Okay. I really like writing this story..which isn't good for the other ones I need to get done, haha. Oh, and to Counting Sinful Stars for a little something they mentioned: You're on the right track there, honey ;) -xoxo, Lovely

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-The Wilderness

-Pairing(s): Edward Cullen/OC

-Rated: High T for colorful language, violence, and minor adult situations

-Movie-based

-Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The canon characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I only own the original characters introduced.

Chapter Three:

"Stuck in the Middle of Two Cars with You"

(Chapter Song: I'm Not Angry Anymore by Paramore)

"This is a little too late to say," Cyan began as she and Charlie stepped out of his truck. "But I could have cooked us dinner. I'm known to make a pretty mean lasagna." The two currently stood outside one of the few eating establishment in town, the Carver Cafe. Forks was so small and off-the-radar that not even a McDonalds had found its' way there yet; having to go to the next town over to get some actual name-brand fast food.

"You shouldn't have to cook on your first day here, kid." her uncle smiled, heading inside the diner. "But do add that to the list of dinner ideas for this week."

"..Can't argue with that." she mumbled begrudgingly, following.

Carver Cafe was the definition of a family-owned restaurant and a quaint little place that seemed to be a favorite spot for the locals to fill their guts. To be honest, she didn't actually mind having some decent diner food. Warren just had had her fill of the humble people of Forks that day. A happy bubble had stayed around her since with Jacob and she didn't want to lose that interacting with strangers that assumed to know everything about her. But she also didn't want Charlie to worry about her, having to give the illusion that everything was okay or else life there wouldn't work.

Charlie lead her to a nice table by the windows which seemed to be a favored spot for him. Cora, their waitress, soon appeared with menus. Around her uncle's age, she was a pretty, curvy black woman with bouncy dark curly hair. Her welcoming smile seemed to light up the room which was very useful for her line of work. She just gave off a comforting, unjudging vibe that Cyan was very grateful for.

The typical introduction that had become a tiring constant for the younger woman happen then; say who she was, give a 'nice to meet you' and forced smile, and a bit of polite chit chat. Not bothering to skim the menu or a picky eater, Cyan just ordered the same meal as her uncle—a medium well steak with fries, a small salad and her preferred beverage choice, Coca Cola.

"You know, I'm kinda glad you don't have your mother's eating preferences." her uncle stated to his niece once Cora left with a joking smirk. "Makes the idea of you cooking more acceptable."

An easy grin formed on her face."Yeah, the vegetarian lifestyle didn't cut it for me like it does for mother or Bella. I'm a carnivore from head to toe." she said while thinking, "Good to see he's more comfortable talking with me now." In her younger years, their relationship had been a fun, easy one. Whenever summertime neared, she'd be extremely eager to spend time with her uncle and cousin. Her father would jokingly complain that she preferred them over him. But they both knew that was never true; being a daddy's girl to the core. Evan was her whole world..

"And then the world selfishly took him away." her unwelcome bitterness hissed, slipping through her pleasant buzz. She quickly shoved it back into that dark place in her mind before it could grow larger.

"Yeah, your dad hated eating that crap Nat cooked but he ate it anyway to make her happy—"

"Or else hell would open up right under me." they both quoted, laughing heartily afterward.

"You know.." the young woman lowered her gaze to the table; her voice becoming soft. "It's been five years and I'm still not used to him not being around."

A comforting hand rested on her shoulder, giving a squeeze. "Me too, kiddo..Me too." uttered the Chief of Police. A somber silence fell over the two family members then. Similar dark eyes glanced at him as he leaned back in his chair and stared out the window with a thoughtful expression.

Cyan felt the strange need to talk about her feelings suddenly. Becca had been the only one she confided in about her father's passing. She wondered how her uncle felt and handled the loss of his only brother. Did it still hurt as much as in the beginning? Did he feel an emptiness inside just like her?

Warren gnawed gently on her lower lip. "Jeez..what is wrong with me? My emotions are everywhere today." Those thoughts were thankfully pushed to the side as Cora returned with their drinks.

"I still can't get over how grown up you are and so gorgeous too." she complimented the young woman. A nostalgic sorta sigh escaped her then. "Seems just like yesterday you were little with Bella attached at your hip. Coming here and having you three's favorite pie, berry cobbler." She leaned in closer to the other girl. "Your uncle still has it, by the way. Every Thursday."

"Is that so?" Warren queried, giving the man a teasing look while he tried not to show his embarrassment. Sharing a laugh with the other woman, Cora talked a bit more with Charlie before leaving them alone again.

