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Edward's POV:
She stood in the distance, her gaze locked on mine from across the parking lot. Her chocolate-brown eyes looked away in flushed embarrassment as one of her friends stood beside her, rambling on about something that held no interest upon her. She seemed to be focused on something else.
Something like me.
My mind stretched across the parking lot; Jessica Stanley at one end, confused, and Bella's friend Eric Yorkie, a little hurt as he complained silently in his head while talking aloud to her.
…Why is she staring at Cullen, anyway? Is she even listening to a word I'm saying…? his mind thought silently.
…Look at her…Why do half of the guys have an interest in her? She's nothing but a…
I quickly tuned out Jessica's sullen, petty thoughts as a silent growl ripped through my lips unexpectedly. Why did it bother me that the Stanley girl thought those cruel things?
But it did. There was no denying it.
"Bella," I heard the girl's friend say, clear as crystal as I focused on that one conversation over the other socials' voices in the parking lot. "What are you staring at?"
Bella Swan's eyes tore from mine, her cheeks flushing darker. I continued to hold my breath as he sweet blood rose to her face. My throat burned in agony, but that wasn't concerning me right now.
"Nothing, Eric. Nothing."
Eric's gaze focused on mine then, a look of pure hatred, but the hint of fear extending towards me not completely hidden. The fear and uncertainty of me had not vanished from his dark eyes.
Cullen, he snarled furiously in his head. Shoulda know. I mean, who else? he added jealously.
"Cullen, huh?"
Bella's eyes narrowed at Eric as he spoke of me. "You don't know what you're talking about, Eric." She stormed into her car, nearly tripping on her way there, and the truck gave a growl of its own, much louder than mine. The Yorkie kid complained, shouting apologies over the sound of her Chevy.
She rolled her window up and then slowly backed out of the parking lot. I noticed she was a careful person. Not so much as graceful, but responsible. Mature.
Bella was about out of the high school lot when I met her face in the mirror of her truck. Her expression looked about my own; pained and confused. Such a girl should not have to act or look such a way. There was only one thing to do.
I had to talk to her.
Again, sorry it's so short! But that was a continuing for the last chapter. We had to see how Edward was feeling, right? Haha, R&R and thank you so much for the reviews! Let's try to get more! Please. LOL, thank you so much! 333