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"Alright! Today we start one of the most popular and intriguing sections of the course, myths and urban legends." Professor Banner stated with much enthusiasm. I continued to stare absently at my unopened textbook. I had heard this line from many a professor yet none of them had turned out to be true. I had to admit though, the topic seemed remotely interesting.
The fact that it was only Thursday made it harder for me to bring my mind under control. This week had to be the longest one of my life. I did not however, find it difficult to think of Bella. These days, she seemed to be the only thing I wanted to think of. I kept replaying our conversation in the cafeteria over and over in my mind. I knew it was lame that one real conversation with her would pretty much make my year, but it was the truth. I was still trying to figure out why she had thought it best for me to stay away form her.
If anything, all I wanted to do was be as close to her as possible. I truly couldn't understand why I was so into her, but it really didn't matter anymore. My heart had made the decision long before my brain had the chance to keep up. I sighed in frustration, resting my chin against my fist.
"Hey, don't look so bummed! I hear this section really is as good as he says." A female voice half whispered next to me. I turned to see an attractive girl with flawless copper skin, dark, almond shaped eyes and short, pitch black hair. Her small lips were pulled into a smile so friendly, despite how I was feeling, I couldn't help but smile in return.
"Hi, I'm Leah." She introduced, smiling wider than I thought was possible.
"Edward." I stammered, reaching out to shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you." She grinned, placing a slender hand in mine. The warmth of her thin fingers sent a wave of calm through my body, instantly causing me to feel at ease. I turned to face the front, giving the professor my attention.
"Ok, so our first legend is derived from a people I'm sure everyone here is familiar with, the Native American tribe of Quileutes from La Push. Now, don't you all get too sad, but I'm not giving the lecture today." Professor Banner said in his southern drawl. Around the room, students rejoiced in whispers and started putting their things away.
"Now, now! Calm down! I didn't say we weren't having a lecture, I simply said that I wouldn't' be giving it." He corrected, as the joy in the room quickly deflated.
"We have a student who is a direct descendent of the tribe, and she's going to tell us about the legend of "The Cold Ones"." He breathed as his voice and eyes darkened playfully at the term. There was a rustling in the seat next to me and I was surprised to see Leah making her way towards the front of the room. Her bone straight hair fluttered softly as she reached the podium.
"Hi, umm…my name is Leah Clearwater," she began shyly, "and as the professor said, I'm going to speak to you about the Cold Ones." She paused to clear her throat and continued.
"My people have many legends or superstitions, as I like to call them. Some of them claim to date all the way back to the time of Noah and the great flood. It is said that my ancestors tied their canoes to the treetops in order to survive. There are other stories that center on the ancestry of my tribe, such as those that claim we are the descendents of wolves, which is why it is against our laws to kill them, today." She paused again, searching the room with her wide eyes to see if she still held our attention.
"Then, there are the stories about the Cold ones." She almost whispered. Many students, including myself, leaned forward instinctively; a reaction to the mysterious tone that entered her voice.
"My great-grandfather, a tribal elder, met some of them and he was one who formed a treaty that kept them off our land."
"Why did he want to keep them away?" a blonde in the front row interrupted.
"Because the cold ones are our enemies; the natural enemy of the wolf…wells, that is, the wolves that turn into men. You call them werewolves."
I found myself gasping as my eyes widened. It wasn't that the idea of werewolves frightened me; it was more to do with the look that flashed into her eyes when she'd said it. Something that made me feel there was more to these legends than she let on. Others in the room must have felt this too, as many began to shift uncomfortably in their seats. Her lips turned up into a playful smile as she continued.
"So traditionally, the Cold Ones are our enemies, but the group that came to our territory during my great-grandfather's time claimed to be different. Supposedly, their hunting habits weren't the same as others of their kind; they weren't supposed to be dangerous. We still had to take precautions however, and so they made a truce with my grand-father. They promised to stay off our land and we agreed not to expose them."
