I so don't own Twilight, I did own a yummy Tim Horton's muffin. I love pretending that I'm not eating cake for breakfast.

Chapter 7

Bella sat a her usual table in the library, the note from her locker unfolded in front of her. Her elbows were on the table and her head was in her hands. She wasn't crying, she refused to cry, she would wait until she was no longer at school before she let herself cry. She was angry more than she was sad, her bad mood peaking with reading that stupid note.

Bella looked up when she heard someone approaching her table. She was hoping that it was the librarian but her luck was not that good. It was Edward, of course it was Edward. The last person in the world she wanted to deal with today. She waited for him to sit and start the conversation, she wasn't going to say anything to him.

"I wanted to thank you for your help yesterday with Tyler. He is feeling much better and they tweaked his meds a bit so it hopefully won't happen again." Bella stayed still while Edward made his little speech not trusting herself not to go off on him. She nodded at him when he was done and moved to start packing up her stuff.

"Wait, Bella. Why won't you talk to me? I mean I know that things between us are strained and I probably hurt your feelings before but get over it. It was a long time ago. This is about Tyler, not you. That's why you agreed to this right?"

She levelled him with a glare. He had better have been joking. This was the last shit she needed today.

"Anyway, Tyler will be back tomorrow. I need you to keep a close eye on him, to see if there are any after effects from the seizure. Can you do that?"

Bella scrunched her eyes tight and let out a deep breath. She looked at him and nodded again.

"Good. Hey, what are you doing in here anyway? Why aren't you hanging out with your friends?" Edward smiled at her.

Bella had all she could take. She slapped her hands down on the table, hard. She stood up, grabbed her stuff and ran out of the library. If she had to spend another minute with him she would be accountable for her actions. She had never hurt another person before but she would happily ram his head into the table over and over again.

Edward had no idea what was going on with her. He thought about chasing after her but decided against it. Anyway, he had to get back to the Crowley's place.

In her rush to get away from Edward, Bella had forgotten the note. It had fallen to the floor beside the table. Edward bent to pick it up, he thought he'd return it to her tomorrow. As he started to fold the note again curiosity got the better of him and he read it.

LEAVE TYLER ALONE.

HAVEN'T YOU CAUSED HIM ENOUGH TROUBLE?

YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HURT WORSE THAN HIM.

NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE.

The letter was written all in caps. It was hard to say if it was written by a guy or a girl.

Edward was shocked. Who would write that to Bella? And why Bella, she was such a quiet, unassuming little thing. Maybe he had been wrong about her. She was good with Tyler, patient and kind whenever he asked questions. She was very quick and level-headed when he had his seizure.

Edward had assumed that Bella would spend her time mooning over him and not paying attention to Tyler. She hadn't, she had barely given him the time of day. Either she was over her little crush or she was more grown-up than he thought. He tried to remember what she had written in her letter to him, he couldn't recall. He had barely even skimmed it, skipping big chunks of the letter and focusing on her declaration only. Maybe there was more to it than just I love you. He wished he still had it, it might be good to read it, to help figure her out.

He felt really bad about what he had said to her. Telling her to just get over him when some kids at school were bullying her. He realized he hadn't been much better than the person who wrote that note. He hadn't even given her a chance, he had decided the moment he saw that she was the one to help out that she was up to no good. What a vain asshole he had become. All the attention he had gotten in college from pretty girls had gone to his head. A little part of him liked that Bella had fallen for him, it was a good ego boost even if she was just a kid at the time.

He was cocky when he got to school in Seattle, a big man on campus. He had had no trouble getting dates when he wanted them, a few one night stands here and there, girls telling him how handsome he was. He didn't really care. He wasn't a slut by any means but he was never hurting for female companionship. He wasn't looking for 'the one' or even 'the one for now', so why not have a little fun while you can.

But apparently his ego had grown too much and he needed to step back and rethink. He needed to apologize to Bella for assuming and treating her like dirt. Maybe he could find who was picking on her and make them stop. That sounded like a good apology.

Edward drove back to the Crowley's house thinking about Bella and how to help her. He couldn't decide if he should tell her he knows about the bullying or just to stop it without her knowledge. He should probably go to the school and tell them about Bella, but he wasn't sure what they could do. The letter wasn't a direct threat or signed. The handwriting made it hard to figure out who wrote it. Maybe if he asked around some of the kids could give him the information he wanted.

He decided to go to Bella's after work and give her back the note. He didn't want her to worry about it falling into the wrong hands.

AN: Edward gets smacked on the head, sort of. Bella is pissed off and she's not going to take it any more.