Hi, you guys! so here i am, updating. again, yes, i know, i have no life :)

and i'm sorry for the length of the chapter; but once i get to a certain point, i just feel like i have to stop lol. and sorry for building the suspense! keeps u interested, though, huh? :)

and i figure since im updating so fast, its k, right? lol.
After I post this, im going to go write chapter four, so look out for that, its coming up soon :)

Chapter Three

"Bells!"

I turned around and saw Edward leaning against his Volvo, clearly waiting for me. A couple of girls were standing near him, trying to catch his attention; but Edward barely glanced at them. They must be new. I thought to myself, laughing inside. Anyone who knew Edward knew he didn't date and the fact that these girls were even trying was pathetic in and of itself. I walked toward him and raised my eyebrow.

"You know I've seen your car before?" I pointed out. "I'm not impressed."

"And here I was, working so hard to impress you," Edward teased as he opened the passenger seat for me. I rolled my eyes.

"Do you mind a little music?" Edward asked when he had strapped himself in and adjusted all the mirrors.

"Nope," I responded. "Play anything you want. Even punk rock!"

To my surprise, however, Edward popped a Beethoven CD into the car stereo and began humming to the music.

"Beethoven?" I asked, astonished.

"What's wrong with Beethoven?"

"Nothing's wrong with Beethoven," I reassured him. "Just the fact that you're playing Beethoven is strange."

"I'm full of surprises," Edward shrugged as he pulled out of the parking lot. "As are you."

"What do you mean?"

"Why'd you ask me to drive you home?" Edward asked. "Doesn't Alice usually drive you?"

"No particular reason," I answered quickly.

"You sure?" Edward eyed me. "Are you guys fighting?"

"Nope."

"Well then why—"

"The less you know, the better," I interrupted Edward. "Trust me."

"Alright," Edward said with a smile. "Where are we going, anyway?"

"Home."

"Anything for you." Edward said. I looked up at him in surprise and he winked at me. I turned away, blushing, and instead focused on the passing scenery. Beethoven's 9th symphony filled the car to capacity and by the end, my breath was taken away; as if I had just run a marathon instead of listen to some dead famous guy's symphony. Overwhelmed, I glanced over at Edward, who wore a faint smile. For a moment, I sat staring at him, memorizing his features while the silence that filled the car continued on.

"Did you like it?" Edward unexpectedly broke the silence and glanced over at me. I immediately looked away, embarrassed that he caught me staring. "I can tell you did. You have the same astonished look I wore when I first listened to it. And I mean, really listened." I didn't tell him that I wore that astonished look mostly because of his beauty rather than Beethoven.

"Um, ahem, uh," I cleared my throat, fumbling for my thoughts. "Yeah, its really something."

"Tell me about it," Edward agreed. Little did he know I was talking about him. "I like this. I like you. "

"Uh…What?" I said, astonished.

"I didn't mean it that way," Edward chuckled. "Way to have a heart attack."

"Oh," I said, half disappointed and half relieved.

"I just mean, I like you; you're different from other girls," Edward admitted. "You don't care about superficial things and you didn't mind that I listen to Beethoven. I like that about you. Although why you're best friends with my sis, I cannot comprehend."

"Alice has her moments," I laughed.

"I'd like to see that. I'm gonna need some cold hard forensic evidence to convince me."

"It's true!" I protested, poised to defend my best friend. "Like, this one time—well, that's not a good example, but there was this other time—no wait, um. Give me a sec here…"

"Speak of the devil…" Edward murmured as he drove up my driveway. I looked up to see what he was talking about only to find Alice leaning on her convertible buffing her nails. Damn she's good.

"Oh no," I exclaimed. "Quick! U-turn time!"

"Why?" Edward asked, confused.

"Nevermind," I slumped in my seat. "It's too late." Alice had already spotted us and began skipping down the driveway to meet us.

"Hey there," Alice said cheerfully when Edward had rolled down my window. I was still slumped, depressed that she caught me. "Edward, what're you doing here?"

"I drove Bella home," Edward explained carefully, glancing nervously from my face to Alice's.

"Oh well, hello there Bella," Alice feigned as if she hadn't seen me. "I didn't see you there." I glared at her.

"What's going on here?" Edward asked, still confused.

"You'll see," Alice promised as she moved to open the door. As a last attempt at freedom, I locked the door and pulled on the handle so that she couldn't open it.

