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Bella's POV

16 years old

Me? Ok, now that's just freaky. I scoffed.

"No way." I concluded.

"Believe me Bella, it's gonna happen to you, and you know my 'feelings' are always correct, coincidence or not." Alice declared.

"You're just crazy." I shook my head and gathered my trash. "Well, the bell's gonna ring, so I'm gonna make my way to class." I stood up, smoothed down my hair, and strode off.

"Wait Bella!" Alice shouted suddenly, standing up on the bench.

I stopped, and reluctantly turned around.

"Yes?" I asked impatiently. I didn't want to hear any more about her psycho feelings.

"Watch your back." She warned, looking one hundred percent serious.

"O…kay?" I made it sound like a question.

She nodded, and sat back down.

I shook my head, and walked off to my biology class. The one class I had with Edward. We'd always sit together, and make wise cracks at Mr. Molina, but lately he'd taken to sitting with Tanya. I'm pretty sure that Tanya had changed her whole schedule just to fit Edward's. I bet Edward was just jumping with glee. When I reached the classroom, I took my usual seat, and since Edward had been sitting with Tanya, I was stuck with the vile Michael Newton. I hesitantly sat down, and kept forward, not wanting to speak with him in any way.

"Afternoon." He said in a chipper voice. Why won't he just leave me alone?

I gave a nod in his direction to acknowledge him. He huffed, and crossed his arms. I grinned; maybe he'd leave me alone now…yeah, in what universe?

"So, Bella," He began, ignoring my rudeness from earlier. "What's new?"

I shuddered. Why is he talking to me again?

"Look, Mike, I'd really appreciate it if you just left me alone today. I'm not really in the mood to deal with your crap. So just keep your trap shut, and we won't have any problems." I warned, and for what I hoped was the last time, I turned to the front.

Before Mr. Molina came in, Edward came rushing into the classroom, with what I thought was a satisfied look on his face. He practically skipped to his desk, and plopped down, all the while looking as if he were about to break into song like one of those cheesy Disney movies. What has gotten into him? For the rest of the class period, I sat thinking, and thankfully, Tanya never showed. I wonder what's with her. Mike had taken my threat seriously, and didn't utter a word to me the whole period. I wasn't quiet the whole time though. While I was off in one of my daydreams, Mr. Molina called me to answer a question I hadn't heard. I stuttered and fidgeted, until Edward very smoothly "coughed" out the answer. I turned slightly to maybe thank him, but he wasn't even looking at me. I groaned and faced forward, yet again, wondering, why all of a sudden Edward decided to acknowledge my presence, when for the past couple of weeks he'd acted like I didn't exist. When the bell rang, Edward sprang out of his seat, as if he really wanted to go to his next class. I sat there dazed for a minute, until I broke out of it, grabbed my stuff, and headed for English.

As I was approaching the classroom, I felt someone grab my shoulder, and pull me into the janitor's closet. My first instinct was to scream, but for some reason, I didn't. I backed up against one of the shelves, and tried to decipher who could've possibly done this to me.

The light flickered on, and I gasped at who I saw.

It was Edward.

He was standing there in all his glory.

"What the hell, Edward?" I gasped out, clutching at my chest.

"Did I scare you?" He smirked, raising his right eyebrow.

I decided to ignore the question. "Would you mind telling me why you pulled me into a janitor's closet?"

"I wanted to talk to you." He informed, running a hand through his hair.

"And you thought scaring the hell outta me was the best way to go? Well congratulations Edward, you won. What do you want? A handclap? Or better yet, a stuffed animal." I retorted in the most sarcastic tone I could come up with.

He frowned. "I don't remember you this angry."

"Well, maybe if you'd have spent time with me, I wouldn't be this angry." I muttered, gazing furiously at him as he stared uncondescendingly back.

"Oh, so this is my fault now?" He asked, appalled.

"I never said that, but if you wanna make your own accusations, be my guest." I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

We were silent for a while, until I realized that we were exceptionally late for class.

"I've got to go—" I started.

"Wait Bella," He pleaded, and grabbed my wrist as it was reaching for the door handle.

