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Bella
When we pull into the parking lot the next morning, all eyes are on us.
Edward's wearing his favorite sunglasses and throws his arm around my shoulders, all calm and cool.
He's never given much thought to what other people think of him.
I'm sort of the opposite.
Their eyes burn into my skin, so I burrow into his side and let him be my shield.
Our friends—his friends—are standing by my locker and applaud as we approach.
I stop walking and start to turn away.
Because it hurt like hell when Edward and I stopped talking, but it also stung that our friends just willingly stuck by him.
He leans down and kisses my cheek.
"Don't be too hard on them. They knew something was going on and wanted to give you some space."
"They abandoned me."
"Should I loan Jessica my speaker and tell her anything from Trench will do?" He smirks. "Remind me to replace that by the way. I still can't believe you ran it over."
"I'm serious, Edward."