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This is in Bella's point of view.
Chapter 3: Untamed
Last time: We make it to downtown in no time. I feel embarrassed about my words a few minutes ago. I shouldn't have been so ungrateful for him literally saving my life and virtue. I turn to him to apologize and thank him… and he's gone.
My eyes water up immediately. It stings that he leaves so swiftly. Goodness, am I that insufferable to be around? Am I worth being saved? He's probably upset that he had to hurt those two men for me. At that thought, a rock forms in the pit of my stomach.
Something else bothers me suddenly: how on earth did he know that I needed help? Not only that, but there wasn't anyone else around – how did he know where I was?
He was so fast, he knocked those two men unconscious in less than a second – granted they were drunk, but realistically, I don't just see that happening as a normal thing.
His hands were cold and comforting… he'd held my hand…
"Bella!"
I look up the lit main street to see Jessica and Angela waving to me.
"Hello", I say to them. I don't want to tell them what happened to me; I don't want the questions.
They're standing in front of a dress shop, gazing inside the window at an exquisite cream colored ball gown.
"Where have you been?" Angela asks me with wide eyes, "We thought you'd been drug off by Edward Cullen". Jessica laughs loudly at this.
"Oh, no – I was just looking around. I haven't been here in the city for so long", I said, laughing a little.
"Oh Angela, let's go inside", Jessica says.
"I feel too jealous, I can't afford any of these things on my own", Angela says, following her inside anyway.
Before I follow them in and pretend I've had an uneventful evening so far, I stand to gather my bearings. I straighten my dress and take a deep breath. I feel strange.
I feel like I'm being watched.
I turn my head to the right and see Edward standing with Alice down the street. She's staring at him intently, like she's trying to reach him on another level; he's staring at me. His expression strikes me: he's worried. At first, I decide to leave him be and walk inside the shop and be happy with dresses, but I stop myself.
I need answers.
I turn around and walk swiftly over to him. Alice's head stops its bobbing and then turns to me. Edward steps forward and inclines his head.
"Can I speak to you please, Mr. Cullen?" I ask diplomatically.
"Is it prudent that you speak to me now?" He says nonchalantly.
"It is of the greatest urgency", I reply in a lower voice, hoping only he can hear.
I see one of Alice's eyebrows go up and Edward looks down.
"If it is important", he begins to walk away, down the street a little, I follow him.
He comes to a stop at a light post on the edge of the block, near where he left me, "What is it you need to say?" He stands about four or five inches taller than me, dismantling my courage with those golden amber eyes.
"How did you find me – in that alley way; there wasn't a soul anywhere", I say up to his face.
He smirks, "Not a soul, eh?"
I scoff, "just answer me, please".
His smirk smoothes out onto his perfect face, "Right place, right time. I heard a scuffle, and there you were."
"Impossible", I say under my breath.
He catches it, "Are you sorry? You're here aren't you; instead of lying in a ditch somewhere", his eyes turn cold when he says this.
"No I am not sorry. You obviously are – you've been staring daggers at me all day. I know you attempted to be excused from dancing lessons – I heard you. You're sorry for stepping in, but I thank you because you saved my life – in more ways than one", I can feel my cheeks turn warm from my outburst and I turn to walk away.
Something stops me, I turn to look down – there's that cold hand holding mine once again. Internally, I breathe out a sigh of relief I didn't know had built up. Touching him is consoling – what an odd phenomenon.
I look up to his face, his eyes are intense, his jaw taught and his mouth in a firm line, "I am not sorry about what I did", his grip loosens on my hand and his eyes melt into caramel, "and you're welcome". He takes a deep breath and looks as if he's going to say something else, but abruptly let go and walks away.
I know, I know – short chapter, right? I am going to a friend's house tonight, so I decided that a short chapter was better than none. I hope you agree. By the way, I love the Edward I've begun to shape. Please review and let me know what you think.
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