanation.

After a minute without an explanation, I mimicked him and crossed my arms, pouting. A couple of minutes passed by and still nothing came. "Arg!" I yelled exasperated, that he wouldn't explain himself to me. "Why are you so cryptic? You're always hiding stuff from me and you won't ever tell me anything! You'll do something, then you won't give a reason for what you did!" I realized that I was not fuming over that fact that he wouldn't tell me what he was upset about, but I was fuming about everything that had happened since I moved to Forks.

By now I was storming away over to the front of the school, not caring if he was behind me or not. I yanked open the doors and strode inside towards my locker. When I reached it, I opened it, threw my stuff in and slammed the door shut. I whirled around when I heard Edward's alluring voice, and glared angrily at him.

"Angry are we?" He asked, his eyes traced with humour, but his mouth was in a tight, thin line.

"Yes, I am angry! I'm angry at you because you are hiding something from me, and you won't tell me!" I replied, seething.

"Everyone has their secrets Bella." Edward barely whispered.

It stung that he didn't want to tell me, and I hoped he wouldn't notice. I hoped for a lot of things. "If you won't tell me, then why are you here? Why do you keep acting so strange around me? First you hate me, and then you want to be friends, or so I think, next you hide yourself from me. I can't be your friend if you won't tell me at least something." I finished my rant somewhat sadly.

I looked up at his eyes and saw they were mad. How could he possibly be mad at me?

"Bella. I'm the one who is hiding things? You are so different from everyone else. Your actions stun me and I cannot figure out what you do, the reason behind those actions." Edward stated, frustrated.

"Me? Did you just not hear what I just said?" I yelled at him.

"Yes Bella! I heard what you said!"

We were both breathing heavily and looking intently at each other. This fight was so pointless. If nothing was going to be revealed today, why were we here?

I parted my lips in an exasperated sigh and he leaned in forwards to me. I froze completely, thinking about the next move he was going to make. His lips were parted as well as he leaned in even closer and put his hand on the opposite side of my head against the locker. I leaned back until I hit the locker and he kept coming.

Just when I thought Edward couldn't get any closer I heard something vibrating. Edward sighed and removed himself from in front of me. I let out the breath I was holding and leaned my head against the locker.

I really, really hate phones.

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So close, yet so far away.

Again, I want to apologize for the huge wait you guys had to wait for this chapter.

This is my longest chapter yet and I like it.

I do not know how long it will be again till I write the next chapter. I have exams coming up in two weeks and I need to start studying for them.

So don't get your hopes up to eagerly please! I know, I really want to keep writing. 30 reviews if you love me?