Hello my loves. Sorry for the delay with this chapter. RL has been a bit hectic as of late. Please enjoy.

Normal disclaimers apply.

Okay Cullen, it is a new day and Bella is just a girl. You can do this, just say hi. You can say hi to the other girls easily enough. She doesn't have to be any different. Just walk up to her, open your mouth and say-

"Huuuuhhhhh."

I slapped my hand over my mouth and ran. Their laughter following after me like some form of horrifically embarrassing theme song. So much for my inner pep talk getting me through that.

I hid in the library and read until the bell signalled the start of class. I put my book away and trudged off to English. We were to work on our assignments again today, but thanks to the work Em and I put in last night we were much further ahead than everyone else. This gave us ample opportunity to talk about stuff other than the assignment.

"Did you wanna come over again tonight? I need a rematch on FIFA so I can reclaim my title." I asked Emmett while finishing off the paragraph I was working on.

"I can't. Sorry."

"Oh. Another time maybe?"

"Look Edward, you're nice and all but your mom is a bit of a bitch and I don't think she likes me very much." He said bluntly. "Let's just get this completed today and then we don't have to hang around together any more." He gestured to our spread out schoolwork on the desk and carried on writing.

Ouch.

Why do I feel like I've just been dumped? As a friend of course. There's zero romantic feelings between me and Emmett. "Okay."

I didn't try to make conversation with him again unless it was to do with our assignment. Needless to say we got it completed by the end of the class. I handed in our work while Emmett requested another seat in class.

What had happened to the jovial guy I met and hung out with yesterday? It's not like I smell. My hygiene routine is very thorough, thank you very much. Maybe I could ask Bella why her brother made a complete one eighty from yesterday.

Pfft, yeah right! You actually have to conjure up words to come out of your mouth and say them to her first.

Okay subconscious, you can shut up now.

The rest of my day went pretty smoothly. No one else decided they didn't want to be my friend. I may not be the stereotypical jock, or hold a party every weekend, but I'm still a pretty likeable guy. I'm nice to everyone except Jasper, but then again we've grown up together so he's more like a brother than a friend.

A brother who's banging your sister.

Ick! Okay brain, less of the incestuous thoughts please.

I got to biology early and put my homework on the desk in front of me, ready for Mr Banner to collect.

The classroom was about half full when Bella walked in and took her seat next to me.

She's so pretty. Okay Cullen. Get it together. You can do this. Just ask her.

"You do realise you're talking out loud right?" Bella said, turning to face me with a faint smile gracing her features.

Oh shit.

"That too."

God dammit!

...

No response. Phew.

"I'm sorry. You must think I'm a total nutcase."

"Wow. An actual sentence with actual words; and it's only taken twenty four hours too." She teased with a grin. "I don't think you're nuts Edward. Maybe just a little bit awkward socially."

"But that's the thing, I'm not usually. I can talk to anyone. It's just you that gets me all wound up in knots."

"Well you're talking to me fine now."

"Yeah. I guess I am." My eyebrows rose with my realisation. "Huh."

"I'm sorry about everyone laughing at you this morning. I told them off after you ran away. What were you going to say?"

"I just wanted to say hi. Show you I'm not some creepy guy who does nothing but stare at you."

"Don't worry about it. You're not the first person to do that."

"Really? Who else has done that to you?"

Bella looked like she shouldn't have said anything. "Oh, uh, it was at my old school. There was this one guy who would follow me around and just stare at me all the time. It was kinda creepy."

"I'm sorry." I apologised.

Bella raised her brow at me.

"That that happened to you. I promise to not become that level of creep."

She laughed then. A real heartfelt laugh that went straight to my cock. God damn! I swear my dick has a mind of it's own. I thought I had grown out of this phase but clearly not.

I scooted my chair closer to the desk to conceal the now prominent bulge in my pants.

"You're funny Edward. I like you. You and my brother would get along great."

