Author's Note: I hope that you all enjoyed chapter 3. I don't really have much to say at the moment so I will just get on with it.
I would like to dedicate this chapter to a very special friend of mine. She was the person that talked about Twilight so incessantly that I just had to see what all the hype was about. Now, here I am, writing a Twific. It's entirely your fault! I'm just kidding. I love you! Congratulations with graduation. We've had a great year and I can't wait to party it up with you at B&N.
And to my loving boyfriend, don't be offended by my lovely disclaimer. You should be happy that I have such great taste. If you're good, maybe I'll dedicate a certain chapter to you. I'm sure you can only imagine which chapter that will be. Haha. I know. You don't have to say it; I'm awesome to have around.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It all belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I could never claim the world and characters she has created. I am just having a little bit of fun with them. However, should she like to hand over Edward and his silver Volvo, I would certainly not object.
Chapter IV: Highly Desirable
"What was up with you the day before last?"
That was the greeting Edward received when he crossed the threshold of Stoker Wednesday morning. He looked to his left to see Mary Alice leaning against the wall, clearly waiting for his arrival. She followed him as he continued down the hallway, ignoring her only to make her mad. She danced around him, putting her face close to his to look him over. She poked him in the back and stomach, trying to bother the truth out of him. She dutifully followed him into an empty classroom where he shut the door and turned towards her, an angry look on his weary face.
"What is your deal, Brandon?" he asked sounded thoroughly annoyed. It worked. He could tell that Mary Alice was worried about what she had done and what had happened. But her worry quickly turned to anger.
"What's my deal? What's yours?" she retorted, her hands on her hips. It was her defensive stance. Edward had become acquainted with it well over the years.
"What do you mean?" He figured it would be more fun to play along. True, he was still tired from being up for over twenty four hours but he had missed messing with Mary Alice.
"Well, first, you disappeared from school on Monday with Isabella Swan and I had to walk home. I stopped by your house to check if everything was okay and you had yourself locked up downstairs. You wouldn't even let your parents see you. Then you weren't in school yesterday and when I stopped by again, you were passed out on the couch downstairs. No one could wake you up. Your parents said that you had been up all night and hadn't eaten since lunch on Monday. I knew that was wrong since you retired to the music room so I'm guessing you went approximately two days without food. No wonder you look like you run over by Newton's roadster." She finally took a deep breath having said everything in her usual rush. She looked at him and stared him down. "Now, tell me, what was going on?"
Edward faked a sigh as though it was difficult to let her knew what was going on. "Well, you see…I finished my original!" He smiled victoriously, obviously impressed with himself.
Mary Alice did not disappoint. She jumped up and down, screamed a few times, and pulled Edward into a bear hug. "Oh, I can't believe you finished! Which version was it? December 12? I always liked that one. A little raw but certainly doable. Or maybe January 4. Oh, October 21! It was October 21, wasn't it?"
Edward shook his head. "No, it was none of the above. Actually, it was February 27."
Mary Alice just stared at him. "But you didn't start writing that early, did you? I thought it wasn't until summer." She looked at him as realization dawned. She gasped and started laughing. "You mean you just started it on Monday? Wow, I can't believe that was it. After all this time, you finally got it." She smiled at him as she settled into a chair nearby. She looked up at him, her smile showing her pride for him even though he could already feel it. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?"
Edward sat across from her and smiled back. He stared out the window. The snow that he had been looking at two days prior was completely gone. The time seemed ages ago when he would not even touch a piano without the proper incentive. He laughed lightly and nodded. "It was better. I'm…so proud of it." He laughed again and looked at her. "I can't describe it. I wish I could but it's impossible."
"I'm happy for you. So, what did the Masens have to say about it?" she asked, her eyes glowing. She knew as well as he that Mr. Masen was secretly hoping Edward would fail to make his first composition in time for the audition so he would attend law school.
"I didn't have the pleasure of talking to them yet. I slept in and rushed out the door without even saying 'good morning'." He leaned back in his chair. He was still exhausted and thinking about it only made it worse.
