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"Edward Cullen!" I heard the principal bellowing after him. So, someone had informed the principal that Edward nearly killed Jacob. I wanted revenge, but not as much as I wanted to keep Edward by my side and not in jail for the rest of his life –our only communication being through letters. That would literally suck.

Edward and I both turned around to see a green looking principal and a few teachers gathered around Jacob, trying to help him up. Edward slowly started to walk forward. He had his hand in-twined with mine and he was pulling me along.

"Mr. Cullen! I do not allow fighting in my school!" He was very close to snapping, "To my office right now, Edward."

"I will be right back," he whispered in my ear, before trailing his nose along my jaw to kiss my lips. "Tell me if anyone tries to mess with you, I will make sure to take care of them, too," he assured, and then the principal butted in.

"Oh, no you will not. I will expelling you if you fill the need to fight with someone else." I shuddered at the thought of Edward being expelled.

Reluctantly Edward let go of my hand, but not before kissing it. He walked away with the principal fuming.

I left the lunch room alone and decided to go sit in my truck. I did not want to go back to class. I did not want to have to hear people talking about the fight. I just wanted to be alone and think about what just happened.

I walked to my truck quickly, trying to not get in the line of sight with any teachers. I didn't want them to call to inform Char-

Crap! Charlie! I forgot all about him…again. I seriously needed to stop trailing my thoughts off to other places and remember the more important situation that is going on in my life right now. Well, beside the obvious with the Jacob "incident".

This brought my mind back to the incident today that happened before school. The nerve of him to call me a bitch! The nerve of him to just think he could touch me again! He should have known that he had it coming to him. Did he really 

think he could get away with it after my dad and well now his dad knew, too? Billy. My heart sunk when his name formed in my head. I would hate to see how mortified he was to know that his son raped his best friend's daughter.

I wonder how Charlie is holding up. I mean first getting shot in the arm by my crazy ex-teacher, and then finding out that his girl was raped by Jacob! I hope he isn't too hurt. I feel like I have basically ruined life for Charlie at this moment. I have not only cost him his best friend, but a crazy teacher is after him because of me.

My thoughts wandered to Mr. Slate now. He could really be anywhere. To think that he not only stalked me into the woods, but also came after Charlie! This teacher had some major issues. But with him being all around my life, he could possibly be watching me right now.

That made a chill run up my spine and since it was cold outside the chill was more prominent. It crawled slowly up my spine like a bug. I pushed the locks to my truck doors down.

I looked out the window and tried to escape my mind for a few moments. I looked at my surrounding and found the sun glinting off of everything. Wow! It sure is beautiful, I thought to myself.

The thought of the sun brought my memories back to this morning in Edward's room. He called me beautiful, not like he hadn't before, but it still made a smile cross my face. I loved when he spoke to me in a velvety voice, which switched my thoughts to my dream that I had of him last night.

Edward said that he…loved me. It was possibly the best dream I had ever had. I didn't exactly know if I loved him, yet, but if things kept going like this, then I was bound to have my heart tied to his. I had never started to feel close to anyone –in this love that was different from family members. I never thought I would understand the feeling of it when it took over my body. So maybe I was already in love. I didn't think I could fall in love with anyone in just a matter of about five days. I didn't exactly call it…possible.

All of the ranting going on in my head had made me start to fill dizzy, so I lay slowly on my side against the truck cushions. I closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath, and repeated Edward's words in my head. Even if it was just a dream, it sounded completely and utterly real; like he was whispering the words into my ear while I was sleeping.

I love you, Bella.

I love you.

I…love you.

I love you…Edward.

I was asleep, but the last thing I heard was a soft cooing coming from my mouth as I spoke the words that I didn't think I would have. It dawned on me in my dreamless sleep as I stared at a blank wall –behind my eyelids- that it was true. I, Bella Swan loved Edward Cullen. Even if it had only been five days or so. I was in love with Edward and I couldn't say one single word until he said it first. Which, I really didn't think he would be repeating those words from my dream anytime soon.

But, I can wish.

I woke to a sharp taping at my window. I opened my eyes drearily to see Edward at my door, looking in at me. A faint smirk sliding along his lips. I sat up and stretched as much as I could in the little space I had. I motioned for him to go to the other side when he asked me to open the driver door.

I leaned over and unlocked the passenger door and Edward climbed in.

"So, what is the verdict?" I spoke as he shut the door behind him, sending a small gust of air to my face, making me shudder.

"Well, they decided to suspend me for a week," he sounded grave and I scooted closer to him and twisted my hand into his.

"That's insane. You don't deserve this. Do they even know what Jacob did?"

"I think they do. I think one of the officers came to visit the school today and had a talk with the principal," I wonder how long it would take for Jacob to be sent to jail.

