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I was home alone for dinner.

Just making a sandwich, thats all I seemed to eat these days.

I could cook, but I didn't feel the drive to do so. I used to cook for my parents. I dropped down on the sofa, turning the T.V on while trying to do homework. Evolution didn't implant the gene in male's brains to multitask.

My eyes were glued to the T.V, I couldn't eat or do anything at the same time, that was just impossible. By eight, I finally finished my Trig after switching the T.V off for distracting me. I had planned to go straight to bed when I heard the phone ringing. I hesitated, I had never answered the phone here before. Would it be rude for me to? I sighed, standing and picking up the cordless from it's charger on the coffee table in front of me.

"Hello? Cullen residence." Wow, that sounded gay. "Hello, is Edward there?" I frowned, who would be calling for me?

"It's Alice Brandon." "Oh, Alice. Yeah, it's me, Edward. What's up?" I asked, surprised. She sighed, long and heavy. "Bella told me." She knew I would understand without elaboration. "Oh, is she okay?" I asked, concerned. She would be upset, no doubt. I wish I could be there with her. "Alice?" "Yeah, yeah. She's fine, don't worry. I stuck around with her for a while until Charlie came home." I froze. "Did Jacob come home with him?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Is that why you're calling?" I prompted, already walking towards the door.

"No, he didn't. Relax, okay? She's fine." She reassured me. I relaxed, minimally. "'Okay, what is it then, Alice?" She cleared her throat.

"Okay, I just wanted to let you know that there are details about it that you don't know yet. I'm sure you're aware of that." I sighed. "Yes," I answered flatly. "But she wasn't ready to tell me, she had only just confessed the gist of it to the first person ever. So, who was I to push her?" I reasoned. "I know. And I'm really glad you were there for her when she thought she couldn't tell me." "I'll always be there for her." I vowed. "I know that, too." She said, I could hear the smile in her voice.

"I just also wanted to warn you." She said, seriously now. "Warn me?" I repeated, puzzled. "About what?" I asked. "You're not going to be very happy about what she tells you." I gritted my teeth. "Yeah, I know." I strained to say the words coherently. "Don't do anything stupid. Okay?" "But that jackass did something to her!" I hissed. "Yeah, don't you think I'd like to fuck him up, too? I would. I really would. But that would only get us in trouble, and we can't do that to Bella." I sighed, knowing she was right. "Alright." I agreed. "Fine. I won't do anything to get me in trouble." I promised. "Good. And, thank you again, for Bella." "It's okay. I'll see you later then."

"Bye, Edward." I hung up.

I strode over to the coffee table, placing the phone back. I was on edge. Bella still hadn't divulged the details of her past, but that was perfectly acceptable—technically—seeing as how I hadn't shared my darkest secret yet. I'm not sure I could bring myself to do it. I was horrified at the thought of her hating me, of finding me a despicable excuse for a man.

This was unfair to her, and she had every right to keep everything from me, but that didn't stop me from wanting to know.

I wanted to know what he did. I think I got the basic idea. I know he was violent with her, well, I assumed so, but I didn't suspect anything huge.

What he had done already was bad enough for her to go through. I couldn't stomach the thought of him touching her inappropriately, but that was as far as I imagined he went. I don't think I had enough control for it. I would end up killing Jacob. The thought only made me smile.

Or maybe I knew what he had done already, but I chose not to acknowledge those thoughts, afraid that they might be accurate. Instead of dwelling on this, I thought more about how approving Alice had sounded. I was glad that she had accepted that I was part of Bella's life now.

I was happy, even. I wouldn't want Bella to be torn over two people she cared for in her life. Just like being torn between two parents during a divorce, I would imagine. If they both cared and loved you the same, how could you choose? It was impossible.

But, for me, even if there was another important person in my life, I know I would always choose Bella.

I couldn't fathom a life without her anymore. My universe had collided with hers, and now they were moulded together, creating something so powerful, so intense, that many people go their whole lives without experiencing it. The thought made me sympathize with them.