"Oh, so that's the reason for your wrinkled and untidy ensemble." Mary Alice eyed him with disapproval. He looked down to see that his shirt was not tucked in, his tie was loose around his neck, his socks did not match, one shoe was untied, and he was sure that his hair was in more disarray than usual. He stood to fix himself up as Mary Alice peered up at him again with bright eyes. "When will I hear it?"
"Huh?" he asked unintelligibly as he tucked his shirt in and tried to smooth out his slacks at the same time.
"Hear your original?" she said again, annoyed that he was not paying attention to the conversation. Mary Alice liked the lime light.
"Oh, um…" he looked down at her, his glance quizzical. "Well, I don't know. Might be a while. Um…someone else should hear it first, I suppose…." He broke off as he fidgeted with trying to smooth his hair down. He did not look at her, afraid at what expression he might find on her face.
"Oh. Well then." She smiled brightly. Edward knew what she was thinking. He always knew what she was thinking. But he could not bring himself to answer the question before she asked it. Part of him hoped she did not ask it.
He was wrong.
"Who should hear it first? And when might that be? I've been waiting for this moment for over six months, Junior."
Edward shrugged and did not answer. He knew that she already knew the answer to her own question. Part of him thought that she had always known, since before he even met the object that created the music in him. Part of him knew that she had been waiting for it to happen. Part of him knew that she had already heard his first original. Part of him knew that she already loved it.
Mary Alice shrugged in response to his shrug and made her way to the door. She stopped at the doorstep and turned around with a smile on her face once again. "Oh, and your fly's open." With that, she walked out laughing, her thoughts devious.
Edward glared after her, zipped up, and followed her out into the hallway only to move in the opposite direction towards his first class.
He first few classes consisted of catching up from missing the day before. He barely had time to think of anything else. In reality, he threw himself into his class work so as to avoid thinking of other things. But in moments of silence, his recently written lullaby would pop through and he could see Isabella sleeping on her couch in his mind's eye. It was maddening, not to mention inconvenient. It seemed as though whenever he thought of her, he would get a blank look on his face. Mary Alice was to thank for that particular observation.
He told Mary Alice that he would be skipping lunch to play in the music room. She gave him a knowing smile and parted with him as she made her way to the cafeteria. Something in her leaving comment caused him to wonder what exactly she was hiding. Conveniently, she had started thinking of something else before Edward could try to figure it out. She knew him too well.
He sat down once again at the piano. It was a completely different experience from when he last sat there two days ago. He actually wanted to play and not just because he could sense that he had a visitor outside the room.
He placed his fingers on the keys and a feeling of being at home took over him. He realized now how uncomfortable and lost he had been for that past month and a half. It was all flooding back in a way that writing his piece could not make him feel. He was so absorbed by the music in his head that he did not get the chance to appreciate the feeling of the keys beneath his fingers and the knowledge of knowing that the music that surrounded him was a result of his playing.
He had once again begun playing "Moonlight Sonata" without being entirely conscious of it. He smiled, knowing that it was probably the best he had ever played it for Isabella. With the music finally running through him once again, it seemed that every sound had some kind of musical quality to it. Even the laugh that his playing had produced from the girl outside the room was more musical that ever before.
"H-h-hello, Miss S-swan," a squeaky, nervous voice said over the soft melody that was issuing from the piano. Edward believed that it belonged to a small, whinny boy in his English class last year. His name, if Edward's memory served him correctly, was Eric Something-Or-Other. So, his memory was not top notch but it worked for the most part. From what Edward could gather as he played softer as to hear their conversation (it was truly Mary Alice's fault that he was eavesdropping) was that Eric intended to ask Isabella to some party. His thoughts were just as jumbled and nervous as his words.
"Oh, hello…um…Eric," she said, unable to keep the surprise out of her voice. It seemed as though she could not remember his surname either. "How are you today?"