"But why make a truce if they weren't dangerous?" the same girl asked, annoyed.
"It's a risk for humans to be around them, even if they were civilized like this group," she leaned forward, her hair creating a dark curtain around her face, "you never know when they might get too thirsty to resist." She breathed, staring at the girl in the front row, who in turn, shrank slowly down into her seat. Leah smiled at her warmly then, and winked.
"So what the hell is a Cold One?" a guy in the back asked, causing the room to erupt in laughter. Leah's eyes shifted quickly to the professor, who nodded in encouragement. She hung her head and lifted her eyes so that they were hooded by the dark lashes above them.
"Blood drinkers." She breathed, and the room swiftly fell silent. I shivered involuntarily as I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise. My eyes scanned the room as others seemed to have the same reaction.
"You…mean…vampires?" someone mumbled. Leah nodded her head slowly.
"Of course it's all just legends and superstitious mumbo-jumbo. I for one think my ancestors were bored and needed a way to entertain themselves. Story telling seems like a viable option." She remarked, waving her hand dismissively.
"So that's pretty much it, unless you guys have more questions." Leah concluded. It appeared as though every hand in the room shot up, including my own. Her cheeks flushed, pleased by the response of her classmates.
"Well, maybe I should have you lecture more often." Professor Banner joked, coming to rest his large hand on her shoulder.
"We'll pick up here tomorrow. You guys have a good evening and watch our for those Cold Ones." He said, lowering his voice again and laughing.
The class applauded as Leah swiftly went back to her seat to collect her things. I stood by my desk and waited for her.
"Wow, was it really that bad?" she asked, her eyes wide as she paused in front of me. I was so lost in thought, I wasn't conscious of the expressions on my face.
"Umm…well, to be honest, I thought it was very interesting. So…have you ever met one of these Cold Ones?"
"Me, no I've never met one but…"she paused, scanning the room quickly.
"Let's get out of here first." She lowered her voice as she tugged my scarred arm. I followed her out of the classroom and down the stairs that led to the exit. Once we reached the paved walk-way outside, she stopped abruptly and turned to me.
"Do you know the Cullens?" she whispered, eyes flashing. Immediately my heart jumped at the name. I didn't know how to answer this question since I was sure having one conversation with someone, didn't qualify as knowing them.
"I know of them…but what does that…"she pulled me by the arm again, cutting me off mid-sentence. She led me quickly to a secluded bench near the side of the building.
"Well, according to the legend, they're the ones who made the truce with my ancestors." She whispered again, leaning very closely to my face. I felt my eyes widen as my breath caught.
"So the kids here are their descendents…"I wondered out loud.
"No! They are the very same ones." My eyes stretched even more so as I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat.
"There are more now, a new girl and a new guy, but they are the same." I tried to ease the pace of my heart before it could affect my breathing. I repeated to myself that there was no need to panic, but it didn't keep me from doing just that.
"Like said, I don't believe any of it. I think they're cool stories to scare people with, but my family thinks otherwise. Do you know they still won't allow…"she let the sentence trail off, her eyes fixed on something behind me. The beats of my heart increased and my breath stopped all together as I turned to see the Cullens, all of them, seemingly floating by as they crossed the walk-way we had just left. My lips opened slightly as my gaze immediately focused on Bella, her waist-length mahogany hair swaying back and forth as she walked. Try as I might, I couldn't stop my heart from over-reacting the same way it did every time I saw her. I felt my breath quicken and I quickly tried to calm myself down.
"Hey, are you ok?" Leah asked, placing a warm hand on my arm. I nodded quickly, prying my eyes from Bella's face and focusing on a crack in the ground; hoping to catch my breath.
"I wonder what they're talking about." Leah whispered closer to my ear. I refused to lift my eyes before bringing my breathing under control. After several deep breaths, my heart slowed and approached its normal pace. I raised my eyes slowly to see the Cullen family talking amongst themselves. I wanted to get a better look at all of them but my eyes kept going back to Bella. Her pale skin shined, even in the overcast light. I stared at her lips, which seemed to move so rapidly, I wondered how they understood what she was saying.