"Bella," Alice said, threateningly. "If you don't let go and come quietly, I'll tell my darling brother here your deepest darkest secret."

"What secret?" Edward asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"Nothing, right Alice?" I shot her a menacing look but I didn't let go of the door.

"Well, our little Bella here likes—"

Before Alice could get the rest of the words out, I had already hopped out of the silver Volvo with my duffel bag and stood there to make sure Alice didn't finish the sentence.

"—bagels. Bye Edward!" Alice finished. She put her arm through mine and began dragging me to my house for the second time that day.

"Thanks for the ride Edward," I broke Alice's grip long enough to flash Edward a grateful smile. He shot me an amused look and shook his head, chuckling quietly. I watched as he turned his Volvo and sped away. Half of me wanted to run after him and beg him to take me along but Alice had too much on me. Speaking of Alice…

"You're good," I glared at her. "How?"

"Well, it was simple, really," Alice responded absentmindedly. "I mean, have you ever met yourself? It was obvious that you were gonna try to pull something like this."

"Where's Jacob?" I observed, looking around for my other equally insane best friend.

"Upstairs."

"What do you mean by upstairs?" I asked cautiously.

Alice shot me a look. "What do you think I mean?"

"Oh no," I groaned and ran ahead, sprinting up the stairs 2 at a time. I pushed open the double doors before the doorman could blink an eye and nearly ran into the housekeeper.

"Sorry!" I called out as I sprinted up the winding staircase to my bedroom. I ran into my room only to find my bed, desk and basically, the entire vicinity of my bedroom covered with clothes. My clothes. I tiptoed around random piles of clothing until I reached the entrance to my walk in closet, only to be greeted with another pile of clothes in the face.

"Jacob!" I recovered quickly and brushed my hair away from my face. "What do you think you're doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing honey?" I heard Jacob's voice from the inner depths of my closet.

"Well, I'm thinking that you're invading my privacy," I stumbled on a particularly large pile of clothes and fell flat on my face, thankfully into a similarly large pile of clothes.

"It's necessary," Jacob reassured me, launching another pile of clothes into the air, which coincidentally landed on me.

"Jacob, stop, I'm drowning!" I cried out, overwhelmed. I felt a strong hand take hold of my arm and pull me up.

"I guess we've solved the mystery, huh?" Jacob laughed.

"What mystery?" I huffed, brushing myself off and smoothing my hair back. "The mystery where you end up dead and all anybody finds of you is a can of hairspray?"

"Now we know why your fashion sense is horrible," Jacob ignored me and returned to his mission. "You're a magnet for horrible clothes!"

"I'm a magnet for annoying friends too," I mumbled under my breath.

"What was that?" Jacob asked, cocking his head.

"Nothing!" I responded sweetly, trying to sound innocent. "But seriously, what are you doing?"

"We're throwing away ALL of your clothes," Jacob announced with a dramatic gesture that launched 3 of my sweaters into the air.

"And why are you doing that?" I asked with my hands on my hips, incredulous at my friend's insistence. "You guys can give me a makeover without throwing away my entire wardrobe!"

"This is to make sure you don't go back to your old ways," Jacob winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "Now shoo. When you and Alice come back, you will find all of this gone and a whole new wardrobe at your disposal!" He eyed my sweats. "One that wont hide the gorgeous legs I know you're hiding under those sweats."

"It's a school night. I have homework!"

"Don't worry, it's taken care of," Jacob reassured me with a wave of his hand. "See what beauty gets you?"

"A psychotic way of thinking?" I mumbled. Aloud, I asked, "And where is Alice taking me?"

"Hey!" I turned to find Alice tiptoeing around the piles of clothes expertly in her high heels. "Don't even think of giving it away!" she threatened Jacob.

"Don't worry, sweets," he reassured her. "Wouldn't dream of it."

"And you," she turned to me menacingly. "It's a surprise. Don't even dare to ask anyone where we're going. Now come on."

"But—" Before I could protest, Alice held my wrists with an iron grip and dragged me out of my walking closet, out of my bedroom, down the stairs and out the door.

"Do you take steroids?" I asked incredulously as I rubbed my sore wrists.

"Not that I know of. Why?" Alice checked her makeup in the rearview makeup and strapped herself in.

"Nevermind," I mumbled. Today was gonna be a long day.

Shout out to Dahlia.

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