OH!! My reviews are so cute!! They made me so happy!! I was going on for like an hour about how much I love you guys to my friend after I read them all.

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Sanity Is Out: love love love love!
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So after I posted the first chapter I was positive no one was going to review. I went to eat Lunch and when I came back I had FIVE!! But, for some reason it refused to let me read any of them! After about an hour of crying, swearing and trying to get my friends to do it for me, I finally got to read them. By then I had nine, and I was a very happy girl.

So heres chapter two, Enjoy!

Chapter two: Blood Sugar

I get home from school and run to my room, muttering a quick hello to my mom who is lounging on the couch watching some soap opera and nibbling a slim-fast energy bar. I throw myself onto my bed and take a deep breath. I hate not being happy at school, so I save all my teenage angst for home. Grabbing my speakers and slamming my ipod in; I begin to feel my stomach churn. Konstantine by Something Corporate flows though the room. I look up. Maybe I should change it to something happier and put the crying off until my mom is out of the house, or at least asleep… or maybe not. I pick up the phone and call Mike, hanging it up after one ring. I'm a horrible girlfriend!

I change the song and something by the Beastie Boys pulses through the speakers. I grab my sketchbook and stare at a blank page for about ten minutes before giving up and start my homework.

Three hours later, I finally finish my homework. I sit on my bed and pick up the phone again. I dial Chandler's number and listen to it ring. One… two… three...

"Hello?" she mumbles.

"Hey. It's Bethany. Did I wake you?" I ask, "Because if I did, and you'd rather go back to seep than talk to me, I'd understand." Wow, I don't think I've been this insecure since seventh grade.

"No no. It's fine. What's up?" she asks, concerned now.

"Mike thinks I'm cheating on him" I growl. I wonder if that means I'll be over it soon. I mean, the grief has worn off, and anger is much easier to deal with.

"With whom?" Of course, that's going to be the first thing she asks.

"Edward" I mumble.

"Edward Cullen?" she asks, "Don't worry about it. He's probably just upset because he liked Bella when she started dating him, and he doesn't want that to happen again. Plus, you both really like each other, so what's there to worry about?"

"Well," I pause, "I was kind of… I mean…I was wearing Edwards's jacket. But he gave it to me, so it's not my fault!" I say, probably reassuring myself of my innocence, not Chandler.

"Well that complicates things a little bit…"

"Yeah…"

Our conversation continues for a while. Chandler tries to me laugh, to distract me from thoughts of Mike. Eventually the call waiting interrupts our giggle fest.

"Hold on, someone's on the other line" I say, still smiling.

"Actually, its getting kinda late. I should be getting to bed." She sounds tongue-tied, like she's afraid if she gets off the phone I'm going to commit suicide or something.

"Oh! Okay, good night, don't let the bed bugs bite!" I make sure to be extra happy, promising her that I will be all right once she hangs up.

I hang up the phone and wait a few seconds before it rings again.

"Hello?"

"Hey Bethany, its Mike" His voice sounds odd; I can't really tell why.

"I know." I answer coolly, "What up?"

"Uh…" I can almost feel his tension. "I wanted to say that… um.. I love you too.

And I'm sorry for getting so worked up over that jacket thing…" he sighs, obviously very happy to get that off of his chest.

My breath stops in my throat the guilt makes another appearance. Was I really that mad at this adorable kid for six straight hours?

"Bethany?" He asks. I bet he thinks I fainted or something.

"Yeah, I'm still here…just… in shock…" I whisper, clutching my chest. I try and calm my over-exited heart.

He laughs, it's an actual laugh this time. Not that weird airy thing that he dose when it's all awkward and stuff.

"I'm glad you're back to normal." I sigh

"Yeah, me too."

I wake up in the morning with my phone stuck to my face. I peal it off and hang it up. Walking to the bathroom, I rub my cheek which currently resembles the keypad of my phone. I grumble, vaguely wondering how long the indentation will last. I glance at the clock, 7:00, which gives me 15 whole minutes to get dressed and drive to school. Fuck. I shower quickly and pull on a pair of jeans, the beater I wore yesterday, and a hoodie. I throw my damp hair into a bun at the top of my head and run out to my car, skipping breakfast. I speed down the street, almost driving past the school in my hurry. I jump out of my car run through the parking lot, but I have to turn around before I get to the front doors because I forgot my backpack. The cold wind bypasses my sweatshirt and stings my arms.

