A/N: Hola! I'm back with a new chapter!!! I don't know what is making me update so fast! Maybe it's the high of writing a new story… or the fact I just came home like half an hour ago from a party where I drank waaaay to much coke, hence a sugar and caffeine high! –giggles- so it is like 12:45 AM right now and I shall try to complete this chapter before my high runs out and I totally crash. Can any of you relate? Can ya? Can ya?

Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed my stories. I love you all and an Edward shaped cookie for each and every one of you! And an extra special shout out to Nancy (retardedtwilightlover)! I decided to give you a moment of glory in my author's note since I already gave your best friend a shout out in the last chapter and you guys are pretty much my most enthusiastic and loveable reviewers! So thank you Nancy and I might as well thank you too Nightmare :D

A SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND LOVES MAXIMUM RIDE! YOU'LL GET WHAT I MEAN WHEN YOU READ THIS CHAPTER! If you haven't read this book… read it! Seriously, it's so action-packed and Fang-a-licious!

Also, I'd like to apologize for all the typos in my last chapter. I literally posted it 5 minutes before I had to leave for the party, so I was in a major rush and didn't get to edit my work like usual.

Enough with my incredibly long and dragging A/N. Here goes CHAPTER FOUR!!!

(By the way, in case you haven't figured it out yet, this story is rated T for some language and violence that will happen later in the story. Just a foreshadow of what's to come…)

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my comfy pajamas which I am wearing right now.

So if he were to forgive me, I would have to be distant. Still there, still his friend, but not as close as before. It was for the best.

And if he didn't forgive me, then that would be easier. It would be hard to have him reject me, it would probably kill me, but at least he would be safe and I wouldn't have to be distant. Besides, I kind of preferred being alone right now. I was still recovering from the incident…

So the question was, did I even want Edward to forgive me?

Chapter 4: Move Along

It would be a lie to say I didn't have a lot to think about when I went to bed that night. I told Alice I would think about talking to Edward. I knew I would have to do it eventually, but to tell the truth, I was just so damn scared. I knew it would be easier and safer if he didn't forgive me… but a part of me, a part that was growing with every passing minute, desperately wanted to be best friends with him again.

The way my heart and body reacted when I saw him today and spoke to him (even if only very briefly) was so new yet so familiar. It was like those reactions were sleeping dormant inside of me, just waiting to wake up again.

Of course, this was because I was just surprised to see him, that's all. Definitely not because I still love him. Nope, not that.

I decided I would talk to him, for closure as Alice said. But only if he doesn't approach me first. What would I say? I was a complete coward. Part "cow", part "ard": coward.

Luckily, neither Alice nor Rosalie, or anyone else for that matter, bothered me for the rest of the day. I guess Alice knew I needed time to think and sort of "review" my feelings. I was so confused, my head was spinning. Alice was so sweet. At dinnertime, she brought back some stuff from the dining hall for me. She and Rosalie decided to go grocery shopping tomorrow so I would be able to cook in the dorm. She remembered that I was the only one of us who could cook an edible and tasty meal. She really was being so nice to me after what I've done. It's too bad I would have to be distant…

I rolled over and fidgeted for an hour more or so before finally letting the darkness take me. The last sound I heard before falling asleep was Rosalie's soft, steady breathing in the next bed.

* * *

I ran through the forest, passing trees and nearly tripping over barely visible roots and logs. It was so dark outside, I had absolutely no idea of where I was going. The only thing going through my mind was escape.

I could here the quick lethal footsteps of my pursuer. They were getting closer and closer. Oh God, please, no!

I suddenly tripped over something bigger than a root. I toppled over and fell on top of whatever the thing was. It was cold and firm, and… sticky? What was this semi-dry crusted stuff covered all over it?

That's when I smelled it. Blood. I didn't faint since it wasn't fresh, but I still wanted to hurl.

Gasping, I quickly rolled off the thing and onto my knees to get a better look at what ever it was.

I screamed.

It was Edward. Dead Edward to be precised. He was lying on the ground of the forest, stone cold and with dried blood all over him. His eyes were still open, staring out to the sky, full of emptiness.

I backed away from the body, tears pouring down my face, my hand over my mouth. But I bumped into something. Whirling around I gasped. It was my pursuer.

He grinned evilly at me before bending down and whispering in my ear, "You can run, but you can't hide from me Bella…"

I pushed away from him and opened my mouth to scream but before I could do it, his hand came over my mouth and he pushed me up against a tree. His grip was firm and unbreakable as I tried to struggle.

"Now, now Bella. Be good. We don't want more people hurt like poor little Edward there, now do we?"

My eyes widened with terror as I stared at the man who killed my mother… and now, Edward too.

Not Edward, not my Edward.

He pressed a cold, sharp knife against my throat and chuckled darkly before pressing it harder as pain shot through me, and swiftly slicing it across my neck…

* * *

"Bella! Bella! Wake up!" someone called out to me.

