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Chapter 4 – Waiting

BPOV

The week went by quickly. Edward stayed away from me. In class, he always made sure to seat himself beside someone else, often to that person's chagrin. Not because they hated him or something, but in some way the whole school – except the Cullen's and the Hale's - had ended up on my side. Wherever I went, people smiled at me like they were trying to give me confidence and to show me that they were on my side. After all, they had seen me when he left me. I had the school behind my back to support me. And it felt good.

But, before I knew it, Friday had ended and I lay awake in my bed. It was two in the morning, and I still hadn't fallen to sleep.

How would it be? Tomorrow, I was going to be with him for a whole evening. I hadn't lasted two minutes last time he spoke to me, yet alone several hours. But the worst part was that I was unsure whether I was going to be able to make a stand or not. I knew he could be more charming than prince charming himself when he wanted to, and I had never been able to resist before. I didn't want to give in, I was not to give in. Not after what he did to me. And I was surely not doing anything with him when I had Jake.

I lost myself in thoughts about Jake. His smile, his brown hair that was blown in the wind. The way he moved, the way you could see his muscles move underneath his T-shirt. The way he slowly moved towards me when he kissed me, the way his love showed through his eyes. He wasn't like Edward, whom I could never read or even guess what was on his mind. Jake was a man of actions, and I liked it. He wasn't afraid to show or to say what he thought.

Somewhere in these thoughts I drifted off to sleep. I slept better than I'd expected. Maybe it was because of Jake. Ever since he'd become my boyfriend, I'd slept like a baby. Anothor pro for Jake – with Edward there had been a lot of sleepless nights.

I walked around in my house. I had already cleaned it from floor to ceiling. The homework was long since done. The dinner for Charlie was prepared and I had even had time to do the groceries.

Two hours left.

I better start cleaning myself as well, I thought as I went upstairs and got into the shower. It took longer than expected – all these minor things guys don't have to worry about filled my time just perfectly. Eyebrows, legs, armpits, pores, make up. An neverending list, especially since I wanted to make a good impression.

After dissing almost my whole wardrobe, I finally settled with a red halterneck top and a white denim-skirt. I checked myself in the mirror, added some bracelets and picked out shoes and jacket.

And then I was ready.

Five minutes left.

Four minutes left – I'm walking around in the house, placing the pillows in the sofa right and adjusting the standard lamps.

Three minutes left – I'm sitting down in the sofa, turning on the TV. Zapping, settling with a talk show.

Two minutes left – I'm turning off the TV. Sighing. When will he come?

One minute left – I'm checking my watch, counting down to zero.

Zero minutes left – The door bell rings.

JPOV

What the hell is going to happen? Will he kiss her? Will she forgive him? Please, please, please say no. Oh, dear God. If you exist, please make sure she wont forgive him. I promise you I'll... wait, I don't know. I might go to church, well. Oh, Bella, don't, don't don't. I love you. Remeber how we kissed at first beach? You smiled. You loved me. We have fun together! Love you, love you, love you. He's probably there by now. If he haven't left, that is. What will he do? What if he takes her to some fancy place I'll never be able to compete against. For heaven's sake, he's rich! He can afford the kind of restaurants that actually have stars! I've read about them on the internet. Places were a hot plate can cost up to fifty bucks. Seriously, that's like a fucking car. Well, a second-hand car anyway. Or a six-hand car. My Rabbit cost something like that. And that's a car!

Oh my god. It's seven o'clock. He must be there by now.

EPOV

My family had been very close to throw me out of the house. Not even Esme had had any patience left for me at the end of the day.

I'd walked around, anxious and nervous, the whole day. Frequently asking people about their opinion on different matters, constantly bugging Alice about her visions of the evening. She'd said that she hadn't had any, and that nothing turned up when she "searched" for it except the two of us sitting at the restaurant I'd made reservations at.

And now it was time.

The khakis suited perfectly, and it looked well with my white shirt if I was to trust Alice. And Esme, and Rosalie. And Carlisle, Emmet and Jasper as well. Not that I trusted Emmet's opinion in clothes very much – Rosalie always picked his ones out, but anyway.

Esme assured me once again that I looked perfect, Alice kissed me on the cheek. I prayed to God everything would turn out good. No, not good, perfect. Bella deserved perfection. After all, she was perfect. Sure, she made mistakes, but those mistakes were what made her perfect.

My hands felt awkward against the weel to my Aston Martin Vanquish S. For once I wasn't totally happy with it. What if Bella thought it was too expensive? After all, it had costed almost two hundred thousand dollars, with all the extra stuff they had putted in it.

I was glad Bella didn't know much about cars. Otherwise I was sure she would have refused to ride with me in it.

It was one minute left when the soft enginge stopped on the ascent. Charlie's car wasn't here, and that I was glad for. I didn't know if Bella had told him about me taking her out. I had heard their conversation about me coming back, and Bella had assured her father that she wasn't going to take me back. I just hoped she hadn't made up her mind for good.

Exactly seven o'clock I rang the door-bell. It was time.

BPOV

I was just about to press the handle down when I froze. No, I thought. He was going to wait. So I stood where I was for a few seconds before I opened the door.

And there he was.

I could hear his mouth form the words Bella, but I didn't hear the word. I was way too busy looking at him.

Than I swallowed and looked away, hating myself because my heartbeat had quicken. I knew he could hear it.

He cleared his throat. It didn't sound human – it sounded way too much like an actor in a movie would clear his throat.

Perfection. How I hated it. Hated him.

"Bella, you look... you look absolutely stunning."

He looked unsure of himself, and I liked it. For once he didn't seem his normal perfect self, but actually as one of this earth.

"You too."

