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BTW, no Bella wouldn't realize her life was sort of like a book. What if YOUR life was a book? You wouldn't exactly know. Besides, this Bella is different.

Oh, and props to my Career Research/ Latin buddy Kaley for letting me use her name for this chappie. (Even if I didn't really tell her how I was using her name…) Also to nomyrara, you know who you are!

P.S. This one took TWO WEEKS to perfect, so you better enjoy it!

Disclaimer: Wait, I don't own Twilight?! Le gasp!

"Okay, see ya. Bye!" Angela rushed off like a child on a playground to my car. Jessica followed and, still looking unsure, waved.

I waved back and allowed Edward to escort me inside La Bella Puella.

We need to talk about some things, I thought as I felt the list I made earlier in my pocket.

As we walked into La Bella Puella, the hostess gave me "the scan". You know the look the popular people give the unpopular people to be satisfied with everyone else's ordinariness.

"Table for two?" she asked Edward.

"Can we please get a booth over there?" Edward tilted his head in the direction of a separate dining room used for bigger parties.

"Sure," She said. A bit coyly I might add.

She led us to a small round booth and we slid in. Well, I slid into the booth; Edward gracefully sat.

"Your server will be right with you," she left reluctantly to go get our server.

"Sooo…" I fiddled with my thumbs as I thought of a good conversation starter. "How's school?" Only I drew out the 'o' in school so that it sounded like 'schooool'. (I really do do this to my best friend. She hates it A LOT! If you wanna know more, it's all on the bottom.)

Edward raised his eyebrows in surprise. At what? I don't really know. He was just about to comment, when our waitress glided-or attempted, I should say-to our table.

"Hello," she greeted us. Or Edward I should say. (Why are all of the workers here women?!) "My name's Kaley and I'll be your server tonight."

Could she be anymore OBVIOUS? I thought as "Kaley" practically pushed her giant bazoomas in Edward's face. (AN: For those of you who don't know what "bazoomas" are, see the bottom of the page.)

I watched in amusement as Edward politely leaned away.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Kaley purred.

Edward looked over at me.

"Coke please," I said to her.

But Kaley didn't seem to hear me.

"We have a pretty wide selection here if you wanna take a look," she leaned forward as she "casually" (HA!! Her. Casual. Funny.) placed her notepad on the table and leaned closer.

Edward cleared his throat.

"Umm," Edward looked almost flustered. "We'll have two cokes, please."

"Sure," Kaley made sure that Edward (and China, I'm sure) got a good look at her bazoomas as she straightened. Slowly.

"I'll have your bread with that in a minute," Kaley clicked her tongue as she scanned Edward's body for the thousandth time. "Or less.

I barley suppress a laugh as Kaley walked away, trying to swing her hips but failing.

Then, I looked over at Edward and my laughter started up. His face was shocked, as if he'd seen his parents going at it.

"I think she was trying to convey a message," I teased. "Did it work?"

I looked at Edward's startled expression and burst out laughing again.

"Guess not," I said through my giggles. "Epic fail!"

As soon as I said that, I got quiet.

My brothers and I used to say 'epic fail' whenever someone hit on them and they politely turned them down.

Now though, with everyone gone and just me left, it didn't seem right to say it.

"Bella?" Edward asked me as I snapped to it.

"Present," I said.

Edward let out a sigh and looked down at his hands which were folded on the table.

"There are some things that we need to discuss," he said, face grim. "I think you know what I'm talking about."

And I did know. He wanted to talk about my slip-ups; the things that I had said that no one should know.

"Okay," I said. "But I hope you know that there are some things we need to discuss about you as well."

Just then, Kaley came back with "our" breadsticks and turned to face Edward.

"Have you decided what you wanted yet?" she asked.

I noticed that she said 'you' and not 'you guys' or something along those lines.

"Bella?" Edward gestured to me and she reluctantly turned to face me, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Umm," I quickly scanned the menu. "I'll have the spaghetti with extra sauce and chorizo sausage."

"And you?" she turned back to him.

"Nothing for me thanks," Edward smiled politely as he said this, but his eyes were trained on me.

"Coming right up," Kaley flounced away unsatisfied.

"So what else did you want to talk about?" I asked, reaching for a breadstick.

"I want to know what happened tonight," Edward said as he stared at me. "How did you…Was someone else…"

Edward trailed off again as I shook my head.

"Well how did you do it?" Edward was brimming with curiosity now. "I didn't hear anyone else-" Edward stopped before he could let anything else slip.

I smiled a bit as I answered. "My…family taught me how to fight."

"Your mother? Father?" Edward shook his head in disbelief. "I can't really see that happening,"

"Hmm," I said thoughtfully. "And I thought that you were the big mystery here. Now that it's solved, it seems the only mysterious person with a secret here is me."

Edward froze when I said this.

"What do you think you know?" Edward asked calmly despite his tight fists.