"What?" I asked annoyance prominent on my face.

"I broke up with Tanya." He muttered bluntly, letting go of my hand, and placing his in his pockets.

I froze. So that was why she never showed up to class. She was probably too humiliated to show her face. I turned back to him, momentarily forgetting that we would probably get detention for our tardiness. I simply didn't care at the moment. I struggled for a response.

"So, why are you telling me?" I finally rasped out, taking a step back. For some reason, I needed to get as much distance between us as I could in the cramped janitor's closet. Curse him for choosing such a small space.

"Because Bella," He began, wringing his hands that he took out of his pockets in an attempt to reach out to me. He took some slow steady breaths, calming himself. What is wrong with him? He's never acted like this before, but now all of a sudden, he wants to be the Cowardly Lion. He took one more deep breath before opening his mouth and uttering what could be the best and worst words of my life. "I'm in love with you."

I froze, again. All blood drained from my face. I had no clue what to do. I wish I had one of those 8-balls things so I could ask it what I was supposed to next. I was stuck. So, I did the first thing that came to mind. I ran. I reached for the door handle, threw it open, and bolted. I don't even know why I did it. I'd thought of what I would do if this situation ever presented itself. I was supposed to tell him I felt the exact same, and he would whisk me away, we would get married and have beautiful kids. Yeah, I know, that's a long shot. Still a girl can dream, right?

I ran straight to the girls room, crying all the way there. I had no clue why I was crying, I just was. When I got to the restroom, I blindly fidgeted for my phone, and texted both Rose and Alice.

Come 2 the girls' room…hurry! -B

I sent that, and sank to the floor, closing my eyes in the process. Not really knowing what was happening to me. A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open, and I felt two figures slide down next to me.

"Bells?" I heard Rose's soft voice.

I tilted my head toward her, and opened one eye.

"What happened?" She asked, hesitantly.

I wiped my eyes on my sleeves, and tried opening my mouth, but was only met with more tears and sobs.

Why was I crying? This was dumb. He'd finally told me he loved me; granted he told me in a janitor's closet, but that's beside the point. He told me, and I ran. Like a chicken. That's exactly what I was. Isabella Swan the Chicken. Maybe I could get a chicken suit, and walk around flapping my arms, going "bawk" like a real one.

I sobered up, and stood to wash my face out in the sink. After I was done, I turned around and faced my sisters.

"Well, he told me he loved me." I admitted.

There was a beat of silence, then, their squeals were deafening. I covered my ears, and flinched away. They sent apologetic looks my way once they saw my face.

"Sorry." Alice said.

I shrugged.

"But why are you crying? I thought this was what you wanted." Rose mused, walking over to the counter and plopping on top of it.

"It is, it's just…Ugh! I don't know!" I said, going to sit beside her.

"Well, what did you do when he told you he loved you?" Alice asked, coming down, and sitting on the other side of me.

"….I...ran…" I admitted, sheepishly.

"Wow." They breathed at the same time.

"Why?" Alice wondered.

"I guess…I guess I just feel…used?" I answered.

"How?" Rose asked this time.

"I…don't…know. I mean, why didn't he just tell me?" I questioned. I leaned back on the counter, and gazed at the plain white stall in front of me. Then, suddenly a certain memory came back to me. It was of Edward and me a few weeks ago when he had his "problem".

"…He's worried about their friendship."

Our friendship? So, if he's worried about our friendship why would he all of a sudden tell me now, instead of later? Oh my Goodness! Why does this have to be so confusing? I sighed heavily. I wonder where he'd be now. Wherever he was, I would be avoiding him like the plague.

"Bells, we're gonna head back to class, ok?" Alice spoke up, hopping down and hugging me.

"O…K." I answered slowly, delayed by my sudden confusion.

"We'll see you in about 45 minutes." Rose added, mimicking Alice and inching her way toward the door.

"Yeah, yeah…sure." I babbled, dismissively.