"..You and Cora are awfully friendly." she noted smoothly, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. It was obvious to her the waitress liked him and the flirty mood they seemed to be unaware that they gave off. Her casual observation caused him to choke on his drink, resulting in a coughing fit. Other patrons glanced their way while she tried but failed not to laugh.

He recovered fast though and changed the subject much to his niece's amusement. However, the new topic instantly burst her pleasant mood completely.

"Anyway, I almost forgot but your mom called to see if you got in all right." A deep frown formed on the newcomer's lips. She wasn't really surprised her mother would go against her request, figuring it would happen soon. It irritated her the woman couldn't give a dash of respect. But this was Natalia Warren being discussed. She only ever demanded respect, never returned it.

"Ugh, really?" Cy groaned, "I told her not to. Please tell me you didn't answer? Because if you did, you've given her a free invitation to call all the time now."

"No, luckily for both of us," It was a clear known fact that Natalia and Charlie didn't like each other very much. Her mother always acted like he was beneath her and like probably many others, her uncle thought she was an 'actual harpy in disguise'. "I was out at the grocer, so she left a message."

She leaned back in her chair, relieved. "Thank goodness..I'll have to block her number once we get back."

"Look, I know your mother's eccentric," he began, using the term to describe Natalia loosely. "But you're gonna have to talk to her sooner or later."

"I know, I know." his niece brushed off, waving a hand dismissively. "Once I'm settled in for a few months, I'll call. But for now, peace is what I want.." She crossed her arms and muttered low to herself. "Which isn't something I'm getting at school at the moment."

Swan grew slightly concerned from what he overheard. "What do you mean? How was it today?" Yet another sigh escaped Warren. It made her wonder if she was getting enough oxygen from how much she released that day.

"To put it plainly, my classmates kinda made me feel like I'm some famous teen actress going to their school and not a simple girl from Boston."

"Well, you're not really a regular girl given who your mother is.." her uncle could help but state the obvious. A slightly offended look was thrown his way. But even though she hated to admit, he was right. As long as she held hold of the Warren namesake, her mother's legacy would forever haunt her.

Suddenly, the Cullens popped into her head again. They must have gone through a similar situation as herself. Which was still happening, now that she thought more about it. Was that part of the real reason for Edward's hostility? Keep people at a rude distance to avoid judgment?

She glanced at her uncle. He might know, right? "..The Cullens seemed to get sorta the same treatment, too."

"The unfortunate flaw of small townsfolk." he commented, a bit of annoyance in his tone. "So, people stirring that old pot again now because you're here?"

"O-Only because I asked about them." she reassured quickly.

"Listen, kiddo. Whatever you heard, you should know it's mostly crap." the Chief of Police informed sternly, "The Cullens have been nothing but nice ever since they came along. People around here they should be happy to have a surgeon like Dr. Cullen in our hospital. Happy his wife wanted to move into a small town and his kids—those kids give me no trouble..not like the other hell-raisers around here."

He then peered at her with a pointed look. "I just don't like narrow-mindedness, okay?"

"Don't worry," A tight smile was given on her end. The term was a long-time enemy of hers. "I'm with you on that.." Great, now she felt kinda like a dick now that her assumption might possibly be true. She was no better than those jerks back home. Coming here was to start anew and having enemies again would just ruin everything.

"Yeah, that's definitely not gonna happen." she swore at that corner table with fierce determination.

Th sounds of Sade flowed through ear buds, blocking out the voices of students lingering around before first period. The sophisti-pop style music helped calmed the young woman's nerves. Sporting an army green Parka and tired brown eyes, Cyan was found lounged against her pickup in the growing crowded parking lot.

She woke up extra early in order that morning so not to miss the Cullens, wanting to get her planned conversation over quickly. But so far, they were nowhere in sight. Hell, the rest of the student body was already there except for them. Were they always fashionably late or was their reason for ditching school the cause of something else? Like her, perchance?

Warren banished the negativity bubbling up from her mind. She needed to stay positive if this was gonna over well. So, she occupied the wait time by listening to music and mentally coming up with a whole new game plan. Originally, she thought to confront Edward and demand what his problem was with her..loudly. A public humiliation was the best way for a point to be put across. But if that hadn't work, there was always Plan B and that would've been far worse than a face-to-face confrontation.

