A/N:

Yes, I was able to update this week as well, and I truly hope the same will be possible next week, however, I am moving to a new town on Tuesday so I can't promise anything :)

So, most (not all) of the introductions are over, now let's get into the story for real!

Title: The Undecided

Author: MarieCarro

Beta Reader: SarcasticBimbo

Genre: Supernatural/Drama

Pairing: Bella/Edward

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Good and Evil Witches. A Prophecy. An Unfulfilled Destiny. The Promise of a Leader. And it all rests on the shoulders of a "misunderstood" teenage girl.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter Word Count: 3, 935

{Chapter 2}

Next day at school, I did everything I could think of to stay awake. I was supporting my head on my hand, and I blinked so many times it must have looked as if I had something in my eyes.

I'd stayed out way too late last night. Edward had brought me back home around ten at first to satisfy my parents, but only half an hour later, I was escaping through my window to meet up with him again. I wasn't back home until four this morning.

I was certain my parents knew that we did this at least twice a week, but they didn't say anything about it as long as my homework was finished.

A huge yawn escaped me and caused my eyes to tear up, which in turn made me worry my makeup would smudge; a look that was not attractive on me at all. Some could rock lots of black around the entire eye, but I wasn't one of them.

I brought out my cellphone and used the camera to check, but I had barely gotten a real look before it was snatched right out of my hand.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and looked up to see my teacher looking down at me with angry eyes.

"I don't tolerate phones in my classroom, Miss Swan. This is the last time I say it. To the principal's office."

"But—"

"I don't want to hear it. Take your things with you."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, and it caused the other students to gasp and their eyes widened as they watched the scene with interest. They all wanted to know what the teacher would do next, but there was nothing he really could do, because he had already sent me to the principal.

The damage was already done, so after gathering my stuff and placing it in my book bag, as well as snatch back my phone, I mumbled out a "whatever" and left the room. The teacher was huffing and sputtering behind me as he tried to come up with something to give him the last word, but I was already gone.

I could admit that I hadn't made the situation better with my behavior, but it wasn't my fault that the teacher didn't listen.

It didn't take long before the principal called me inside her office, and I slumped down in one of the wooden chairs that was supposed to be "comfortable" compared to the plastic ones outside in the reception area.

"So, Isabella," Banshee started, and I hated that she thought it was okay for her to address me with my first name. As long as I was called "Miss Swan," I could handle it. "I was told you were acting out in class again. Care to tell me what it was about this time?"

I looked away from her. "Does it matter?"

Banshee sighed. "I don't know what to do with you anymore," she said with a tired voice. "The more I try, the more you resist. When are you going to understand that I only want to help you?"

I scoffed. "Yeah, right!" I gave her a amused look, but something caused her face to go completely blank before she frowned and leaned forward as if to study me closer. I recoiled from her gaze and crossed my arms defensively, and when she stood up and walked out of the office, I followed her with my eyes. I was very confused about what was going on and I tried to hear what she was telling the receptionist. I could only hear whispered mumbling, and then Banshee came back.

She sat down back behind her desk and clasped her hands together on top of it.

"Is there anything you want to tell me, Isabella?"

I shook my head. "No, not really. What's going on? What was that just now?"

Banshee sighed again, and the sound annoyed me to no end. "You know, I tolerate a lot at this school, but I have my limits as well. Unless you tell me the truth right now, you leave me without a choice. Have you eaten or drunk anything today that you didn't make yourself?"

I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, and I told her that. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She blinked and then grabbed her phone and began dialing. She was completely quiet as it rang and simply stared at me. The muffled sound of a man answering was all I heard, and Banshee's greeting caused my body to go ice-cold.

"Hello, Mr. Swan, this is Mrs. Greene. I'm calling about your daughter." I couldn't hear what my dad said, but I had a pretty good guess. "Yes, I have her here in my office, and I want both you and R—Mrs. Swan to come to school and discuss an urgent matter with me. I wouldn't ask you to if it wasn't important."

I hated that I wasn't let in on the secret that was this entire situation, and I itched to contact Edward, but I was sure something like that wouldn't be in my favor, so I remained quietly in my seat.

"Perfect, we'll be waiting right here."

She hung up and turned back to me. "Your parents will be here in thirty minutes."

"And will you tell me why you called them?" I asked and smiled tightly. I also matched her tone and the way she spoke to mock her subtly.

