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Chapter Nine
"Morning," I said breathlessly as I sat down beside him.
"Good morning" he replied, not looking up from the desk. Something was wrong.
"What's up?" I asked turning to face him slightly.
"How can you be so nice after what I did last night."
"Oh, I see. Edwards having a downer day. I thought you only had those when I was human, obviously not," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"It's not funny Bella," he said turning to face me, "I've treated you horribly."
"Yes, you have. But I haven't been to nice either, so lets just say that we've both been horrible and forget it." Edward stared at me, his onyx eyes staring into mine. I knew he was trying to figure me out.
Finally he replied with a sigh, "Your too nice Bella, but if that is what you want then you shall have it. Although I'm still going to fix your wall."
"Deal," I said smiling, "so what did you do last night?"
"I thought about what happened around yours. What did you do?"
"The same as you," I replied.
"Really?" He asked his tone suddenly hopeful.
"Yes," I replied. We continued looking at each other for a while before he broke the contact, his eyes instead travelling down.
"I like your shirt," he said slightly embarrassed.
"I thought you'd like it," I said our gazes returning to each other. His eyes had a questioning look about them. That was when the teacher entered the class and ruined our chances of talking. As the class began and just like yesterday it felt like electricity was running through me due to Edward's closeness. As I began to feel more annoyed with the teacher for interrupting my conversation to Edward I saw him slide a piece of paper towards me. I smiled as the action reminded me of our scribbled conversation when I was 17. I quickly opened the paper and read the message from Edward. Do you want to play a game to pass the time?
I looked over at him to see he was watching me intently as he waited for my response. I smiled again as I quickly wrote my response: What kind of game? Before handing it back to him. Before I could process the thought of Edward asking to play a game during a lesson, he had written back.
How about 20 questions?
I smiled at his response. He wanted to know more about what happened to me in the last 80 years, at least I got to ask questions too. Sure, you ask first seeing as you want to know more stuff about me.
As I watched him read my response I saw him smile at what he read before he wrote his first question. You know me too well. What did you mean by I thought you'd like it?
I knew he was going to ask that, but I felt no shame in telling him the truth – it was his own fault for asking. I knew you like me wearing the colour blue so I wore it today. What did you do when you left me?
I left the family, stayed in isolation for about 10 years before Alice talked me out of it. Have you had a boyfriend since me?
I smiled at his question before replying: No. Have you had a girlfriend since me?
No. Have you been intimate with anyone?
I almost laughed at the question, he was so old fashioned. Now I knew why he wanted to play this game he wanted to find out if I'd been with anyone and what he had to compete with. You mean have I had sex with anyone? His eyes narrowed at that reply, he didn't like the idea but he still wanted to know.
Yes.
Yes I have. Have you?
No. How many?
Why not? And that's a little bit personal.
There has only been one person I have ever wanted to share that with but I lost her a long time ago. I'm sorry for my question you do not have to answer it.
I suddenly felt hot as I read his response and realised he had meant me. It suddenly made me feel bad about the things I had done in my past but I couldn't change them now. Do you still want her in that way? There was two guys when I was human, no one since I've been a vampire.
I saw his hand clench when he read that and suddenly feared his response. I've always wanted her. Who were they?
David who I met at the bike rally and Paul a friend of Jacobs who I met at a party. Does that bother you?
Of course it does, it should have been me.
I felt like crying at his last response. I didn't know why I felt like this, it was a long time ago and it had meant nothing. Unintentionally I reached for his hand but stopped myself half way instead returning it to the table. I felt his hand close over mine as he passed me the note again. Having his hand on mine again felt unbelievably good. I forgot how much I had missed his touch, how right it felt to have his skin against mine. Feeling uneasy by the feelings his touch had dug up, I pulled my hand from his to read the note.
I'm sorry Bella I guess I'm just jealous. Why did you stop reaching for my hand?
You made me feel guilty for what I had done and I wanted to comfort you. I'm so sorry Edward you have no idea how I longed for it to be you. Why did you hold my hand?
I wanted to touch you. Bella, I have to know do you still love me?
Yes I do. But it doesn't mean things are going back to how they were. Do you love me?
Always. I expect nothing from you Bella. What was your first tattoo?
I knew he was trying to change the subject to a lighter conversation and that he didn't know what he asked, but I wished he hadn't asked that.
The one on my hip.
What is it off?
I can't tell you.
Why not?
Let's just say I got it the day after my 18th birthday.
I was still with you then.
I know…