"Okay, act cool. Go up to him and properly introduce yourself." was her inner pep talk, "Exchange a little chit chat if he complies, then somehow work in how you understand why he was being a massive twat—"

"No, his plight, you foul mouth idiot!" A loud, stretching groan escaped her, causing the few people nearby to peer over questioningly. She ran a hand down her exhausted face. Her brain wasn't functioning right without a decent cup of coffee. Charlie didn't have the type she liked, so she decided to just go without that morning. Big mistake, so it seemed.

Just when contemplating skipping first period altogether and taking a trip to the Cafe, a white Jeep Rubicon and red Mercedes convertible rolled into the lot. Just like the Cullens themselves, their costly new vehicles stuck out like a zebra in a crowd of wildebeests. Emmett Cullen, who stood in the back of the jeep like he could care less about safety laws, made eye contact with Cyan. To anyone else watching, it seemed docile but she easily read the curious and somewhat accusing story his gaze told.

Edward had mentioned her, no doubt about it.

She straighten, holding her head high as she prepared to walk their way. "All right, you know what? Just friggin' wing it." Pushing her body of the pickup, she paused when seeing only Prom King & Queen and the Opposites exit the cars. The loner brother was MIA. An offended scoff escaped her. From that simple absence alone, it spoke volumes how he felt towards her. The newcomer might as well been considered the plague from such treatment.

Silently fuming with crossed arms and a shake of her raven-haired head, something hit her on the shoulder followed by a shout of her name. She turned to face the friendly group who welcomed her with open arms unlike He Who Must Not Be Named. Tyler, the thrower of a red Twizzler, gave her a questioning expression; a silent invitation to join them.

The boiling anger subsided. The newcomer decided then to take Trope Loner's disappearance as a blessing. Not having to deal with making nice—actually, she planned on reverting back to her original idea now—with the boy until the next day. For the moment, she could spend the day without heated glares being directed at her.

She knelt down and picked up the ruined candy, giving a disapproving expression at Crowley.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to waste food, young man?" Cy scolded, her tone playful. The others laughed as she advanced on him and smacked his arm with it, nagging like a mother on a 1950s tv show.

While doing so, she failed to notice Alice and Jasper studying her briefly.

The day after that, Edward was still a no show. More days passed and it suddenly been a week since their horrid first encounter. Gradually, Cyan's desire for answers faded as it became likely that he might never show again.

"One less thing to worry about now." she thought, relieved.

When in actuality..Cullen would be the unanticipated catalyst for everything to occur in the following weeks.

The hardest feat she'd ever done in life was accomplished—surviving the first week. Other than the Cullens, no issues came from the rest of her classmates. Sure, she noticed a few dirty looks thrown her way which was nothing new. She just hoped the hate didn't escalate into something physical. It was also such an exhausting ordeal to keep up the laid-back, contented persona; never sharing her genuine bad emotions at all. But it was necessary she constantly reminded herself.

"Or at least until I can talk to Becca." That girl seemed to be too busy to answer her calls or texts..or lost her phone. She'd done it multiple times before. Hopefully, everything was okay with her close friend. Exiting the house after eating a small breakfast, Warren found her uncle stepping out of her Chevy, Martha. Yes, she named her truck. Doing so was said to bring good luck and she figured she needed all the luck she could get.

The older man gave a warm smile upon seeing her. The two were adjusting well, gradually becoming more relax with living together. They weren't to the point of having complete 'heart-to-hearts' though. Again, the young woman wasn't quite ready to share everything just yet.

"Morning!" she happily greeted Swan while heading down the front steps. Before he could return the greeting, a loud shriek filled the quiet morning air then. Her feet slipped out from under her and sent her body crashing to the wet pavement.

Charlie hurried over to help her. "You all right?"

"I'm good, just glad I decided to wear jeans today." was her pained reply; a dull throbbing already setting into her lower back and butt. What a great way to start a Monday. "I forgot how much of wicked bitch ice is."

"That's why I had some new tires put on the truck. Old ones were getting pretty bald." the older man informed with a chuckle at her statement. He then turned somber. "Well, probably be late for dinner. I gotta head down to Mason County. Security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal."

"An animal?" the young woman repeated; the ache momentarily forgotten.

"You're not in Boston anymore, Cy." reminded her uncle, "Anyway, I figured I'd lend a hand."

"Well..just be careful." Warren told, deeply concerned. The thought of losing him made it hard for her to breathe suddenly. He was one of three people she truly cared more about in the cruel world; the first, her father and the second being Becca. She couldn't afford going through that gut-wrenching pain once more. She'd go utterly insane and there would be no saving her afterwards.

