Let Love Lie
Chapter 2 - The Texts
BPOV
"Are you sure you're okay living there alone, B?" Jasper asked. Once a week, Jasper is allowed to Skype with his friends and family. This week happened to be my week to talk to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine living here as long as you're okay with it," I shrugged.
"You know I'm okay with it," he chuckled.
"Your hair's growing back," I laughed. When Jasper went into the army he had to buzz all of his hair off. Well, not all – but it was incredibly short. His hair that used to shaggy and medium length was gone. But it was growing back, and some of the wave was starting to form.
"Yeah," he chuckled as he ran his hand through it. "I definitely missed it."
"It makes your head look normal," I joked.
"Thanks, B," he rolled his eyes with a smirk.
"Do you know when you're coming home yet?"
"Not yet," he sighed. "Sometimes it feels like I'm never coming home," he frowned. I sighed and pursed my lips. "How's my Rufus?" he asked, brightening the conversation.
"Ruf!" I called. He came running in and jumped on the bed. I pointed to the screen and he looked at it and cocked his head.
"Hey, boy!" Jasper said happily. Rufus cocked his head the other way and whined.
"He's as spoiled as ever," I giggled.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he grinned.
"Mom still calls him Rufy though," I scrunched my nose.
"Does she not realize what roofies are?" he laughed. "I don't want my dog being referred to as a drug."
"Really," I laughed.
"Private Swan," a man's voice came through my speaker. Jasper stood at attention.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Your times up. You can have more time next week."
"Yes, Sir," Jasper nodded. I heard retreating footsteps and Jasper sat down.
"Send my love to everyone, but I have to go. Miss you, B."
"Miss you too," I smiled half-heartedly. "And I will." Jasper winked before disconnecting the call. I sighed and signed off of Skype.
I got up from my bed and decided to change into comfier clothes instead of my pencil skirt and blouse. I went over to my closet and pulled out some sweats and a camisole.
My phone beeped as I was putting my shirt on. I walked over to the bed and saw a text from an unfamiliar number.
Miss me?
Confused, I read over the text multiple times before replying. Who is this?
It didn't take long before I got a response. I like the shirt ur wearing. It leaves little 2 the imagination.
How does this person know what I'm wearing? I looked out my window to see if I could see anyone. I quickly went downstairs to lock the door. My phone beeped again.
Don't waste ur time. I'm not out there.
In a panic, I quickly unlocked the door.
"Rufus!" I called. I opened the door and backed out, trying to see if anyone was in the house. I collided with something hard and screamed as loud as I could. I brought my hands up to the side of my head and squeezed my eyes shut.
"Bella! Bella!" a familiar voice called my name. I was too far gone into a anxiety attack to respond to the name. I was shaking and hyperventilating. I was becoming lightheaded from the lack of air. I couldn't force my eyes to open. I felt arms wrap around me and I soon realized I was sitting. Someone was stroking my hair and I felt Rufus nudge me with his nose. "Rufus, get out of here!" the voice said. "Bella, calm down, please," they pleaded. "You're fine, I'm here." The person held me while my anxiety attack ripped through me.
I don't know how long we sat there, but after what seemed like an eternity I was able to open my eyes and control my breathing. I looked up to the person who was holding me. Emmett. Worry was evident in his eyes. I looked away as tears rolled down my face.
"What happened?" he demanded.
"Nothing, you scared me," I sniffled.
"Why did you come out of the house like you were trying to get away from Michael Myers?" he said, joking only slightly apparent in his tone.
"I just got some weird texts, I'm fine," I insisted.
"What?" I picked up my phone and showed him the texts. "What the fuck? Come on, we're going to Dad's."
"No, please, it's not a big deal. Some creep must have found my number and was joking around," I whimpered, not even convincing myself.
"We're going to Dad's," he repeated with a tone of finality. "I'll get Rufus." Emmett walked inside. I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself.
"Bella?" I turned to see Edward walking up the sidewalk. I didn't answer him. Tears were still falling down my cheeks and I didn't trust my voice. "Why are you crying? What happened?" he asked as he came closer.
"N-nothing," I stuttered. "I'm fine."
"You're not fine. Look at you. You're crying and shaking. Something happened."
"Really, Edward," I said and took a deep breath. "I'm fine. I just had an anxiety attack."
Rufus came running out and was by my side instantly, putting some of his weight on me. Emmett wasn't far behind him.
"Who the hell are you?" Emmett asked rudely.
"Emmett," I scolded.