I rested my head against Edward's shoulder and sighed. It was a very upset sigh, and Edward picked up my mood immediately. He leaned down slowly to my lips and then kissed me ever so lightly. It was such a soft touch that I didn't even know if it was real.

The next month was basically in the same order.

I went to court with Jacob and it actually went by quickly. He was pleaded guilty and was sent to the federal jail in Seattle for fifteen years. I found out –well mainly Edward found out- that a girl named Lauren Mallory was the one to start the rumors about me having sex with Mr. Slate, and she paid Jacob to mess with me. She said she didn't expect it to go that far, but that she just wanted me to be joked around with. Obviously, Jacob felt the need to take it farther. I nearly wanted to slap the both of them in the face. My dad and Edward had to hold me back when Jacob was up by the judge. I was screaming at him for what he did and eventually I dropped to the court floor with sobs. I hope he knew that he ruined my virtue. Thankfully, though, Lauren was sentenced to two years probation and if she was to act up at all, then she would be sent to the Seattle jail also.

Edward and I became nearly inseparable. People at school started treating me better once the rumors stopped and they found out the truth. Edward was there with me every step of the way to make sure that they never said anything bad to me again. He made a lot of the guys apologize to me for the names they called me.

So, all in all, everything was going close to perfect in my life after those two weeks of pure hell for me. Edward spent his suspension writing music for the piano that he played. I had no clue that he played the piano and when I told him he decided it was time for me to hear him play.

It was about a week ago that he took me to his house to listen to him play. No one was home and I could slowly feel my control breaking down. I was always getting carried away with Edward. I didn't know how far we would have gone if Carlisle and Esme didn't walk in the house at the time they did. I was so embarrassed; my face was probably the reddest it had ever been.

Edward and I were heading to my house; he picked me up in his Volvo today. The car was silent; all I could hear was the silent purring of the engine, which sent me into a revere about what happened at Edward's house.

"Here, it is right in here. Are your eyes still closed?" Edward asked as he pulled me through the house. I felt him pick me bridal style and I yelped. He carried me a few paces and then carefully sat me down on something hard and cold. "Open your eyes," he whispered in my ear.

I slowly opened my eyes to see a baby grand piano. The color of it was sleek black. I looked up into Edward's eyes.

"Wow, its amazing," I whispered back to him, running my hand along the top cover of the piano.

"Wait till you hear what I wrote," he came to sit bedside me on the bench, lifting up the top to produce a row of white and black keys.

Edward looked back over to me and I gave a small nod. The next thing I knew, a soft melody was being played through the room. It was so gentle; it was like the music was actually caressing my cheek. I felt myself smiling as Edward's hands glided across the keys and every once in a while I would feel his eyes glance at me. The music finally ended to Edward's hand drifting to one last key; a high pitched twinkle.

I felt a little ridiculous because I had a few tears running down my cheek. Edward leaned over to wipe the tears away.

"That was…beautiful." I said, breathlessly.

"It was inspired by you," he said softly, and that's when I basically jumped him.

Edward fell to the ground with me on top of him, but I didn't wait for him to say anything. I quickly covered his mouth with mine, moving urgently across his soft lips. I forced my tongue into his mouth and I heard him give a muffled chuckle. He hands were placed on my hips and my arms were wrapped around his neck.

"A little excited are we?" Edward spoke when I moved my lips down to his neck, biting every other second.

I trailed my lips up his neck and back to his lips, "Just kiss me," I murmured against his lips. He smiled against mine and then we were at it. Edward placed his hands under my shirt and slid them up my back.

I heard a noise and then someone's loud gasp, "Edward!" we heard Carlisle and Esme's voice in unison.

We both froze and opened our eyes, our mouths still pressed against each others.

Edward broke his position first and slowly turned to face his parents.

"Edward, Bella, it is a good thing we walked in," Carlisle spoke. A small smile spread across Edward's face.

"Bella?" I heard Edward call my name, again pulling me out of my revere.

I looked over to him, "Huh?" I probably looked like a dear caught in the line of a car.

"Here we are," he said in a mused tone. I looked out of the wind shield and saw that we were sitting in front of my house; my truck off to the side.

"Oh," I smiled sheepishly, "I must have lost track of time."

"You okay?" he asked, concern coloring his tone.

"Yeah, I'm perfect," Edward smirked and then opened his door. He got out of his car and almost ran to my side, opening the door and extending his hand out to me.

I took his warm hand in mine and stepped out of the car. It was a really cold day today, almost down in the thirties. I pulled my jacket closer to my body and pressed my side against Edward; grimacing when the wind whipped through my face.

We hurried inside the house and shut the door.

"So, what should we do?" Edward asked as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Well, nothing rash like that," I giggled and removed his arms from around me. "But we could watch a movie…"

"What kind of movie?" he asked as he walked into the living room; I followed him.