"Always am." the Chief of Police smirked before getting into his police car. Cyan watched him drive away, sending a silent pray for his safe return and nothing dangerous to come about again.

Unfortunately, the Fates had already tipped over the twisted domino piece to an intricate maze of similar bizarre events and hidden truths..

"Prom Committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway," Eric told the newcomer later that day as they entered Bio class. "And they need someone to help choose the music. So I'm asking for your recommendation since your taste is amazing."

She laughed at the flattery, hanging her damp Parka on the coat rack by the door. After a week being in Forks, the sky decided to turn a stormy grey and pour buckets of rain now. It almost seemed kinda foreboding..but Cyan didn't pay the notion any mind. Forks was known for frequent rainy days after all. Yorkie's gaze took in her outfit which she ignored. Since her arrival, she opted for more 'regular' clothing.

Minus her comfy coat, she choose a beige t-shirt quoting Harry Potter; 'I Solemnly Swear I Am Up to No Good' it read. A navy blue knitted scarf to protect her face from the biting cold wind. Denim skinny jeans and scuffed tawny colored boots finished the look; hair and makeup staying the same as usual. There was nothing truly beguiling about what she wore, but he somehow found it to be much to her annoyance.

"Sure, Eric." the young woman agreed to his request. "I'll slap something together that will be perfect for Prom night."

He grinned widely, "And, hey, since we're on the topic," 'Oh, jeez. Here it comes,' she sighed, waiting for the question since the start. The boys were still fawning over her strong as ever; each dropping not-so subtle hints about the social event a month or so away. "I was wondering did you have a date to—"

"What's up, Boston?" Mike appeared at their side then, halting the conversation. The young woman mentally thanked him for cock-blocking. He wagged his wet ball cap over her head, sprinkling cold water on her. "How you liking the rain, girl?"

"As much as any person can." she answered blankly, leaving the irritation in her tone.

"Well, better get used to it, girly." Newton threw her a 'lady-killer' smile. Cy strongly resisted the urge to cringe..or barf. Though if Jessica had been there, that smitten girl would have turned into a puddle of swooning goo.

Eric was also equally unamused. "Yeah, Mike, hey, you're real cute, man."

"Oh, I know." the other boy replied, nonchalant. Not wanting to be in the middle of that or continue Eric's conversation, Warren excused herself and headed towards her usually empty lab station. Her steps halted halfway there.

The buzzing had returned.

Edward 'Trope Loner' Cullen sat in his assigned sit by the window after being a no-show. His mood seemed a tad mellower, even though his posture remain tense. Still, the sight of him again was not welcomed. It made her anger rekindle from being like a dying flame.

Cyan scowled deeply. "Round two, ladies and gentlemen." Head held higher, she scrolled over and sat down without a word or glance; already expecting nothing from him.

But once again, the mysterious guy was a bundle of surprises.

"Hello." She startled. It was the second time hearing his voice. Now that it was calmer and without an edge, it was shockingly soothing and..alluring. He could read the entire English dictionary and she'd find herself hanging onto every word. Luckily, her strong self-control kept her center, not letting her forget the warnings his family gave her. She wasn't about to naively fall into his whatever hypnotic web he'd spun to turn some the girls there weak in the knees.

She slowly met his gaze, on guard.

"I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last time." he continued in that satiny tone of his, "I'm Edward Cullen." Skeptical browns blinked before glancing about the room and then returning back to him.

The newcomer pointed to herself. "You're talking to me?"

A crooked smile formed on Edward's handsome face. Shit, even his smile was gorgeous. "You're Cyan, right?"

"..I am she." she answered warily, narrowing her eyes with suspicion. Before any more words could be exchanged, Mr. Molina informed the class of the day's assignment.

The lesson was about onion root tips—another lesson she'd done back home—and label their phases. A prize would also go to the group with the most correct answers..which was just a stupid onion spray-painted gold. That news definitely boosted her classmate's morale to work hard. Since participation points were necessary for the grade, Cyan had no choice but to interact with him more. At least she knew the subject well. That way the work could be finished faster and she could ignore the other boy completely.

The heavy microscope was pushed in her direction, causing an awfully scrapping sound. The urge to punch him was strong after violating her sensitive ears with that dreadfully noise. Lucky for him, she resisted.

"Ladies first." Cullen insisted; his demeanor cool as a cucumber.

