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C'est Monday!

Bella's point of view for this chapter!

All the character's belong to Stephanie Meyer.

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Chapter 7 The Conversation

"Bella, are you sick?" My sister asked me in a concerned tone. Her blonde ringlets were tied up in a loose ponytail and her dark eyebrows were raised. I shook my head reassuringly and gave her a small smile. We were eating dinner and I had a whole fucking zoo thumping in my stomach so I couldn't even eat.

We had a conversation

I know nothing could never happen between us and we would only be friends. I mean look at me, then look at him. I never really even looked at him until today. He was like a model. Even more gorgeous than that. His dark, thick eyebrows framed his face so fucking perfectly. His lips were so full and pouty and above them was a nose so straight and regal. Don't even get me started on his eyes. They were so light and green- almost alien-like, but beautiful, and framed by long eyelashes that no mascara could ever produce. He could never feel anything for me. But being his friend was fine anyway. I just wanted to be near him.

I glanced at the grandfather clock. It was three minutes past seven. Fifty-seven minutes left. "Bella, aren't you going to eat?" My mother grew concerned too.

"No, I'm not quite hungry."

"What's filled you up so much?" she squinted her bright blue eyes.

Butterflies.

"I had quite a lot of food at lunch." I lied smoothly, not even blushing. "I'm gonna go do some homework." I put a cover on top of my plate, washed my already clean hands and ran upstairs. I took my algebra book out of my book bag and worked on some problems to try and calm myself down. That barely worked. I checked the time. It was two minutes to eight. I picked up my phone and made sure all my notifications were on and loud, and then scrolled through my pictures to pass the time. It felt like forever and a half, and then a familiar sound alerted me and I felt like I could breath again, even though I was breathing the whole time. I saved his phone number, then opened the text, making sure to take time before I responded.

Hey- E

Hi- B

How are you- E

I'm good, just tired wbu- B

Do you want me to leave you to sleep?- E

No I'm fine. So what are you doing?- B

Talking to you lol. Hbu? - E

Nothing really tbh- B

Do you mind if I call you?- E

Sure- B

Sure you mind or sure I can call you?- E

The latter lol- B

Lol okay- E

In a matter of seconds, my phone starts ringing. I clear my throat and answer. "Hello." I breathed.

"Hey." I never noticed how velvety his voice was.

"So you wanted to talk about music?"

"Yeah." He paused for five seconds. "What was the last song you listened to?"

"Well, it's classical so you probably won't know it." I warn him.

"Try me." I heard him smile.

"Clair De Lune- Debussy." I smirked. Not a lot of the people I meet know that.

"I actually love that song." He sounded shocked.

"Really? Prove it." I tested him. He hummed the sweet, familiar melody to me. His humming was so calming.

"Okay. Fine." I was defeated. He snickered. Even his snicker sounded beautiful. Why did the beautiful boy with the beautiful snicker even want to talk to me? "Edward, can I ask you something?"

He waited for a couple of seconds before answering. "Sure."

"Why are you talking to me?"

"I like you, and I like talking to you." I heard him smile again.

He doesn't even understand

"You don't like me."

"How could you know that?" He sounded defensive.

"You don't know me." I worded it carefully.

"Well I like you so far and I want to know you."

"No you don't." I started to get angry. Someone like that could never actually be interested in me. It had to be some type of sick joke.

"When was the last time you sneezed?" He asked randomly, completely unaffected by the previous dialogue.

"Uh. Well. In the last Christmas holidays. I can't really remember the exact date. How about you?" I was thrown off.

"Two Saturdays ago, I was walking home from extra Football practice and it suddenly started raining on Friday night so I got pretty ill." He informed me.

"Yeah, well you know Forks." I said the name of the small town with distaste.

"Oh yeah, sometimes I forget you're new here. You're skin just fits so perfectly with the environment." He joked.

"Yeah, that's why they kicked me out of Arizona in the first place." I said matter-of-factly. He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever fucking heard. I didn't mind though. His laugh was more attractive than my entire shitty existence.

"How was Arizona, anyway?" he asked curiously after calming down.

"Warmer and nicer." I worded carefully and slowly. My mind flashed back to a certain moment.

"Nicer?" He inquired.

"Yeah. I mean the people." I explained.

"I'm not nice?" He said with faux anguish though he sounded a bit offended.

"You're the only nice one really. And your sister." They really were the only people who were nice.

"Thanks. But she's a fashion-crazy demon." He said seriously with no humour whatsoever. I bursted out laughing.

"You think I'm joking? Just wait for her to take you on a shopping spree." He warned me. I cringed at the thought of the pretty, dancing pixie dragging me from one plush designer store to the other.

"I've got to go now, Bella. Sleep well, I'll see you in Biology." He whispered.

"Sweet Dreams." I mumbled back. He hung up and I held my phone to my chest.

This boy will be the death of me.

I can't bring my guard down though. I can't. Even if he did actually like me. He can't know why I'm so vague all the time. He'll just walk away from me- and I don't want to lose him for some reason.

Like you'd be that close to lose him in the first place.

I brushed my teeth and changed into my pyjamas before climbing into bed. It was raining and I couldn't sleep so I laid inside the covers, thinking of impossible scenarios in which I make his heart feel as he does mine until I could fall asleep. But those scenarios were pointless. Because guys like him never fell for ugly girls. And guys like him never fell for murderers.

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