"I-I'm doing w-w-well. Y-y-y-yourself?" he asked in response, questioning himself as to why he approached her in the first place.
"I'm doing quite lovely, thank you."
"S-so, I w-was w-wondering if you w-would like to a-a-accompany me to the B-B-Black's party on Friday?"
"Oh," surprise was once again threaded through her angelic voice. While Edward could not be sure, he was almost certain that Eric's request was not what she had been expecting. "Well, thank you for the offer, Eric. I'm truthfully flattered. However, I'm afraid that I will attending the Black soirée with my father."
While Isabella certainly handled the situation graciously, he could tell that she was clearly uncomfortable by the forwardness of Eric's proposal. Eric himself was highly dejected by the rejection and left without a proper goodbye. Edward did his best not to start laughing as he gathered his books and started out the door. The circumstances were quite humorous but it would only embarrass Isabella if she were to find out that he had heard the entire conversation, especially from his distance. She would know that he had been listening and that was a sure fire way to get her to want to be with him.
Not.
As he walked down the hallway, he saw Isabella herself only a few steps ahead of him. She seemed to stumble slightly under her load of books and he rushed up to help her. He grabbed a book that was just about to hit the ground. She jumped out of surprise then smiled as he straightened up to smile at her. She reached to take her book back but laughed as he shook his head and added it to his own pile under his right arm.
"Hello, Edward," she said, her laughter still evident in her smooth voice.
"Hello, Isabella. Feeling better from Monday?" he asked as he looked over her complexion carefully. He had no desire to see her turn that shade of green or faint on him again.
"You can stop examining me as you are. I'm quite fine today." She laughed as she gave his shoulder a friendly, lighthearted shove. Edward staggered as though it actually did some damage which earned another laugh from her heavenly mouth.
"That is good to hear." He gained a serious tone as he looked at her again full on. "I must apologize for missing yesterday and leaving you alone with our cadaver. I…ah…had something to take care of."
Isabella nodded but, bless her soul, looked worried. "Is everything all right?"
Edward nodded as well, hiding the laugh that he wanted to cry out for her unnecessary worry. "Oh, everything is quite alright. It was nothing of that nature, I can assure you." They walked into the Biology lab with Edward, who prided himself in being a gentleman, opening the door and allowing Isabella to enter first. He gathered all of their supplies from the front table and met her back at their station. "Did everything work out yesterday with my absence?"
She smiled at him as she pulled her apron on over her uniform. "Yes, thank you. I was able to work with Angela and Michael. I didn't have to do a thing. Michael handled it all."
Edward nodded stiffly, pulling on the gloves. "Yes, Michael is good for that sort of thing." He was sure that Isabella heard the edge in his voice but she decided to ignore it. "Well, we'll have a lot of catching up to do today. Do you have your packet?" Isabella produced it and set it down in front of him as he sat down. Just then, Mr. Marks passed out the frogs. Isabella promptly turned her gaze away. "Just focus on me, Isabella." He looked her directly in the eyes. "There is nothing on this table. It's just you and me talking." She laughed and stared right back at him. He smiled at her as he picked up the scalpel and made the first incision. "Just watch my left ear, nothing else." She laughed again. "So, tell me about your life prior to Naperville." She sighed and he heard her sit back in her stool. He looked up to see her with a small frown on her pleasant face. "If you don't want to talk about it…."
"No," she said, cutting him off from saying anymore. "No, it's fine. Just…no one here has really asked me much about it. Just the standard 'Where did you live before?'" She sighed again and he could hear her fiddling with the fabric of her skirt. "As I am sure you have heard, I used to live in Pennsylvania with my mother. We moved out there just after I was born, right after my mother and father split. She just recently passed away which is why I suddenly reunited with my father."
Edward looked up after her confession and looked her in the eyes. They seemed troubled and upset but he figured now was not the time to question her about it. "I'm sorry for your loss."
She stared at him for a moment more and then smiled. Edward believed she was trying to gage whether or not he truly meant his condolences. "Thank you. It's been hard but I'm so lucky that my father was there to help me through it."