"Edward Cullen," Edward held his hand out. "Bella's friend." Emmett looked at me and I shrugged and nodded once.
"Emmett Swan," he shook Edward's hand. "Sorry, Edward, but Bella and I were just on our way out."
"Okay, I understand," he nodded to Emmett. He then grabbed my phone out of my hand. I was about to protest but he started talking before me. "If you need anything don't hesitate to call. I put my number in your phone," he said as he punched in the numbers on the keyboard and then gave the phone back to me. "No matter what time, don't think twice. I'll be there." He nodded as he looked me in the eyes. He broke our eye contact and nodded to Emmett. "It was nice meeting you," he said before walking away.
"When the hell did you meet him?"
"Last night," I said softly as we walked down to Emmett's Jeep. Rufus got int the back and I sat in the passenger seat. I pulled my knees up to my chest and laid my head on them as we drove towards Dad's house.
EPOV
What the hell happened? I had been watching the house for hours and nothing was out of place. I don't miss anything. Ever. I don't understand how anything could have happened without me catching it beforehand.
I checked all around Bella's house after she left. It didn't look like anyone broke in. It looked as if no one was even there.
I went over to my bike that was parked around the block and rode it to the station. I went to my desk and ran my hands through my hair thinking about what I could have missed.
"CULLEN!" Chief roared. I heard his pounding feet against the ground and I knew I was in some deep shit. How could I not be? Someone obviously scared the shit out of Bella and got past me.
"Chief," I nodded as I stood.
"What the fuck happened?" he demanded, a vein pulsing on his red forehead.
"I-I don't know," I said anxiously. "Nothing gets past me, Sir. Ever. No one was around her house besides me. I don't even know what freaked her out!"
"She got text messages from an unknown number. Are you sure there was no one that could see what she was wearing? Or if she was locking her door?"
"No, Sir. I had a clear view of the whole house. I saw Emmett walk up to her door and she walked out, backing into him, and screamed."
"Trace this number," he slammed a piece of paper with a number written on it onto my desk. I quickly started typing on my computer and soon it was tracing the device.
It came up with a house just out of town.
"Go back to your family, Sir, I've got this," I assured him.
I walked out with him and got on my bike.
"Oh, and Sir?" I called to him as he was about to get in his cruiser.
"What, Cullen?" he sighed.
"I gave Bella my number and told her to call if she needed anything. Could you give me hers so I don't answer with Officer Cullen?" He grumbled before giving me her number. He got in his cruiser and sped off. I put my helmet on and headed toward the house. I followed directions on my phone and was at the worn down house in a matter of minutes. I placed a hand on my gun as I made my way towards the house.
"FPD, open the door," I said in an official tone. No one opened the door. "Open the door or I'm going to use force to get in," I called clearly. Still no one answered. I pounded my shoulder into the door and it opened easily. "FPD!" I called. I pulled my gun out and held it facing the ground in both hands as I made my way around the house. I checked every room. No one was there. I sighed and placed my gun back in its holster. I looked around for the phone and saw it sitting on a beat up coffee table. I tried turning it on but there was no battery and the memory card was missing. I sighed and slipped it into my pocket. I walked back out to my bike and called Chief.
"Chief Swan," he answered.
"Chief, it's Officer Cullen," I said. I got back on my bike and sat there while I talked to him.
"Did you find it?"
"Yes, Sir, I did. It was in an abandoned house. The memory card and battery are gone."
"Good work," he said, careful not to say my name probably due to Bella's presence. "Take it to the station. You're done for the night."
"Is Bella staying at your house for the night?"
"Yes. I'll see you at the station bright and early tomorrow."
"Okay, Sir," I said before hanging up. I headed to the station to drop off the phone before heading home for the night.
BPOV
"What do you mean someone texted you?" Dad roared.
"Dad, it's not a big deal. It was probably some bored teenager," I tried convincing him.
"Give me your phone," he said as he held his hand out. I sighed but gave it to him.
"I'll be back," he stormed out, probably going to the station. I sat on the couch and ran my hands through my hair. I felt Mom sit next to me and rub my back.
"Maybe you should stay here until Jasper gets home."
"No. I'm not letting that son of a bitch run my life," I said, knowing she knew who I was talking about. "You don't know that this was him texting me. It could very possibly be some bored teenager like I said."
"We're just worried about you, Bella," she pleaded. "Do you know what it feels like to get a call from the hospital saying your daughter was severely beaten and is in ICU?"
"No, but I know what's it like to be that daughter," I grumbled.
