February 4, 2011
Prompt: Enchant – to delight to a high degree
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Storyline: Midnight Surprise
…Continued from Chapter 25
~*Witfit*~
"I, uh… well," he said, pausing shortly and running his fingers through his already rumpled hair. His gorgeous green eyes met mine, and I felt my heart start to flutter in much the same way they had at the party. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
I blinked and felt my heart sink. Of course, he was sorry. What popular guy wouldn't regret kissing me and then having to hear all the rumors flying around? I had never been that girly, never really cared about this kind of stuff, but after all the excitement and energy I'd expended over the weekend thinking about him and that kiss… oh that kiss, I felt cheated. I felt gypped. I felt irritated.
"I see," I said, as I leaned over and grabbed my bag. I started shoving things inside, including the rest of my Dove chocolate bar, and stood up.
"I'm sorry too, Edward. I'm sorry I spent one second thinking about you over the weekend and thinking… well, it doesn't even matter." Blinking away tears, I hauled my bag onto my shoulder and walked as quickly as I could to the library doors without giving him a chance to respond.
He looked stunned at my response. I bet he didn't think I had it in me to stand up to him, Mr. Popularity. Well, I was not going to cry. I was not going to cry. I was not going to cry. I kept telling myself that over and over again as I walked down the hall to my English class.
Mercifully, it was empty when I walked in. I dug through my bag and found a book, shoved my earbuds back into my ears, and tried to get the sad ache inside me to go away.
I should have known better. I'd never been one of those girls – you know, the type that get all emo when they realize their crush is never going to like them like them. I wasn't even one of those girls who was going to start doubting my looks or attitude or any of that. I refused to be one of those girls… but it still hurt, and it still made me wonder why not me.And I knew the reason why. He had me so enchanted, almost believing it was a real possibility, that maybe something could come of this crush.
The bell rang, and I couldn't help the audible groan that came out. People started pouring into the classroom, and I seriously was not in the mood for more talk or glares or any of the other bullshit I'd dealt with all morning. There was nothing to talk about… except now, it would probably get back to everyone that Edward definitely did not like me and that it was like a pity kiss or something.
Pity kiss my ass. That was most definitely not a pity kiss. If I could even begin to describe it, which I'd tried, it was anything but pity. It was hot and minty and amazing. And I was not going to dwell on it anymore.
Damn, this day was seriously sucking ass.
I kept my earbuds in my ears until class started. Sitting through Mrs. Cope's lecture on iambic pentameter was like a breath of fresh air compared to all the whispery chit chat I'd had to endure all day. To even admit that was just sad.
The rest of the afternoon passed quickly, and by the time the final bell rang, I was exhausted and ready to get the hell out of school. I had just closed my locker when I heard someone shout my name. I turned around, looking, but didn't see who it was. I grabbed the last book in my locker and heard it again.
"Bella!"
Shoving the book in my bag, I closed the door and turned around only to find myself face to face with Edward Cullen.
"What do you want?" I asked, feeling my breath hitch and my mouth go dry at the blazing green, penetrating way he was looking at me. Why couldn't he leave me alone? Please don't leave me alone. Was today not enough humiliation for one person to go through? I mean, seriously, it was, but if…
"Isabella Swan, will you go out with me?"