"Well, you choose."

He bent down to look at the movies below the T.V set, "Here, I think we should watch this one."

I walked up to him and took the movie, "Romeo and Juliet?" I asked and then eyed him incredulously.

"What? I actually happen to like this movie," Edward said and then stood up.

"Okay," I replied and then took the cassette out and popped it into the VCR. "Now, you have to promise to be quite, okay? I don't like interruptions." I pointed my finger at him.

He chuckled darkly at me, "Don't worry Master; I won't interrupt you from your viewing."

I smirked, "Very funny. Now watch," I said and then focused my attention on the T.V. I pressed play, and the movie began. Edward casually wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head against his arm.

The movie was always amazing, but it seemed to be even better today. I think it might have had something to do with Edward whispering some of Romeo's lines in my ear. I felt the tears run warm against my cheeks as the movie went on. He would wipe away the tears and then lean down to kiss my forehead. Every so often I would sigh in content. This was possibly the best way to spend the day with Edward.

When the movie ended I got up slowly and stretched, "I am going to get something to drink. Be right back," I said and then shuffled my way into the kitchen without waiting for him to reply. I walked to the one of the cabinets and opened it, getting a glass down. I filled it almost to the rim with water from the sink and drank.

I wonder where Charlie was. It was already dark and he would usually be home by now. I hope nothing happened to-

My mind was cut off by a pair of long white hands being placed over my eyes. I jumped a bit, but then smiled.

"Edward…" I said in fake annoyance, shaking my head.

"That's Master to you," I heard him purr and then felt something soft on my neck…lips? Yes, it was his lips because next thing I knew his teeth were biting down on my skin. Not hard, but hard enough to make me let out a small gasp.

"I thought I was the Master," I teased.

"No, you are no longer the Master. Leave that to me," he cooed in my ear and then spun me around to face him.

"Ahh, I see," I raised my eyebrows. Edward leaned down to brush his lips across mine and then slid them along my jaw and down to my neck again. He 

licked at the hollow of my neck and then brought his lips back up to mine. I pressed my body to his.

"Your tempting me," I growled against his lips and then wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Maybe that's the plan," and then Edward pressed his lips into mine. At first it was soft and passionate, until he decided to pick me up and set me on the counter; that just made me go crazy. I pressed my body even closer to his. Like it was possible! I was already so close to him, that I could barely breathe. I deepened the kiss by sliding my tongue across his lips.

We –well at least I was getting heated. It was growing hot in the little place that I was sitting and it was getting quite uncomfortable. The cabinet was pressing into my back and with Edward right up against me, I was in pain. But I didn't complain. His hands were resting on my waist and every so often he would slide them up and down my legs.

I grabbed the hem of his sweater and started to pull it up slowly. I waited a few seconds for him to protest, but he didn't. I almost nearly ripped his head off, by pulling the shirt off so fast. I threw it to the side of the floor and began to run my hands up and down his hard chest and torso. He was perfect. I don't think I could ever find anything wrong with him.

I really hoped Charlie didn't walk in right now. That would be very embarrassing! I think I would have to have a heart attack. Or maybe Charlie would have a heart attack before me.

I felt Edward's hands climb up my shirt. I stopped kissing him as he reached the top button of it. I went to go and unbutton my shirt myself, but he stopped my hands.

"Let me do it," he purred.

I nodded and leaned back against the cabinet to catch my breath. Edward started undoing my shirt, and at first it bothered me. I became a little self-conscious, but then as he made his way down to the last button I was smiling.

"Wow," was all Edward said as he looked me up and down, from torso to chest. He touched his hand to my stomach and I giggled. He brought me back into his arms and started kissing me again. Edward trailed his lips down to my collar bone, where he grazed on my skin. I let out a moan and then froze slightly.

Edward pulled back to eye me, "I thought I wouldn't ever hear that sound again," he joked and then went back to biting me.

I wrapped my legs around his torso and made them tight. He chuckled and then lifted me up from the counter. I pulled his head back up to my face with one of my hands and pressed my lips to his, fiercely. Edward ran one of his hands up my back, and when he reached the middle of my back, I giggled and arched my back. I was ticklish.

Edward let out a groan, when I arched my back, making me press into him even more. He chuckled and slammed my back up against the refrigerator, making me arch my back even more from the cold.

"Meanie," I slapped his head, but he just chuckled again. His lips traveled back down my neck and past my collar bone to right above my breast. He began to kiss me there.

"Bella, there's something I want to tell you," he cooed against my skin.

"Yes?" I prodded.