"Hey, you wanna grab some food or something?" Leah interrupted my gazing.
"Umm…yeah, s-sure." I stammered, trying to blink myself back to Earth.
"There's this cool burger place around the corner." She said excitedly. I tried to match her enthusiasm, but the idea of leaving Bella's presence, even if her attention wasn't on me, only made my heart sink. I stood sluggishly, sighing to myself as a soft breeze rustled the trees around us. I was so preoccupied with my thoughts, that I didn't realize the strap of my bag had somehow wound itself around my ankle. I hadn't taken two steps forward before the strap caught and sent me sailing awkwardly to the ground.
"Shit!" I huffed, as I hit the concrete with a thud.
"Oh, Edward are you…"
"Edward!" An impossibly fascinating voice burned in my ear; it shouldn't have been so familiar. I lifted my eyes slowly, the beauty of her face shocking my heart. I tried to speak but the lump in my throat made it nearly impossible. How did she get over her so fast?
"Edward, are you alright?" my angel asked, worry clouding her perfect features.
"Umm…yeah, I'm good." I half smiled, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment. I slowly pushed myself up to a sitting position and laughed.
"Are you sure you're ok?" Leah chuckled, her eyes shifting between Bella and me nervously. I removed the strap from around my ankle and stood, dusting off my clothes.
"I'm fine, I just have an inner ear imbalance." I mumbled. It felt a little weird standing between the two of them. They both tried to focus their attention on me but couldn't seem to keep their eye from darting to each other.
"So I take it this happens more often than not." Leah remarked, raising an eyebrow.
"No comment." I replied, brushing the remaining bits of dirt off my jeans. She smiled her warm smile and laughed.
"Ok then, lets get out of here, the place isn't that far away from." She said, flipping her thumb in the opposite direction that I wanted to go. I turned to look at Bella, who was staring at me curiously, with warm those warm butterscotch colored eyes. Almost instantly, the pace of my heart double, thrumming so loudly I knew she had to hear it. Her soft lips pulled up into a crooked smile so dazzling, I nearly passed out.
"May I speak with you for a moment?" she asked, taking a few steps back. I crinkled my forehead in confusion, but agreed.
"Uhh…could you give me a sec?" I asked Leah. Her eyes widened as they traveled from my face to Bella's.
"Wait for me on the bench; it's ok." I laughed uneasily, trying to reassure her. She nodded her head slowly, looked at Bella again and turned to head back to the wooden bench. I inhaled deeply and turned to Bella.
"So…what can I do for you?" I asked calmly, determined not to embarrass myself any further.
"Well," she paused, trying to keep from smiling, "I was wondering if you weren't busy next Saturday, the day of the frat party…"
"Not you too!" I groaned, slapping my hand to my forehead. I felt the blood slowly creeping into my cheeks.
She stifled a giggle. "May I finish please?"
I threw my hands up in the air; I had no words. I was actually surprised that I wasn't hyperventilating. The absurdity of the idea that she was about to ask me out allowed my mind to keep my heart in check.
"Well, I heard you say that you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you needed a ride."
My jaw dropped.
"What!" The word came out like an exclamation.
"Would you like a ride to Seattle?"
"With who?" I ask, dumbfounded.
"Myself, obviously." She responded, seeming aggravated that I didn't know.
"W-why?" I stammered, the nervousness coming back.
"Well, I was planning on going myself and well, lets be honest, I don't think that truck of yours will make it." She replied with a smirk.
"First off, my truck is fine, but more importantly, how did you even know I had a truck?" I asked, feeling my heart rate pick up.
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "Does it really matter?"
Standing there, staring at her angelic face and smoldering eyes, I knew that it didn't. Noting mattered anymore, as my heart finally pushed my brain aside; pumping erratically in an attempt to prove that she was what mattered to me more than anything.
