A/N

For May ... because she's ... she's just ... she's May. And she never quits! LOL.

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Edward and I don't speak for a whole week after I showed him my 'thinking spot'.

I gave him space, never seeking him out.

He didn't show face at that weekend's parties.

I kept my curtains closed in my room every night, window shut tight; not wanting to see him, shying away from everything he made me feel, locking myself away -just like I always do.

I stopped playing games that day -that day I begged him not to engage the kid that challenged him to a fight, that day he apologised to me in bio.

I realised I was always the under-dog in his games, and they caused nothing but heartache —for me.

He withdrew too. A truce of sorts.

I didn't party either, I did nothing but think.

I ignored the rumours about him -the whispers about him and Jessica, and him and some guy from Port Angeles.

I did, however, miss him.

And that was hardest of all.

I realised that I'd take his scorn, and his desperate, harsh touches, his warnings in my ear, his scathing words ... his attention. I'd take it all if it meant he would just ... look at me.

That made me feel worse.

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A/N

Bella be all over the place!

But is Edward?