Bella's POV
Cheerful talking is heard, along with the sound of eager footsteps of kids that can't wait to leave school, since the last bell rang minutes ago. Lockers open and shut, echoing in the hall as kids pass me by.
All those sounds seem louder as I stand in front of my locker trying to open it. "Try" is the keyword here since I keep messing up on the combination. Which is irritating and should not be a problem since I have memorized the three sets of numbers, and yet, I still can't seem to put them in the correct order today. I sigh, wishing Angelina was here instead of homesick because she would help me.
In a hurry to open my locker, get my stuff and meet up with Edward to spend time outside of school with him. I turn the lock and try the combination again. Once more, I pulled the lock hoping it will open this time. I sigh when it doesn't.
"Ready to leave?" A velvet voice calls from behind me.
I spin around and there he is.
There's Edward, my boyfriend. Taking in his boyish looks and vampire perfection, my heart flutters. I still can't understand how somebody so handsome can be real.
"Edward, I just… um... I…" I stutter, not sure what else to say.
He smiles at me and my heart pounds in my chest as my mind turns to mush. I can no longer remember what I was doing or even what to say. I don't know why I'm so spazzy around him. I wasn't like this during our morning classes, gym or even at lunch with him and his siblings. But after being separated for a little while from him, I seem to have forgotten how to speak.
That's just great.
I can't understand why I'm like this since it wasn't that long ago that we were passing notes to each other in science class, which was during the 5th hour of school. Then the last hour we were in separate classes and now my mind is having trouble thinking clearly around him. I hate this. Will I ever get better at not making a fool of myself around him?
"Bella, are you okay? You're not going to faint like you did this morning, are you?" He winks at me.
'Aww.' I think to myself. My knees go weak, and I lean against my locker for support.
How come everything he does, from winking, to teasing, and everything in between has to be so adorable? Him being adorable all the time is a big reason why I have trouble thinking clearly when we're together.
"No, of course! I'm not going to faint." My voice shakes even though I didn't mean it too. I wish he would just drop it. Forget about that little detail and never bring it up again.
"That's good." He answers with a musical laugh.
"Wonderful." A rough, sarcastic voice breaks through our conversation.
Edward and I both turned to see a very unhappy boy standing beside us. He's clearly older than I am. He's also a little taller, and his shoulders are broader than Edwards. He has black hair with green highlights that's cut into a weird Mohawk, which makes him oddly resemble a turtle. He also has a murderous glare that could kill. Edward immediately reaches for my hand, our fingers interlace.
"Can both of you move?" The boy asks in a rude tone. "I need to open my locker." He points to the one I'm standing in front of.
"Your locker?" I say, feeling my face heat up.
"Yes, little girl, it's my locker." The boy rolls his eyes. "Now step aside, children."
Now I understand why I couldn't open my locker. That's because it was mine. I had the right combination but the wrong locker. Ugh. I feel so stupid.
"We didn't mean to block your way," Edward says to the boy. He gently pulls me to him, now our sides touch. "We had no idea that this locker belongs to you, sir."
His tone is so polite and so is his smile, but there is something about the way he shows his teeth that has the boy looking like he wants to curl up into a ball and cowered in fear. The scared boy doesn't utter another word as Edward and I walk over to my locker, that is three spaces away from where I had been.
Trying to clear my head, I step back and take a good long look at the numbers painted on the top of the locker before I even attempt to open it. I don't want to make another mistake.
"Why do you look scared?" Edward wonders.
"I don't want another confrontation with someone else." I explain to him.
"Aha. Understandable, but you don't have anything to worry about. He's just a harmless senior and I'm here to protect you." He reassures me.
I looked up at him, his golden eyes twinkle under the fluorescent lights. He's so handsome.
Suddenly he lends down. His lips are inches away from the side of my face, I don't move.
"I'll never let anything happen to you." He whispers in my ear. His cool breath hits the side of my neck and sends shivers down my spine.
"It's nice to know,'' I reply.
"It's true. I feel very protective over you."
Another round of his cold, sweet breath hits my neck. I feel his lips brush against my jaw, just under my ear.
He kissed me! Not on the lips, but it's still a kiss!
Mesmerized by his lips on my skin I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. As he repeats the action once more. The sensation of wetness between my legs is ever present as I imagine kissing his perfect lips.
He pulls back looking every bit as hypnotized I feel. The look in his eyes is just like how he looked yesterday at the store. In some sort of trance as he takes in a deep breath. I wonder why that is. What could make him look that way?
Suddenly he stands up straight. His free hand rapidly moves to the front of his pants as he quickly adjusts the bulge in his pants. No one around us notices us, but I do. Which makes more butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I think about what part of his body he just touched.
"So," Edward begins slowly.
"So." I echo his words.
"Why don't you tell me your combination and I'll open it for you?" He suggests with a teasing grin. "I mean, since you're so hesitant."
"I'm not hesitant." I protest, even though he's right.