"Ok, I get it! Sheesh!" I mumbled to my chest.
"Do you always talk to yourself?" she laughed. I looked up quickly as my cheeks flushed, and rubbed the back of my neck.
"Only recently." I muttered. She shifted her weight as her narrowed eyes focused behind me.
"Your friend is quite impatient." I spun around quickly to see Leah standing by the bench, arms folded and one foot tapping the ground lightly. I had forgotten she was there.
"I better be going." I forced the words.
"Edward, you haven't answered my question." She mused, raising an eyebrow. I breathed slowly, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
"Really, Bella." An unexpected chill swept through me as I said her name. "I don't get you. First you tell me we can't be friends and now you wanna drive me to Seattle?"
"I said it would be better if we weren't friends, not that I didn't want to be. In truth, it would be much more sensible for you not to be my friend, but I'm tired of trying to stay away from you.'' Her voice smoldered with that last sentence, pulling at the beat of my heart. I stared at the cracks in the ground trying to figure out what had brought on this sudden change. Not that I didn't like it, the ever increasing speed of my heart was proof of that, I just wished she would make up her mind. The flip-flopping emotions she brought out of me were exhausting.
"Edward, will you go with me to Seattle?" she purred, her angelic voice shattering my concentration. The blood rushed to my face as I lifted my eyes to hers. Her lips were drawn into a smile so beautiful, I forgot how to breathe.
"Will you?"
I nodded once, still unable to locate my lungs.
She smiled briefly. "You really should stay away from me," she warned, "I'll see you in class." She turned swiftly and walked back to her family. I watched them as everyone, except Jasper, kept their eyes glued to me.
"I thought you didn't know them." Leah suddenly appeared at my side, slightly annoyed.
"I don't…well, not really…she's my lab partner." I stammered, my gaze still directed at her family. My stomach turned as Jasper threw his arm over her shoulder. I knew he was her brother, but I couldn't help but feel a little envious that he was so close to her.
"They sure are pale." She remarked, following my gaze. My only response was to nod absently. This had been one strange day.
"Come on, let's go get some grub." Leah tugged on my arm, but didn't take her eyes off of them.
"Err…yeah…let's go."
By the time I got home, I was too keyed up to go to sleep. I told the guys I had a ton of homework to do. They were so wrapped up in the Basketball game on television that I was sure I would go undisturbed. Once in my room, I paced back and forth trying to get my head straight. I still couldn't wrap my mind around the day I'd just had. I marched to the stereo on top of my desk and pressed the power button. Instantly the room was filled with some rock song I'd never heard.
I flopped on top of my bed and fell back, letting my body sink into the firm mattress. I tried to concentrate on the lyrics of the song; anything to keep my mind off the stories Leah had told today. As the song came to an end, it was immediately followed by another. The thudding bass sent tiny vibrations through the floor and up the wooden legs on my bed, lulling me to sleep.
I opened my eyes at the sound of my name. I blinked rapidly, surprised to see that my room had become a dark green forest. I scrambled to my feet, searching through the darkening woods for the voice that had awoken me.
"Edward!" I jumped at the sound of Leah's voice behind me.
"Run!" she wailed, her dark eyes wide with fear.
"What…what's going on?" I asked, confused. She did not answer, but grabbed my arm and pulled me after her.
"Come on, man!" I recognized Mike's voice calling from head, but I couldn't see him. Leah's hand suddenly jerked away from me, as she fell to the forest floor, her body seizing wildly.
"Mike…she needs help." I yelled frantically, calling to him. I turned back to grab Leah but she was gone, replaced by a large grey wolf who lay in a crouched position facing the dense trees, defending me.
"Edward! Run!" Mike was still screaming behind me, but I couldn't move. My eyes were fixated on a soft glow that emanated from the trees.