I hopped down, and made my way to the parking lot. I'd already missed most of the second part of my day; this was the last period, so there really was no need for me to stay. I made it to the parking lot, and scanned it for my truck, when I realized, I'd ridden with Jasper and Alice. Great. I spotted their car, and leaned against it, waiting.

Why had I ran? There was no way I could answer that question. I guess I was…scared? Of what? Commitment? No. Getting hurt? Hell yes. How many women go into a relationship in perfect condition, and then come out all crumpled and life-ridden? Too many. So, in that case, I should have every right to be scared, shouldn't I? But still, why wouldn't he have just told me instead of going out with that insufferable girl? And why would he tell me in a janitor's closet? A janitor's closet. Edward is many things, but futile wasn't one of them. I'd imagined many a time how Edward would confess his love to me. At the beach at sunset? That seemed more like him, but a janitor's closet. So, amateur. But, there was only one question that was plaguing my mind. Do I love him?

"HELL YES!" I suddenly exclaimed.

"What. The. Hell." I heard a very masculine, velvety voice from behind me. I could tell that voice anywhere.

I froze immediately; humiliation over taking me. Oh My Gosh. Why did I have to be such an idiot sometimes? Slowly, I turned around to face his smirking form, a grimace gracing my features.

"Why the long face?" Edward questioned.

I shrugged; trying to act indifferent, but inside I was burning with nervousness.

A moment of awkward silence passed between us. The way he was staring me made me shift uncomfortably. Finally after about 5 minutes, he said something.

"So," He mumbled, fumbling with his keys.

"Mm." I grunted.

Awkward silence.

"Bella." He finally sighed.

I looked down, at the ground, suddenly it became uncharacteristically interesting.

"Bella." He tried again. "Look at me." He reached a lone hand out to me, but I shrunk back, afraid of my reaction. A look of hurt crossed his face, and he shoved his hands into his pocket, rocking back onto his heels. He turned as if to leave, but suddenly whipped back around.

"Listen, I just wanted to let you know, that I do in fact love you, try as you might to not believe me, but I do, and I will not stop fighting until you become mine." And with that, he spun on his heel, and headed back to his car.

I stood there, dazed and confused. What the hell?

I slid down onto to wet gravel, leaned up against the car, and waited for my sisters and friends to get out of class.

.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.

"…and then, he just left." I finished explaining what happened to my sisters. We had declared this night "sleepover night", which we were currently having in my room. We were going to stay up all night, talking and doing sisterly stuff; we weren't going to school tomorrow, instead we were going to some place with boys, and by boys, yes I do include Edward. Alice and Rose were going to make him go.

"Wow." Alice sighed, placing her hand over her heart, staring dreamily out in space.

"That sounds like a promise to me." Rose piped.

I nodded, popping a marshmallow into my mouth.

"What're you gonna do Bells?" Al asked, coming back to reality.

"I honestly haven't the slightest clue." I vowed, shaking my head in confusion.

"Well, how about you talk to him tomorrow!" Rose proclaimed, clapping excitedly as if she had come up with the greatest plan in the world; which, in her mind, she probably had.

"But what would I say?" I replied, rubbing my forehead in concern.

"Do you love him?" Alice questioned, reaching over me to grab some chips.

"Well, yes but—"

"There're no if, and's, or but's about it." Rose stated.

"If. And. But." I spluttered uselessly.

Rose suddenly stood, shaking the excess crumbs from her PJ's, and pointed a perfectly manicured hand in my direction.

"Isabella Gale Marie Victoria Swan!" She yelled.

"What? That's not my name." I pointed out.

"Well, duh, Captain Obvious." Rose scoffed. "I just like adding names to yours, its fun." She finished, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I shook my head. How am I related to her?

"Now, you are going to talk to Edward tomorrow, and you two are gonna get together, and you're gonna like it, do I make myself clear?" She wailed.

I nodded stiffly, butterflies fluttering about inside of my stomach. How was I gonna survive that?

Edward's POV (YAY!)

"Dude, why the hell would you do that?" Jasper exclaimed, throwing popcorn at my head.

We were currently camped out in my room, talking. I'd just finished telling them about what I'd done today, and, like the brothers they were, they chastised me. I mean what had I done wrong?