"You staying here would put our minds at ease."
"I'll stay tonight. But I'm going back to Jasper's tomorrow. I'm only five minutes away. I'm a big girl, Mom."
"I'm going to get Rosie," Emmett said before walking out. I sighed before standing up and walking into the kitchen.
"Have you been taking your anxiety pills?" Mom asked.
"Every morning." I grabbed the orange juice carton out of the fridge and grabbed a glass from the cabinet above the sink. I poured some juice and put the carton back in the fridge. I sat at the table and sipped the tart juice.
"How's Jasper?"
"He's good. Still not sure when he's coming home, but he's good. He said to send his love." She nodded with pursed lips.
Mom flipped on the TV and we started watching recordings of Drew Carey's Improv-a-Ganza.
While Mom was engrossed in the show it couldn't keep my attention. My mind and heart were racing. What if the texts weren't harmless like I'm telling everyone? Why was Edward so concerned? What are the chances of him getting there right after everything happened? Why do I feel like I can trust him with anything?
I shook my head of these thoughts and stood up.
"I'm really tired, Mom. I'm going to bed. And then tomorrow I'm going home," I sighed before walking up the stairs and into my childhood room. I wasn't lying. I really am tired. Anxiety attacks take a lot out of me, emotionally and physically. I crawled into my bed and sighed as I let sleep take over.
"Bella, wake up!" Rose's voice called out. "Bella!" I opened my eyes and realized I was breathing heavily, sweating, and my heart was beating insanely fast. I sat up and tried to catch my breath.
"Did I wake anyone?" I asked after a few minutes when I got my breathing under control. My voice rang in my ears and sounded foreign.
"No, just me. I woke Emmett up on my way out of the room though."
"So Emmett knows I had a nightmare?" I whispered.
"Yeah," Emmett said from the doorway. Rose got up and Emmett came over to me. I stood up and he hugged me to him. "Maybe you should stay here, Bella. Wait to go back to Jasper's until he's home."
"No, I'm not living here. My nightmares will happen anywhere I go."
"Then start taking that medicine again."
"I'm fine," I insisted as I pulled away from him. "I'll be fine. Jasper should be coming home soon. He's been gone a year." He looked at me warily before sighing. "Fine," he groaned. He gave me one more hug before starting to walk away. "Go back to bed." Yeah, like that'll happen.
"Okay." I sat back on my bed after the left and ran a hand through my damp hair. I looked at the time. Six thirty in the morning. Dad is already at work, Mom won't be up for another hour. I sighed and grabbed my phone. Should I call him? Is he awake? Fuck it. I found him in my contact list and stared at the number.
After a moment I sucked in a breath and pressed the call icon. I held the phone up to my ear as it rang.
"Hello?" he answered and I let out an audible breath.
"Hey, it's, uh, it's Bella," I said and internally groaned at how stupid I sound.
"Hey, Bella, what are you doing up this early?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
"I woke up and now I can't sleep."
"Okay, what can I do for you?" I heard someone in the background say something to Edward and he responded with "okay".
"Is this a bad time?"
"No, no, I was just heading out from work."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, what do you need?"
"Just someone to talk to," I shrugged.
"Well, would you like to meet me for coffee?"
"I don't have a car," I said hesitantly.
"I can pick you up," he offered.
"O-okay," I said.
"If you're not comfortable with meeting me it's fine."
"No, I want to. Here's the address," I said before giving him Charlie's address.
"See you in a few," he said before hanging up. I got up and went into the bathroom. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and fixed my make-up. I grabbed my phone and went to leave a note for Mom.
Mom –
Went to meet a friend for coffee. Have my phone with me.
-B
I walked out onto the porch to wait for Edward. What the hell did you get yourself into?
EPOV
"Now what, Chief?" I asked as I showed him the phone.
"I guess just wait," he sighed as he scrubbed his palm over his face. "Can't do much with this piece of shit." My phone started ringing and Bella's name appeared on my caller I.D. I looked at Chief before answering it.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's, uh, it's Bella," she said, sounding nervous.
"Hey, Bella, what are you doing up this early?" I asked as I looked at Chief. He shrugged.
"I woke up and now I can't sleep," she sounded like something was bugging her.
"Okay, what can I do for you?" I asked. Chief snapped at me. I looked up at him.
"Give her whatever she wants," he said in a warning tone.
"Okay," I nodded before he walked away.
"Is this a bad time?" she asked.
"No, no, I was just heading out from work." I got up from my desk and grabbed the keys to my bike.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, what do you need?"