And then Bella stepped out, her skin shimmering faintly, her eyes black and dangerous. She held up one hand and slowly beckoned for me to come. The crouched grey wolf at my feet snarled wildly, baring its long, sharp fangs.
I stepped forward then, and she smiled; her teeth white and pointed.
"Trust me." She cooed, and I took another step.
Quickly, the wolf launched himself across the space between me and Bella, aiming for the bulging veins on the side of her neck.
"Wait!" I screamed, wrenching myself upright in the bed.
I whipped my head back and forth in confusion until I finally realized it had all been a dream. I sat there, staring at the red numbers on the clock, as music continued to fill the room. I lazily pushed myself up and went to shut it off. I unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor, and crawled back onto the bed, praying that sleep would find me.
I tossed and turned uncomfortably as the images kept returning to my mind. Restlessly, I finally sat up, knowing that sleep would not come. I flicked on the dull light of my table lamp and picked up the copy of The Portrait of Dorian Grey, which I was supposed to read for a class. I didn't get through five pages before I tossed it on the ground, aggravated. With every few words I had read, my mind had found a way to dredge up a corresponding image from the dream.
With a sigh, I pulled my laptop from the side table and clicked it on. Once loaded, I went to my favorite search engine and typed in Vampire. Of course the first things I found were mountains of useless information that didn't apply to anything I'd heard from Leah's story. Most of it was beyond ridiculous and I would have shut it down and tried my hand at sleeping again, if I hadn't seen that strange name, Stregoni benefici. I clicked here only to find a small description: Italian vampires on the side of goodness; mortal enemies of all bad vampires.
This had been the most positive reference I'd seen, but it still didn't help me out. The majority of what I'd found didn't coincide with the Quilieute legends or my own observations so I shut it down and placed it back on the table. I leaned back against the headboard, my arms crossed behind my head, laughing at how silly this all seemed. Did I really believe that the Cullens were vampires?
Could any of that garbage I'd heard today really be true? Well, it wasn't really garbage, but regardless, it wasn't possible, was it? I made myself focus on the question, and wondered to myself what else they could be if not this. I thought of what I knew about Bella: the strength and speed it took for her to exit her own vehicle and push me to safety, the eyes that shifted between onyx and amber, the pale, ice cold skin and inhuman beauty.
These things didn't make them vampires, but it sure made them something. So the only answer I had was maybe. I shifted uncomfortably in my bed, afraid that my mind had been teetering on the edge for so long that it had finally snapped. Now the only question to answer was what I would do if any of this turned out to be the truth. If Bella really was a "Cold One", what could I do? It seemed the only two real choices were to take her advice and keep my distance; to cancel our plans for Seattle and never go near her again, the idea of which immediately sent a surge of pain through my heart, or, I would change nothing.
After all, if she really was bad, she had saved me, which meant there had to be some sort of good in her. I groaned in frustration as my mind continued to create more questions than answers. The only thing I was sure of was the fact that the Bella of my dream had only been a reflection of the stories I had heard. Because when the wolf had launched itself at her, I did not cry out in fear of its safety, but rather I was afraid that Bella would be hurt; so there in laid my answer.
There was nothing I would or could do if Bella was a…because when I thought of her, those buttery topaz eyes, the mesmerizing smile and supple lips, there was nothing I wanted more than to see her right now; to gaze into her beautiful face and hear the melodic trilling of her voice.
"It's really and truly official…I have lost my mind." I muttered to myself as I staggered to my feet and headed for the bathroom.
Showers were easier now that my arms were almost fully healed. The wounds had left behind numerous scars and my head still hurt occasionally, but for the most part, I was back to normal. I washed quickly, hoping to have enough time to grab a bite to eat, and still find parking when I made it to campus. Carefully, I stepped from the shower, toweled off and brushed my teeth. I quickly ran my fingers through my wet hair and headed for my room, whistling along the way.
"My, aren't we chipper this morning." Mike yawned as he emerged from his doorframe.