"Oh yeah, that's what I was going to ask you. What's his deal anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well we got along fine yesterday. He came back to mine after school to hang out and work on our English assignment together. He even beat me at FIFA. Now today I asked him for a rematch and he practically told me he hated me and to not bother trying to be his friend. He even asked our teacher if he could switch seats with someone so we never get paired up again. I have no idea what changed. Does he have a form of bi-polar?"

"Fucking idiot." She mumbled.

"Excuse me?!"

"No! Not you Edward. My braindead oaf of a brother. I'll talk to him. See what's going on."

"Good morning class." Mr Banner strode in and called the student body to attention. "I hope you all completed the homework I gave you yesterday. Lay it out on your desk. Edward can you collect it for me?"

The remaining blood in my body drained from my face. I couldn't walk around the classroom sporting a full on chubby. I'd get suspended for indecent behaviour. Not to mention the eternal teasing I would get from my fellow students. The news would spread around the school like wildfire and then the town. Bella's dad would hear about it and arrest me as some sort of sexual deviant. I'd end up in the county jail with some butch guy named Bubba who wants to use me as his bunk bitch. My ass wouldn't be able to handle it.

"Edward? Are you okay? You look a little sickly." Bella asked me, placing her hand on my thigh very close to where I was almost busting out of my pants. "Mr Banner, I don't think Edward is very well."

The teacher glanced over and gave me a knowing look. "I think you're right Miss Swan. Would you mind collecting the assignments for me instead? It looks like Edward needs to stay sitting for the moment. Don't want any accidents in the classroom."

Bella removed her hand from my thigh and slid from her seat to collect the homework.

I instantly felt the loss but took the time to take in a few deep breaths and willed myself to calm down. Come on Edward, gain some control. You can't just jizz in your pants during biology!

When I finally felt the pressure against my zipper start to subside, Bella returned and so did my boner. God damn it!

I dashed to the nearest boys bathroom as soon as the bell rang. I just need to get some pressure off of my swollen dick. I locked myself in a cubicle and quickly unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them straight down to my knees. I adjusted my boxers and my cock sprung free. Oh sweet relief. I always scoffed at the idea of dying from a hard on, but now I can see some truth behind it. I felt like I was gonna die in that classroom.

I waited until the guy in the stall next to me left before putting my hand on my aching shaft. I didn't need to conjure up a fantasy about Izzy Marie, I was too far gone for that. Two... Three... Four strokes was all it took for me to blow my load into the toilet bowl.

I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out in pleasure and possibly farted a couple of times instead. I wafted away the smell and cleaned up my hand and dick with some of that scratchy toilet roll the school insists on buying, before pulling up my jeans and flushing the evidence of my restroom relief down the drain.

The second bell rang as I was washing my hands, making me forgo drying them and rushing from the room instead. I made it to the locker room in time and as I was about to open the heavy door Emmett called out my name from behind me.

"What do you want Emmett? I'm kind of busy."

"I wanted to apologise for this morning. I'm sorry for acting like a douche. I didn't mean it."

"Okay. Apology accepted. I gotta go." I grabbed the handle to the locker room door and my damp hand slipped from the metal, making my fist fly back and hit myself in the nose. I doubled over in pain just as Bella rounded the corner.

"Fucking hell Emmett! I told you to be nice to him, not fucking punch him in the fucking face! Oh Jesus, now he's bleeding." Bella rushed to my side and helped me down onto the ground. "Here, lean against the wall and put your head between your knees. It should help stem the flow of blood." She bent my knees and rest my head between them while Emmett bent down to talk to her.

"I didn't hit him. The idiot hit himself in the face." He protested.

"And why exactly would he do that?"

"I dunno. To make me look bad."

"In front of who? I'm the only one here and it's not like he knew I was going to walk around the corner. He's not a fucking mind reader!"

"You do realise his nose bleed isn't stopping, don't you?"

"Oh shit! Go and get a teacher. I'll wait here with him."

There was a rushing of footsteps before I heard the distinct sound of the gym door thudding shut.

"Edward? Did Emmett hit you?" Bella asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You can trust me. I won't tell." She handed me some tissue out of her bag to hold under my nose.

