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Chapter 2- Make It Up

I gulped and stood up, turning around to pick up my tray and drink.

"Leave it," his voice said, and he started walking toward the door of the cafeteria. Though it went against my belief in throwing away my trash so the janitor wouldn't have to, I knew I'd lose him as he strode quickly on his long legs. I got up and followed him quickly, hearing the sound of everyone start buzzing as soon as we got out of the doorway.

I followed behind him in complete as he led me down the hallway of the school, passing countless classes and hearing some music come from the band room. My mind was running through everywhere I had been after second class. I had two other classes that were on opposite sides of the building from lunch- I could have dropped it anywhere! And now I was following this tall, intimidating boy who I didn't know through the school.

I looked up in surprise to see him heading outside of the back emergency exit of the school building.

"Wait, we're not supposed to…" I started, trailing off when he stopped and turned around to stare at me, anger still apparent on his face.

"Not supposed to what?" he asked in that dangerously deep voice.

I shut my mouth and said, "Nothing," in a small voice, following him again as he walked across the lawn, wondering where we were going. Finally, we arrived at what I realized was the old broadcasting building. It was small and made out of white brick, about the size of a large bathroom, and far out of the sight of any of the windows of the school, much less the route of any of the school guards. Around it was overgrown grass and flowers, and a magnolia tree hung over it, shading it from the sun.

Edward stopped in front of the door, his hand tightening on my back pack that was still in his hand.

"DAMN IT!" he suddenly exploded, throwing my back pack down on the ground and making me jump in fear. He turned around to look at me, his eyes livid, his breathing slightly unsteady, his hands balled up in fists. I stood there, staring at him, trapped in his green eyes that were now almost black with rage and trembling.

"How did you get it?" he asked me. "Did you steal it?"

"What do you mean steal? You dropped it this morning when I bumped into you," I said, feeling myself get angry a little as well at his automatic assumption. I was an honor student; I would never do anything like that.

"And you what? Just picked it up? Why didn't you come after me then?!" he said, his voice getting louder.

"You were gone! And I was late to class," I said, feeling myself shrink back at the boom of bass in his voice.

He let out a bark, rolling his eyes. "Fucking figures. Little miss perfect can't be late to class, can she?" he said snidely. My anger flared as he ran a hair through his hair, messing up the perfectly messy style before settling his eyes on me. They narrowed as he looked me up and down before asking, "What do you want from me?"

"Want…?" I asked, not getting where he was going.

"Don't act stupid. If you have that you must want something from me, so what is it?! Money? An in with a college? A fuck? What?" His hands balled into fists. I backed up, holding my hands up appeasingly.

"I don't even know you! What would I want from you?" I asked. He stopped, looking at me searchingly.

"You don't know me?" he asked disbelievingly. It was almost comical if I hadn't been so scared and angry.

Lifting my chin, I shakily said, "No. Am I supposed to?"

He stared at me and I stared back, watching as he seemed to realize I was telling the truth. "You really don't know who I am," he said almost as if to himself.

"No," I said. "And I don't want anything from you. My morning was just fine without bumping into you."

"Well you're not the only fucking one," he snapped. "Fuck, I can't believe you lost it... And you don't even know..." he let out a breath, glaring at me as he ran his hands through his hair. I couldn't help but stare at it... it was even messier now, and when the sun hit it I could see the mixtures of red and brown and orange in his hair. But that wasn't my focus as I registered what he was saying.

Feeling myself getting angry, I blurted out, "Well if it was so important, you should have put it somewhere it wouldn't get lost! It's not my fault you dropped it. Don't blame me!"

He looked back up, his eyes flashing. "Don't blame you?" he said in a dangerous voice. "You lost it! It IS your fault," he roared, and I looked down, not able to hide my part in it.

I heard Edward take a deep breath. "Do you have any idea what you lost?" he asked, and I heard the sound of him moving toward me suddenly. I looked up just in time to feel his hands come to grip my arms. I looked at his eyes, wide-eyed in fear, feeling the barely suppressed strength in those large hands of his. He yanked me close to him until we were almost face to face. Even in this state, I registered the heat coming from him and his scent, smelling like some sort of spice and faint musky smell. I could feel his warm breath on my face as he almost yelled, "What are you going to do about this?!" staring down at me with his intense eyes burning into mine in anger.

I felt myself take a step back unconsciously, still trapped in his grip, as I murmured, "I'm sorry," my voice strangled from lack of air. Apparently, it was something really important. I didn't know what it was, but it was enough to drive him to his level of anger. He stared at me for what felt like a long time, and I was tensed in anticipation of what he would do to me, my heart beating loudly. My throat was dry as his grip tightened suddenly, and then loosened.

He backed away from me, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, bringing his left hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. I released my breath, almost gasping in relief, kneeling down to pick my back pack up.

"Alright, let's say you lost it on accident and aren't holding it. And let's say you really don't know who I am," he said in a controlled voice. "It's still important, and you still lost it. So what are you going to do about it?"

"I…I don't know," I said. When his eyes flashed, I said, "Um, maybe... If you tell me what it was I can try to get another? Or I can pay it off..."

He laughed humorlessly. "You wouldn't be able to afford it, Princess. You'd be paying me back for a long time. Although..." He looked me up and down slowly, seeming to calculate something in his head. "That might not be such a bad idea."

I gulped, knowing that my hands were tied. I cursed being the one to run into him. "What do you mean?" I asked shakily.

He crossed his arms, looking me up and down before his eyes came to rest on my face, and he nodded as if deciding something. "Fine," he said as if he were continuing the conversation. His voice was totally normal and even, surprising me. Where had his temper gone? "Then this is what you're going to do to pay me back," he continued, his eyes steady on my face.

"W..what?" I said, my voice trembling.

"You…" he said, raising a finger to point at me, "Will become mine."

"Yours?" I asked with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

"Yea," he said. A smirk grew on his face as he leaned toward me. "Get yourself ready, Princess. You're about to get your first taste of Hell."


[A/N] Sooo... how we feelin? How's everyone liking Edward and Bella so far?

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