Tomorrow you'll be thinking to yourself,

Now where did it all go wrong?,

But the list goes on and on,

Truth be told I miss you,

And truth be told I'm lying,

When you see my face hope it gives you hell,

When you walk my way hope it gives you hell,

Hope it gives you hell

When you find a man (girl) that's worth a damn

Then he's (she's) a fool

You're just as well,

Hope it gives you hell!

Now you'll never see

What you've done to me

You can take back you're memories their no good to me

Here's all you're lies,

You can look me in the eyes

With that sad, sad look that you wear so well…!

All American Rejects- Gives You Hell!

It was 3 more days before I was released from hospital. I had heard no more from the lying, leaving, horrible … Cullens. I sucked in a calming breath. I will not rise to them I will remain calm at all times and completely ignore their pitiful existence. I snatched up my keys and headed for the door.

The drive to school seemed to go by in an instance. Before anytime at all had passed, I was parking my old Chevy in a parking spot and bobbing out of my car. The sight I was met with made anger bubble up my throat. He was standing nonchalantly against his stupid Volvo. When he saw me he stood up straight an apologetic grimace etching his features. That stupid crooked smile playing on his mouth. I took a deep steadying breath, shot a death glare at him, flicked my hair hoping he could smell it, imagining the pain it caused him, telling my body off for the guilt it was feeling and stalked away.

I checked my timetable to see what I had. Period 1: English Literature, D9, MR Barrows.I love English Literature It is one of my favourite subjects now mainly because we get to study Shakespeare. *sigh* I love Shakespeare. I was still fuming when I walked into d9. But the sight I was met with made me bawl my fists up in anger. He was sat there. Second row from the back of the small classroom looking un-interestedly at a green book in his hands,

"ah Miss Swan welcome to my class" at these words ginger's head snapped up and look at me a look of pure shock and excitement smeared across is face, "errm just sit next to Mr. Cullen" I opened my mouth to retaliate but sir placed a hand on my back and guided me to my seat. I heard several 'lucky cow's' and 'why does she get to sit next to him's' but the only thing I could hear was my mind shouting ever profanity know to man towards pretty boy's table.

I sat down next to him throwing my hair around again trying to annoy him. Ha! he deserv- CONSIENCE SHUT UP!!! I want him to hurt after what he did to me. I decanted my belongings onto the table and faced the board, all to aware of the gold eyes burning holes in my cheek. I was about to turn and tell him to stop watching me and get on with his work as he said, "Bella… I really am sorry for what I did to you" my heart melted at the pitiful look on his face. His liquid topaz eyes brimming with tears his body couldn't shed. He really did look sorry… but he is just a good actor. My heart set back to stone as I thought this. He was not sorry at all he was just acting like he said when he left me:

*flashback*

"Okay, let's talk," I said. it sounded braver than it felt.

He took a deep breath.

"Bella, we're leaving"

I took a deep breath, too. This was an acceptable option. I thought I was prepared. But still I had to ask,

"Why now? Another year--"

"Bella it's time. How much longer could we stay in forks, after all? Carlisle can barely pass for thirty and he's claiming thirty three now. We'd have start over soon regardless"

His answer confused me. I thought the point of leaving was to let is family live in peace. Why did we have to leave if they were going? I stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.

He stared back coldly.

With a roll of nausea, I realised I'd misunderstood.

"When you say we—," i whispered.

"I mean my family and my self."

* Flashback stops*

I shuddered mentally at these words. They still seamed to make me want to curl up on a very busy road,

* Flashback continues*

"Bella I don't want you to come with me" he spoke the words slowly and precisely, his cold eyes on my face, watching as I absorbed what he was really saying

There was a pause as I repeated the words on my head a few times, sifting through them for their real intent. 2you… don't…want me?" I tried out the words, confused by the way they sounded, place in that order.

"No"

*flashback end*

I gritted my teeth a said "I don't care what you have to say about what you did, Edward. You're no good for me" I saw him wince at the way I reversed his words on him and loved it. I then faced the board. The lesson was silent from then on.

As I walked into the lunch hall with Emily,

"So him was French?" she asked her bubbly face alive with excitement,

"Bon" I replied she giggle. I looked up and saw one of the most unappealing sights ever in front of me. ALL of the Cullens were sat on a table at the back of the room, all of them (except Rosalie) had smiles on their faces looking at me. I ignored them and sat down with my friends trying to engage into the conversation but with no prevail. I couldn't help feel ashamed of my self for the pain I was putting him through.

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