Edward nodded but could not help but think back to the night of her party when they were arguing over her seeking friendship with Edward. He wondered if her mother would have been that overbearing about a stupid misunderstanding that had taken place over six months prior. But that was Police Chief Swan. "Well, what about school? Friends?"
She smiled as she looked back on her memories. Edward returned back to the task at hand, waiting for her to continue. "Well, I attended Meyer Preparatory. It was a relatively large school. You could probably fit about five Stokers in the building. The school consisted of about four or five surrounding towns. I don't believe I knew half of the people in my class." She laughed, obviously engulfed in the memory of a large school that her current one could not even compare to.
"Is it strange to be going to such a small school?" Edward asked. He could not imagine going to a school with five hundred students in one class where as their class now only had about a hundred and twenty five, even that could be pushing it.
"Well, not really. It's different though. For instance, no one at Meyer Prep would have noticed if there was a new student, at least not at first like here. Most people would assume that they did not have any classes with them or that they just never really paid attention. I must admit that it was odd to be getting so much attention just for being new."
Edward laughed. "Yes, well, you must remember that it does not occur very often. It is rare for a new family to move into Naperville."
She laughed as well. "What about you, Edward? What's your family like? I only met them briefly."
"Well, there really is not much to relate about the Masens," he said, earning a smile from Isabella. "My father, Edward Masen Senior, is a lawyer. He's the head of the Law Offices of Edward Masen. It is no secret that he is praying for me to go to law school so I can take it over one day." He laughed at the idea, certain that Isabella would think he was insane.
"But I thought that it was a given that you would be attending the Institute of Musical Art in New York?" she asked, clearly confused. Edward was caught off guard and he looked at her with a quizzical brow. She laughed nervously and a blush of crimson appeared on her cheeks. The sight made his stomach flip over. "People here talk," was all she said.
He nodded as he got back to work on the frog. "Well, that is the plan but if I don't get in with my audition, then I'm headed to some prestigious law school in New England whether I like it or not. That was the agreement that I am now forced to abide by. Besides, if I don't attend a university, my mother is terrified that I will be drafted into the war."
Isabella sighed. "Well, it is a rational fear."
Edward nodded. "Indeed. Now my mother, Elizabeth Masen, stays at home. She runs the household. It is a rarity to find her without either a book in her hand or a pen and paper. She loves poetry and she enjoys writing her own little short stories. They used to be my bed time stories." He laughed. "That's about it, I'm afraid."
She laughed as well. "They sound lovely. And it looks like class is almost over." All around them, their classmates were cleaning up. Isabella turned away as he cleaned up their specimen and handed it off to Mr. Marks. She helped him to clean off the utensils but she kept her head averted as if to pretend she was doing something else. As she was drying off her hands, Newton approached her. Edward shook his head and concealed a laugh with a cough. If he was about to ask Isabella what Edward thought he was, it would take more than a cough to cover up a laugh.
"Hello, Isabella. Masen." Newton gave Edward a sneer to which Edward replied with a curt nod. "Were you well today?"
Isabella nodded with a soft smile. "Yes, thank you. Edward kept me sufficiently distracted." She smiled warmly up at Edward as he gave her back her back her dissection packet.
"How kind of him," Newton replied but his tone suggested anything but. "I was wondering if I could ask you something, Is."
She seemed startled by the nickname but quickly recovered. "Oh, well, go on." She continued to put all of her things together. Edward guessed that she did not think that whatever Newton had to say was entirely important. He could tell, however, that Newton himself was a little put off by the fact that her undivided attention was not on him.
"Well, I was wondering," he started and Isabella swiftly looked up from her books. It seemed as though she realized what Newton was planning on asking. Now, she had no way out. "If you would care to attend the event at the Black residence this Friday night."
Isabella bit her lip and her cheeks flared up in embarrassment. She stole a glance at Edward. He was not sure if it was out of embarrassment or for help. "Oh, well, you see, my father-."
