Alright, so, last night and this morning because I felt guilty about not having a new chapter for you guys I wrote this one, and surprisingly finished it. Because of one of the reviews I got I was actually able to decide a bit of what is going to happen, though I still need your input with some ideas - I don't care how stupid you think they are, I still want to hear them, okay? So, please, do that and you might be surprised at how fast I start cranking out chapters. . .

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. There, I said it, my therapist would be proud.

I got to Biology quickly, I didn't want to be late, and sat down at my lab station where Edward wasn't sitting. I wondered why exactly he would be not going to Biology today, but that was the least of my worries.

When Mr. Banner started the class he started talking about how there was a blood drive coming up sometime in the near future and he thinks that we should all donate some of our blood to so that people that need blood transfusions and such would have some blood. He said he realized that some of us didn't know what our blood type was so we were doing blood typing today.

As soon as I heard the word "blood" I started feeling slightly dizzy. I tried to stay unaffected, but to no avail. I watched in horror as Mike raised his hand, volunteering to help Mr. Banner show the class how to do the blood typing.

I held my breath as my head swam while Mr. Banner skewered (well, poked) Mike's finger with a sharp metal rod thing, I don't know what it is called. Mike yelped a bit, the class laughed, I tried to suppress a groan. Then the worst thing happened, Mr. Banner squeezed Mike's finger and a drop of blood formed, small, circular, red, and disgusting. He squeezed the drop onto a type of telescope and then Mr. Banner set the class to do the same thing.

I heard giggles and squeaks as everyone around me began doing there own. I put my head down on my desk and concentrated on breathing through my mouth and not through my nose, the smell was making me dizzy.

"Ms. Swan? Are you feeling alright?" Mr. Banner asked me.

"Can I go to the nurse? I already know my blood type," I responded.

Mr. Banner nodded and looked around the room for someone to bring me down to the nurse, Mike jumped at then chance. He put his arm around my waist to support me and started leading me out of the room. "Keep your hand in your pocket," I told him sternly, if he took it out, I would probably flat out faint.

My head was spinning as we walked out of the classroom. It took all that I had to keep myself standing upright. I walked slowly, very aware that I was leaning heavily on Mike, trying not to pass out. I was having a hard time walking so I made Mike stop and I sat down on the curb, placing my head between my legs and breathing slowly in and out. Mike chattered away at me, asking me if I was alright and blah blah blah. I just ignored him.

I heard Edwards voice a few seconds later, "What happened? Is she okay?" I just groaned. Now Edward was coming, just great, exactly what I needed the one guy that made my knees week and my head spin, and the most infuriating person that I had ever met in the whole wide world.

I could tell that Mike was wary of the situation when he spoke, "We're doing blood typing in biology, Bella was feeling faint so I offered to bring her to the nurse." The way Mike spoke it was like he was staking a claim on me, which I didn't like in the least bit.

"My god, she looks like she's dead," I heard him mumbled under his breath right before I felt him scoop me up.

"Hey!" I cried out, "What the heck do you think you're doing?"

"I'm taking you to the nurse since you obviously don't seem to be able to get yourself there," Edward said simply and calmly. Even though my head was still spinning I couldn't help but notice the was Edwards muscles felt holding me up. I just hoped that I wouldn't puke all over him. . .

"I can walk just fine!" I told him, acutely aware of every little movement he was making.

"I'm not going to let you down, you know, so you might as well just stop putting up a fight," he told me. I let out a small "humph" and crossed my arms across my chest decided to act sulky as he carried me.

When we got to the nurses office Edward set me down on one of the beds and went to get the nurse. I told him I was fine, but he didn't listen. "You're paler than normal, you are definatly not fine." He wouldn't let me aruge with him which just made me even more anxious.

A couple of seconds later Mike came in with Eric Yorkie, and then I smelled the blood, I immeadiatly slipped out of the room, Edward was right beside me. "Why did you get out of there so fast, and without my prodding?" he asked me.

"I smelt the blood," I wrinkled my nose, not enjoying the memory of what the blood had smelt like.

Edward looked amused when I said that, I asked him what it was, but he quickly changed the subject. "Bella, what class do you have next?"

"Gym," I answered unhappily.

"I can get you out of it if you would like?" He said.

"I guess so. . . " I trailed off, worried that this might be some sort of trap.

"Alright then, all you have to do is sit there and look pale," he told me. Motioning for me to sit down.

I watched Edward talk to the secretary, she tripped over her words and blushed slightly as he talked to her. It made me wonder exactly what Edward was saying to get me out of class. A minute later he walked over to me, smiling brilliantly, his eyes sparkling. I swear I felt my heart skip a beat.

"You're all set, as long as you let me take you home," he said, leading me out of the office.

"What? I can still drive myself, It's not like I can't drive!" I told him, refusing to move.

Edward pulled me forward, not taking no for an answer, "I'll have Alice bring you truck to your house after school, so you don't have to worry about that." With that my resolve crumbled. There was something that drew me to Edward, like moths to light, and I wasn't about to pass up spending some quality alone time with him - I still was working on figuring him out.

"Fine," I huffed as I followed him to his car and 'unhappily' got in. I was immensely happy when I realized that the car smelled like him. In what I hoped was a discreet way I inhaled, trying to take it all in. I was sure that I would have looked crazy to him if he had caught me doing that.

Edward drove me home, and he had Debussy playing in his car which made me like him even more. I made sure to tell him I loved Debussy, and was pleasantly surprised when his eyes lit up when I told him. Edward and I talked the whole time we were in his car, i stopped sulking almost immediately. He threw questions at me, I answered, and then threw one right back at him. I was completely enthralled by him, and I knew it.

When I finally managed to tear myself out of the conversation we had been having we had been sitting in my driveway for at least a good hour, I got out quickly, telling Edward good bye, and I walked up to the house. I looked back over my shoulder before I went inside, and I smiled at Edward, I couldn't believe how crazy my life was right then. I couldn't believe that Edward was showing interest in me. Me! Of all people.

Little did I know that after that night, things would become even more crazy and complicated than I had ever imagined.

An Entry from The Book of Creatures:

Pixies (Cont.):

The first time a Pixie makes the full transformation usually happens after sun down. Something about the transformation to night from day sets it off, this will only happen once the Pixie that is changing can physically handle it, not necessarily mentally. It is quite common for newly changed Pixies to commit suicide because they don't know how to deal with their new self, they don't know how to handle keeping the secret for fear of being sent away to an insane asylum (which has happened).

Alrighty, did you enjoy that chapter? Yes I know, it wasn't that great, it was really just a filler chapter. I promise the next one will be better, and guess what? If I get five reviews I'll be motivated to wright the next chapter and will probably get it out today. . . just so you know. And remember, when you review I don't just want to hear ' you're story is great, keep going!' I want to hear what I can improve on so I can write better and make this story even awesomer.