"I need to talk to them because I'm concerned about you, Isabella. It seems you keep making bad choices that will affect your life in the long run. I know you have potential. You're a great student, but your attitude keeps getting you into trouble."

I scowled at her because she had no right to speak like this. She didn't know what my life was like. It wasn't like she was my mom.

"I'm not saying this to be mean. I only want what's best for you," she continued, but at this point, I had stopped listening.

Suddenly, the door behind us opened and the school security guard came in with an officer in tow. I was terrified that I was about to be arrested for something I had no idea about.

It felt as if someone had thrown a bucket of cold water over me then. Was it possible that the girls from yesterday suspected I had something to do with that branch falling? Was I going to be arrested for attempted murder even though it was unintentional? Did they have proof I didn't know about?

That was when I saw what the officer held in his hand, and I became furious instead.

"You went through my locker?" I exclaimed, and Banshee flinched. In the officer's hand was Edward's bag with Jimmy's gift in it. "You can't do that! Isn't that illegal?"

The three ignored me and the officer proceeded to show what he had found. It caused Banshee to gasp and then shake her head disappointingly. "Do you confess that this bag was in your locker, Isabella?"

"Yeah, so?"

Banshee nodded for the two men to leave the office and close the door. "Firstly," she began when we were alone again. "I ordered a locker search because I suspected that you were under the influence of something when you came in here. If I suspect illegal substances in my school, I have the right to order such searches."

"I wasn't under the influence of anything!" I yelled at her. "Why did you think I was?"

"Your eyes are red and watery, and your behavior is more aggressive than I've ever seen it before. I didn't have a choice. Secondly, not only are you a minor, but under what circumstances did you think it would be okay for you to store a weapon on school property?"

My eyes widened. "A what?"

She reached into the bag and pulled out a beautifully ornate, yet scary-looking dagger. A part of me wanted to scream out and say that it wasn't mine, but I didn't want to sell Edward out, so I slumped back against the backrest. I pretended as if the sight of the knife didn't surprise me, but I had to hide the tremble of my hands by crossing my arms.

She didn't try to get anything else out of me until my parents came rushing into the reception area. Banshee stood up and gestured for them to come inside. "Isabella, I want to talk to them alone, so you can go sit outside while you wait for them."

I rolled my eyes and left the office. My eyes met my dad's and while his "public mask" was in place, I could see the fury blazing in his eyes. I knew I was in heaps of trouble, and all I wanted was to get a hold of Edward and ask him about the knife.

The walls of the principal's office weren't very thick and I heard everything that was said in there. It started with why she had called them there, and then she went on about my behavior and what they had found in my locker.

"This has been going on for too long. One more mishap like this, and I will have no choice but to suspend her."

"She's only acting out. Bella is a good person. She's just a little lost," Mom insisted.

"Maybe, but her behavior is affecting the other students. You need to solve these issues now."

"We understand. We will talk with her immediately."

I rolled my eyes and slouched deeper into the uncomfortable blue plastic chair. My parents came through the door, and Dad tried to give me the I-am-very-disappointed-in-you-young-lady-look, but I wasn't falling for it. He only gave me that look to give the illusion of being a good parent and that he would only talk some sense into me. Not likely, though. Our fights never went anywhere and all we did was scream at each other.

They took turns shaking Banshee's hand and then Mom walked up to me and crouched down so that she could look into my eyes. "Bella, what's going on with you?"

I rolled my eyes again and turned my head away from her.

Dad wasn't in the mood to play nice and grabbed my upper arm hard to pull me up from the chair.

"Charles, don't!" Mom cried out, but he didn't care. He was livid.

"What the hell, Isabella Marie! Where did you get the dagger from, and why did you bring it to school?" he asked through clenched teeth.

I pulled my arm out of his grip and glared at him. "Don't fucking touch me!"

"Answer my question."

I crossed my arms and cocked my head defiantly. "Why do you care?"

Mom stepped in between us. "Not here! We'll take this at home." She looked around and smiled apologetically toward the receptionist, who was looking at the scene in front of her.

"Take a picture. It will last longer," I told her, but before I could see her reaction, I was pushed out of the office and toward the parking lot.

I walked angrily behind my parents with my arms still crossed and glared at their necks as they made their way to where they had parked their car.

"What are we going to do with you, Bella?" Mom mused to herself, and I didn't feel she was entitled to an answer, so I remained silent. When we reached the car, I refused to enter it immediately, and while Dad sat behind the wheel and tried to control his anger, Mom sighed and rolled her window down.

