BELLA

The rest of the day passed in a boring blur. Thankfully, I didn't have another run in Jessica. I knew I shouldn't let her get to me. She was hust jealous that I had the thing that she wanted. However, the girl scared me shitless. I knew she wopuld go to great lengths to get what she wanted. I wouldn't find out how far she'd go until a month or so later.

I was at home making my father, Charlie's, dinner. I didn't have to do it but after my mom died when I was ten, I took up the job of taking care of him. I learned to cook and clean so he wouldn't have to. I knew how hard he worked at the police station everyday. He didn't need the added stress of coming home to a dirty house and no dinner. It was the least I could do for him.

I felt guilty tonight, though. Due to my date with Edward, I had to to rush to get everything down. Dinner consisted of spaghetti and a quickly made salad. Plus, I was only able to do half the cleaning I normally did.

I was just finishing up when Charlie walked through the door. I heard him hang up his belt and head to the kitchen.

"Hey Bells." he said when he reached the doorway. "It smells great in here."

"Thanks." I replied with a smile. "It isn't much but I don't have a whole lot of time. Edward will be here in an hour and a half and I haven't even started getting ready yet."

"I forgot that you guys we're going out tonight." he said. I could her the disapproving tone in his voice. He had never liked Edward. He said he had a feeling the boy was going to hurt me. I didn't understand why. It's not like the guy treated me badly or anything. I would later regret not listening to Charlie's feeling. "Well, you go get ready. I think I can handle serving myself. And I can take care of the dishes as well."

"Thanks, dad." I replied and ran up the stairs.

Normally, I would've taken a nice soothing, hour long bath. Tonight, however, I was in a hurry and Edward hated it when I was late. It was one of those flaws that I had learned to live with. It seemed really ungrateful to complain about the little things when he did so much for me.

I was in and out within fifteen minutes. It took me another half hour to decde what I was going to wear. II had to be careful not to show off too much of myself. That would set off Edward's jealousy. Finally, I decided on a pair of tight light blue jeans with a navy blue top. The top was semi-low cut, only showing off less than an inch of cleavage. It was longsleeved and tight but not enough to emphasize my breasts. I study myself for ten minutes before I decided on a pair of black converse to complete the ensemble (A/N: I have terrible fashion sense. Please, don't yell at me.)

I wanted to straightened my hair but didn't have too much time. Instead, I put some moose in it and scrunched it up to enhance my natural curls. I put a vary light layer of make up on. Edward often told me I wore too much. He said he wanted to see my beautiful face, not something that was painted on. Sometimes, though, I had a feeling that he just didn't want other men to see me with make up on.

Surprisingly, I had finished with about ten minutes to spare. I grabbed my purse, that I only carried for special ocassion and shoved my wallet, cell phone, and some extra cash (just in case) in it. I then headed downstairs to wait for Edward.

Charlie was in the living room watching the football game on the flat screen. I was surprised that he had finished dinner and the clean up already. When I made it down the step, Charlie looked me up and down confusion written on his face.

"You're wearing that on a date?" he questioned.

"Yeah." I replied confused. Most fathers would kill to have their daughters go on a date dressed this conservatively. "Is there a problem?"

"No, you do look nice." he replied. "It's just most girls your age, like to show themselves off for their men."

"Edward, doesn't like it when I show myself off." I replied. "He says there's no need for me to be uncomfortable around him. Besides, isn't every father's dream to have a daughter that doesn't show herself off?"

"True, but Bells, you shouldn't be this covered up. You're going out with a boy who should like to see your body. Yet, he tells you not to. That doesn't sound like a healthy relationship sweetie."

"Dad, do you have to fight about this?" I complained. "Edward, will be here in five minutes. And I know you don't like him but could you just except that he's what I want. Just let the other stuff go and stop trying to convince me to stop dating him. Please."

"Okay, Bells, I'm sorry." he replied sadly. "It's just I worry about you, sometimes. It's my right as I father and I can't help that I don't like him. I just feel like he's going to hurt you."