"No. It was an accident. My hand slipped." Sure I could have been an asshole and lied about Emmett, but then the truth would eventually come out and I'd be labelled a liar. What would Bella think of me then?

Emmett soon returned with Coach Clapp in tow. "Cullen, you alright son?" He crouched down in front of me and his extra tight gym shorts were right in my line of sight, giving me prime view of his twig and berries.

"I think I'm gonna be sick." I groaned, shutting my eyes tight.

"Okay champ. Can you stand? We'll try and get you to the nurses office."

I climbed to my feet, swaying only once but coach helped to steady me.

"Right you two, off to class. I'll help Edward out from here."

"I've got a free period coach. I can sit with him until he feels better." Bella said, falling into step with us.

"Very well Miss Swan."

"Emmett, bring his bag will you." She called behind us to where her brother was still standing.

The school nurse took one look at me and decided to call my mother. Unfortunately she was in Port Angeles and it would take her a while to get home.

Bella offered to drive me to the hospital but I felt like I didn't need to go. It was only a nosebleed. Nothing serious. I told her such and it wasn't until she pointed out my face was turning purple that I acquiesced. One look in her compact mirror had me feeling woozy all over. She drove my car to the hospital and Emmett followed behind in Bella's car so he could take her home after.

Thankfully it was a quiet afternoon in Forks ER and I was seen to straight away. Being the son of the chief of staff didn't hurt either.

The bleeding had stopped while I was still at school so the nurses here were able to assess me properly. I lied and told them I was hit by an opening door and not my own damp fist. Why couldn't I have just dried my hands after washing them? I wouldn't be in this mess otherwise.

After a couple of x-rays it was deemed that nothing was broken, just badly bruised. I was given some strong painkillers and was told to wait until a parent could drive me home.

I knocked back the pills and closed my eyes. I must have dozed off because I woke to the sound of hushed voices.

"He's a fan Bella. What was I supposed to do? I can't pretend that I don't know who that part of you is. What do you want me to do?"

"Everywhere we go there's going to be fans Emmett. You can't stop being nice to someone because of it. Now he thinks you've got some mental issue because you were warm one day and then like ice the next. Just be yourself."

"Like that's worked out before. Once they know who you are I'm forgotten."

"Emmett." Bella sighed.

Whatever she was going to say next was cut off by the unmistakeable sound of my fathers voice. "Can I help you children?"

"No sir. We're just here with our friend Edward." Bella barely got out before the curtains were pulled back revealing my fathers worry filled face.

"Edward! Son! Who did this? Who hurt you?" He picked up my chart and looked through the notes. "Prolonged nosebleed. Severe bruising. Walked into a door?" He muttered to himself before looking up at me once more. "Did you really walk into a door? Or did someone do this to you? You can tell me son. You won't get into trouble."

"Hey daddio." I giggled. Fucking giggled. What type of whacked up pain killers did they give me?! "I walked into a door. I got distracted by a pretty girls big little brother. How can a guy that big be her little brother? He looks like he could eat her for breakfast."

A snort at the end of my bed had me glancing past my father to see Bella leaning against the frame. I tried to smile but I think it came out like more of a grimace.

"That's the pretty girl dad. She's so beautiful. I like her. She reminds me a little of Izzy Marie, but her hair and eyes are different. Izzy has blonde hair while Bella's is like chocolate. Izzy has brown eyes and Bella's are like amazing blue sapphires. They sparkle when she's happy."

If I wasn't doped up on pain killers I would have noticed the colour drain from Bella's face at the mention of Izzy Marie, and then it flushed red when I complimented her eyes.

But I wasn't and I didn't.

Instead, I sat up and vomited over the side of the bed.

So much for making a good impression.

Oops, poor Edward.

Anyone else had their hand slip off of something they were pulling and end up hitting themselves? I do it all too often with my bra straps. Get distracted, hand slips and BAM! socked meself in the jaw. One way to wake up in the morning I guess.

Any hoo, let me know what you think. Your thoughts are always appreciated.

Much love x