The school day passes in a blur of color. I don't even remember ever walking into the school, yet here I am. I head to my last class of the day, an unknown nervous feeling settling in the pit of my stomach. The Chemistry room always smells like formaldehyde, but today it's overpowering. I gag, making my way to my seat. We have a sub today and she speaks so quickly I can only catch half of what she says. She explains the lab and assigns partners in record time. I'm with Edward Cullen, won-der-ful. He sits down next to me. My stomach rolls again sending tremors down my spine.

"You know what were doing?" I whisper. Crossing my trembling fingers and begging whatever divine force that governs us to let me not puke all over Edward.

"Yeah, you feel ok?"

I attempt to lift my chin to nod, but I can't seem to do it. My head spins and I fall forward into the black table top, but Edward catches me before I can get a concussion. He says something to the teacher and carries me out of the room.

"I'm still conscious…" I mutter, trying to stay that way.

"Barely." He laughs. I look at him though half-lidded eyes. He smiles at me, which makes my stomach attempt a back flip. I vaguely wonder why I haven't actually thrown up yet when another dry heave contorts my body.

"Are you cold?" He asks. I then realize my body is shaking along with the nausea and light-headedness. Do I even have anything to throw up?

I relax into his chest. I may as well take full advantage of being carried around by a very hot and obviously very strong guy. His body is cold, and I feel bad for taking his winter jacket.

"Are you cold?" the words roll off my lazy tongue and my vision blurs. He laughs, but I don't know why.

I guess we finally made it to the nurse because I can hear voices.

"Is she ok?"

"What happened?"

"She's so pale!"

He places me on a plastic covered table and warm fingers press firmly against my neck. My stomach is still turning and I am shaking violently.

"When was the last time you ate?" Someone asks. The fingers taking my pulse begin to hurt me.

"6…" Wait, was the last time I ate anything really yesterday?... Yeah, I guess it was. "Yesterday evening."

"Well there's your problem."

Three glasses of water and a box of cookies later, I sit happily on the little paper-covered table. I smile. I can hold myself up now! It's so odd when something you so easily take for granted is gone; you become so helpless and wonder why you never thought of it before.

"Why are you happy all of a sudden?" Edward asks. I grin wider. He stayed with me through this whole traumatic ordeal. He was the one who forced the Girl Scout cookies into my mouth when I refused to eat them. It is going to take me forever to burn off those tagalongs.

"I can sit up without loosing my vision now!" I sing, swinging my legs happily. I wish I could be excited about little things like holding up my own bodyweight more often.

He laughs. I start on my fourth cup of water, sipping a little at a time. I hold the Styrofoam cup in my lap and glance at the clock.

"We should be getting back." I say sadly. My head spins when I hop off of the bench, and I have to use Edward for support.

"Take it easy!" the nurse grunts, "You've only been fully functional for five minutes."

Edward wraps a supportive arm around my body. I think I'm going to faint again.

"Nah, I'm ok." I mutter, removing his hand from my waist. He just shrugs and leads me out of the room.

We walk in silence for a while. I almost wish Edward wouldn't treat me as well as he does. It makes it so much harder for me to stay loyal. I'm so caught up in my thoughts that I don't notice the sudden change in the weather. I jump when an abnormally vicious gust of wind rattles the large window we happen to be walking by.

"You're easily frightened." Edward says. Although the amusement you would expect from a statement like that isn't there. I defend myself anyway.

"I am not!" I whine playfully, "I was just surprised! That's all!"

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. But soon I have to cover the smile that threatens to take over my face with a childish pout. He starts to chuckle, but stops. Approaching footsteps catch my attention. Something tells me they belong to Mike.

"Come here." He hisses quietly, grabbing my wrist roughly and pulling me toward him.

"…the fuck?" I mumble to myself. Edward continues to pull me into an empty room. The lights are off, which makes everything even more awkward and confusing.

"What the hell do you think you're do-?" Edward clamps an icy hand over my mouth, hushing me. Although his face is calm, the absurdness of the situation still pisses me off. I stare at the door, wondering what this would look like to someone else… Two obviously taken teenagers standing uncomfortably close in a dark, empty classroom.

I try to push Edward off of me but he is too strong. His cold hand presses harder over my mouth and another holds the side of my face. His eyes beg me to be silent. My body trembles with anger and I struggle fiercely against him. He doesn't move. I open my mouth and bite his hand as hard as I possibly can. He instinctively pulls back, pulling me with him. His pale skin breaks, but no blood flows from the wound. At least, not at first.