Ok, so this chapter has some stuff in it that I remembered from my own biology class in high school, so if it seems pointless, sorry. I couldn't help to add it in. Also I was really tired when I wrote this so I'm not sure if it'll be any good. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!

I don't own Twilight or any of the characters

The next few days passed without much excitement. That is until Thursday. I noticed that Jessica wasn't her usually chatty self that morning, but I didn't think much of it, maybe she was just having a bad day.

"Are you really going to Seattle next Saturday? The day of the dance?" she whispered to me during spanish.

"Yep." I replied simply. "Why?"

"No reason," she muttered, not meeting my eyes. Unfortunately her reason became clear later on in the day. On my way to the cafeteria Eric, a geeky looking guy from a few of my classes, comes up to me with an uncomfortable look on his face.

"Hey Bella," he began, "would you go to the dance with me next Saturday?"

"Oh!" I was caught off guard, "sorry Eric, but I'm going to be in Seattle on Saturday."

"Oh," He looked so sad! "It's ok. See you later Bella."

Overridden with guilt, I walked to the cafeteria, ignoring the lunch line and sitting right next to Alice.

"Ugh! What is it with boys in this school?" I groaned.

"So you've been asked to the dance, huh?" Alice laughed at me. Of course she would know. Alice explained to me how some vampires have 'special abilities'. Hers are visions, Jasper can control people's emotions or something like that and Edward… actually, Edward is supposed to be able to read people's minds but he said it doesn't work on me. Not that I talk to him much, he only speaks to me when he has to. It makes me sad that he doesn't talk to me much, because as much as I'd hate to admit it, there's something special about Edward.

"yes, it sucks. I felt horrible letting him down like that. You should've seen his face."

"I did," She giggled.

I caught Edward looking at me, he was smiling too, obviously amused by my humiliation. I blushed and looked away.

"So you're going to Seattle on Saturday?" Edward asked me on the way to biology. I was shocked that he had initiated a conversation.

"Yea, I need to stock up on new books anyway, and that gives me a perfect excuse to get out of the dance."

"hmmm…" was all he said. I swear, sometimes I wish he would just say what he's thinking instead of having me hang on every word.

As we took our seats, I noticed that Mike Newton was looking right at me, walking my way. Uh oh, I thought. I looked briefly at Edward to see that his perfect face was pulled into a grin, his eyes were alight with wicked amusement. He knew exactly what was coming, as he could probably read Mike's thoughts, and he was enjoying my misery. I shot him a quick glare before Mike arrived at our table.

"Hey Bella," he looked nervous. "So, I'm sure you heard that Jessica asked me to the dance."

"Hey, Mike. Yes I did hear that. You guys'll have a great time together." I fumbled with my pen, too guilty to look at his face.

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to go with me..." he blushed slightly, looking hopeful.

"I'm sorry Mike, but I'll be in Seattle on Saturday. But you'll have fun with Jessica."

He looked so defeated. I'm a horrible person, I thought. "Ok," he said, "no big deal." And he headed back to his seat.

I sighed heavily and rested my forehead on the black table top.

That's when I heard Edward's low chuckle. I glared at him furiously.

"I'm so glad you're enjoying my humiliation," I said bitterly.

He stopped grinning but his eyes were still amused. "I'm sorry."

"Whatever," I turned away from him. That's when the teacher entered the room pulling a cart full of supplies. He went around to each table and gave them a scalpel, tongs and a tray with a fetal pig. It was the most sickening sight I'd ever seen.

"Today, you will be working with your partner to dissect and identify 5 key organs within the fetal pig. You have thirty minutes. You may begin" said Mr. Banner.

Great, I thought as we put on out latex gloves.

"Shall we?" Edward gestured for me to begin.

"You go," I insisted, disgusted at the dead carcass sitting in front of me.

He smirked at my obvious revulsion and picked up the scalpel, making an incision in the belly of the animal.

"Ok, so there's the heart," he pointed. "Grab it."

"Me?!"

"Yes, partner," he said mockingly, "you."

I uneasily picked up the tongs and prodded at the organ Edward had gestured to. It was so gross!

"It's squishy!" I whined. He laughed at that.

"Would you like me to take over?"

"Yes please," I said in a small voice.

He easily grabbed the tongs from me, and identified the organs quickly. We were done before anyone else.

"That's so gross," my face scrunched up in disgust. He laughed his musical laugh again at my expression.

"So, Bella." He began, pulling off his gloves. "would you mind if I joined you on your trip to Seattle?"

That was unexpected. "You want to come with me?" My heart fluttered at the idea.

"I thought that would've been obvious considering I just asked you, but, yes, I would like to join you."

"I guess that would be fine." I hoped he didn't notice that I was blushing.

The next morning I woke up feeling terrible. My throat burned and my head felt like it weighed fifty pounds. I got up and searched the house for medication, but we didn't have any. Great.

I grabbed another blanket from the lined closet and buried myself in my bed, drifting back off to sleep. There's no way I was going to school today.

Around mid-day I woke up to the doorbell ringing. I climbed out of bed, my head still about to explode and headed downstairs to see who it was.

"Who is it," I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't think whoever was here would've heard me.

"Bella," came the velvet voice, sounding worried.

"Edward?" I whispered, my heart suddenly pounding hard as I opened the door. He was standing there looking down at my face, too beautiful for words.

"Alice saw you were sick. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm fine," I croaked, but my hoarse voice gave me away. He frowned at me. "Do you want to come in?" I asked trying to be polite.

