Thank you to everyone who reviewed and put me on their alerts and favorites lists.

Also, I rewrote this because a couple of people made good points. Mike is a ghost and I somehow managed to forget that small detail. Sorry about that. So this isn't changed too much, but I hope it clarifies things.

And writing everything so short is just my writing style. Some of my other stories have even shorter sentences, almost to the point of being a poetry-type format.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Chapter 5

The next day back in Biology, I greet Edward with a 'hello', though he doesn't reply. I suppose I didn't expect him to, though.

After that, days turned into weeks, and soon a month passed.

I continued to stare at him, still.

But Mike is annoying.

Very, very annoying.

He is a wonderful distraction from Edward, though.

"Jessica asked me to the spring dance," Mike says.

Hmm… haven't seen her around.

"Who is she?" I ask.

By now, I've at least gotten used to him.

"Another ghost, obviously. Died 1889," he explains.

"So what do you exactly do during the spring dance?"

Mike shrugs. "We dance. Sometimes we trip people."

I scowl at him. "Don't do that."

He's about to say something but shuts his mouth and disappears.

Odd…

Sighing as the bell rings, I head to Biology.

I hide behind my curtain of hair, but I soon hear Edward. "Bella?"

I look at him, confused and shocked. "So are you speaking to me now?"

"No. Not really."

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath. "Then what do you want, Edward?"

"I'm sorry. I was really rude. But it's better this way."

I open my eyes, confused. "I don't know what you mean."

"It's better if we're not friends," he explains.

"I wish you could have figured that out sooner and saved yourself all the regret."

"Regret for what?"

"For saving me."

"I don't regret that, Bella."

The bell rings, and as I rush out of the classroom, a ghost appears by my side and knocks my books out of my hands.

Edward darts to my side, and as soon as he does the ghost disappears. He collects my books and hands them to me.

"Thank you," I say coldly.

"You're welcome," he replies, matching my tone.

And with that, I leave.

So what do you think? Should the next chapter be the blood-typing scene? Or should I do another Edward POV except make it longer?

And again, sorry for the confusion.

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