Newton did not allow her to finish before he plunged in deeper. "I'm fully prepared to ask your father for permission if that is the dilemma."
Edward wanted to reach up and smack the self-righteous, pompous attitude right off of him. He was standing there with a smirk that clearly read that he did not believe that he could be turned down. It was downright sickening.
"That's not the problem, Michael." She gathered her books up in her arms and gave him a pitying smile. "I'm sorry but I'm attending the party with my father."
Newton just would not take no for an answer. It was really getting out of hand. "Well, if I could just explain the situation to your father then maybe-."
This time it was Isabella that cut him off. "No. The Blacks are good friends of ours and I will be going with him. I'm sorry Michael. Maybe next time." With that, she walked towards the class room door. She stopped to give Edward a shy smile, still embarrassed by the ordeal. She then walked out, not even bothering to look at Newton.
Once he was sure she was out of earshot, Edward began laughing. He picked up his books and smiled at Newton. "Better luck next time, bud."
"I don't see why you're acting so smug, pal. She isn't going with you." Newton crossed his arms over his chest with a smirk developing on his boyish face.
"You're right, Newton. Brilliant deductive skills you have." He shook his head and moved towards the door himself. "I wouldn't ask her anyway. I'm performing at the gathering. The Blacks heard about me and they hired me for the night."
Newton laughed, and followed him out. "Need some extra cash do we?"
Edward merely shook his head and proceeded to the music room. "This is getting just a little tiresome, don't you think?"
"What is?" Newton asked, obviously clueless.
"The competition between you and me. Who has more money, the best car, the best house, who will get into the better college. Now it seems as though it's extending to Miss Swan. Well, let me tell you something, Newton. That is one competition I will not humor you in. She isn't a prize." He walked away, shaking his head at Newton's stupidity.
"Oh, throw out the hoity-toity attitude, Masen!" he yelled after his retreating back.
"Just taking a leaf out of your book, Newton."
He walked into the music room just in time. He could feel Mr. Matthews' glare at the back of his head as he walked to his seat. He sat down and smirked at the teacher. He could not get to his nerves today. He had finally written his own piece. What had Mr. Matthews done? Besides become a mediocre music teacher that did not know a treble cleft from a flat, nothing.
"Today, we will start by reviewing the terms from yesterday's class."
Edward banged his head off his desk. He could not take much more of this. Taking this class was by far the biggest mistake he had ever made in his high school career.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Masen?" Edward looked up at the sound of his name. "Are we boring the protégé?" Mr. Matthew's did not even bother hiding the condescending tone in his voice as he smirked at Edward.
How many arrogant fools do I have to put up with today?
Edward could tell what Mr. Matthews was thinking. He really should not. It would only embarrass him. After all, he went through it once before and lost. What was the point in making a fool out of himself again this year? He went there anyway.
"I'm afraid you missed our discussion on Beethoven's "Fur Elise". But I assume that you have played it before. Care to share with the class?"
Edward just shook his head as he stood up and walked to the piano. Mr. Matthews must truly be a masochist. He apparently had not learned his lesson the first time. Edward was tired of fighting with the man just because he pointed out that a simple piece was in the wrong key. It was not a big deal.
He took a seat at the bench and moved closer to the piano. The sheet music for the piece was closed on the stand in front of him. He laughed once and shook his head. It was a piece that he had been playing for years. He did not need sheet music. He placed his fingers on the piano for the second time that day and breathed in deeply. He began the piece softly and slowly built it up only to become soft again.
Fur Elise was one of his favorite pieces when he was younger. It was so easy to express your feelings with the way Beethoven had composed it. He thought back on the story as his fingers caressed the keys, forgetting that he was still in class and not with his baby at home. It was believed the Beethoven composed the piece for Therese Malfatti von Rohrenbach zu Dessa. She was one of his pupils and he fell in love with her. He proposed to her, only to be rejected for a nobleman. The piece was essentially a love story that flowed out of the piano. He could only imagine how difficult it was to have composed a piece for someone only to have them reject you for someone else. The reality hit home for Edward. He could not bare to imagine Isabella with someone else when his first original was inspired by her. He did not want his pride and joy to become something that he could never look back on. But at the same time, he knew that he would not change the experience for the world. It meant something. It went far deeper than he predicted it would and it meant much more because of it.
