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DarkAngelRakell...I know he doesn't seem that creepy at the moment...but do read the upcoming chapters...if you are still interested that is...

Did I have a choice? I went out with Edward, albeit grudgingly.

Sitting in his silver Volvo was uncomfortable, to say the least. But he did try to break the ice, to give him credit. Eventually, I just switched on his music player, so I wouldn't even have to pretend I was listening to him. The car was filled with the music of "Panic! At the Disco" playing "New Perspective".

I rested my head back…this song, I liked. I've always credited Edward for a good taste in music.

Abruptly, the car came to a stop. I looked outside the window; we were at this Italian restaurant with dim lights and stuff. I frowned…I never really liked dim lights…and having LUNCH here? Weird!

I got out of the car immediately and heard Edward chuckle. Darn him!

A waitress came towards us. "A table for 2 please," Edward said in that deep voice of his.

The waitress escorted us to a table right in the centre of the room. "Perhaps something a little more private," Edward said. I glared at him…I was perfectly fine with that table…why would you need something private?

I sat down at the next table she showed us and immediately picked up the menu, not even looking at him. I intended to ignore him as much as I could.

The waitress arrived suddenly, while I was still debating whether I could run and go home, but that just seemed too attention grabbing and it wouldn't even help. Because eventually, I would have to face him on Monday at work. And either ways…he knew where I lived now.

"What will you have Bella," he asked me softly.

I simply looked at the waitress, "one coke and a mushroom ravioli for me please," I smiled.

Edward chuckled, "the same for me too," he addressed the waitress. She was pretty confused by the time she left our table.

"So," Edward deliberated, "You like Rhett Butler?"

I looked up, "Rhett Butler is the most amazing character ever created," I said. My hands were on the table and I noticed Edward bringing his hands towards mine, so I withdrew quickly. He instead fidgeted with the single red rose kept in the vase on our table.

"He's older to Scarlett," Edward replied, his eyes on the rose.

"Yeah…maybe that's what I like about him. Besides, he's smart and self made, and handsome…I like everything about him," I said breathlessly.

Edward seemed to think about that a lot. The waitress came in and gave us our food. I kept my eyes on the Ravioli although I could feel his eyes on me.

The rest of the meal passed by in silence.

"Dessert," he asked as I was done with my food.

"No thank you," I smiled looking up at him.

"Well, I hope you don't mind me having it," he smirked.

Again, did I have a choice? I just shrugged.

He waved out to the waitress and she came our way.

"Two tiramisus please," he said. I looked up astonished. He was smiling in the innocent way although his eyes were twinkling devilishly.

"I really don't," I began but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.

"I know how much you like it," he said. And I don't remember telling him about my favourite food, ever.

I quickly finished the tiramisu and looked up waiting for him to finish. He was done already and was looking at me. "Can we go now," I asked.

He motioned at the waitress who promptly got the bill and we left after I had paid my share of the bill. He had insisted that he pay for me, but I put my foot down right there.

"Where too," he asked me as we climbed into his car.

"Could you drop me to my house please," I said, "I really want to get back to that book of mine."

"Whatever you say," he smiled and started the car. I put on the music player again and soon, we were outside my building.

While I was fumbling with the lock, he pulled my arm, just like the night before. He came forward towards me and his lips touched mine. The kiss didn't last long because I pushed him.

"Edward…don't do this," I said, "I don't really like you that way."

And before he could say anything, I was inside my house having slammed the door at his face. I was shivering from the events that had taken place. I locked the door and went into the kitchen to make myself a steaming cup of coffee.

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