"Wow, chivalry isn't dead after all." Warren deadpanned before peering into the scope. "So, you were gone for awhile. I thought I was gonna be stuck without a partner for the rest of the year." Not that I wouldn't have mind, she added.

"Yeah.." He suddenly turned anxious. "I was out of town for a couple of days. Personal reasons."

"A week to be exact." she noted coolly, shrugging one shoulder. "But who's counting?..Prophase." He asked to check himself. She gave a 'be my guest' sorta gesture in response. Pulling the microscope to him, his golden eyes quickly observed.

"His eyes were not that color before." a curious voice whispered. It was right. Those haunting abyss-like orbs had plagued her that whole first day. How utterly volatile they read. Now, a lukewarm honey color replaced them that obviously couldn't be natural. An uneasy chill washed over her. There was indeed something peculiar about Cullen for sure, waking the itching wonder inside her.

"..It's prophase."

She smirked. "Like I said." The action felt forced. She wasn't surprise if it looked that way too. A lapse of silence passed as they quietly wrote on their worksheets.

"So you enjoying the rain?" Edward asked suddenly with a smirk of his own. His posture was very relaxed again. Cyan stopped writing and gave an incredulous expression. "What?"

"You're seriously asking me about the weather?" Cyan inquired disbelieving; a hint of ire in her voice. "As if you didn't avoid me like the damn plague before!?"

"Yeah, I.." He paused for a moment, confused. "I guess I am." Dark browns stared, not know what game he was playing at by suddenly being overly nice. But she decided to keep playing as her curiosity once more got the better of her.

"As I told Mike awhile ago, I enjoy it as much as any person. But to be honest, I don't care for it all. Plus, me and water just don't mix. In fact, today I—" Her mouth snapped shut. The newcomer realized she was rambling. An embarrassed blush colored her cheeks, averting her gaze. "Ah..you get the point." A chuckle escaped him as he placed the next slide on the plate. "What?"

"Nothing." Cullen brushed off, laughing again. His laugh was cute; very boyish. "It's anaphase."

A wicked idea filled Warren's head then. "You mind if I check?" she smiled slyly. He accepted, seemingly unaware.

Good.

Instead of moving the microscope back, she leaned over. Her body was close enough without them touching but enough to smell her. Out the corner of her eyes, she saw his body stiffen.

"Relax," she reassured, unable to keep the grin off her face. "This lowly peasant has stopped wearing her vanilla perfume for your benefit, sire."

A puzzled look marred his handsome features. "Your perfume?"

"Yeah, the one I wore the first day we met that had you looking ready to hurl or something." The perplexed expression stayed for a few seconds before fading into a secretive smile. Dark eyes narrowed. She didn't like that.

"Right..thank you for being thoughtful of me."

"You're welcome, my liege."

He grew serious. "Why do you keep addressing me with titles?"

"Don't know. Guess you just kinda give off a kingly attitude." Warren responded simply; finally checking the slide. "Yep, anaphase."

"Like I said." the young man smiled, using her earlier line. "And I don't think of myself as above people."

"Could have fooled me."

"If you hate the cold and the rain so much," Cullen inquired after another moment of silence. "Why'd you move to the wettest place in the continental US?"

"Personal reasons." Cyan's tone defensive as she repeated his own answer. "It's complicated."

"I'm sure I can keep up." Dark browns met honey ones. A wan smile was given; a pure sadness in her gaze as well.

"I highly doubt that, Edward..but thanks anyway." He was taken back but nodded understandingly.

"It's metaphase." he mentioned of the new slide then, "You want to check it?"

"Nah..I believe ya'." the young woman denied softly. She rested her chin on her hand and quietly observed him.

They shockingly held a normal conversation. He didn't fawn over or go extremely out of his way to please her which was greatly welcomed. Sure, their first meeting had been rocky, but it was different from the rest.

And Warren felt oddly comfortable talking to him too; nothing like with Jacob though. She didn't feel the need to pretend either. Which was probably due to their rough start. But did that make the two suddenly friends? Hell no. She still didn't trust the peculiar kid. He gave off too many weird vibes for her liking..

So, acquaintances would do just fine instead.

"I can't believe you're keeping that ugly thing." Mike eyed the Golden Onion with dislike. He, Jessica, and Cyan were walking among the horde of students heading towards the parking lot to leave.

The raven-haired girl shrugged. "Hey, I won it fair and square, so why not?" Well, she and Edward did. And he'd been kind enough to let her take claim of the promised award..by bolting yet again once class ended.