"Thank you," He stepped threw the threshold never taking his eyes off of me. "you should get back to bed, Bella, you don't look good."

I blushed deeply, realizing that I was still in my pajamas.

He smiled at my embarrassment. "Don't worry," his eyes were suddenly piercing through me, "you look still look beautiful."

And I couldn't move my legs.

"What medication are you taking?"

"I don't have any. I figured I'd just wait for it to pass." I shrugged and instantly regretted it. My head was pounding harder now.

He frowned at me again, still managing to look godly. "You go to bed, I'll be back with something for you. What are your symptoms?"

"Edward, you don't have to do that, I'll be fine-"

"Bella," he said, cutting me off, "what are you feeling?"

I sighed in defeat. "My head kills and my throat feels like I swallowed some broken glass."

"You go back to bed, I'll be back soon." And he was gone.

I made my way up to my room as quickly as I could, brushing my teeth, washing my face and pulling my hair into a ponytail. I changed into a pair of soft, fitted sweat pants I'd gotten while shopping with Alice and a clean black t-shirt. I grabbed my comforter and decided to lounge on my couch, not wanting Edward to see my messy room. By the time he came back I was wrapped up on the sofa.

"Here, take this," he handed me a bottle of Tylenol then flew into the kitchen to get me a glass of water. I followed his instructions.

"Thank you," I whispered when I'd taken the pills.

"Lay down please," he ordered gently. Again, I obeyed, bewildered at his sudden behavior change. Why was he being so nice to me?

"This is unexpected." I said, once I was comfortable. He sat on the love seat. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in school."

"So are you."

"Yes, but I have an excuse for why I'm not in school. What's yours?"

"I'm taking care of you." His eyes met mine as he smiled crookedly. The magnificence of his smile took my breath away.

I had to look away before I could remember how to breathe again. "Thank you."

"Its no trouble," He said simply.

We sat in silence for a while. "Why are you here, though?"

"Didn't I just tell you?" He looked confused.

"No, I mean, why did you come? You could've asked Alice to call me or something."

He didn't answer for a while. "I don't know. I suppose I just needed to make sure for myself…"

"Well, thank you" I blushed, "but I'm fine, really. Next time you can just call, though. Not that I'm not happy to see you," I said reading the look on his face, "but I feel bad dragging you away from your life just to take care of me."

He grinned, "honestly, Bella, I really don't mind the disruption. I'd rather be here than in class. But just the same, I'll make sure to get your number from Alice next time I worry about you," he smiled his crooked smile again and my heart fluttered.

"You worry about me?" I was oddly pleased.

"Of course, I've never met anyone as accident prone as you."

I glared at him. "Thanks," I muttered icily.

He smiled wickedly, "your welcome. But seriously, you should try to sleep."

"And what are you planning to do while I sleep?"

"Hang out, watch TV, read a book."

"Ok, have fun," he chuckled at that and then drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up my headache had minimized greatly and my throat felt better. Edward was laying on the love seat reading my old copy of Wuthering Heights.

"Hello," I choked out, strangely happy at having him be the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, putting the book on the coffee table.

I sat up slowly, "better. Thank you."

He can over to me and put his hand on my forehead, feeling for a temperature. "You're still warmer than normal, maybe I should go get a thermometer…"

But I wasn't listening anymore for he was touching me. At his touch I felt an electric shock rush through my body, my heart stopped, stuttered, and then picked up again at double time. His face was inches from mine and I could smell a delicious scent coming from somewhere inside of him. It was blissful.

I didn't notice when he stopped talking, I was too busy memorizing his scent, reveling in his touch. His eyes locked with mine, he moved his hand from my forehead, down to my cheek, gently. I couldn't breathe anymore. I wanted to move closer, but I didn't dare move for fear that I would drive him away.

"Bella," he whispered, his wonderful breath blowing in my face, intoxicating me.

"Sshh," I whispered. With exaggerated slowness I moved my hand up to his face to touch his cheek. The instant my skin made contact with his he closed his eyes. I slowly ran my hand over his perfect features, memorizing his face. He was so beautiful. His hand moved down to tenderly cup my neck. We sat there, touching each other's faces for a few blissful minutes.

"Bella," he began, pulling away from me. I did the same, blushing furiously. I can't believe how forward I'd just been with him.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he smiled. "Are you hungry?"

"A little,"

"I'll go get you something. How does soup sound?"

"Good."

He reached over to stroke my cheek gently with the back of his hand, looking at me caringly, "I'll be right back." He was gone.

After I could regain my composure, I went upstairs to shower and change. By the time I'd gotten downstairs Edward was back. He'd set a bowl of soup on the table in the breakfast nook for me. I sat down and ate slowly. He watched me silently for a while before finally sleeping.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. Thank you for this, by the way."

"You're welcome."

When I finished eating he picked up my empty bowl and put it in the dishwasher. "I can clean up, you know."

"Don't worry about it," he was done in mere seconds. He turned to me. "Well, I suppose I'll leave you now, since you're alright."

The thought of him leaving made me unhappy. I wanted to ask him to stay, but he'd already done so much for me.

I walked him to the door where we both stood for several silent moments. "I'll see you later, Bella." He said. He was so close to me again…

"Sure, goodnight Edward."

His eyes held mine in an intense gaze, as his cold hands ran gently across my cheek again. He leaned in closer and I heard him breathe in. "Goodnight," he whispered. And he was gone.

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