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Bella's POV
It's the last week of school before Christmas break and I'm once again called in the principal's office.
I thought Edward had stopped acting like a brat. Apparently not.
Ever since when we returned from Kitty's, he talks about our holiday in Aspen every day. I still can't believe he wants to willingly spend time with me at the secluded cabin, but I'm not saying no.
I need the break.
We had a talk about his admission on having three girlfriends. That was one awkward conversation for both of us.
We're in the kitchen, ready to have a deep conversation.
I made Edward sit down, promising I'll be quick.
He's at the table, staring at the tea cup I put in front of him while I sit on top of the counter with my own cup of tea. Cozy.
"So what do you want to talk about?" he mumbles, not looking at me.
"Well, I've been thinking of what you said while we visited Kitty. It's been a week since we returned and I'm really curious," I start.
"Yeah?" he prompts me, glancing my way.
I uncross my legs then cross them the other way making sure my bathrobe is covering me enough. "You said you had three girlfriends. You never talked about it."
"God, I'm so not talking to you about this!" He stands and makes to leave.
"Sit your ass back down!" I demand.
"Make it quick and the less embarrassing the better."
"I'll try," I promise. "I just want to know if you talked to Carl about this." My leg starts bouncing nervously.
I truly hope Carl gave him that talk. I'm not mentally prepared to have such a discussion with him.
"Yes, Bella! Dad made sure to give me the talk when I was eleven and he caught me in the bathroom…you know…" His face is red.
"I see," I mumble, silently processing that my best friend, eleven year old Edward wasn't exactly a saint. "And with those girlfriends…"
How do kids say this?
"What about them?" Edward groans, taking his cup and drinking from it.
"What base did you reach with them?"
"Bella, seriously!"
"Were you being safe?" I ask, feeling my own face catching fire.
"Jesus!" he exclaims and stands again. "Yes, okay? Can we end this conversation and pretend it never happened?"
"But I want to make sure you're being safe. It's perfectly normal to have a girlfriend. Actually, if you have one, I'd like to meet her."
And tell her to beware because I'm going to kill her if she hurts you, I add to myself.
"I don't. Can I go finish my homework?"
"Sure, honey." I throw him a smile which he doesn't return. Then he's gone, bounding up the stairs.
I can hear him muttering about crazy housemates. That would be me.
I park in the school's lot and brace myself for whatever Mr. Volturi has to say.
I just take my phone with me, leaving the briefcase and purse in the car. As I cross the lot I realize everyone's staring at me.
Awesome.
I will my legs to move faster.
I never like coming here during school hours. I'm surrounded by horny teenage boys.
Jacob waves to me when I step inside the building.
"Haven't seen you in a few months!"
I roll my eyes. "Yeah well. I missed you," I joke.
"You know the way," he says before turning and shouting at someone.
On my way to Mr. Volturi's office, I see Edward in the hallway. He's with Emmett – talking.
The first thing I see is a fresh bruise on his cheek.
"Edward Cullen!" I yell, unable to keep my calm.
The hallway becomes so quiet you can hear the breaths and heartbeats of anticipation.
"Shit," Edward whispers. "Why did he call you?" He looks scared.
"What have you done now?" I shout, advancing to him. "It's the last week before break and you get in trouble? Seriously? What the heck should I do so you'll actually stay out of trouble?"
"Bella, look," he whispers, glancing around.
"No, you look!" I snap, pressing my finger to his chest. "I'm beyond busy at work and when Mr. Volturi called to tell me something about you I thought I'd explode!"
"But I didn't…."
"Just wait until you get home!" I threaten him. Then I march to the principal's office. Everyone scurries out of my way.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" I hear Edward shouting from behind me, but I don't stop.
Once inside the office, Shelly tells me to go ahead because Aaron is waiting.
"Mrs. Cullen!" Mr. Volturi beams at me, coming to shake and kiss my hand.
What the fuck?
"I have to say we are in a situation like never before." He grins. "For the first time since Edward started here, I called you to tell you good news."
"Sorry?" I ask in disbelief.
Shit.
Oh, no.
I screamed at him in front of his whole school for nothing.
He must hate me.
"There was a conflict in the cafeteria. One of his fellow seniors was harassing a poor freshmen and he jumped to help her. Got a bruise in the process, but he did something very good. I had to call you."
"Oh no!" I cover my face.
"Aren't you proud of him?" he asks me shocked.
"I just bumped into him…and thought he got in another fight…and shouted at him," I explain.
"He'll forgive you, I bet. Actually, you can go and talk to him. School let out," he encourages me.
"Thank you," I whisper and leave his office in a daze.
Edward didn't get in a fight. He took some girl's side.
I embarrassed him.
As I leave the school, the lot is deserted.
He hasn't waited for me.
I speed home, ready to grovel. To my surprise, his car isn't there.
Knowing where I can find him, I turn the car around and head to Emmett's house.
I shouldn't have just snapped at Edward, but Jasper drove me crazy with the party we are holding this weekend, then I have to make a list with what we get with us to Aspen – if Edward still wants that now.
I park askew and rush to the door then knock until someone opens it.
Emmett.
"Mrs. Cullen…"
"Don't tell me he's not here. I can see his car," I tell him seriously. "Does he hate me?"
"I don't think he can ever hate you." He shows me his dimples before letting me inside.
Edward's on the couch, holding a bag of frozen peas to his face. I rush to him and kneel between his legs.
"I'm so sorry I screamed at you. Forgive me," I whisper, pushing his hand away from his face, catching his cheeks between my hands and kissing all over his face. "I thought you got in trouble again. I'm so proud of you for helping that girl."
He freezes under my attack, but I don't stop until I realize I'm a breath away from kissing his lips.
Whoa.
I lean back on my haunches, grasping his hands.
"Am I forgiven for embarrassing you?" I ask worried.
"It's okay," he mumbles. "You got called so many times because of bad stuff, you wouldn't think you were called because of something good." He shrugs.
"Does it hurt? Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"No, it doesn't really hurt. Em insisted on the peas."
Emmett!
I turn to see his friend in the living room's doorway watching us surprised but amused.
"Let's go home. We need to discuss what we're taking to Aspen. You still want to go, right?" I check.
"Of course!" Edward exclaims. He's already on his feet, throwing the frozen peas at Emmett.
After saying goodbye to his friend we leave. Around halfway home, Edward passes me probably bored by my slow speed, but the roads are icy.
All I can think is that I almost kissed him.
What truly scares me is that a big part of me wants that – to kiss Edward.
It's unquestionable that he's very good looking, but he's thirteen years younger than me and for intents and purposes, he's my step son.
She's still confused, but she'll get over it soon. ;)
There will be a picture of how Bella was dressed at school in the group.