AN: This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine.
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Eleven
Chapter 21
His lips mould themselves to mine softly, there's no dominance, no struggle. If I didn't know better I'd say that it was forgiving, of what I wouldn't know. The clatter of the folder hitting the laminate floor does nothing, nothing matters just then. The moan that I can hear has an edge of relief and I can feel it too. Relief that I'm able to kiss him again. Regardless of how messed up that might be. His arms hold on to my waist underneath my blazer keeping me near him, sadly on top of my white shirt but nevertheless I can't help but enjoy his touch.
Ending the kiss all to soon, his lips inches from mine he speaks.
"They're probably wondering what's taking us so long," his arms leaving me.
"Yeah, you're right." I say.
"Ok," he nods
"We should go."
"Um, Bella you might want to let go of me first," his voice soft.
"Let go?"
"Yeah," is all he says before looking downwards my eyes follow his seeing that my hands are grabbing on to his shirt in fists.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I mutter quickly letting go and see that the shirt is now creased, not thinking I use both hands to smooth the shirt down trying to make it less noticeable. His hands grab my wrists stopping my frantic movements and removing me hands from his chest.
"Relax."
I back away from his trying to gain some perspective of what I've again allowed to happen and not being able to find much regret within myself. His voice pulls me back.
"Bella could I borrow your phone for a second?"
"What for?" I ask and I can't help but sound suspicious.
"So we can exchange numbers," he says rolling his eyes at my tone.
"Edward I don't really think that that..." I try though not finishing my sentence.
"Please, it's not a big deal. It's not like I don't have loads of my other friend's numbers?"
Friends? Is that what we are? Can I be friends with Edward?
"Ok then. But um just don't call or text me too much," I mutter embarrassed.
"As if," is the only answer he gives arrogantly typing his number into my phone.
"Prick," I retort at his cocky reply making him chuckle before he hands my phone back and quickly kissing me.
Walking back to the classroom he says questioningly. "Your hair smells of strawberry's."
"It's the shampoo I use," I answer.
"It's nice."
The door is wide open and know I shouldn't let him have the last words, on that thought the words come out "Well yours smells like her cheap perfume." Then I leave his side quickly, walking towards the table I share with Angela.
Happy New Year everyone, I'm off to my friends New Year's party. :) Hope you all have fun tonight.
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