"Just someone to talk to," she said in a small voice.
"Well, would you like to meet me for coffee?"
"I don't have a car."
"I can pick you up," I offered.
"O-okay."
"If you're not comfortable with meeting me it's fine," I assured her.
"No, I want to. Here's the address," she said before giving me the address to I'm assuming Chief's house.
"See you in a few," I said and hung up. I put my helmet on and sped off towards home to get another helmet. I then quickly sped off towards the address.
When I got there Bella was standing on the porch wide-eyed as she saw me pull up. I parked my bike and pulled my helmet off.
BPOV
"Hey," he called. He got off the bike and came over to me.
"Hey," I gulped.
"What's wrong?" he asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"I-I've never been on a bike before," I said, but it wasn't true. I had been on a bike when I used to hang out with Jacob Black in high school.
"Would you like to walk?"
"No, it's fine. We can take the bike," I said without taking my eyes off it.
"Hey," he said as he blocked my sight of it. I looked into his eyes. "Don't be scared, okay? I'm a safe driver, I promise," he said as he held up his right hand. I gave him a soft smile. We walked down to his bike. I took a glance back at the house.
"You're not breaking out are you?" he joked.
"No, I'm an adult. I can do what I want," I said almost snottily.
"Well, adult, here's your big girl helmet," he said playfully as he handed me a helmet. It covered my face with a see through plastic shield. He pulled his helmet on and put the shield up. He got on the bike and held his hand out to me.
I hesitantly grabbed it and he helped me onto the bike. He pulled my arm around his stomach and reached behind to grab the other. He pulled me gently so my chest was against his back.
"You okay?" he called back, slightly turning his head.
"Yeah," I said, my voice wavering as my heart kept pounding against my chest.
"Hold on," he said as he started it. I put my feet up and he started driving away. I ignored the static running through my arms and tried to focus on not freaking out. A few moments later we were outside the local diner. I let go of Edward and tried getting off the bike. My foot got caught and I ended up falling.
"Whoa," Edward said as he caught me. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, just being my normal self," I grumbled.
"You normally fall?"
"Pretty much," I averted my eyes to the ground. We stood there for a moment and I could tell he was staring at me. I looked at the diner and started walking in. He followed me. We walked to the back and sat in a small booth. I pulled my legs us onto the bench next to me.
"So, you wanted to talk?" he asked. I looked up at him and into his eyes. He looked like he genuinely cared.
"You can probably tell I'm not normal," I said randomly. Blush crept up my cheeks as I realized what I just said.
"Wait, what?" he asked.
"Sorry, I'm nervous," I groaned and put my head in my hands.
"Please don't be nervous," he said as he gently pulled my hands from my face. I tensed up but let him pull them down to the table. "I've noticed you don't like it when I touch you. I'm sorry I've been doing that a lot. I'm kind of touchy-feely," he shrugged with an apologetic look.
"No, it's fine," I sighed. "I just," I started searching for the words. "I'm not good with guys."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know you well enough to feel comfortable telling you." I started playing with my napkin, ripping little pieces off of it.
"Good morning, what can I get for you two?" a teenager asked as she approached our table.
"Coffee," I smiled at her.
"Make it two," Edward smiled. She seemed in a daze when she walked away.
"That was harsh," I noted.
"What?" he asked.
"You literally like put her in a trance."
"Sorry?" he asked, wanting clarification.
"You dazzled her."
"I did?"
"Kinda, yeah," I giggled.
"Do I dazzle you?" he asked and flashed me crooked smile.
"N-no," I stuttered.
"Sure," he chuckled. He turned serious after that. "Bella, I want to be your friend. I want you to feel like you can trust me."
"I don't know why, but I feel like I already can." The girl came back with our coffees and set them in front of us.
"Would you like anything to eat?" she asked, mainly looking at Edward.
"Bella? Would you like anything?" he asked. I realized my wallet was at home.
"I don't have money. I can't even pay for my coffee," I frowned, feeling bad that Edward was going to have to pay for my drink.
"I've got it. Get whatever you want."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
"Uh, can I have a half order of strawberry pancakes?" the girl wrote it on her notepad. She looked at Edward and smiled.
"And for you, Sir?"
"Two eggs over easy, a side of bacon, and wheat toast please," he smiled.
"That'll be right out. If you need anything give me a call. My name's Claire."
"Thanks Claire," I smiled. I put two creams and some sugar in my coffee. Edward drank his black.
"Gross," I scrunched my nose as I watched him.
