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Chapter 3

I turned back to look at Edward. He was running towards me, the wind blowing his hair out of his face. I breathed in the smell of the fresh summer flowers and wiggled my bare toes in the grass trying to calm myself. I loved going bare foot in the summer it just felt so nice.

"Yes," I said.

"Um, do you mind if I just walk with you for a while?" he asked, what an odd request. I thought about it, what could it hurt, maybe I could get a few clues about what had changed between us.

"No," I responed, inhaling once again,"what brought this about?" I asked then exhaled and blew out the smoke.

"Well, I was just thinking that we really haven't talked much since either of us has been home, and well, I don't know." He spoke.

Ah, so I wasn't the only one how had noticed to change. I glanced at him; he again looked like he was trying to put his thoughts into words. "Damn that Alice," I muttered under my breath. I was sure she had been the one to bring this about. He hadn't been like this earlier this morning.

"What was that?" he said looking at me curiously smiling slightly and chuckling to himself. Blast, he had heard me.

"What? What was what?" I'll play dumb, I decided.

He chuckled to himself again," Oh, I just thought I heard you say something."

"Nope," I said shaking my head giggling a little," I haven't said a word."

"Oh, well then, may I ask where we might be walking?" he asked.

"Well, I was just going to empty out this vase and cut some more flowers before tonight." I said, making sure to emphasize I.

"Ah," he said then noticed where I was headed," why exactly are we walking towards the old diving pool then?" he asked.

We used to old diving pool as a fountain now and we empty our flowers there too. Not many people have two diving pools, so Father insisted that we use it as a fountain and not much else. He said he didn't want to look too flaunty or something like that, which was fine with me. I didn't like people knowing we had much money.

"To empty this." I said tossing the rest of my cigarette into the flower bed and then walking up to the edge of the fountain and sitting there, he sat beside me.

"Let me," he said trying to take it from me.

"No," I said, taking it back. I did not like people doing things for me; I guess I get that from Mother.

"Bella," he said sternly, jerking it back.

"Edward!" I shouted back, I have a very short fuse, nor was I in the mood to argue, so I snatched it right back, while he was still holding tight, and then there was a loud snap, and then a plop. I looked down and Edward was holding a scallop and I was too, but the vase was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it, Edward!"I shouted, glaring at him," Do you realize that that vase is probably the most expensive thing we own!" I fumed.

"I'm sorry?" he offered then looked at the piece in his hand.

"Just forget it." I muttered looking at the water where the main part of the vase had fallen. Then I heard him moving.

When I glanced over at him, I saw that he was un-tucking his shirt in preparation to dive in and get the rest of the vase. I was not about to let him go in and get it. It was his fault for being so stubborn but, he was not going in to get it. He liked to be helpful and this would be his 'punishment.'

I looked at him and shook my head, I was so angry, I started to un-button my slacks faster, and was about to move my footing when he suddenly shouted," Stop!" I looked down and was suddenly grateful that he had stopped me. There, right where my foot should have been was another piece of glass. I looked up at him. I was still very angry, and I knew he could tell. I undressed to my slip, in other words my underwear, stood on the edge and jumped in.

The water was icy cold, and the bottom was slick with algae, the water being so chilly that it almost took the breath out of me. I dove under the water anyway, determined not to return to the surface until I hand the vase in my hand. The water was clear, and I had been right about there being a lot of algae clinging to the cement. I looked around, after moving a few lily pads I finally spotted the vase. It was in the corner close to where we had been sitting.

I retrieved it quickly, it felt as if I had been under there forever and my body was slightly numb from to cold, and my lungs burned just the slightest bit from holding my breath. At last I breathed in the warm summer air. I placed the vase carefully on the ledge and boosted myself up. I stood on the ledge. Edward was staring at me, looking quite stunned. There was some other emotion playing in his eyes too. But I couldn't put my finger on it.

I couldn't understand why he was so stunned though, I mean we had gone swimming together plenty of times. I was about to say something and then looked down, because that is where his eyes had went, and darted away. Then, all at once, I understood.

My once light pink slip was now extremely see through, and there I was standing in front of him, not just any him, Edward, in all my glory. I mean Jacob hadn't even seen me like this, and I was suddenly I mortified. I could feel myself turning red.

I quickly jumped down, picked up the broken pieces and put them inside the vase, put my slacks on to the best of my hasty ability. They stuck to my wet skin and made it very hard to pull up, and then slipped my blouse on.

All the while Edward was still standing there, eyes closed, fists clenched, and arms pinned to his side. You could almost taste the tension in the air. I looked back at him one more time and without a word marched inside.

"Bella, You look like a drown cat!" mother said as I entered the kitchen from the back door.

But I wasn't paying her attention. My attention was on Edward. He was still standing there, I couldn't tell if his eyes were still closed or not but his fist were sill clenched and he was just as tense.

I strode past mother, and in to the bathing room. I could barely here her asking Alice questions about what had happened.

I slammed to vase down and ran the warm bath water. I decided I needed to think before company arrived. I also need to come up with an explanation for why this family heir loom was now in four pieces. She would probably have a conniption.

I sighed while I started to undress. I look at myself in the mirror. My pale skin was a stark contrast with my dark hair. I was pretty, but not beautiful. I was lucky that Jacob proposed to me. I don't know why he did. I mean he's a successful business man from America, which was hard to do at the time because they are in a depression.

I had just sat down in the warm bath water when Alice called through the door, "Bella, are you alright? Mother is quite worried."

"I'm fine Alice. I just need to bathe before Jacob and brother get home." I said trying to sound calm.

"Alrighty," she said.

"Do you know about the time that they should arrive?" I needed to know so I could be dressed and presentable before they got here, plus somehow Alice, like mother, knew everything about everything.

"Um," she thought for a moment, "I would say around 2:30 or 3:00, so that puts you at about an hour to get ready."

"Ok, thanks." I replied, and sunk lower into the bubbles. Maybe I won't be ready when they get here, but I need to clear my mind before I see Jacob agian.

So, that's chapter 3. I hope you enjoyed it. Um, reviews would be rather nice. I only have one you know. So yeah, I think that's all. So, until next chapter, ciao

-Bryonie Elise