"Just get in the car."

I broke eye contact with her and looked down at my black boots and still refused to make a move.

"Please, Bella. We'll talk at home."

With an exasperated exhale, I flung the door of the backseat open and ducked inside. Dad didn't waste any time and drove off of the school premises as soon as the door was closed.

"I don't understand, honey. Why did you think it was a good idea to bring a dagger to school?" Mom asked, but I was sulking and didn't feel like answering. "Bella, answer me," she said sternly.

"Because I just did, okay!" I cried out and then continued quietly to myself, "It wasn't even mine."

"What was that?" Dad asked, but since he wasn't my favorite person in the world at the moment, I only glared at his neck.

"Nothing," I said and started to dig in my bag for my headphones. I'd had enough of them for the rest of the ride home.

"It's time to grow up, Isabella. You're eighteen, and when school ends, there will be responsibilities waiting for you," he continued.

"Sure," I answered noncommittally and proceeded to shut them out with music by my favorite band.

I looked out of the window at the sky, which was beginning to go gray, and small droplets of water splashed on the glass.

When Dad stopped by a red light, a familiar car pulled up in the lane next to us and my eyes met Edward's. He smiled his beautiful smile and nodded toward the seat next to him.

I silently asked what he meant with my eyes and in reply I got a wink. I understood then, and I also knew that I had to be really quick if it would work. I cast a small glance at my parents and neither of them had noticed anything yet, and so as fast as I possibly could, I threw the car door open and bolted outside.

"Bella?" I heard Mom ask, and a second later Dad yelled as well, but I had already rounded the car that was my destination, and the door of the passenger side was already open for me.

"Isabella, come back here this instant or you will regret it!"

I locked eyes with my dad for a second, and he seemed to dare me to enter the car, which I did without hesitating. As soon as the door closed, the lights switched to green and we sped away from there.

I threw my head back and laughed, rejoicing in my short and temporary freedom. I would still have to go home sometime tonight and meet my parents' wrath, but that was a problem for later.

When I couldn't see them in the rearview mirror any longer, I looked at Edward and the desire I always felt around him flared up.

"Thank you for saving me back there," I said gratefully and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, but he turned his head and took possession of my mouth for a few short seconds before releasing me to concentrate on the road again.

"No problem. I figured you needed it when I saw your parents' car in the parking lot. What did you do this time, Angel?"

"What did I do?" I asked him as the fear I felt for the dagger they'd found resurfaced. "Why the hell are you giving a freaking dagger to Jimmy, and why did you ask me to store it in my locker?"

Edward shrugged. "I told you it was something Jimmy wanted."

"Yeah, but you could have warned me that it was a deadly weapon," I continued, not feeling reassured at all.

He chuckled. "He doesn't plan to go out and stab people with it, Angel. It's ornamental, so relax."

"It didn't look ornamental to me," I mumbled, but I had already forgiven him. "Besides, you know Banshee's been after me ever since I started in this stupid school. You must have known she'd find it."

"I guess I was hoping you'd behave yourself for a week at least," he joked.

I looked down at my hands and started to rub them against each other agitatedly. "She threatened to throw me out of school. If she succeeds with finding enough dirt on me, I won't be allowed to graduate next year."

"Angel, it's only a month since you started your senior year. Do you really think you need to worry about that now?" He turned his head and looked at me with those mesmerizing eyes of his, and I instantly calmed down.

I smiled and sunk deeper into the comfy leather seat. "You're right," I agreed. Edward always had the ability to calm me down, and I closed my eyes as he drove us to what I assumed was our favorite spot—a secluded part of the local park. We always went there after school because we were never disturbed.

Edward turned off the engine before he turned to me. "Now that there's no risk for traffic accidents, I'd better get a proper hello and thank you," he said with a smirk.

I giggled and once again leaned forward to kiss him, and our lips joined in a passionate lip-lock that made my toes curl and my temperature rise.

One of Edward's hands snaked around my waist and the other loosely gripped around my throat to hold me in place, and my own went to his hair and grabbed fistfuls of his beautiful dark strands.

The short seconds we parted, our breaths mixed in the space between us, but we were in a very uncomfortable position.

"Edward, I—" I started, but his groan interrupted me. Our foreheads were still touching and our panting breaths were loud inside the confined space of the car.

