Disclaimer: Same old, same old.

A/N: Thank you wonderful reviewers! I have been writing this into the wee hours of the night, listening to every possible musical outlet, risked life and limb just to bring this, chapter 7, to you! ok maybe not...Much love, Enjoy!

"It's such a shame about that Mike Newton. Wasn't he a friend of yours?" It's Charlie trying to make conversation a day later while reading the news paper. I sigh and shovel down more cereal to avoid answering. I nodded slowly to convince him of my loss. I did miss Mike, but it didn't amount to the guilt I held for being personally responsible for his death. Or at least, in my mind I was. Edward had said it was more or less, Mike's fault for caring so much about me and simply being in the way when Victoria came looking for me. "He was such a good kid…" Charlie muttered to himself before heading off to work. I slowly got up from my chair, and trudged to my car. Edward was already waiting out front and kissed me passionately, knowing I needed distracting from whatever was bothering me. I sighed, our heads bent together afterwards. "I still feel bad about what happened…" I mumble out the truth pathetically. He pulled me into a hug, setting his chin on my head. I couldn't begin to guess how long we sat like that, but soon, Edward said, "Come on; we're going to be late."

School sped by in a blur as I sat in all my classes, mentally checked out. There was something wrong… I could practically taste it radiating off Edward. He wasn't telling me something; but what? 'Bella,' I lectured myself mentally, 'you're obviously becoming paranoid. He tells you any and every thing. Chill out.'

'If I'm paranoid, then why is he acting so weird?' I argued back.

'You're seriously losing it girl, you're arguing with yourself.'

"SHUT UP!" I shout aloud in frustration. The entire study hall class stops whatever they were hard at work on and faces me. It's dead silent, and the teacher tells me to keep quiet; this is study hall, not social period. I hear Edward snicker next to me, and I nudge him to mess up his English paper. As planned, his pencil scrawls unintentionally on the rest of the perfect writing. He has mock anger on his face, and I kiss the tip of his nose innocently. "That wasn't nice." He says accusingly. I start to tell him off when Ms. Peck, the old, snappy Study Hall teacher speaks.

"Ms. Swan, Mr. Cullen, do I have to separate you two like second graders?" The grumpy old woman snaps.

"No Ms.Peck!" we answer in unison.

As soon as her head goes back down, Edward asks quickly, so the words are a buzz, "Whatjusthappened?"

"Idon'tknow, Iwastalkingtomyselfandthen…" at this, Edward bursts into uncontrollable, booming laughter. Ms. Peck's head shoots up and, giving us a glacial glare, she points toward the door. Edward and I grab our books giggling, and make our way out. Just before we're out the door, Ms. Peck shoots, "If you two disrupt my class again, I'll have you put with Mr. Banner for Detention." We nod as if in fear, and bolt out of the classroom.

"Honestly Edward! I had such good score with Ms. Peck! Now what'll she think of me?" We're at my car, since there's only a half an hour of school left. Edward rolls his eyes.

"Bella, you like blood more than she likes you. You are, honestly, not a favorite." He says matter of factly. I scowl and start the engine. I glare at the road as we head back to my house, and Edward grabs my chin. "Bella, don't be angry with me. If it helps, Ms. Peck doesn't like me either." He adds with a cautious laugh, unsure of how I'll react.

"That's not why I'm mad," I mutter, "You're hiding something from me. It's written all over your face!" He sighs, defeated. "So it's true! You ARE hiding something from me!"

"Bella…Don't hate me, please don't, for what I'm about to say." He sounds tormented. I soften, suddenly ashamed of how I was acting. I kissed him softly, hopefully saying that I couldn't hate him. Taking courage from that, but still looking anxious, he says, "Bella, Carlisle said… Well, he said that… When I turned you, well I thought I did-"

"Wait, what do you mean when you 'thought you did'?" I suddenly become very dizzy.

"It didn't work." He said miserably.

A/N: Fluffy, I know. But it got better at the end didn't it? I assure you, I will always find a way to leave you hanging. You know you're all like: WTF? Why is she responding like a vampire? DUDE I'M CONFUSED! Patience dear reader, answers will be revealed in time, you just have to keep reading to find out! maniacal laugh Ha ha! You're in too deep to back out now! You must come back for the next chapter, you're too curious! MUAHAHA!