"Bella, I think I lo-" he was cut off by a loud bang coming from the front door. He quickly froze with what he was saying and I glanced over his shoulder. We were completely silent and we couldn't move. I felt my breathing become uneven as I heard footsteps. They were silent at first, but then became more prominent the closer they got.

I didn't see anyone come down the hall, but the next thing I knew Mr. Slate was standing in the doorway.

I shrieked and Edward dropped me accidently and turned around to see who it was.

"Shit," he mumbled to himself, and he quickly helped me up. Edward pulled me against his chest tightly. "What the hell are you doing here?" Edward yelled at the teacher.

"I was here to see my Bella," he stopped talking and then moved closer.

"I am not your Bella!" I hissed to him and stepped slightly behind Edward, "I will never be your Bella."

"Yeah, she is only my Bella," Edward added in and I think that might have pissed Mr. Slate off. He walked over to us. "Get away!" Edward shouted, but he didn't listen.

Suddenly a sound came from the teacher's hand. It was a soft sliding sound and then a ping. Something glistened in his hand and I noticed it was a knife.

"Edward, his hand," I screeched.

Edward's gaze fell to the teachers hand and he stepped back. Our backs right up against the cold refrigerator. I shuttered at the coldness.

Slate came right up to us and grabbed my arm.

"Let go!" I screamed at him, but he didn't listen. Edward grabbed my other arm and was trying to pull me back, but the teacher placed his knife across Edward's neck.

"Let her go," he hissed to Edward. Edward didn't budge though; he kept his grip tight on my arm. "Don't think I won't do it Cullen."

"Edward, let go," I cried. I had tears running down my face like water spouts. Edward reluctantly let go of my arm and stepped back. He looked like he was about to jump Slate.

Mr. Slate pulled me hard up against his chest and placed the knife up to my neck. I squirmed under the knife. My tears had fallen into full blown sobs. I was shaking so badly and my knees were about to buckle under me.

Edward looked like he was about to die as Slate's knife pressed into my skin. I could see small tears forming in Edward's eyes.

"Please, don't… don't do…this," I begged in between my sobs in a small voice.

"If I can't have you, then no one can," he whispered in my ear, but loud enough for Edward to hear. He licked my ear and began to press the knife deeper into my neck. I started coughing.

I saw Edward make weird eye movements over my shoulder. I didn't know what he was doing, until he gave me a reassuring look. I gave him a confused look and let out a cough.

"Get on your knees, Cullen." Mr. Slate said to Edward.

He slowly slid to his knees not taking his eyes off of me.

The next thing I heard was the best sound that could make me the happiest person alive.

"Freeze Slate! Drop the girl!" I heard Charlie yell to the teacher. I let out a sigh when Mr. Slate turned me around to face Charlie; he was holding a gun and pointing it straight at Slate. Charlie's face looked distorted with too much anger. "Now!" he yelled to Slate again.

Mr. Slate let the knife drop to the floor and let his arm from around me go. I let out a hysterical sob and dropped to the floor myself and crawled over to Edward. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. I pressed my head into his shoulder and began sobbing again.

"Down on the floor, Slate!" Charlie called to the teacher and he got on his knees reluctantly.

Charlie walked over to the teacher, but not before kicking the knife away from his reach. Charlie walked up behind him and pulled Slate's hands to his back. He quickly snapped the cuffs shut over the teachers wrists and lifted him up.

"Edward, can you get the door for me?" Charlie asked and Edward nodded. He pushed me gently aside and got up.

They walked out of the room and I sighed in relief until I broke into another sob. I saw through the window that Charlie took him to his car and placed him in the back. Then, he got on his cell and dialed a number. Probably the station. I guess he was calling for another car.

It wasn't before long that I heard a police siren making its way closer to my house. The next thing I saw was a cop car with flashing red and blue lights pull up to our house. The officer got out and I noticed it was Officer Laurent.

Edward, Charlie, and Laurent stood out there talking for a few minutes, before Mr. Slate was being exchanged from one car to the next. He threw a glance my way and I pressed myself hard into the refrigerator. It was like a death glare that made me want to scream. I looked away quickly though.

When I looked back up Laurent was nodding his head and heading back to his car. When his lights disappeared Charlie walked back in with Edward.

"Bella," Charlie's voice was coated with relief as he rushed to me. He literally picked me up and pulled me into his chest; embracing me. "God, I am so happy that you weren't hurt," he sniffed. Was my dad...crying?

I finally pulled back away from him and gave a small smile, even though it didn't look promising. "Yeah, so am I." I said to myself and then glanced over to Edward. He was looking at me with relief in his eyes.

"Nothing will be able to get him out of this mess that he has caused," Charlie said and then he paused as he looked me up and down. He turned to Edward to see him without his shirt on, "Why isn't he wearing a shirt, Bella? And…why is your shirt unbuttoned?"

I froze. How was I going to explain this?