Jumping

"SO, THE PIANO TEACHER WANTS US TO DO SOME SHOW."

Edward and I were sitting on my new sheets. We had been up here for awhile doing homework, which he had brought for me. Both of us were finishing it up, we had flown through the homework like it were for first graders.

"Together?" I asked bring my knees up to my chin.

"Yeah, its at the theater across the school."

"The fancy one?"

"Yeah."

I took in my options. Usually, public performing was out of the question. But this could be different. It was a new town. I could wear long sleeves.

"Do you want to do it?" I muttered.

"I suppose, if you are up to it."

"When?"

"This weekend."

"Okay. Short notice but it sounds good to me."

We relaxed for a little bit. We were talking, but not very much. Tons of thoughts were coming and going in my mind. But every time a new subject would come up, Edward would change the subject of our chat to fit perfectly with what was on my mind.

The voice in my head came back. 'You have to find out what he is. He's not like anyone else.' How true that was. He was handsome and perfect at everything. When other girls looked at him, they fainted. Young girls were so feeble. But they weren't younger than me, in fact, we were the same age. But it was odd, my heart didn't jump at his sight. At his smile, or his warm eyes. Maybe there was something wrong with me.

"There's nothing wrong with you. I don't even like the girls at school."

"You're doing it again."

He looked around. Trying to figure out what it was exactly he was doing.

"What?"

"Reading my mind."

"Do you not like it?"

I thought about that. It was a good question and I didn't know the answer. I'd never really thought about him reading my mind all the time, just acknowledged he was doing it. So, did I? A few seconds went by and he was still waiting for an answer.

"I don't mind it I suppose, but it'd be nice to have some privacy."

My head swung around as a car door slammed. It was close to the house. After jumping to my feet, I poked my head out the window. No. they were home. I eyes darted to Edward. This wasn't good. How was I going to get him out. But what was worse, I didn't want him to go. Stop that! I yelled at myself.

"Well I better get going." Edward said as he got to his feet.

I ran over to the door and blocked with my arms.

"You can't go this wa--"

He wasn't even going to the door, he was going to the window ledge!

"What are you doing?!" I hissed grabbing his icy wrist.

"I'm leaving. Duh."

"This is a two story house! We're on the second story! You can't go out the window!" I was still hissing, like a cat, and trying to pull him back into the room.

I failed. He slid his wrist from my grasp and when out the window. I gasped and flung my hand over my eyes but kept my ears focused for impact. There was nothing. After a few moments my torso went over the window edge.

"Edward?!" I whispered.

"Julia?!" he imitated me.

He was standing right below the window, behind the tree. Making sure he was un-seeable by anyone but me.

"But how?"

"I'll tell you some other time." he chuckled, and was out of sight in a second.

Slowly, but surely, I made impact with the floor beneath me. After thinking for about ten minutes things started making themselves clearer. One, Edward was not human. He was everything but. Two, for some reason, he wasn't like other boys who loved attention. Three, I didn't like him the way others did, which he didn't seem to mind. There was another puzzle piece that still wasn't fitting. Well a couple of them. Like me not smelling good. That had to be important. Was that the reason he wouldn't leave me alone? He didn't like to be around people who smelled like flowers? And what in the world did I smell like to him? I began wishing my nose hadn't been broken so many times, and my sense of smell was better.

I got up and folded the blankets, put them into the closet and returned to my spot on the floor. Twiddling my fingers, I thought more. Played some with my hair, and trying to get the scent that was so bad. I couldn't get anything. I was failing a lot today.

Soon rain began coming in from the window, forcing me to shut it so I didn't get wet. I nuzzled into the blanket I'd left. It was one of the blankets he'd given. It was thin and warm. Hopefully my parents wouldn't notice, it was very close to the old ones, so most likely they wouldn't.

I inhaled, trying to get Edward's scent. But I simple couldn't. He probably smelled so good too. Oh well, something's just couldn't be changed. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs. I slammed my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. It took everything I had not to jump when the door flung and clashed with the wall. The light was flicked on and it filled the room. A moan came, they were tired.

"Lets just leave her, we'll get her tomorrow."

Their words sent a shiver through my spine and when the door slammed, my eyes flung open. My breath was deep and my body was shaking. Goosebumps covered my arms and a cold sweat began.

Tomorrow. I would get up early, leave before they could do anything. That was my plan, I was going to stick to it. My sleep was restless. I'd most likely gotten an hour tops. When I heard birds chirping, I got up. Grabbed my clothes and dashed to the bathroom. The water was warm when taking a shower. After drying, I flung some jeans and a dark shirt on. I shook my hair dry, brushed my teeth, then my hair. After grabbing my bag, I took off out the front door.

Mist surrounded and heavy clouds topped like a glass container. I began to school, taking small steps. When I arrived no one was there. Apple trees surrounded me and after a few quick steps, I was munching on one. It was good. People soon began showing up. I went to the office and got my note, then went to class. The day went by fast. Edward and I practiced a piece for the concert, it was easy to learn, but a wonderful piece non the least. During lunch, I'd forced Edward to tell me where he lived before this small town. He'd replied Chicago. Then I forced him to tell me why he would move from there and he said simply that the city was to old for him.

The rest of the day was simple and fast. Home came sooner than wanted. After doing my homework, I sat in my room, pondering over what my parents were going to do tonight. I went to sleep. They didn't do anything, but that frightened me more than them doing something. Bad was coming. Danger was filling my every step, waiting for the slip up and the perfect chance to attack.