"What?"
"You're not going to put anything in that?"
"There's coffee in it?" he said, referring to the mug.
"I meant your coffee, smart-ass," I rolled my eyes.
"I know," he chuckled. "No. Why?"
"You drink it black."
"Yeah, it's like my soul," he joked. I rolled my eyes. "So, help me get to know you."
"What do you want me to say?" I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.
"Let's start with what's your favorite color?"
"Green," I answered automatically. "But, um," I said awkwardly. "I also like blue." I mentally cursed myself for sounding so stupid. "Yours?"
"Right now?" I nodded. "Probably brown," he smirked. He was totally mocking me.
"Are you mocking me?" I asked before I could stop myself. I really need a filter. "Damn it, don't answer that," I groaned. I brought my hands back up to my face, covering my blush. "I didn't mean to say that. I don't have a filter. Please just forget I said that," I rambled.
"Bella," he chuckled. "I'm going to grab your hands if you don't bring them away from your face." I sighed but removed my hands and looked at the sugar dispenser. "Hey," he said as he lowered his head so he was in my vision. "Please don't be shy with me." I looked up at him. "I'm not mocking you." I nodded. "Do you like sports?"
"Watching. I don't play for obvious reasons."
"Any favorites?"
"Baseball and hockey."
"What a coincidence. I played those in high school," he smiled. "Along with football."
"Sports freak much?"
"Just a little," he laughed. "Whatever kept me out of trouble," he shrugged.
"What high school did you go to?"
"Seattle."
"How the hell did you end up here? Seattle's, what? Three hours away?"
"Well, my family moved here after my sister graduated high school. My father was transferred from Seattle Grace to the hospital here."
"Transferred?" I asked. Was his dad ill?
"He's a doctor," he said, eliminating my worries. "Surgeon, rather." I nodded. "So why are you here? When you could be anywhere else, why here?"
"Family," I shrugged.
"That's it?" he asked.
"What do you mean that's it?" I asked a little offended.
"Sorry, you're not here for a job?"
"Oh," I said sheepishly, another wave of blush covering my cheeks. "I'm an eleventh grade English teacher at Forks High."
"Why there?"
"Twenty questions?" I giggled.
"I'm just trying to get to know you," he smiled. Claire came over with our food and set it in front of us.
"Well, I don't quite know why I teach there. I mean, when I attended FHS as a student, I wanted nothing more than to get out of there. But I got a job offer and decided to take it." He nodded as he took a bite of bacon. "What do you do for a living?"
"I'm a pediatrician," he nodded. "I guess I kind of followed in my father's footsteps." We ate in silence for a few minutes. My phone started buzzing in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the caller I.D.
"Excuse me, I have to take this," I smiled apologetically as I got out of the booth.
"Hey, Mom," I answered as I walked outside.
"Who the hell are you meeting for breakfast?" she asked accusingly.
"Edward," I shrugged.
"Who?"
"A guy I know. Why?"
"Well I wake up and none of us know where you are. Emmett said you had another nightmare."
"So?" I asked as I ran my hand through my hair.
"This isn't healthy, Bella. You can't keep having nightmares."
"Mom, I know what I'm doing. Now, I'm being incredibly rude to Edward so if you'll let me get back to breakfast," I trailed off.
"Fine, we're not finished with this conversation."
"I didn't think we were." She hung up and I sighed before walking back into the diner. "Sorry," I apologized as I sat down.
"It's fine," he smiled. "Are you okay?" he asked. I looked down at my half eaten pancakes.
"I'm fine," I recited for the millionth time.
"Bullshit," he muttered. I looked up at him angrily.
"What?"
"I don't believe that you're fine."
"Did you stop to think that maybe I know myself better than you know me?"
"Yeah, but I think that you may be trying to convince yourself that you're fine."
"I'm fine," I said slowly.
"Fine," he said, but I could tell he still didn't believe me. Everyone else believed me. At least, I thought they did.
EPOV
It was proving to be difficult to get Bella to open up to me. Granted, this is the first time we have actually had a chance to have a real conversation.
"I'm sorry if I offended you," I sighed after a few moments of silence. She looked up at me with her large brown eyes. Throughout breakfast she would sneak shy glances at me. I played it off like I didn't notice. She didn't say anything.
"No rush, but here's your check. Just pay up at the counter," our waitress, Claire I think her name was, said as she put the bill on our table. I reached for my wallet and opened it under the table to be sure she didn't see my badge.
"I'll pay you back," she said as she watched me set money on the table.