"Dad, he loves me and I love him." I replied trying to stop being angry. "He's not going to hurt me. I promise, so stop worrying."

"You're my baby girl." he replied. "That's not possible." I smiled at that. He was really a great dad. He really did deserve more credit than I gave him. "Do you know how late you'll be?" he asked.

"Well, were driving to Port Angeles for dinner and movie. So it probably won't be until close to one o'clock. Is that alright?" I answered. I figured it would be best if I asked for the extended curfew instead of assuming it would be alright.

"I don't know if I like you being so far away so late at night." he replied.

"Dad, please." I gave him my sad puppy dog face and he smiled.

"Nearly twelve years later, I still can't resist that face." he sighed. "Fine, but have your cell and call me if anything happens. I'll be there."

"Thanks, dad." I kissed him on the cheek as I heard a car horn blow.

"Can't he come in and get you?"

"You know he always does, we're just short on time tonight. I love you, dad and I'll see you when I get home."

I rushed out the door before Charlie could get another word in. There was my prince waiting for me on his white horse (A.K.A. his shiny and very fast silver Volvo). When I reached the car, I opened the passenger side and slid in. I was greeted with a long hard kiss. This one felt different from any of the others. It sort of felt like an apology.

"Hello love." he breathed once he broke the kiss.

"Good evening my prince." I said with my best imitation of a princess. It was difficult to pull off to do the lose of air.

"And so how was your evening?" he asked before I could recover from the kiss.

"Same as always." I replied. I really didn't want to get in a conversation about Charlie. He was a topic that always made Edward angry. I didn't want this night ruined with a fight about my father. "So what's the plan for tonight?"

"Well, I've made reservation at Olive Garden (A/N: Not sure if there's one in Port Angeles but use your imagination.) then I got online and bought us tickets for the nine o'clock of He's Just Not That Into You. (A/N: Unfortunately, I have yet to see this movie. I want to so bad though.) I remember you mentioning that you wanted to see it." He answered.

I smiled at him. He really was a great guy. Olive Garden was my favorite Italian resturaunt. He took me there every time we went to Port Angeles. Plus, I had mentioned that I wanted to see that particuliar movie but it was to Alice. I didn't even think Edward was listening to the conversation. He returned my smile then interlaced his fingers with mine.

We talked about school for the rest of the ride. I did some Jessica bashing as well. I noticed that Edward fell oddly silent at that point. He didn't say a word my entire rant. And I swore I saw his lip curl upm in anger for about half a second. It was gone, though, before I had a chance to ask him about.

I quickly turned the subject to his family. Thankfully, it was enough to get rid of the stony silence from him. We talked about his dad and Alice's mom. Ironically, he loved Mrs. Masen (A/N: Brandon before marriage.) like a mother. I was confused by that. How could he love Alice's mother but dislike Alice the way he did? Alice was the same way with Mr. Masen. I guess no matter how much I tried, I'd never figure it out.

Dinner was great. I wasn't a big eater and simply ordered my usual; chicken parmesean with a side of spaghetti and a diet coke. Edward got the chicken alfredo with a diet coke as well. Our conversation moved from family on to other things. I honestly, couldn't remember much of the things said when I was with him.

I was way too overwhelmed with how beautiful he was and how much I loved him. I could see how much he loved me in his eyes. I just wished he would've said it more. However, whenever I said it to him. He mumble something like "Ditto. (A/N: A special preview of my next chappie for anyone who can catch that movie reference.)" or "Me too." Once again, I kept my mouth shut about it though. I figured it had something to do with his security issues.

We made it to the movie with about five minutes to spare. Thankfully, the movie had been had been out for a couple weeks and it wasn't that crowded. As the movie began, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I laid my head on his shoulders. I loved seeing movies with him. It was the perfect time for me to just revel in my love for him. Our movie times were the times when I felt closest to him. I didn't know what it was about the scene that made it so much better for me than most couples. Maybe, it was because Edward didn't insist upon making out. Thank God, because he paid twenty dollars for both of us. I didn't want it to be wasted. The movie ended around eleven o'clock. We walked out to the parking lot and got in the car.