They were missing out. I wouldn't give up Bella for the world.

It was irrational, I know. Logic told me that our own needs came first, as did the good of humanity's, but not when it came to Bella. If, in a world she didn't exist—I couldn't fathom that either—and it was just me and the rest of the human race, things would be a little more reasonable.

However, Bella was here. She did exist. She is in my world. She is my life. So that meant she came first, in front of me, in front of everyone who I had and would ever come across. I sighed and decided it was time for bed. I had to be up early to get ready so I could go as soon as Bella came to pick me up.

***

It was Friday, a whole school week had stretched by after my confrontation Newton, the sun was rising, a faint orange glow, but it was quickly obscured by thick grey clouds that began to drizzle over Forks. I groaned, wishing for more sun as I glanced out my bedroom windows. Yes, windows.

The whole of one wall was glass. I stumbled out of bed, slapping my hand over the alarm clock that told me it was six thirty.

I got changed, throwing on a clean button down blue shirt with long sleeves that I rolled up to my elbows, and a pair of jeans.

I came trotting down the stairs and into the kitchen, my stomach growling. My eye caught the shimmer of silver on the kitchen counter as I flicked the lights on. They were my car keys. My eyes widened hopefully. "It's fixed," Carlisle's voice came from behind me. I would have jumped and yelped except he always did that so I expected it most of the time.

I turned to give him a big grin, he grinned back. "Take care of the poor thing, okay?" he asked, frowning like I had just broken his puppy's leg. "I will." I promised, pocketing the keys and walking over to the cupboard, searching for my Count Chocula.

"Thanks, Carlisle." I said finally. He needed to know I was very thankful. He nodded, smiling. Again, another reason why I didn't deserve him as a father. I ate quickly, aching for the purr of my Volvo to sound in my ears. I missed it, even if it was only...wait, how long?

Too long, was the answer. I sighed happily as I got in my car, the soft, cool leather was comforting.

I held the steering wheel and grinned to myself. I was going to go pick up Bella for school. I sped down the highway, anxious to see her face. She would be glad to know my car was back. I know she knew I felt less than a gentleman when I had to rely on her for transport.

Now, she could rely on me, seeing as her ancient truck was bound to die soon. I pulled up on the familiar kerb, Bella's truck was still here, parked in front of me. I skipped out to the front door, hopping up the steps and knocking. "I'll be right down!" she called.

I opened the door, hesitantly. Bella sounded frustrated, flustered.

I checked the time. Ah, she was going to be late to pick me up, thats why.

I grinned. She didn't know it was me here. I tip-toed my way over the threshold, stopping at the bottom of the stairs, stuffing my hands in my pockets. She appeared then, looking jittery. I bit back a laugh. Her hair was falling out of the bun at the nape of her neck, she was wearing a beautiful blue blouse, though, jeans, and her favourite blue converse sneakers.

She had her homework in her mouth, trying to fix her hair, her eyes on her feet to make sure she made it down the stairs—she didn't. I dashed forward, her foot slipping off the edge of one of the top steps. She stumbled, twisting her ankle. She sucked in a breath but before she could scream I caught her.

"Argh!" she huffed, shocked.

"Bella? Are you okay?" I asked anxiously, looking down into her eyes as I held her in my arms, her knees hanging over my left, my right arm behind her back. She smiled, relieved. "Oh, Edward," she breathed. "Hey," I smiled back. "I think maybe you should invest in an elevator to transport you up and down stairs.

I'm only thinking of your safety." She glared at me. I chuckled and leaned my face down to hers.

I let her feet drop so she could stand up, even on the next step above mine, she was still shorter, she came up to my eye level. "Well, thank you for your concern Mr. Cullen. But that won't be necessary, not when I have you here." She mumbled against my face. I cupped her cheek, my fingers combing back through her hair. Her arms wound around my neck, she could reach more easier than usual. Our lips moved together in synchronization. I liked how she called me Mr. Cullen.