"I think that can wait for the ride home," I said and leaned forward to drink my Coke.

"Anyway," I said, bringing him back to the topic beforehand. "I'm not lying when I said my family taught me how to do some things. You just didn't ask which one specifically in your question."

"Well then," Edward leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Who taught you how to fight? Please tell me."

Then, for the first time, I couldn't stop staring into Edward's eyes. I mean sure, I'd looked at them before and noticed the color change, but never has anyone looked at me with such intensity that I forgot what I was thinking.

Shit, I know what this means. And it does not bode well.

"My brothers taught me," I said, breaking our gaze to fiddle with the suddenly interesting tablecloth.

"But I thought-" Edward began, but I cut him off.

"I'll tell you when the time comes, but not now."

Edward nodded and, thankfully, let it drop.

"So," I said as I sat back and finally met his gaze again. "I think the real question is not 'How did I do it?', but more of a 'How did you know where I was?'"

Edward paused for a second as he had an internal battle with himself.

"It's okay," I said softly. "You can trust me ya know."

Then, without thinking about what I was doing, I reached across the table and rested the tips of my fingers on his. Edward jerked his hand back slightly, and I can't blame him; the touch of my skin to his, is like summer meeting winter.

"I don't know if I can," he said.

"Then there's no reason to hurry. I'll be here as long as you need me. As a friend," I added quickly, making sure it didn't sound like we were going to spend eternity together.

Those words must have crumbled what resolve was left because he said, "I knew where to find you, because I can…hear a person's unspoken words."

Mind reader.

I nodded.

"Oh, you heard me and you zoomed on in," I concluded.

"Not exactly," he said.

"Hmm," I said thoughtfully and was about to ask him another question when Kaley came with my food.

"Here," she almost dropped my plate infront of me and turned to Edward. "Are you sure I can't get you anything? Is there nothing I can do to change your mind?"

I caught the double meaning behind her words and blanched into my spaghetti.

"Some more drinks would be nice," Edward gestured to the empty glasses.

I wonder what he did with his drink? Probably dumped it somewhere when I wasn't looking.

Kaley walked away.

"So," I picked up from where we had left off. "You mentioned that you didn't hear anyone else, so I assume you meant no one else besides me and the attackers. But what you didn't say, is why you were in Port Angeles in the first place."

Edward folded his hands again and smirked. "Next question."

"What?" I said, miffed. "You can't skip that question, it's the easiest one!"

"I have my reasons," Now Eward looked cautious.

"Fine," I glared at him as I unrolled my silverware and started eating.

"Okay," I said when I had taken a couple of bites. "Since you can hear unspoken things, would there be any exceptions to that?"

"Yes," Edward looked down at his hands as he answered. "Just one though."

I leaned forward in interest. "Who?"

Edward looked back up as he did that smoldering thing with his eyes.

"You."

"Okay," I picked up my fork again and mulled this over through a mouthful of spaghetti.

Finally, Kaley came back with the drinks and left, this time saying nothing. This was good, because now I had time to come up with an answer as to why he was in Port Angeles.

"Are you following me?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

Edward took a deep breath. "In a way, yes. But only because I wanted to make sure you were safe."

"Cool," I said.

"No," Edward said, teeth clenched slightly. "Not cool. Even though I followed you here, it wasn't enough-I wasn't fast enough- to save you. If you didn't react the way you did, something could have- WOULD HAVE- happened to you. And to see what they were planning-"Edward broke off.

"Don't you think that my time is up? And that maybe all of these accidents mean that I'm not supposed to be here?" I asked unthinkingly.

"Your time was up when we first met," Edward confessed. "Don't you remember?"

And I did. The flat black eyes, the hateful glares, accompanied by the uptight and rigid posture…

"Yeah," I said vaguely.

"And yet here you sit; defying all laws of logic." His eyebrows rose.

"You have no idea," I muttered.

Edward decided to ignore that for the moment.

"Anyway," he continued. "I saw your face in their minds; saw him imagine your face contorted with pain and fear." He suddenly leaned forward and swiftly covered his eyes with his hand.

"It was so…difficult-you wouldn't believe how hard it was to drive away like I did. I told myself to stay with you so that I wouldn't do anything…irrational."

"I sat back, my thoughts drifting. Sure it was a lot to take in, but I wasn't overwhelmed.

Then, he looked up, his eyes full of questions I didn't want to answer.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said.

Kaley appeared the, bill in hand, but Edward already had the check in his hand.

"Keep the change," he said and slid out of the booth.

I slid out reluctantly and we headed outside.

As we walked, the wind blew my hair back and I had a flashback of my mom brushing my hair out after a wash.

I sighed.

Edward looked at me curiously and, after opening the door for me and getting in himself, started the car and whipped out into the highway.

"Now it's your turn," Edward said grimly. "What are you hiding?"

Ok, the 'how's school?' thing I got from a Family Guy episode. Sid by Stewie by the way.

Bazoomas- boobs

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