"I know, you're not ready," he said quietly before he released me and leaned back in his seat with his eyes closed. He was taking deep breaths through his nose to calm down, and the bulge in his jeans told me why.

I didn't want him to calm down though. I was ready to give myself to him, and I hoped the mood wasn't ruined now. "Edward, I'm ready," I said, and his head whipped around toward me so fast I feared he would get whiplash. I just had to smile at his shocked expression. "I wanted to tell you yesterday, but I never got the opportunity." I laughed quietly, and Edward's hand slowly came up to cup my cheek.

"Are you serious?"

I nodded, and Edward immediately began looking around for a solution that would work. He met my eyes and cocked his eyebrow. "Backseat's okay? It's a bit cold outside."

I smirked and gave him another kiss. "Backseat's perfect." My door was already opened before the sentence was completely out of my mouth, and Edward wasn't slow to follow.

Our kisses in the backseat were more frenzied than before, and I realized that it was because Edward had been holding back before. He knew that I hadn't been ready, but now it was different. I wanted him so much, and knowing that he wanted me too turned me on to no end.

I felt so thankful when Edward helped me to shed my clothes because there was heat everywhere and it all seemed to emanate from Edward's mouth and skin. I didn't feel nervous at all to be with him despite the fact that I was a virgin. I had complete faith in Edward, and I knew that there was a chance it might hurt, but I was too aroused to care about a few seconds of pain when I knew I would feel so much pleasure by just being connected with this man that I loved so much.

With slight difficulty, Edward slid me underneath his own body so that I was lying down across the entire backseat. While we had touched each other, pretty much all over, our clothes had always remained on, so this was new ground for us.

He looked into my eyes and smirked before he unclasped my bra, exposing my breasts in all their glory, and without hesitation, he covered my nipple with his hot mouth. It felt so good to feel it on my bare skin, and I arched into the sensation, wanting more.

I slid my hands underneath his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, demanding he show me more of himself. As soon as his torso was exposed, my eyes zeroed in on a tattoo of an inverted five-pointed star inside of a ring right over his heart, something I'd never seen before, and it caused me to stop.

"When did you get that?" I asked, and Edward froze his movements and looked down at the tattoo in question.

"I had it done two weeks ago. Why?"

I frowned. "I've just never seen it before, and it looks older than two weeks." In fact, it looked like it was years old and had always been a part of his skin.

He smirked at me. "I heal fast, but does it really matter? Weren't we in the middle of something more important?" He rolled his hips slowly against me, and a low moan erupted from my throat. The tattoo was immediately forgotten.

When the last of our clothes had been removed, and Edward started to part my legs so that he could settle between them, I suddenly got a strange feeling that I shouldn't do this, and not because I didn't want to. It was more as if there was some outer force that told me it was too dangerous. It shook me up a bit, and I instinctively closed my legs a little bit.

Edward noticed it, of course. "What's wrong?" he asked, but the feeling had gone away as suddenly as it had appeared and was replaced with a different feeling; one that told me this was exactly right.

I shook my head to clear it and looked into Edward's eyes. "Nothing," I assured. He stroked my cheek softly and then pushed my legs apart again. With determined movements, he lined himself up before pushing inside agonizingly slow. "Please, go faster," I moaned, and he complied with one quick thrust.

It felt somewhat uncomfortable for a few seconds, but once I had adjusted to the intrusion of having him inside of me, a radiating warmth flowed through my body, but there was something else there, something dark, and it grew in size.

A part of me wanted to fight that feeling, but the other part embraced it, and that was the part I decided to listen to this time because there was not a chance in hell I would stop this now. It felt too good, and I had waited for so long.

Our bodies became slick with sweat and the sound of our hips coming together rhythmically resounded through the small space of the car.

Edward pulled my hands above my head, interlaced our fingers and started to kiss my throat and collarbone.

All the sensations became too much for me, and I cried out. His thrusts became jerkier before he stilled and groaned deeply.

We hadn't used a condom, and I could feel his release inside of me. It made me feel like a part of him, and I relished the feeling.

Edward tucked me underneath his arm and I had my head on his chest while he stroked my hair. I felt so utterly safe and protected in his arms.

"Your parents are going to kill me when they realize I've corrupted the last pure thing in you," Edward said and chuckled.

I smiled against his skin. "I'd like to see them try. They'd have to go through me first."

A/N:

What did you think of that, huh? And I would love to hear your theories about what that feeling Bella had was! ;-)