A/N: So, I've been inspired to write two chapters again, so here is another update for this story. I hope you enjoy it. It will hopefully let you see into Bella's mind a little more. I also hope that you all like Edward in this chapter. I think he's the perfect guy in this chapter, but that's just my personal opinion.

DISCLAIMER: Not her, I own nothing!

BPOV

I sighed as I realized I couldn't stare at the sky forever. The stars were wonderful and easily made the world go away, but I needed to face reality. I was alone, and I was acting like a fool. I sighed again, this time louder and backed away from the window. I screamed as I came in contact with a body. I felt myself jump a good two feet in the air.

"AHHHHH!" As I came back down I turned slightly to see my attacker. I don't know why this would make me feel better, but I did it anyway. I was shocked to see Edward Cullen standing in my bedroom reaching out to catch me as I fell back down. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and held me upright.

"Bella! I'm sorry… I was… I just…. Well, you see… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to scare you." His eyes were sincere as continued to hold me.

"I… It's okay… I wasn't expecting someone to be in here." I looked down at my shoes, or that's where I would have been looking if Edward hadn't been holding me close to his body.

Edward finally realized that he was holding me to him and released me almost reluctantly. "Well, I saw you crying at lunch and when I went up to you I was going to invite you to our table and you just ran. I tried to follow, but my father stopped me. He said to give you some space. I still had your bag, so I thought maybe you'd like your books. I also brought you your other homework from the classes you missed this afternoon."

I stared at him open-mouthed. I couldn't believe that he would be this considerate for me. "Wow, I mean, thanks… I wasn't really paying attention when I left… oh crap! I'm probably in a lot of trouble with your dad, aren't I?"

Surprisingly, Edward laughed. He had a big smile on his face as his chest and shoulders shook with his lovely laughter. I couldn't help but gawk at him as this beautiful boy stood before me, laughing the most wonderful laugh. I had to stop myself. I knew this way of thinking only led to me wanting a guy who would obviously not want anything to do with me. I mean, I was just a plain girl, designed to blend in. Why would this beautiful man care about me?

"No… Dad knows all about your story. I know I don't have any experience with the matter, but if you ever want to talk… I mean, losing your parents can't be easy on you. I'd lo… like to be here for you." He turned away from me and walked to the window.

"I feel so alone here. Cassie and Sam are great, but I miss my family and friends. I just want to be back with them, but it's not possible." I stopped myself from telling him more. I was going to have to work hard to not let my true story slip. But Edward just seemed to have this power over me that made me want to tell him everything.

"Bella… I know you had to leave your friends back home. And I know that your family died tragically, but if you need someone… I'm here. I know I don't come close to being as good as your family, but I'd like to be here for you. If you can't talk to Cassie, then call me." I looked at him and realized that he looked vulnerable for some strange reason.

"But, I don't…"

He interrupted me quickly. "You don't have to, I just thought…"

"Edward," It was my turn to interrupt him. "Edward, I don't have your phone number, how am I supposed to call you."

I swear I saw him blush, but then again, it was dark and he turned away quickly. He moved to my night stand and scribbled something on a small pad. He brought it to me. "Here's my cell number… if you need anything… I'll be there…"

"Edward, do you think you could stay for a while… I mean, I have a bunch of work to do. Maybe you could help me. I don't think I'm used to the work load here." It was my turn to blush. I don't know why, but I was embarrassed to ask him for his help.

He came closer to me and his voice was like velvet. "Whatever you need…"

I had heard this line before. I heard it from my one and only boyfriend at my old school.

"Bella, I am here for you, you know that, right?" Jason's face was inches from my own. Jason looked so sincere that I could hardly resist.

I nodded and realized that he wasn't backing away from me. He moved his face closer to my own. I had never been kissed before, I was shocked that someone would notice me when my two best friends were so much more beautiful and popular than myself.

He leaned in closer and touched his lips to my own. Before long, we were kissing, our legs wrapped up together on my bed. Mom and Dad were downstairs so I gently pushed him away.

"Bella, do you know what you do to me. You make me so hot…" his voice was deep, husky, and it scared me slightly.

"I think we should stop. My parents are right downstairs, and I know my father would kill you if he caught us making out on my bed." I looked at him as he got a devious glint in his eyes and moved closer to me.

His lips found my skin again. I felt him push me gently onto my back while he positioned himself slightly above me. I turned my head to tell him to stop, but he began sucking on my ear. "Jason, stop… I can't do this…"

"Sure you can… you're just as turned on as I am. Just relax and let me make you feel good."

I reflexively thrust my knee upwards and thankfully came in contact with a certain part of his anatomy. He screamed out in pain and then slapped me across the face. Thankfully, his yelp had been loud enough to alert my parents, and dad came bursting through the door.

I felt Jason being pulled off me as I lay there shaking. I heard my father's yells as he pulled him down the stairs followed by a loud slamming of the door. Heavy footsteps followed until my father reentered my room.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, MARISSA! TO THINK YOU WOULD BEHAVE THIS WAY IN MY HOUSE. I THOUGHT WE RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS. YOU NEVER GAVE US ANY PROBLEMS, AND NOW YOU'RE TRYING TO GET YOURSELF PREGNANT… I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND IT…" My father's yells scared me. I've never been scared in my father's presence, but I was then…

It was my mother who could read my like a book, and she quickly stopped my father's tirade by crossing the room and taking me into her arms. "Shhhhh Marissa… he's gone…. He can't hurt you any more. You're safe…"

I didn't realize I was sobbing until then. I looked up in my father's face to see two emotions. The first was recognition, and the second was anger. He turned abruptly and I screamed after him. When he returned I had calmed down enough to beg him not to kill Jason. I told him I just wanted to forget the whole thing. My father looked like he wanted to argue, but he opted for joining my mother and I on my bed as they held me so I could fall asleep.

Edward was so close to me that I was instantly scared. I don't know why, but I knew that I couldn't trust him. He was just like every other guy. I backed away from him as fast as my clumsy would allow. "I think you should leave, actually. I'll be fine. Just go."

He took a step towards me, his hands starting to reach for me. "I mean it… I'll call Sam up here and he'll remove you physically. Get out, Edward."

He looked shocked and hurt, but he took a step backwards. "Okay, Bella. Just remember, that I'm here if you need a friend or a study partner. You can call my cell tonight if you need help finishing your homework as well."

And with that, Edward Cullen left my bedroom, and I fell to a crumpled heap on the floor.