While Mike laughed a little too hard at her non-funny response, she lagged behind some and took the stone steps down slowly. Gym was hell on earth as usual for her; having to run laps as part of the annual fitness test that week. It was extra tortuous since her body still ached from her fall. Running increased it from dull to full-on throbbing again. She couldn't handle pain well. Hell, banging her knee against something usually had her on the floor crying for a good three minutes. Once at the bottom and even more exhausted, she decided against staying after to socialize.

"Sorry guys, I'm gonna head home." said Warren with a wince, holding her side as she felt a cramp coming along. "Gym kicked my ass harder than I thought."

Newton, being the over-helpful kid he portrayed, offered to assist her to her truck but kindly waved him off. She also selectively ignored the relieved expression that passed over lovestruck Jessica's face. They exchanged farewells before she limped the seemingly long distance towards her truck. Cyan was a bit out of breath once there, cursing her earlier self for choosing to park on the other side of the damn lot.

Taking a moment to breath while searching for her keys, that piercing stare which was becoming far too familiar caused her spine to tingle. Dark browns glanced over her shoulder. Sure enough, there he was. Being kinda a creep from across the lot and watching her while standing with his unsuspecting family. Man, was that stare of his intense. The young woman had to resist the urge to shutter every time.

"Jeez..this kid just has all the makings of a future Ted Bundy, doesn't he?" she thought, mentally grimacing. On the outside, she gave him a cheesy grin and raised the Golden Onion to show they won. His smoldering expression smoothly shifted to a slight smirk. "Hmm, maybe he just has RBF like me.."

Suddenly, a loud car horn blared through the air. The newcomer spun around in surprise just as Tyler's van swerved in her direction. Dropping her things, she attempted to run out of the way. But the sudden, harsh movement on her already aching body caused a terrible pain shoot up her right leg before giving out completely. A pained and scared cry escaped her lips as her body went crashing to the pavement then; her hands and knees now scrapped badly. She snapped her head up and saw the van's side sliding towards her, fast.

It was now only moments before she became crushed to death; her mind running a mile a minute.

"Should I try and stop it?..No, I'm too weak to do that." she thought wildly, "Shit..so this is how I die, huh?"

A sudden wave of calm washed over her. This was what she originally wanted—her death. She secretly wished for it every day since her father's own. Only she'd been too chicken to ever fully commit the act herself. It was an easier out to the foretold destiny that forever loomed over her head. When Evan was around, she was able to handle the dark thoughts and worries it created. With his help, Cyan saw a chance to a normal future. But now the dream was nothing more than a hollow shell she was stupidly and desperately trying to hold onto.

Accepting her death, her eyes closed and pictured her deceased father; the funny and offbeat man who always supported any decision she made with earnest. He was also the one who told her the quirk about fate—

"Fate's like a card cheat, honey. There's always an ace up one of its' sleeves."

And how right he had been in that one millisecond of closing herself off to the world. There was a thud and what sounded like metal being bent before the air was utterly silent. No longer playing that godawful 'screeching tire symphony'. 'Was she dead?,' came her first bewildered question. The next happening as the young woman's dark eyes snapped open to shockingly find Edward crouched beside her.

"How in the hell did he get here?" she thought; gaze trailing up his outstretch arm to where his pale hand rested in a massive dent that was formally Tyler's car door. "And what the hell is that about?!"

Golden eyes slowly met darker ones.

Usually, Warren would have been rambling off questions, but her brain became frazzled. It couldn't quite comprehend what happened at that moment and sure as hell couldn't voice anything yet. So she was stuck staring into the strange young man's hypnotic gaze. He quietly searched her face with subtle concern, silently asking her well being. Maybe it was the small bit of compassionate he'd shown or the stupor that kept her temporarily hostage..but her next actions surprised the two greatly.

Her hand raised up towards Edward; fingertips resting slightly against his cold jaw line. "Are..are you okay?" Honey orbs had widen from her soft touch before becoming half-hooded at the unexpected words. His mouth parted as if to reply then. Cyan waited on bated breath, strangely eager for his words. But something startled him. A fearful expression took over his handsome face and in a blink of an eye..he was gone.

Time and sound returned to the dazed newcomer. Familiar voices were screaming her name. Soon, her friends came rushing over to see if she and Tyler were all right. It all suddenly felt surreal. For a second, she wondered if she had imaged the auburn-haired boy. But the obvious damage done told otherwise.

From the large dent on the side of her truck bed to the massive one on Tyler's door..caused by the outstretched palm of Edward's hand.

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