I couldn't hear them properly through my terrified haze. I screamed and thrashed about.

I felt someone's gentle hands on my shoulders, an act a reassurance I'm sure it was meant to be, but I couldn't comprehend it as I forcefully pushed whoever it was away from me, sobbing hysterically.

"Bella! You have to wake up! Snap out of it! It was only a nightmare!"

Nightmare.

I slowly stopped my hysterics, before blinking and looking around my surroundings. I was in my dorm room, not the forest, and the person who grabbed me wasn't the murderer, it was Rosalie.

Relaxing ever so slightly, I panted heavily, trying to regain my breath. I was hiccupping a bit from crying so hard. Rosalie looked at me, her face showing obvious relief that I was no longer acting like a possessed lunatic. I'm sure I looked as if I needed an exorcist.

I looked at the clock on my bedside table. 3:05 AM. Damn it. Whenever I had the nightmare, it was always at exactly 3:05 AM. Creepy…

I looked back at Rosalie, having regained most, if not all, control over my emotions and said quietly, "Sorry I woke you."

Rosalie smiled at me. "It's okay. I'm just happy you're back to normal. You kind of scared me. Waking up to the sounds of your screams and cries."

"I'm sorry."

"I said it was fine. Do you… do you normally have reactions like this to nightmares?"

I shook my head. "No, well, only to that certain nightmare."

"You have reoccurring nightmares?"

Whoops, I let too much info slip out. Nice going Bella.

"Uh…" I said lamely, trying to rack my brain for an excuse.

"I can tell you're not comfortable with this. I'm sorry. Forget I asked." She stood up from where she was sitting on the side of my bed and walked over to her own before turning to face me. "Are you sure you're okay now? Do you need anything?"

"I'm fine now. And Rosalie?"

"Yes?"

Would you… would you get mad or annoyed with me if this happened again, more than once?" As much as I didn't want it to, I knew it would happen again.

Rose was silent for a few seconds before, "No. I guess a normal person would, but we've all had… darknesses in our lives. I understand that. You should be allowed time to get over it."

She looked at me as if she could tell there was something I wasn't telling her. Something that made these nightly terrors no ordinary nightmares. And there was something else in her face and her eyes. Something that conveyed a sadness, a memory. As if she had her own "darkness" in life that she needed time and patience to get over too.

* * *

I woke up later than Rosalie the next day. Her classes started at 8 in the morning, so she needed to be up early. My classes didn't start till 10, so I could afford to sleep in a little longer.

The complete feeling of hopelessness and vulnerability surrounded my as it did every morning after I had the nightmare.

But this time, the nightmare was different. Looking back on it, I shuddered. But it was slightly different. Usually in my nightmares, I'd trip over the dead body of Charlie, since at the time of Renee's death, he was the closest one to me considering I pretty much cut off contact with the Cullens.

This time though, it was Edward's body. I shuddered again. No. I wouldn't allow that to happen. No one I cared about was going to get hurt. I would make sure of it.

Confidence took over the hopelessness as I reassured myself something like that would never happen. But I still felt… sad. Strange. But I pushed it aside. Despite my lost hope, I needed to keep going.

By ten o'clock, I was seated in my English literature class, waiting for the professor to make an appearance. I hadn't seen Edward yet today, and for that I was grateful I saw Jasper walking with Alice briefly when I made my way to the English department. They didn't see me, so I pretended not to notice them, resisting the urge to wave. Distance, Bella, distance.

The chair on my right side was gently pulled out as someone sat down in it.

"Hi." Whoever was beside me said. I could tell it was a girl by the sound of her voice.

I looked over to my right side to see a girl about my age giving me a friendly smile. I could tell she was pretty tall, probably the same height as Rose, and was very pretty. She had dirty blonde hair, cut into short feathery layers with streaks of hot pink in it, and brown eyes. Although her eyes were the same colour as mine, hers had a slightly more Hispanic look to them. She looked athletic.

"Are you new here? I don't recognize you from this class." She said.

"Yeah, I'm new."

"Cool. I'm Max by the way. Max Ride." She held out her hand for me to shake. (A/N: Come on, I couldn't resist. Max Ride rocks my socks! But this doesn't make the story a Max Ride/Twilight crossover or anything. Max is not a major character. Only a minor friend, like Angela Weber from Twilight)

"Bella Swan" I replied, shaking her hand.

She smiled again and motioned to a guy sitting on her other side. "This is Nick, My boyfriend. But my friends and I call him Fang."

The guy, "Fang", nodded in my direction. He didn't come across as a talkative person. He seemed the dark and silent type, which was pretty accurate. He was tall and lean a far as I could tell, with overlong black hair, black eyes, and olive skin. I had to admit, he was pretty cute.

"Why 'Fang'?" I questioned.

Max Laughed, "He used to bite adults a lot when he was angry when he was a baby."

Surprisingly, I almost laughed at this. Almost.