"Are you ready for me to take you home?" he asked. He was sweet enough to ask after every date. If there was something else that I decided I wanted to do, like getting ice cream or a late night snack, he would take me.

"Well," I said coyly. "I don't have to be home for another two hours." I moved closer to him and pressed my lips to his.

No, I wasn't trying to seduce. I knew making out was something he really enjoyed and it was the best way I could thak him for thye wonderful evening. He slid his tongue into my mouth and wrapped his arms around me.

I somehow managed to manuever myself around the gear shift without breaking our kiss. I ended up straddling him as we continued to kiss passionately. This kiss felt more normal than the one he gave me earlier. This was sweet but full of a passion that I felt with him many times. I allowed him to snake his hand up my shirt and cup my breast in his hand. I moaned as he continued to kiss and fondle me.

Less than a minute later, I felt his boner poking close to my vaginal area. At the same time he started tugging at my shirt. Great, he just had to ruin things, again. Most of our dates ended the same way. We'd make out but he'd let his hormones get the best of him.

"Edward, stop!" I said exasperated.

I pulled my fingers out of his hair and extracted myself from him. He looked disappointed and a little angry as I settle into my seat.

"Why do you always have to ruin it?" I asked trying to keep myself calm. "I keep telling you that I'll let you know when I'm ready, okay?"

He sighed and grabbed at his hair in frustration.

"I know and I'm sorry." he said. I could tell that he too was trying to keep his calm. "But you have no idea what you do to me. The feel of your skin against my. The taste of your beautiful lips and the tenderness of your breasts. It all feels amazing but I need more. I'm going crazy here, not being able to do more with you. I want every bit of you that I can have."

"I know." I replied sadly. I hated this conversation. It always made me feel like a shitty girlfriend. I knew, though, that I had to stick with this. I had already given in too much with that blow job. I wasn't going to give him anymore. "But Edward, I'm not ready for that step yet. Yes, I love you. And yes, I trust you. But that's an important part of me that I'm not ready to give to you, yet. Why can't you understand and respect that?"

"I do." He replied and I could see his anger rising again. "But you have to understand and respect that I have needs to. Needs that only you can provide."

"I'm sorry, I can't provide them yet." I stated staring at my hands. I could feel the tears in my eyes.

He was silent for a long moment. I saw him taking deep breaths and starting to calm.

"It's okay." he finally said. "I should be able to control myself better. You're not ready and I need to respect that. I'll just have to focus my attention on something else until you're ready. I'm sorry. I'll try to keep it under control next time." He kissed the top of my head and laced his fingers with mine.

"Thank you. " I replied and kissed him on the cheek. "I love you."

"Me too." He answered. I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. "Do you want me to take you home now?"

"That would probably be best."

He nodded and put the car in gear. The ride back to my place was a silent one. We didn't even turn the radio on. I think we were both too upset about this aspect of our relationship to even think of anything else to say.

When we arrived at my house, he walked me to my door. Our goodbye kiss was short and a little detached. I hated that this issue was making it so hard far us to keep our relationship moving forward. I was worried it was slowly destroying what we had.

He waited until I was inside to head back to his car. I watched him out of the front window. The second he got back into his car, I noticed that he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number before taking off.

I was too emotionally exhausted to care what it was about at that particuliar time. I wished I had paid more attention to it, though. Maybe, then I could've saved myself soem heartache.

After letting Charlie know that I was home, I went to my room, collapsed on my bed, and cried myself to sleep.

A/N: What do you guys think? Okay, I know Edward's character seems all over the place in his attitudes. The thing is, he's slowly changing from great guy to jerk. It isn't something that happens overnight. It is a very slow confusing thing. At least, that's what I've heard from friends who have been in that kind of a relationship. I hope it's coming over okay. Please review. I'm so excited about the response that I've been getting already. I appreciate you guys taking the time to tell me how you feel about the story. Please, keep it up.