He could feel his body moving with the rhythm as the piece reached its climax. He leaned back on the bench as the music slowly faded away into nothing. He froze for a few moments but was snapped back into reality at the sound of applause. He turned to his classmates and smiled in thanks. He bowed his head and stood up, moving back to his desk. He did not even bother looking at Mr. Matthews. He could already feel the anger and thoughts of hatred pouring from him. He would never learn.
Once the class settled down, Mr. Matthews went over the terms as planned and did not bother to reprimand Edward for having his head down while he taught. He let his mind wander, ignoring the thoughts of the people around him. It was during the times when he was relaxing that he could hear others the most. So he thought back to his conversation with Isabella in Biology. Of all the reasons him and Mary Alice thought up as to why she could be transferring schools so late in the game, the death of her mother was never one of them. He could not imagine losing a parent and then having to pick up and move when he was almost done with school. She seemed to be dealing with it fine, however. It bothered him that he could not know without really asking her.
Mr. Matthews finally dismissed the class. Edward all but ran out of the classroom, not in the mood for any lectures or remarks on his playing, compliment or otherwise. He was walking up the staircase to the first floor when a kid in his English class stopped him to ask him about the homework. They talked for a minute of the assignment before he continued on his way. He could see Mary Alice prancing around his Cadillac already, in a hurry to get home for some odd reason that he would not dare ask.
The door leading to the parking lot was in sight when he spotted Isabella cornered by Tyler, a Junior boy. She looked uncomfortable by the situation. Edward laughed to himself as he walked towards the scene. He was too far away to hear what they were saying but Edward had a hunch. He saw her shake her head and give an apologetic smile. The boy frowned, nodded gloomily, and walked off. He heard her sigh loudly before she started scanning the hallway. She spotted Edward and brightened up considerably. She waited as he walked towards her.
"Hello there," he said, smiling down at her. She smiled back, adjusting her books in her arms. She already had her coat on and she seemed to be waiting for something. "Is there something I can do for you, Is?" he asked with a laugh, emphasizing the nickname that Newton had given her earlier.
She glared at him playfully. "Don't call me that."
Edward staggered back, clutching his chest like he had been wounded. Students that were passing by on their way to the parking lot stared at him like he had finally lost his mind. "That's hurts, Isabella. You didn't tell Newton to not call you that."
She shook her head. "Because I was too worried about what he was going to ask me. You were there. You know what kind of day I had." She gazed up at him as if daring him to deny it.
"Oh, yes. It must be so tiring to have three guys ask you out for the same night." He raised an eyebrow at her doing the same thing she did to him.
She laughed after a moment of silence. "I see what you mean. But look at it from my perspective. It is rather tiring if, out of all the guys that ask, neither of them is the one you want to ask you." She looked up at him, the full force of her brown eyes on his green ones. He knew she was trying to tell him something. He would even venture as far as to say that he knew what she was trying to tell him. But he could not do it. It would be improper and against her father's wishes; two things that he did not want on his plate at the moment. He just shook his head in an amused way as he looked down at her. A small smile passed over her lips before she looked away. "Do you think you can give me a ride home, Edward? I really don't want to go home with Michael."
Edward nodded and laughed again. He took a few of her books off of her and started for the door once again. "Sure. Mary Alice's house is that way. We'll be going right past it."
"Are you sure you don't mind? I don't want to impose." She had to walk a little faster than normal to catch up to his long stride. He slowed down, not wanting her to trip while his hands were full.
"It's perfectly fine. No big deal."
"Mary Alice won't mind?" she asked, implication evident in her tone.
