A/N: Thank you all sooooooo much for the wonderful reviews last chapter. I will try to make them longer and longer. You guys were so awesome that I decided to go ahead and update. : ) . So, without further or do…
Part Five
Reasons Unknown
"What is it, Edward?" I asked impatiently, glancing at my plain green watch for the umpteenth time that evening.
"One moment, Bella," he cautioned, holding up his finger to silence me. "Emmett. Leave. Now!"
"Wha-wha-what are you talking about?" Emmett feigned innocent, appearing from behind the corner. "I was just… looking for my contact."
Edward tapped his foot, crossing his arms across his defined chest. "Emmett, you don't have contacts," he said pointedly.
"Right you are, oh wise brother of mine. Okay. I'm leaving now. B-bye guys." He waved awkwardly.
"So?" I asked, one hand on the door.
"So what?" Edward asked.
"You… were going to tell me something?" This was getting ridiculous. Either Edward was purposely avoiding the subject, or he had suddenly dumbed down for real. Somehow I doubted the latter.
"Right, right," he mumbled, averting his gaze to the spot on the wall just above my head. "I… want you to know that I don't want to say this… You have to know that… but I feel it's necessary."
My palms broke out into a cold sweat immediately. He was dumping me. And we hadn't even started dating yet. "EDWARD! Spit it out."
"Idon'tfeelcomfortable… comingbetweenyouandMike… likethis," he blurted, mashing the words together unintentionally.
"Be-between Me and… and… MIKE?" I roared, the sudden urge to laugh in his face compelling me. "Edward Cullen, I assure you, there is not and never was anything worth mentioning going on between Mike Newton and I. where on Earth would you get that idea?"
Edward looked straight into my eyes now, quite obviously confused. "Mike," he answered simply.
I shook my head furiously, feeling my nostrils flare, as they often did when I was angry. "Mike told you that he and I were… were…"
"Dating," he offered. "Yes, he did. And frankly, I just don't feel right spending so much time with you when you're spoken for, never mind how much I dislike him."
"Edward," I breathed, calming myself. "Listen to me. There is nothing going on between Mike and Me. Say it."
"But, Bella, I don't understand why Mike would-"
"SAY IT!"
"There is nothing going on between Mike and Me," he repeated, grinning crookedly.
I giggled, despite my anger, and was relieved to see that Edward had finally given up on the matter. "So… I'm… I'm… Sorry."
"For what?" His angelic expression did not surprise me, nor did it catch me off guard the slightest bit. I had gotten used to the Cullen Sense of Humor fairly quickly, but something in the way his beautiful gold eyes looked down at me convinced me that he truly believed I'd done nothing wrong.
"For… for yelling. I was out of line," I continued to apologize, moving closer as I noted his scent, a mix of cologne and lavender, that was surprisingly inviting. "It's not your fault Mike's such a…"
"Complete and total jerk?" he finished, running his hand through his messy hair. "No, it's not. But it's not your fault, either, Bella."
I nodded, unable to produce a feasible answer. "I've got to get going. See you at school, Edward."
"Later," he promised, closing the door behind me.
"Later," I whispered, savoring his presence for the last time that night.
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"I want to know everything," Angela demanded, seated in front of me at her usual lunch spot. "All the juicy details!"
"Of what?" Jessica inquired, placing her tray next to Angela's as she, too, opted for her usual seat.
"Nothing, Jess," I said, praying that Angela would just drop it.
"About Bella's date with Edward last night," she continued, as if I hadn't said anything at all. Of course she would. How naïve of me to hope otherwise.
"It wasn't a date, Jessica," I tried, pleading with Angela silently. She didn't catch my drift.
"Oh, yes it was, Isabella Swan. You're not getting out of this one so easily! He kissed you, didn't he? That is so like the Cullens," she babbled.
Jessica's face fell rapidly, her expression turning to one of discontent. I knew what she was thinking instantly. "No, Jess, it's not… it's not what you think!"
"Save it, Traitor," she sobbed, shoving her tray at me as she stormed out of the cafeteria. Well, I resolved, At least this day can't possibly get any worse.
How unbelievably, inevitably wrong I was.
A/N: Sorry so short, guys, but I decided to cut the chapter off here. The reason for this is because the next chapter is going to be fairly long, and EXTREMELY dramatic. So review, review, review, review. The faster the reviews come, the faster the most dramatic chapter yet is posted. So get to it. Much thanks,
C.J.