"No you won't," I said and smirked at her.
"Why not?"
"Because I offered to bring you here. My treat." She bit her lip and scrunched her eyebrows together as she looked down at her empty plate. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded and we went up to the counter. I paid the bill, leaving a tip for the waitress, and led Bella out to the bike. I handed her a helmet and got on the bike. She hesitantly got on the bike.
She became more comfortable with being around me, but she was still hesitant with everything she did. I want nothing more than to mess up the fucker who made her like this. He ruined her sense of normalcy around men. He tainted her image of all men.
Bella wrapped her arms around me and held on tight.
"You ready?" I called back to her.
"Yeah," she called back, sounding so small. I started the bike and we headed back to Chief's house. I pulled up to the curb and stopped. She got off the bike and pulled her helmet off.
"Thanks," she smiled. Blush coated her cheeks for the hundredth time since I picked her up. I pulled the shield up on my helmet.
"Don't worry about it," I smiled. "I had fun."
"It was interesting," she smiled softly.
"See you later?"
"Later," she nodded. She started walking towards the house.
"Bella?" I called. She stopped and turned, realizing what I was getting at.
"Right, helmet," she grinned embarrassed. She handed it to me before walking away.
"Oh, and Bella?"
"Yes?" she asked as she turned around.
"You're not trash," I said sincerely. Her eyes widened in shock, probably from the knowledge that I heard her last night. She nodded and retreated into the house. I noticed Chief looking at me through the window. I nodded to him before taking off.
BPOV
"Since when do you know an Edmund?" Mom asked as soon as I entered the house.
"I've known Edward for about a day."
"And you're already going out to breakfast with him?" she asked astonished.
"I don't know what it is, but I feel like I can trust him. Like he's different. I'm nervous as hell around him, but I want to be around him."
"I don't want to see you getting hurt," she said softly, a pleading look in her eyes.
"I'm not going to shelter myself from every guy because one asshole decided I was his punching bag." She winced at the harshness of my words. Rose came down from the stairs.
"You went to breakfast wearing that?" she asked as she eyed my outfit. Sweatpants, a camisole, and a light jacket.
"Is that a problem?" I asked bitterly. She fixed her eyes on the floor. "Shit, Rose, I'm sorry. I'm just moody. I didn't mean to sound rude."
"It's fine," she said as she looked up at me and offered a soft smile.
"Can I go home, please?" I pleaded.
"I'll take you home," Emmett said as he came downstairs. Mom looked at me pleadingly.
"I'm an adult. I can take care of myself," I insisted. "And I've got Rufus," I smiled. "Ru!" I called. He came trotting up to me. "Bye, I'll talk to you later," I smiled. I walked out with Emmett and Rose and we all got in the Jeep. I sat in the back with Rufus.
"How was breakfast?" Rose asked.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"Just okay?"
"Well, it was interesting. I was nervous as hell the whole time. I mean, he picked me up on an R1!"
"Seriously?" Emmett asked.
"See, Em, people do ride those!" Rose said as she playfully punched him. "I want one!"
"Whatever you say, sweetheart," he sighed. "You actually rode on it with him?"
"Yeah," I shrugged. We pulled up to my house and I got out with Rufus close behind. "Thanks for the ride," I smiled.
"If you get anymore texts call Dad or me right away."
"Yeah, alright," I nodded.
"Have Rufus with you at all times outside."
"Emmett. I get it." I waved to them before walking inside. I shut the door and locked it before looking around. Everything was in place. I walked around the house, making sure nothing was out of place, that there was no one there. I don't know what I would have done if someone were there. But I just needed to know.
I sighed and walked into my room. I changed into jeans and a t-shirt with a zip-up hoodie. I grabbed my school bag and walked into the kitchen. I fixed myself a cup of tea before walking out to the porch and starting correcting papers.
Rufus laid at the top of the porch stairs as I graded. I hated assigning papers because I hated grading them. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
I spaced out after a while, thinking about Edward. Why am I so interested in wanting to be around him? Wanting to know him. Everything about him invited me in and that's what scared me the most. I wanted to tell him everything. All the things I kept hidden from my family. Things I haven't even told Rose. I wanted to let him in and to trust him with everything.
Knowing that I almost told him everything at breakfast terrified me. I'm not ready to tell even my family every detail of what happened, so why would I be okay with telling Edward?
"I'm fucked, aren't I Ruf?" I asked. He lifted his head to look at me before settling back onto the porch. "That's what I thought," I sighed.
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