He stopped on the steps leading up to Stoker and looked down at her. He had never really noticed the height difference between then until now. He thought it would not be an off bet if he said he had almost a foot on her. With how close they were standing, she had to tilt her head back quite a bit to look him in the eye.
"Why would Mary Alice mind?" he asked in response. His tone left no room for argument. She had to give him an answer.
"Well," she started, a smile present on her face as well as a blush. "Quite a few people have said that you and her are always together and joking around. They think that it would be safe to assume that you two are…an item." She shook her head. "Sorry, it was uncouth of me to say anything."
Edward shook his head as he started to laugh one more. "Oh, like I haven't heard that before." He shook his head again and continued towards his car.
"So, it's not true?"
"Of course not." He laughed at the thought of it. He turned his head to look at her. "Do you really think I could keep up with her? I barely can now."
Isabella laughed. "Oh, she's such a sweetheart."
"Yes, but eccentric nonetheless." He stopped to look down at her again. She was following so close that she nearly ran into his chest. "Were you asking about me, Miss Swan?"
She blushed deeper than ever at this accusation. "Oh, well, no, not exactly. Jessica Stanley offered up the information on her own."
Edward laughed and strode over to the car. Mary Alice was, just as he predicted, dancing around the car, clearly restless. She perked up at the sight of Isabella and ran up to her to give her a hug. She then took a step back to look at her clearly. "Never, ever listen to what Stanley has to say." With that, she jumped into the back of the car.
Isabella laughed and slid into the passenger seat as Edward held the door open for her. She smiled as he closed it gently and walked around to the driver's side. He got in and started the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed down Victoria Avenue towards Isabella's. The drive was silent apart from Mary Alice humming something in the back seat. Isabella looked out the window and Edward kept his eyes on the road.
He pulled up in front of her house and smiled over at her. She smiled back and said, "Thanks for the ride. I appreciate it."
He nodded. "Anytime."
She opened her mouth to say something else but was stopped on seeing the door to her house open. Unlike he expected, Mr. Swan was standing at the door in his uniform, glaring angrily at the car. Isabella sighed out of defeat and opened her door. "Thanks again." She got out and walked as quickly as she could without falling to the house. Her father stepped aside to let her in. He glared at Edward for another moment before slamming the door.
Edward smacked his head on the steering wheel as Mary Alice climbed over the seat and sat down where Isabella had been. She smiled at Edward, clearly amused by the situation.
He looked over at her with a glare to rival that of Mr. Swan's. "What?"
She laughed and settled back in the seat before turning her head to him. "Didn't you want to ask her too?"
She laughed loudly as Edward stomped on the pedal and pulled away from the Swan's as fast as he could.
Well, there is the fourth chapter. I would just like to note that I finished this on June 11, a day after I posted chapter three. However, who knows exactly when this will be posted since I don't always have access to the internet. One of the major downfalls of laptops and wireless internet. But c'est la vie, right?
So, I hope you enjoyed it. I just could not resist putting this in my story since I got such a kick out it in Twilight. There was some progress made as well.
Well, here is the deal guys. I'm going to put it all out on the line for you and seem like a complete jerk but it won't be the first time and certainly won't be the last. The thing is, I pretty much have this story completely planned out. It's my baby and I love it. I'm happy with the way it's moving. So, as it stands right now, I have chapter 5 done and chapter 6 is almost there as well. Now, my life can get rather crazy with everything that's going on. After all, I have to look for a job and get ready for college (I'm going over two hours away from home with no one I know). Therefore, I need motivation to get these chapters out when you want them. I, like many, hate to wait weeks for the next update. It gets annoying. But, as it is, I'm barely getting any reviews. Maybe no one is really even reading this story. But if you are and you haven't been reviewing, please do. I would hate to slack off on this story but I can't keep motivated if I feel like no one is reading. So, I am now putting up an ultimatum. I won't be posting chapter 5 until I get over 10 reviews. Sad and really rude, I know but it's the only thing I can think of at this point. And to those 8 of you that reviewed chapter 3, thanks so much! You rock for that.
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