"Jazz, I don't know. What was wrong with what I did?" I asked, looking out my window and into Bella's, my curtains were open for once, only to find that the girls were doing something quite similar to us. I inwardly smiled.

"Firstly, you pulled her into a janitor's closet!" He quipped, throwing his hands up.

"What's with everyone and the janitor's closet?" I groaned, burying my head into my pillow.

"It's not romantic, dude. Even I know that." Emmett spoke up from devouring the grande sandwich he'd concocted.

"Ugh!" I moaned, throwing my pillow at his head.

"Quit being such a girl. How about Jazz and I help you?" He suggested, throwing the pillow back, hitting me square on the forehead.

"How?" I asked, rubbing the sore spot; Emmett has quite an arm.

"Easy. We'll give you pointers." He declared, poking out his chest triumphantly.

"Oh, this is gonna be good." I muttered, waiting for them to start.

"Ok. First, don't ever do the janitor's closet thing again…in your life!" Jasper started, putting down the bag of chips he'd been munching on. Emmett was nodding along with every word Jazz said. I rolled my eyes; how was I related to them again?

"Yeah, dude, that's a big 'no-no'." Emmett chimed in.

"All you have to do is be your usual suave, smooth talking self. Be aggressive, don't take no for an answer!" Jasper commanded. I nodded, playing along with the charade.

"Be assertive. Take action!" Emmett boomed, waving his arms around.

"Yeah. Be calm and collected." Jasper suggested, standing and smoothing his golden locks, much like they used to do back in the 50's.

"And most importantly…" Emmett started, but paused mid-sentence and glanced at Jasper, who smirked. They both turned to me, and shouted,

"Get the girl!"

Cheesy much?

I rolled my eyes. "You guys practiced that didn't you?" I asked incredulous.

"No." "Yes."

They said at the same time. Then, they both glanced at each other and then nodded at me.

"You guys are such girls." I laughed.

"Laugh all you want, Edwina, but we'll see who'll be laughing tomorrow when you're gonna be following our advice!" Emmett bellowed, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Real mature bro." I remarked, lying back on my pillows.

He just shrugged.

I started thinking about how I should approach Bella tomorrow. Should I wait a few hours, until we were well into the day's activities, and then drop the bomb on her? Should I approach her in the morning and ruin her whole day if I said the wrong things? Or should I approach her at the end of the day, only to have her hating me all night and the following day? I sighed. Why does this have to be so confusing? Fact of the matter is, I love Bella. I always have. Maybe I should just go from there; make her realize that I'd only been a jerk to her these last few weeks because I was jealous. Maybe, in some other world, she'd admit that she loves me back…maybe. Sigh. I really hope—

I was knocked out of my reverie by none other than Emmet throwing his pillow at my forehead; as if it wasn't already sore.

"WHAT!" I yelled, sitting up to look him in the eyes.

"Uh, wanna play a game?" He asked, innocently.

I groaned and threw his pillow back.

"Go to sleep Emmett." I grumbled, lying down and closing my eyes.

"I don't wanna!" He whined, like the 5 year old he was.

I heard Jasper sigh, and get up to turn out the lights.

"The sooner you go to sleep, Em, the sooner you get to see Rosie." He mocked.

"Gasp. Rosie!" Emmett exclaimed, and climbed into his sleeping bag.

I shook my head. No way am I related him.

I turned over to face Bella's window, and found that the girls had fallen asleep as well. Bella's magnificent face was lit by the moonlight, and I could see her sleeping form. She was more beautiful than ever, but I'm sure I've caused her more heartache than anyone; no way could she love me after that.

Oh, how was I gonna survive tomorrow?

Well, peeps! Chapter 5...finally! Hope you enjoyed it, and review PLEASE! I'm begging!

Ok, so, updates might be way slower since I'm in school and I'm doing volleyball and marching band and my schedule is waaaaaayyyyyy jammed...I'm gonna try to update ASAP though...Don't worry readers, you haven't lost me yet! Anywho, that's about it.

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