I shrugged my shoulders and kept walking. Back in the room, I pulled on my favorite navy polo, a pair of jeans and grey sneakers. For the first time, as thoughts of Bella swam into my psyche, I forced myself to suppress them. This had been a little more painful than I'd expected but I was worried that thinking of her would bring up Leah's stories and the dream I'd had. I didn't want to dwell on anything that might make me afraid of her or cause me to change my mind. I had chosen the path I would take. Not that there had ever really been a choice; I knew that the day I left the hospital. I had taken the little I'd learned of Bella, true or false, and decided that none of it matter, so long as I could be near her. It was not the best choice, it was the only choice.
"Hey, what are you doing after class today?" Anthony asked as I entered our small kitchen. The scent of fried bacon and eggs wafted through my nose.
"Not much; don't really have any plans." I responded as I grabbed my favorite bowl from the faded blue cabinet. I rifled through a number of empty cereal boxes until I found one that was at least half full.
"We're planning on driving up to Port Angeles and checking out some stores. I need a new shirt for the party." He said with a smirk.
"Didn't you just buy some shirts last week? Wear one of those." I mumbled through a mouth full of cereal. He grimaced at the suggestion, shaking his head back and forth.
"No way dude! I already wore those. I need something fresh!" he remarked, downing a large glass of orange juice.
"Fresh for what?" Mike question, suddenly appearing behind me.
"That stupid frat party." I mumbled again.
"Aww man, it doesn't matter how fresh your shirt is; it still won't help you get a date." Mike joked, snatching a slice of bacon from Anthony's almost empty plate.
"Shut up, Mike. The last time I checked, you didn't have a date either."
"Yeah well, you should have checked again 'cuz unlike you, lonesome dove, I will not be attending this event stag!" he boasted as he licked the tips of his fingers and used them to smooth out his eyebrows. I tried to keep from choking as I attempted to swallow and laugh at the same time.
"Oh really? So who are you going with and how much did you pay her?" I interjected.
"I am appalled! How dare you accuse me of such a thing!" he gasped, feigning surprise.
"It wouldn't be the first time." Anthony muttered.
"Well, if you must know," he began with a scowl, "I owe it all to good old Edward here, for giving Jess the axe. Sure she only said yes 'cuz he said no, but hey, a pity date is still a date." He explained, adjusting the collar on his striped shirt; apparently a signal that no dignity had been lost on his behalf. I just shook my head in wonder. You had to give it to him; he was nothing if not persistent. I was sure one of these days his tenacity with the ladies would pay off but I wasn't placing bets any time soon.
"I guess I'm the odd man out!" Anthony remarked, shocked.
"Well, you could always go ahead and try your hand with Angela, unless you got a problem with leftovers." Mike suggested, laughing to himself. Anthony made a face and polished off the rest of his breakfast. I hurriedly finished my cereal and was more than ready to go. I washed out the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher to dry.
"Mind if I bum a ride with you?" Mike asked, slapping me lightly on the back. This question was a surprise. Normally the two of them almost had a stroke whenever I offered them a ride in my old pick-up. Yes it was a few years old, well, that was putting it mildly but I didn't see anything wrong with a little aging. I loved my truck.
"Umm, yeah but why?" I hesitated, knowing he was up to something.
"What, can't a guy spend some quality time with his best bud?"
"Right. Just get your stuff and come on." I responded, turning to retrieve my bag from the counter.
"Hey, don't forget about this afternoon, try and get home by five." Anthony called as we left the apartment. I didn't recall agreeing to go on his little escapade but somehow I knew I would be. This seemed like one of those rare occasions where he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"So…what's the deal with you and Ms. Cullen?" Mike inquired as soon as we reached the truck. I shook my head in laughter.
"Man, you couldn't even wait until we got in the car. I knew it had to be something 'cuz you never ride in this thing voluntarily." I remarked as I unlocked the door and hopped inside. I laughed again as Mike jumped at the start of the engine.