The words had slipped out of my mouth before I'd had the chance to stop them. I blushed, and looked away. A smug smile grew on his face.

"Shall we go?" he asked me after a few seconds. I nodded, and then hesitated as he had his arm streched out for me. I finally took it, went out and locked the front door. It was time.

His "special occasion" car was parked on the ascent. I've only seen it a couple of times before.

He opened the door for me and helped me in before he seated himself in the driver's seat and softly turned on the engine. He took a quick glance at me, almost too quick for me to catch.

The car began to move, and before I knew it we were on the highway. It was almost empty, and Edward sped up. I saw the trees fly by so fast outside the window I felt a bit nautious. I could feel Edward look at me, but I ignored him. He sped up even more, like if he wanted to test how fast he could go before I would acknowledge him.

A car in the same direction as ours was behind us before I even had the chance to see which colour it was. I couldn't help but take a look at the speed indicator.

250 miles per hour.

"For heaven's sake slow down, Edward!" I screamed at him, scared half to death. We went as fast as a fucking airplane!

EPOV

I don't know how it started, but I was scared. She didn't even look at me. How was I supposed to dazzle her if she didn't even look at me? So I sped up. Back in the old days, she always told me to slow down as soon as I reached a certain point, usually around 100 miles per hour.

But now she didn't even change her facial expression. Did she hate me so much? I thought to myself.

I pushed her further. We reached 200 miles per hour, but she still didn't say or do anything. I passed a car, and her head turned. But she still didn't say anything, so I pushed the car even more. Thanks, Rosalie, I thought as I reached 250 miles per hour.

Then I finally got her reaction.

"For heaven's sake slow down, Edward!" She screamed at me, with a terrifying expression on her face.

I immediately slowed down. I felt a smug smile spread across my face. Both because I was glad my car had made it and that she had talked to me. But the sudden happiness didn't last long.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Do you want to kill me? You might survive a car accident in 250 miles per hour, but I sure as hell won't."

I turned to her, chocked that she would ever think something like that.

"Look at the road, your madman!"

I faced the road again. Now we was down to 100.

I could hear her heartbeat. She had actually been scared, I thought to myself. Didn't she trust me? Then my heart sank. Of course she didn't, you fool. She would be a fool if she ever trusted you again.

"I'm sorry, Bella."

"For what?" She snapped back at me.

"For everything"

She snorted.

"You really think I'm just going to forgive you, Edward? That all it's going to take is some fancy car and a ride from hell, and I will fall back into your arms? 'Cause it won't, Edward. It won't."

She turned towards the window again.

"Besides, I have Jake now. And he would never leave me."

Those words hurt me more than I would ever admit. And I could feel the jealousy arose in my chest.

That damn dog.

"I love you, Bella. I really do. Please let me prove it to you?"

"Before you left, you proved the opposite to me. Why did you really come back, Edward? Was it because I'm with somebody else now? Was it because even though you don't want me, you don't want one of your enemies to have me, is that it?"

"How could you say such a thing?" I felt that my voice was a little bit louder than it ought to be, so I lowered it before I spoke again. "I came back because I love you. I left you because I love you. I thought that by leaving, I would save your life. That your life wouldn't be at risk just because you had the bad luck to meet a crazy vampire. But you know what? I was wrong. I only thought of the suffering that would cause me. Not that I thought that you would be happy about it, but I thought that once you'd gotten over the pain, you'd find yourself another boyfriend, a human boyfriend. And even though that didn't happen, you did get another boyfriend. So why did I come back? I overestimated myself. The whole time I thought I would be able to live without you, but I couldn't and I can't. Not to see your smile rips my soal apart, not to see you blush burns my heart. I love you, Bella, and I always had. Always."

Slowly, tears fell down her face. But she didn't speak. Nor did I.

We were in Port Townsend, between Port Angeles and Seattle, right at the strait of Admiralty Bay. There was a famous restaurant hear, just at the beach with a beautiful view over the harbour and the lake. Three stars, in Guide Michelin. Best restaurant in the States, according to the Times.

I just hoped she'd like it.

I got out of the car to help her out, but a uniformed man had already taken care of that. I handed him the keys, and even he looked impressed of my car.

After all, it was the crown jewel of Aston Martin.

I escorted her to the doors, and she looked slightly scared. Not to wonder, I thought. I mostly fulfilled not to spend any money on her, but not today. Why would I not spoil her, when money couldn't be less important to me?

"Edward, exactly how expensive is this place?" Her voice sounded small and it trembled.

I bent forward to whisper in her ear.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes, because I saw a pizzeria just down the street, it looked very cosy and cheap."

"But will it taste as good?"

"Well... I don't know since I haven't eaten at either of them."

I laughed. My Bella.

"Listen, why don't we try it here first, and if you aren't entirely satisfied, we'll go to the pizzeria as well afterwards?"

"You sound like a commercial." She stated, and I laughed. A small smile was almost seen on her lips, and I felt happier within a fraction of a second.

The doors was opened for us, and I could see everyone staring at us.

"We are so not properly dressed for this restaurant!" She whispered aloud in my ear.

"So? They won't throw us out, and if I had told you that the dresscode was smoking, you'd had refused to go. Besides, we have a room of our own."

The room was exactly as I'd ordered. And as I'd made sure when I was here earlier. The restaurant didn't usually agree to have a table booked for two whole days, but a couple of zeroes after another didget made everything go smooth.

I heard her gasp as we entered it behind the maître de restaurant. He bowed and walked out, just as I'd told them.

"Oh, Edward, it's beautiful!" She seemed to completely having forgot the minor discussion earlier, and I was surely not to remind her.

She turned towards me, her eyes glittering.

She was so beautiful.