Never Again, Chapter 5: Moving On.

Okay, short chapter, because I wanted to start Chapter6 at a certain point, and I happened to reach that point few words.

No, I don't own Twilight. I'm just stupidly unoriginal. And obsessive.

Two miles. Two miles in the pouring rain. If I ever was to meet karma in a dark alley…

As soon as I got in and changed, I realized what a dump we lived in. Seriously, the place was a tip. So I decided I'd do something constructive rather than my first idea.

I did all my homework, even math. But I wouldn't be telling people about that.

I cooked Jazz loads of stuff for the freezer for him to defrost whenever he felt like it. I'm such a kiss ass.

Then I cleaned. And I mean, proper cleaned. I moved furniture, I did laundry, I vacuumed, I scrubbed, I took out the trash over and over again, I even polished anything that came into contact with dust on a regular basis.

I flopped down on my new clean couch, pillows fluffed to perfection. I was exhausted, but I suppose five hours of cleaning does that to you. I glanced at the clock. 10.45.

I was out of things to do, so I put on the TV. I watched the figures moving about on the screen, but I couldn't make sense of anything that was happening. I felt totally mindless.

I knew that I should really go to bed, but I wanted to wait for Jazz. I knew he'd probably be staying at Alice's; I just didn't want to go up there by myself…

God, I really was pathetic.

Just one more hour. That's it. If Jazz wasn't back by then, I'd just go to bed.

I must have dozed off, though, because I was dreaming. Or it was happening. Dunno, I felt kind of stoned, really.

"Bless her. I knew I should've stayed with her." That was Jasper. He really was the bestest big brother in the entire world. I felt myself being lifted, and then I was moving. I heard the squeaky stair as we ascended. I felt my bed beneath me then, and I fell back into sleep.

Tuesday, I decided, was a good day. My alarm clock went off on time, Jazz had remembered to buy milk, it wasn't raining yet and… my truck started! Maybe karma was learning to back off.

I drove to school with butterflies in my stomach. I didn't understand why, till I pulled into school and saw it.

There he was, leaning against that shiny car.

God, had he gotten more luscious?

I pulled into a space, and took a minute to control my breathing. Pathetic! Pull yourself together, woman! And remember: eyes up.

I walked towards the school, and he ran towards me. I fought the urge to happy-dance, and put a genuine, happy, probably really creepy and paedophilic smile on my lips.

"Hey," he said.

"Oh! Hey!" I'm so good.

"So…yesterday…I was-"

"Oh, I'm really sorry about that, Edward," I told him. I sounded really confident, and I wasn't even trying. "I had to get home."

"Oh, yeah, I know. It's just that I wanted to ask you something."

Eeeeeeeeeeee! No! No getting your hopes up! He just wants to borrow your Biology notes!

I took another deep breath. Did this guy get a kick out of having girls pass out due to lack of oxygen or something?

"Ask away." I smiled sweetly.

"This is gonna sound really stupid," he muttered. I wasn't sure if it was to himself or to me, so I decided to be uncharacteristically tact and wait. "But… well, you seem a lot more interesting than the rest of these sluts, and I-"

"I'm sorry?" my tone was now highlighted with venom now.

"No! I just meant that, I ugh!" He cursed under his breath. I waited for a decent explanation. "Look, I know I've only just met you, Bella, but… my brother has this party thing going on, and he wants me to get a date. Do you…fancy coming with me?"

Ego, you may inflate.

Ok, lets calm down. Play it cool, Bella, don't let him think he's got you.

"When exactly is this party thing?" That's good. Keep it up.

"Tonight."

Oh. There went my good day. We had the annual get together of the Washington Police Force tonight, and it was Forks' turn to host. Jazz was super adamant that we both went every year.

"God, Edward, I'm sorry. I'm busy tonight."

"Oh," He sounded… disappointed? No. He sounded shocked. Like I actually had a life or something. Or shocked that I wouldn't drop whatever I was doing to go out with him. Don't get me wrong, I would. But Jazz comes first. Bros before Hoes and all that. "That's OK. I guess I'll just… go by myself."

"If it were any other night-"

He held up his palm to stop me. "It's fine. Some other time, then."

I nodded. "Definitely."

"I guess I'll… see you in Biology." He leaned towards me. What the freaking… he kissed my cheek swiftly and then turned around and walked into school.

And me? Me, being the total twat that I am, I stood there with my hand pressed to the spot his lips had touched in the middle of the parking lot for a good ten minutes.

Pathetic!!

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