He shrugs his shoulders. "Then open it so we can leave."
I don't respond, other than biting my lower lip, I don't move. I'd rather just wait till everyone leaves to open my locker. I know that's ridiculous, and I should be braver, but this incident with that rude boy has me thinking of another similar occurrence. Which took place back in 7th grade. Only difference is with the rude boy today, he didn't see me fiddling with his lock and trying to open it. Back in 7th Grade a snobby older girl did, and she called me a bitch. She also threatened to beat me up if she ever caught me trying to steal her stuff again. She didn't even want to accept my apology for mixing up my locker with hers. She just yelled at me in front of a lot of kids. It was terrible and totally humiliating.
Situations like that always have a way of happening to me.
"Are you waiting for an invitation from the books?" Edward teases, pointing at my locker.
I shake my head no.
"Bella," He says my name like a prayer. "It's not fair for you to lie to me when I trust you with all of my secrets."
"Fine." The word slips through my lips.
Nodding my head in agreement, I tell him my locker combination. He lets go of my hand and opens it quicker than I would be able to do. Being a gentleman, he grabs my books and shuts my locker, tucking my books under his arm.
The sweet way he holds my books reminds me of guys in teenage movies from the 1950's, that I like to watch. In those movies that I've seen many times, the guys do little things like this, for their sweethearts. It may be out of date, but I find it cute and carry.
Without a word, he puts his free arm around me. I'm bursting with joy and happiness as we walked down the school hallway.
Stepping out of the main building and into the fresh afternoon air, my stomach growls loudly. I blush as it does it again.
"I take it that you're hungry." Edward chuckles.
"Maybe." I feel my face heat up some more. At this point I'm sure I look like a bright red tomato.
"Would you like to go get something to eat?" He asks as we walk away from our school. "My treat."
His offer is sweet. Though I don't know. He already bought me lunch today, shouldn't it be my turn to pay?
"Well, what do you say to grabbing a bite to eat?" He asks since I didn't respond.
"I don't know." I mumble as we cross the street.
"Don't be shy." He squeezes my hand.
"I'm not." I say a bit stubbornly.
"I could buy you an ice cream or anything you wish." He offers. "Just let me know what you want most and your wish will be my command."
"A kiss." I blurt out.
I stop walking and so does he.
Immediately I look down at the ground. I begin wishing I could take back my words or disappear. Both of which sound so good as my face feels as warm as a freshly baked Tamale. But both of my wishes are impossible, I know.
"A kiss?" Edward sounds surprised.
"I…um…I meant a Hershey's Chocolate kiss. I like those." I lie, my voice sounding small as I look at him.
I feel embarrassed about what I said. Obviously, I didn't think about what I was saying regarding a kiss since my words came out in a rush.
He raises an eyebrow. Clearly not believing my crystal-clear lie.
"I'm sorry," I apologize, hoping things won't be awkward for us.
He probably doesn't want to kiss me. Maybe vampires can't kiss or something since he hasn't done so yet. Hopefully I didn't make him uncomfortable. Because I'm so awkward and I said the first thing that popped in my brain. That was very stupid. I hope he will forgive me.
A smile spreads across his face, making me feel like everything will be okay.
"No need for apologies, baby doll." He says in that teasing way of his.
Despite being awkward and shy after accidentally revealing one of my fantasies to him. I smile.
He first called me a baby doll in science class today. It was in the form of a note when I asked him something about his true age. I think it's a way for him to poke fun that he's older than me. Which is kind of silly and childish of him. But I like the nickname anyway.
"You're not upset about what I said?" I want to know.
"No. Of course not." He says in a smooth tone.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
A playful smirk plays on his lips. "That makes me the opposite of upset, you know." He closes the distance between us and wraps me in a hug.
With my arms wrapped around him I bury my face in his chest. He smells so good.
"To be honest," His voice randomly gets high. "I've been thinking about kissing you too."
"Really?" I squeak in excitement.
"Yes," He kisses my forehead. "But I'd rather not have our first kiss in the middle of a sidewalk. If you don't mind."
"Oh." Is all I say.
I forgot that we were out in the open, standing in the middle of a sidewalk. Probably not the best place for a first kiss.
He kisses my forehead once more. His lips are so gentle and sweet. My breath gets caught in my throat. My head feels dizzy, and I want to feel his lips on mine so badly it hurts. But he's right, it's not the right place.
My stomach rumbles, ruining the moment. He pulls back from our hug and grabs my hand. We start walking.
"Let's go get you some food." He insists.
"All right." I reply.
"Where are we going?" He wonders, looking slightly confused.
"Ice cream sounds like a nice treat." I suggest.
"You got it."
Hand in hand we walk into town. All the while I'm hoping he will kiss me on the lips at some point today. I mean, it's a possibility, since I know he wants it too.
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Bella is getting impatient for Edward to kiss her. No surprise there. ;) Just curious, who else is waiting for them to kiss?