Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight.
A/N: This chapter was shorter than the last and uneventful, but it was needed.

Just as the song ended there was a tap on Edwards shoulder, "Can I cut in?", and Edward relinquished me to Emmett.

"How are you Bella?" I gave him a confused expression so he elaborated. "How is Edward treating you?" I shook my head at him and smiled.

"He's great Emmett. Wonderful really."

"He's kept his hands to himself?" He asked his eyes twinkling.

"Yes Emmett! Have you interrogated Alice yet?" I asked slapping his arm.

"Oh trust me I'm going to!"

"Does Jasper do the same thing to Rosalie?"

"Of course not. Have you met her?" We both laughed.

"What do you plan on doing if they do get handsy?" I asked quirking and eyebrow.

"Oh we'll have a nice long 'discussion' about it."

"Does Jasper have the same 'discussion' with you when you get handsy with Rose?"

"Of course not! You don't mess with the Hulk!" I smacked his arm again.

"Seriously though Emmett, Edward's great, the perfect gentleman." I stated looking in his eyes.

"Good."

We finished the song and he gave me back to Edward. "What was that about?" He asked as Emmett walked away.

"Oh nothing, he was just trying to fulfill his role as my big brother." Edward nodded before the 'Cha Cha Slide' came on and we had to break apart to do the group dance.

After the homecoming ended Edward was walking me up to the door. He stared into my eyes, leaned in, and kissed me very softly on the lips before walking back to the Hummer. I stood on my stoop even after they drove away still shocked at the spark I felt pass between us.

I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and turned the light on. There were black roses everywhere. They were in vases on the tables, petals scattered on the floor. And ripped apart by the door were the purple roses that Edward had given me last night.

I ran through the house with my dad's old baseball bat I kept by the door checking all the rooms and closets, locking all the windows, and propping chairs against the back and front doors. I then collapsed against the wall in the hallway, across from the table where I found the first flower, and cried.

I didn't understand why this was happening to me. I just moved here. I know so few people. I try to keep to myself. Was someone upset that I was dating Edward? On one hand that seems likely, but on the other I couldn't see a girl doing this. Were there any guys that wanted Edward? Likely. That's probably not it either though, everyone knows he likes girls.

Eventually my sobs subsided; I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3am. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight; I grabbed a notebook and pen and made a list.

1. CHANGE LOCKS

That one I underlined and wrote in all capitals.

2. Throw away the flowers

That one is a given.

3. Be hyperaware

I especially need to pay attention to the people staring at me when Edward's around.

4. Keep a baseball bat in every room.

5. Take self defense classes

I looked at my phone again and say that it was 5:30 in the morning that list took me longer than expected. I walked up the steps, grabbed a green towel form the closet, walked to the bathroom and showered. I finished showering and looked in the mirror the mirror to finish taking my makeup off. I brushed out my long brown hair, wrapped the towel around my body and headed for my room.

I laid on my bed still in my towel and thought about my list. First I don't know how to change locks and second the thought of self defense classes make me nauseous. When I deemed myself dry enough I dressed in a light blue shirt, black jeans, a black knitted hoody and blue Nike's.

I hopped in my car and headed for the coffee shop for breakfast- omelet with cheddar cheese, tomato, and mushroom, hash browns, and orange juice-I chewed through my breakfast quietly. Halfway through my omelet I got a text from Edward.

Morning beautiful! How was your night?

I smiled rereading his greeting.

Fantastic handsome! How was yours?

Itook a bit of my hash browns and waited for his reply.

"Handsome am I?" I looked up from my phone and saw Edward sitting across from me; I ducked my head and blushed.

I composed myself and asked "What are you doing here?".

"I'm being a very sweet brother/son and getting breakfast for everyone."

"Well that is very sweet of you." I said sipping my orange juice. "Cullen!" Was called out and as he stood to retrieve his order he turned back to me and asked "Call me later Bella?" I nodded and he continued on.

I finished my breakfast, but when I went to the counter to pay I found my bill had already been paid. The elderly lady at the register wined at me and I knew who did it. What am I going to do with Edward Cullen?

I finished eating and made my way over to the hardware store to find a new lock and handle. The store only had a few selections which made my choice simple; a black handle with a fleur de lis like shape on the top and bottom.

I drove home and very reluctantly opened my front door and to my immense relief found it was empty. I opened the package of my lock and found it came with instructions.

It took me fifteen minutes to figure out how to put it on and another five to actually do it, so twenty minutes later I had a new lock and one new set of key that would stay with me at all times. I grabbed the second set of handles and went to the back door to change those, this time it went by much quicker. I grabbed both sets of keys and locked both doors, grabbed my laptop to look up locksmiths in the area to install deadbolts. I found one in Port Angeles that is willing to help me out, he said he would be here on Tuesday at 9 am, so I would be late for school that day, small price to pay.

After finding the locksmith I grabbed trash bags started picking up flowers and the petals scattering the floor, threw them in the bag. It took me about ten minutes to get them all up, but when all evidence of them were gone, I grabbed a set of keys, took the bags to the stoop, locked the door, an dropped the nags off at the trash cans. It's an awfully tedious process.

Having done what I had set out to do I locked the door once more, pulled the afghan off the back of the coach, curled up and fell asleep.

A/N: If you have question, concerns, or just hate me and never want me to write another word again leave it in a review.