That was weird. My hands travelled down her neck to her shoulders, around her back and down her spine. She shuddered, catching my bottom lip between hers.

I groaned. "We're going to be late," I warned, not breaking free. She giggled. "And?" Why did she do this to me? It was driving me fucking insane! My hands moved on their own accord now, down to her hips. She got the idea quick enough. I hoisted her up, her legs linked behind me, around my hips. I still had a hand on her thigh, making sure she didn't slip.

I stepped off the stair case then, breaking away for a moment to find my footing or else injure both of us. That'd be fucking classic...and just my luck. I opened my eyes to find her bag on the floor, picking it up and slinging it over my shoulder.

I grabbed her house key and put it in my jeans pocket. "You gonna pack my lunch in there, too?" she snickered.

I laughed. Her face connected with mine again. I was breathing hard, she was breathing hard. I locked the door and carried Bella out to the car. She would not let go, nor did I want her too. But I was trying to be good. I stopped at the passenger door, leaning her back against the car.

"You're a dangerous being." I murmured, my voice becoming uneven. She blushed. She brought her face close to mine but didn't meet my lips.

She breathed against my face—minty. She gazed into my eyes, smiling slightly, her mouth open. She glanced at my lips. How was it that even though I had just been kissing her, she managed to drive me crazy with her teasing? "I know," she whispered, her lips almost grazing mine. Fuck! Finally, she relented, letting her legs drop to the ground, her body slid against me. Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip! I chanted, shaking my head to keep in control. She grinned and turned around, sliding into the passenger seat. I took a deep breath and rounded the car to get into mine.

We were on our way to school when she spoke again. "Edward?" I grinned.

"Yeeees?" She turned her body in my direction, twirling a finger around a piece of her hair. "Do you want to go to Port Angeles tonight?" I blinked, surprised.

"Um, okay. Sure." I smiled down at her. She grinned, triumphant. I was, too. We walked, hand in hand—still the same electricity from when I first touched her—toward our lockers. I eyed posters of the upcoming prom with a feeling of amusement. What would Bella think if I took her to prom? She would throw a fit, surely.

But that was the fun of it. I wanted to make her feel special, take her out, properly. It sounded cliché, but it was a rite of passage. I grinned conspiratorially as I resolved around the prom plan. Bella raised an eyebrow at me, I wiped my face clean, trying to look blank. She rolled her eyes at me, chuckling and shook her head.

I was looking forward to this outing we had planned, too. I pondered idea of what to do while we were there.

I had been to Port Angeles once while being here, it was actually my first week, the weekend before I started school. It was quite a pretty little, quaint town. I had been there during the day. I assumed it was sort of the Y generation's hot spot, especially with no mall here in Forks.

I wondered idly where Alice got all her designer clothes from, Bella had told me she would wear nothing but, so maybe thats where she got them. I glanced at Bella again, she never seemed to wear any jewellery, maybe I should buy something for her.

Something she could have with her all the time, that she could look at when I wasn't with her for any reason, and she would remember me, be reminded of the way I feel about her. I grinned to myself again, making another resolve, but quickly hid it when Bella looked up at me again.

"I'll see you in English, kay?" she said smiling, stretching up on her toes. I caught her around the waist and gave her a gentle kiss. "Bye." I sighed, staring after her retreating form, she glanced over her shoulder grinning back at me.

I smiled. I stood there for a moment. Someone made a whipping noise as I started to walk in the other direction. I whirled, finding my target. His eyes widened. I slowly sauntered up to Newton, fisting my right hand and pulling it back, not intending to hit him.

He flinched and squealed, squinting his eyes closed. I laughed out loud, shoving him backwards then strolling towards my class room.

What a fucking coward. "You're fucked Newton! Pussy!" I heard someone chastise him as I opened the door to my class.

I chuckled, feeling very happy today.

HEHEHE. This was just a fun chapter, necessary...sortof. I needed to stretch it out too, the story, coz we can't go from drama to drama, life just isn't like that. LOL. Have fun with it!

Will update soon :)