Chapter Eleven

Edward POV

It was pretty damn obvious why she was avoiding the blood typing.

I could smell the faint scent of blood on her hands and couldn't help but wonder what had happened. Most likely she'd cut herself again...I felt a small twinge of annoyance at myself for thinking that I could stop her just by taking her blades.

This wasn't any of my business, trying to help her in this helpless way. I hadn't the faintest idea what I was doing, and somehow I wanted so badly to protect her from herself. Clearly I was the most useless, clueless dolt on the face of the earth. How could I help Bella if I wasn't trying to get involved in her life? Bella needed help, but probably not from me. I was extremely glad that I was the only mind -reader in my family. I could only imagine the sort of crap I'd get from Rosalie and the rest of them, maybe even from Carlisle.

I felt a little guilty for asking her for an explanation when it would obviously be forcing her to lie.

"Uh...I just..." Her brow creases for a second, halfway between frustration and fear. "I wasn't feeling well, so I decided to skip."

Laughing a bit, I try to lighten the mood. "Oh, thats all? You looked like you were about to fain.t I would have thought you were terrified of blood or something."

Unexpectedly, she laughs too. "Yeah, I'm sure the teacher figured as much."

"Need a ride home? I wont be back in school today anyway."

Bella shakes her head. "No, home would be just about the last place I'd want to be today. I have no idea what I'll do for the rest of the day."

Bella POV

"No, home would be just about the last place I'd want to be today. I have no idea what I'll do for the rest of the day."

Well, thats honest for once. I find it incredibly bizarre that no one ever picks up on the fact that I lie so much; I'm basically an open book, but that doesn't mean a thing when practically no one gives a damn about you. That having been said, I'm almost always grateful for that.

Giddily brave after my earlier escape, I keep rambling.

"I think I'll spend the day in the forest."

"Thats a long way to walk. I can still drive you there."

Whats the worst that could happen? My mind wanders through a couple of situations, all of which somehow strike me as funny.

"Sure, thanks." Could I have been any more awkward?

A couple seconds later I'm climbing into possibly the most expensive car I've seen in my life, and maybe the most durable one too, because the side of my forehead is forming a dark bruise where I smacked it into the frame. As Edward starts the car, I recognize the music playing.

"Thats Chopin, isn't it?"

"Yes, one of the Impromptus. Its a beautiful piece."

It didn't seem like the sort of music I imagined Edward would like. It was emotional and agitated, nothing at all like the cool and composed image of Edward Cullen.

Looking up, I realize that Edward is watching me closely.

"What do you think of it?" He asks, finally, likely confused by my expression.

"Oh...It just didn't seem like your... type."

I pause, thinking about what I just said, and mentally kick myself. Luckily, I'm spared from having to make another comment.

"Too passionate?" Amusement plays across his pale features, and I'm startled by his accuracy.

"Would it offend you if I were to say that I agree completely..."

"Not at all. I've heard that many times."

This sort of sucks. I need more ideas...

I am sincerely sorry that I've kept you waiting for so long. ARCT exam is coming up and school is getting awfully hectic and I'm turning into a ranting psychopath on my blog. Im considering putting this fic on hiatus simply because I have too much shit going on in my life right now, but I can promise you that after June 25, the day of my exam, that I will be updating faithfully every week.

Oh, and about the Chopin. I feel like Clair de Lune is sorta cold...its frickin' Impressionism, 'kay? Lets go OOC! Look up Fantasie Impromptu on youtube if you are curious ;)