A few minutes later the professor walked in, along with her TA for the class. Class was okay. Pretty standard I guess. Both Max and Fang turned out to be pretty cool people. Even if Fang didn't talk much, I could tell he was a good guy and could see how much he loved Max by the way he looked at her. I hoped for their sake that true love was real, even though I pretty much turned my back on love after the whole "Edward fiasco".

When class ended around lunch time, I bid Max and Fang goodbye as another guy came up to me.

I looked up to see a guy with gelled blonde hair and blue eyes. He seemed like the generic popular boy. He was cute, with a slightly baby face and friendly smile. On second thought, it seemed a little too friendly.

"I'm Mike Newton. Pleased to meet you." he said, introducing himself.

"Bella Swan" I replied shortly, trying to walk past him. He just continued to block my path. Okay, now he was just annoying.

"So, Bella… do you want to join me for lunch?"

I panicked a little inside. I didn't want to eat lunch with him, but at the same time, I didn't want to say a direct "no". I didn't want to hurt his feelings. Then I remembered Alice and the others and almost sighed with relief.

"Sorry, but I already have people to sit with. But thanks anyway." Not.

"Oh." His face fell and I immediately felt guilty, but I wasn't going to give in. "Well then, maybe another time."

"Sure." I said, brushing past him, hoping he wouldn't take that answer literally.

I entered the dining hall and was quickly flagged down by Alice, who motioned for me to join her and the others at their usual table.

Everyone was already there. Emmett and Rose, Alice and Jasper, and even Edward and… Tanya. I felt like the seventh wheel being the only one there without a significant other.

As soon as she saw me approach, Tanya started glaring again and latched herself on to Edward's arm in a possessive, childish manner. Real mature. Jeezums, what were we? Five?

"Hey guys." I said as casually as I could manage. Distance, Bella, distance.

The others, with the exception of Tanya, greeted me in return and went back to whatever conversation they were having before my arrival. Tanya kept shooting me dagger glares throughout lunch, but I didn't really care. The others were chatting about something I couldn't really focus on or even remember. They tried to include me in the conversation, but I purposely contributed as little as possible. Only talking when spoken to. I was trying to demonstrate my new distance.

Through lunch, however, as much as I tried to ignore it, I kept feeling that weird nagging feeling, like someone was watching me. I tilted my head slightly and sure enough, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Edward staring at me.

I ignored it best I could, but it still unnerved me. His gaze was so intense, emotions I couldn't even identify swirling around in the emerald orbs. I could tell he wanted to talk to me, and he would – I just wanted him to make the first move.

Finally lunch ended, we all got up, going our separate ways. I had a couple hours of French class before going back to the dorms, so bidding everyone goodbye, I left towards the assigned classroom.

Once getting there, I sat beside a nice, quiet girl who introduced herself as Angela Weber. She was very kind and a bit shy. She didn't expect you to talk to her if you didn't want to.

There were also a few other new people I met in that French classroom.

Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley.

Let's just say they weren't the brightest crayons in the box. I couldn't even fathom how they even got accepted into university, or even graduated high school.

Not to mention they were completely slutty with mini skirts that showed more of their butts than they covered and so much make-up, they looked like clowns.

I didn't meet them face-to-face yet, but Angela warned me they were rude little bimbos and huge gossipers, so I should keep my distance if I knew what was good for me. That wouldn't be a problem.

Finally, class was over and I hurried back to the dorms to lie down and relax. To try to free my mind of all the stress of every added thing. I knew that with everything I was dealing with right now, I would soon be growing white hairs or get wrinkles.

Of course if that happened, Alice would go on a beauty product shopping spree. Hmm… I was actually kind of surprised she hadn't said anything about going shopping with me yet or thrown out my whole wardrobe. Believe me when I say she had done it before. She probably was waiting to do it, drag me to the mall I mean.

I vaguely wondered if the Cullens knew about Renee. Since Alice, Edward, and Emmett's parents, Carlisle and Esme Cullen, lived in Forks, they probably knew that she died, but that was most likely it. They knew the gist of things, but not the complete story. No knew the complete story. Not even Charlie or the police. Only myself. And intended to keep it that way.

The dorm was empty. I suspected Rose and Alice went out grocery shopping or something. Whatever, I preferred to be a one anyway.

I flopped onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling…

The quiet knock on the door snapped me out of my reverie. I brought my head up and looked at the door, wishing whoever it was to go away or for the door to spontaneously open itself so I wouldn't have to walk. Of course, no such luck.

The knocker knocked again.

Sighing, I got up and went over to the door, opening it.

To my surprise, Edward stood on the other side, looking as handsome as ever, but also with a firm determination in his eyes.

"Edward-" I began, but he cut me off.

"Bella, we need to talk."

A/N: There! So, Hit or Miss? I must know!

I am also incredibly proud of myself for actually completing this chapter when I am completely exhausted right now from my sugar and caffeine high wearing off. Why must all good things come to an end?

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