"Dude, this really is a piece of junk. Why don't you just get rid of this thing; better yet, why don't you tell me what's going on with you and Bella."
"Wow, I'm confused as to what one of those questions has to do with the other.' I chuckled.
"Nothing at all," he shrugged, "I just don't like beating around the bush, but it's pretty obvious that you don't mind a few shrubs here and there."
"Look, nothing is going on with us, ok? She just had a couple of questions about Biology class." I lied unconvincingly.
"Right and she would be asking you because of that awesome "C" average you're maintaining! Ok, I get it now." He joked.
"Oh shut up! She asked me because I'm her lab partner." I scowled, trying to keep my attention focused on the road.
"That's all fine and good man, but I know that conversation had nothing to do with science."
"Ok, well if you know so much, why don't you tell me what we were talking about?" I suggested.
"No thanks, but I will tell you that you are one lucky S.O.B. Did you see how practically the whole cafeteria was staring at you guys?"
"I wasn't really paying attention." I mumbled, neglecting to mention that it was impossible to pay attention to anything else when I was in her presence.
"Man! I don't think I've ever seen her, or her siblings for that matter, talk to anyone outside their little family circle. Most people try and steer clear of them but it's just so hard not to stare; they all seem so…err…"
"Beautiful?"
"Well…yeah…It's almost like you get hypnotized. For some reason, your mind screams for you to get the hell out of there, but the rest of your body won't comply."
"Yeah, but it must not be that bad to you…you asked Bella out, right?"
"I wouldn't call what I did asking her out. It was more a combination of staring and mumbling and staring some more and then walking away swiftly to find a rock to hide under." He finally explained. I was pleased to see that I wasn't the only one who had had this sort of reaction to her.
"It's kind of weird if you ask me." He sighed, scratching his head.
"Weird." I agreed.
The rest of the morning went by pretty quickly. I was surprised to find that classes went by faster if I actually paid attention instead of daydreaming. Of course my thoughts didn't always stay in place, but I tried to keep them as focused as possible. I knew if I thought of Bella, it would only make me want to see her; something that only seemed to happen on days we had class together.
"Edward! Hey!" Angela called as I leaving the school library. I had decided to do a little more research on Vampires, but quit shortly after as I found no new information.
"How's it going?" she breathed, winded after she finally caught up to me.
"Pretty good, I guess. How are things with you?"
"Things are cool. So umm…I heard that you and Bella Cullen are…you know…" she trailed off, waving her hand nonchalantly.
"Huh?" I furrowed my brow in confusion. Had the gossip mill really been that hard at work?
"Well…a lot of people are saying that you and Bella…are…together." She stared at the ground and fiddled with her hands while saying this.
"Don't believe everything you hear." I laughed as I patted her on the back. Funny how people never seemed to follow their own advice.
"So it's not true, then?" The hope was thick in her voice.
"Don't be silly, Angela. Why would she ever go out with me when…well, it doesn't really matter. Bella and I are just friends." I stammered.
"So you're not taking her to the dance then?"
"Ange', I told you I'm not going." I sighed, wishing I had made myself clearer the first time. I felt a little guilty as her face fell the tiniest bit. It didn't make me change my mind.
"No problem, I was just wondering." She said quietly, and then added, "You have any plans for tonight?"
"Yeah. Me and the guys are heading out to Port Angeles."
"Oh ok…well, hey…could you do me a favor and tell Anthony to give me a call." She asked, looking down at the ground again.
"Sure, no problem. I'll see you later ok?" I smiled, rubbing her arm lightly.
"Later, Edward." She smiled back.
OKIDAY. again, i hope this made sense; most of this was typed in my sidekick! i didn't want this chapter to end here, but i was tired of typing :) please let me know what you think!
the next chapter (based on port angeles) might take a little longer...i really want it to be good so please be patient...thanks so much for all the reviews!
