Chapter 5:

Edward:

Finally the weekend came around. I was happy to be away from the school. And away from Bella. Don't get me wrong, I like her. But to tell the truth, that comment on the note still freaks me out. I mean, what if I am wrong about her? What if she has some freak psychological disorder? What if...she is an axe murderer? I know these all sound too far-fetched. But after what happened the last time I became close to a girl...well, I dont want to go there. It still haunts me to this day and it happened almost two years ago.

I drove up to my spot as I called it. The place in the woods where I have time to myself to regroup and to write in my journal. I know it's silly for a guy my age to have a journal, but it gives me closure. My counselor told me it would be beneficial for me to have a journal, to write down my feelings on everything. I don't like people knowing I used to see a counselor. It makes me feel like I am crazy.

I write...

Today, I feel...confused. I like Bella more than words. I feel close to her. Like I did with Jayden. Last night I had a nightmare about Jayden. I was at the party with her. She grabbed a gun and tried to shoot me. Then she laughed and told me she liked me but didn't love me. She said I was the reason she wanted to kill herself, because I didn't love her. Couldn't love her the way I used to. She didn't want me cheating on her. So she decided to kill me instead. I know none of that is true. That's not how it happened. Her death was an accident. Pure accident. I loved her so much and she knew that. Yes, I feel anger still about the gang fight, and the gun that shot her. And never getting to tell her I loved her more than words especailly since we got into that huge fight the day before and never made up. I been trying to get over this. I thought I had. The pain hasn't hurt in so long. But something about Bella makes me nervous. I want to protect her from any danger she might get into. Although, I don't think I could handle it if something happened to her like what happened with Jayden. I still feel like it was partly my fault. I shouldn't have gotten mad at her when she told me she was hanging out with her friend Bryan. I should have trusted her. Then we would not have gotten into that fight. Then, she would still be alive. Everything wouldn't have changed-

I stopped writing as I heard a rustle. I turned around and saw something moving in the woods. I had to take a closer look because it looked like a girl but she was moving quick as a flash. It couldn't be a human. I called out to whatever it was. Suddenly, it stopped and turned its head towards me. I gasped when I saw the face. It looked like Bella but I couldnt get a close look at the thing. It dissappeared before I could see it better. I retuend to my journal to try and draw what I had just seen. After minutes of attempting to remember, I decided to leave my place of solitude and return to the living world, although...without Bella, I can't possibly be living. I promised myself on the way back home that I trust her and that I wouldn't run away screaming from her no matter what her secret was about. I will be strong for her. With a renewed sense of energy, I turned the car and drove in the opposite direction to Bella's house.

Bella:

"Stupid, senseless girl! you should know better than to hunt in broad daylight. Especially on a weekend when the weather is over 64 degress outside!" My father rattled on until he was red in the face, telling me I was irresposible for hunting. He pointed his finger in my face and I flinched slightly. I haven't made him this angry since the time I hunted a serial killer. People killing for the hell of it just don't deserve to live. Me, I'm different. I believe in justice. I don't kill unless they deserve it. Call me crazy, psycho, uber bitch; call me whatver you want, I don't care.

"I know, dad. It won't happen again." I roll my eyes and head for my room. Once more, I blare my music. I was getting so into the song I was listening that when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I screamed out loud. I mean LOUD too. Ear-shattering pierce. I opened my eyes and turned red as I saw whose body the arm belonged to.

"What the fuck, man? I was jamming here!"

Edward stared blankly at my outburst.

"Uh, sorry. Didn't mean to give you a heart attack"

"Like I have a heart to attack" I mutter under my breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing...What are you doing here?"

"I was in the neighborhood"

"Wait, how did you know where I live?"

"Your sister told me."

"When did you talk to my sister?"

"Friday before school. She was waiting on you to get to school. She said to me, 'It shouldn't take this damn long. We live near you' and so I,naturally, asked where it was you lived. And she told me"

"So now you're stalking me?"

"Maybe. You have a problem with that?" He grinned slightly.

"Stalking is illegal in all fifty states"

"I was born in Canada."

"Um, okay...that has nothing to do with it. You're in America now"

Edward gave me this sheepish look. and looked at me through nice, long eyelashes. They were so nice and smoky. And that innocent look he gave me. I couldn't resist. I smiled.

"Ah, so you can smile! I was afraid for a while"

I laughed

"And you can laugh. Oh please stop the miracles before I die" He grabbed his chest and faked having a heart attack.

I stopped laughing and he immediately stopped and came over to my side.

"Hey, don't be sad. I was only kidding."

I looked into his eyes and that was when I first realized: I would die for this boy. If only I did die. But still, you get the general concept. I can't live not knowing him. I did something I should have never done. It was so wrong to do. But I did it anyways. And it was gooood. I reached up on my toes and kissed him softly.

Edward:

One minute I am standing there, and she yells at me, then smiles, laughs, frowns and now KISSES me? Talk about giving mixed signals but I liked it. I placed my hands around her waist and she put her arms around my neck and we kissed. For an eternity it seemed. Finally, our make out session was interrupted by her dad calling for her to come downstairs. I sighed deeply and whispered, "You should go see what he wants. He sounds angry..."

"He always sounds that way" Bella frowned. "I will be right back." She shuffled out of the room quickly.

I wanted her to be my girlfriend more than anything, I wanted to tell her how I felt. I opened my mouth prepared to say exactly this when she breezed back into the room with her eyes downcast and a frown tugging on the corners of her mouth. Something was wrong.

"You have to leave. I can't talk to you. My parents said" Her eyes tried to not meet mine and she tugged on her sweater sleeve nervously

"What? Maybe I can talk to them...they just don't know me very well."

"no, they know you. They like you"

"Then what is it?"

"It's not safe for you."

"Bella..."

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me, "Yeah?" she said softly.

"I..."

She looked hesitantly at me.

"Bella! Now!" her father yelled from downstairs.

"I guess I have to go. Goodbye Bella, Goodbye." I kissed her cheek touched her hand to my lips and left her house. Forever, it seemed to be.