Sorry I didn't have a chapter for you on Friday. My muse is evading me at the moment but I managed a short Chapter. Bear with me.

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Chapter. 10

Bpov

On my way to school Wednesday morning I tried to grabble that Edward Cullen came to my house yesterday. How did that happen? And he wasn't weird about what had happened on Monday. Or tried to get information out of me as to why I acted like a complete lunatic without any reason. I mean, he had every right to. It didn't seem farfetched to assume that he wouldn't want to talk to me again. I could have sworn he had avoided me at school on Tuesday but I guess that was just my imagination. To be honest I probably wouldn't have been able to talk to him like a human if he had tried to address me at school.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened the door imaging Charlie or even Jake but was met with his emerald eyes. I cursed the chair at that moment more than ever. Going upstairs made it even worse. There was nothing remotely normal about this situation. That was painfully obvious to me. Thankfully, he didn't comment. He just followed me. The ensuing conversation was strange. Not because it was bad but because I talked about things I hadn't talked about in months. I relished in the feeling of being able to talk about those things. Especially with someone who didn't know me or him. He would be forming an opinion of him from what I told him. That was a first. Everyone I've talked to about him and our life since it happened had been my family Alice and Jake. They all had known him. Loved him in their own way, had their own memories. Not Edward. He had never met him. Continuing to think about that made my heart ache. He would never be able to.

Especially with the way I was feeling. I believed it would have been good to have him around for that. To catch me. These new feelings were scary and confusing and overwhelming. I wanted to hide. And I desperately needed Alice. Now. But her visit was still a week away.

School went by in a flash. I saw Edward in history and didn't know how to act. Should I talk to him? Or wait for him to start a conversation. I shouldn't have worried. "Hey, how are you?"

"Fine. And you?" I answered him when I sat down at our table.

"Great. Hey, do you...maybe... Want to do homework together later?" I just stared at him. Probably being incredibly rude. He wanted to spend time with me? Why?

"I...ahm. Well...I. Sure." He smiled at me indulgently.

"Awesome, should I come to you? Let's say around four?" I saw him swallow nervously. Trust me I'm too, buddy, I thought self-deprecating.

"Yeah, I'll have to talk to Charlie but that shouldn't be a problem. He...he's quite fond of you." I smirked, thinking about the reason for his acceptance of Edward.

Just as I had predicted Dad was happy to have Edward over even when he wasn't home because he had to go back to work after dropping me off. Just another example of me not being a normal teenager. He should be appalled by me having a boy in my room without supervision. But of course, that wasn't a problem.

Edward arrived five minutes early. With Dad's ok I had told Edward where we put the spare key so I didn't have to go downstairs to let him in. He called up from downstairs to ask if I needed him to get anything before he came up. He really was very considerate.

I lay on my bed while he took the desk and we fell into a comfortable silence while we worked. I already knew the topic so I did the necessary homework in no time. When I finished I looked over to see how Edward was doing. He was bent over the desk his nose almost touching the book. He had a marker in his hand and there was a frown on his face.

"How is it coming along?" I asked moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He startled. "Slowly." He muttered miserably. He looked frustrated. thinking he was apologizing for taking longer than me to finish I said:

"Don't worry. I already did this once, remember? So it's nothing new to me." I tried to reassure him. He nodded and went back to his book still looking miserable. I used the time to paint. I didn't mind him being here while I painted. That puzzled me but I pushed the feeling away. It's not like I was a famous artist who made a big deal out of revealing the finished product. Still, it was a kind of personal and private thing.

I usually put some music on while I worked but Edward needed to concentrate so I didn't want to distract him. Every once in a while I would look over when I heard huffing or grumbling and notice him getting more and more frustrated. He was always pulling at his hair. So hard it must have hurt. After a while, I couldn't take him abusing his beautiful hair anymore.

"Hey, do you need help?" I asked. Again he jumped at my words. When he Looked up at me I saw his watering eyes. He was close to tears. His lips in a tight line.

"Maybe I can help you? What are you having problems with?" I moved back to the edge of the bed to be closer to him. I wanted to wipe that sad look from his face.

"I...The problem is..." He avoided my eyes and sighed. Resigning to whatever was troubling him. "I'm dyslexic." He said it like he was ashamed and admitting that to me embarrassed him immensely. That wouldn't do.

"Ok. Do you want me to read it to you? And you can take notes?" He just stared at me like I had suggested we put the book in a blender and feed it to him to get the info in him. Slowly I saw him relax. He nodded, then handed me the book.

"Where were you?" I asked. He stood and sat next to me to point out where he had stopped. Laying more comfortably on the bed I began to read aloud. I stopped after a few sentences remembering something.

"You have to stop me if I'm too fast when you write something down or you want me to repeat something." He still looked kind of flabbergasted but nodded again. We went through the whole chapter in about two hours. I was a fast reader. Closing the book I smiled at Edward. He looked astonished and smiled back.

"How?... Why?... Where?" He chuckled at himself and raked his hands through his hair.

"How did you know how to help me?"

"My brother was an auditory learner. I often read his books to him. It would give me practice in reading and he could study more effectively." I shrugged. I wasn't even bothered by the mention of him at that moment.

"Huh." Was Edwards answer. I hesitated. "Maybe, only If you want, of course, we can study together. I'm still ahead so I don't need to do much. I can read to you if you want." I proposed. I wanted to spend more time with him and didn't mind the reading. If it would help him.

"That would be...really great. Are you sure? I don't want to put you out. You should spend that time doing something you like." "I don't mind. I'd like to help." Honestly, it felt great to be able to do something for someone else for a change. To help, be of use. It had been the other way around for too long. His blinding smile took me by surprise. He sat down next to me and took my hands in his.

"Thank you. Really." He implored. The honesty shining in his eyes. He really was grateful. "Of course," I said smiling back shyly our eyes glued together. Would he try to kiss me again? I wanted him to. I had never felt this way about someone. I was scared shitless in this uncharted territory but it was also exhilarating. The thing holding me back was everything I was dealing with and everything I would hold him back from if we started something. It was ludicrous to even think he wanted something from me but yesterday it had seemed like he wanted to kiss me and changed his mind at the last second. Why? was the question. Did he remember what happened on Monday and realized it would be too difficult? Too much work? No, he was far too kind for that. But he deserved more. He couldn't even take me out on a date should he want to because I couldn't get in his car without freaking out. The thought quickly sobered me up and I evaded his eyes. He noticed the change but didn't address it.

"I should go home. Would you maybe want to study at my house tomorrow? Your dad can drop you off there after school." He suggested. I had to think about that for a minute. He needed my help and I wanted to help him so, of course, I wanted to. I just had to figure out how I would get home.

"I'll talk to Charlie and tell you in school tomorrow, ok?" He nodded, then rubbed his neck nervously.

"Or we could exchange numbers and you could text me?" He asked sounding hopeful. I blushed and cursed my thinking immediately. It was just for convenience. So we could schedule more easily.

"Sure."

I followed him down so I could start on dinner. He hugged me awkwardly at the door and waved goodbye when he drove out of the driveway. I sighed frustrated. I really needed Alice.

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