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Your heart, I'll carry it with me …

Bella Swan moves to Forks where she meets Edward Cullen. But this is not your typical Bella and this is not the story you know.

Twilight fanfiction; I own nothing.

CHAPTER FIVE

The next morning I woke up with a terrible headache. I was sure it was a consequence of the concussion I had suffered in PE class and it explained so much, so perfectly! Having a blood clot somewhere in my brain was definitely better than being head over heels in love with Edward Cullen.

I felt so emotional when I looked through the window and saw snow, snow everywhere; I don't know what freaked me out more – staring into accident waiting to happen or the mania I was in. I should certainly be worried more, way more than I was. After a long shower and medication, the headache gradually faded; I felt competent enough to go to school.

I almost regretted it when I stood at my locker and he silently appeared behind me. There must be something seriously wrong with me; I didn't hear or detect him till he leant very, very close to my ear. I hoped it was fear that made me almost touch the ceiling with my head.

"I was studying maths last night and I understood a lot," he whispered.

"And your idea of thanking me is scaring the hell out me?" I said when I started breathing again.

"I am sorry," he smiled.

I turned to him. Hooray, the medication was working! I was completely numb. Not only that I didn't feel the pain anymore; even looking at Edward, this indescribably beautiful man didn't trigger any emotions. Was I only dreaming about yesterday? Didn't I go all gaga over him? I certainly wished I hadn't.

I maybe indeed was over him but he was still in the running. He was looking at me with lust spelled all over his face. He was certainly standing too close to me; no student should ever be so close to their master. Poor guy, maybe they never taught him how to say thank you! He might now think his physical beauty, his luring eyes are better that a spoken thank you! Well, they are but come on, a bit of politeness, please?!

"What are you thinking right now?" he asked.

My mind was floating somewhere between how effective the pills I had taken were, how late I was for Spanish class and how proud I was for not getting psychotic now, when he was almost touching me.

"What do you think?" I shrugged.

"Honestly, this time I have no idea …"

"I'm really late for class …" I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he swiftly moved back with an expression of regret. It was cute; could he really be so naively unaware that everyone would love nothing more than to be a truant with him by their side? He must fake it, this innocent mask! No one this pretty could possibly not be aware of their appearance. Just like those people in singing competitions when they start sobbing after being told they are awesome. I know I such at sports but I excel at English. Everyone knows what they're good at; 98% of people even brag. I wish everyone would just stop affecting modesty and admit the truth. Ain't like it is entirely their fault that they're this awesome! Genes are yours; there are your legal heritance.

"Before I forget, Bella … don't wait for me in the library today. I am going away for a few days with Emmett …"

"Oh, sure, have fun," I nodded and was about to walk away. I was really, really late. "Just… the coat you lent me … I am so sorry, I totally forgot about it this morning …"

"I'll just drop by your house one afternoon and take it," he shrugged.

Well, that was certainly not the response I wanted to hear. I was crazy enough yesterday to want to marry the guy but the thought of him being inside my house shocked me. I don't know why, really. I had had friends visiting all the time in Phoenix. It was just that … Edward Cullen was not exactly a friend. I had no idea what he was and this was probably what made me oppose the idea.

But something told me that if he were a textbook helping me to get that damn scholarship I wanted I would probably not only let him come to my house but pampered him till the end of his days.

I spent the whole Spanish contemplating whether I should just sit on a plane and fly back to Phoenix. Maybe I really had an ex-boyfriend there but at the moment he was not by far as distracting as Edward. These new issues I had were certainly making me very forgiving towards the boy who had broken my heart.

After Spanish class … well, let's just say things started looking up. It was almost as if a wind came and blew away all the dark clouds that were having tea party above my head. Literally, after a remarkably successful hour of PE (nothing hit me! Nothing hit me! This day should be a national holiday!) the sun began shining again, for the first time in weeks! The winter was so much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Even HD TV cannot do it justice. Yes, temperatures were freezing and I bet Charlie was very concerned about this month's bill for heating but I had time of my life!

I didn't see Edward for days. I heard the whole Cullen family went on a ski trip somewhere in central US. Even better, dreams of Edward subsided and I was back to dreaming about school, holiday and my mum! I managed to focus on school, write an outstanding essay about Wuthering Heights and I even fell in love with triangles and functions and god knows what else. Geography … ah, geography was just perfection! I was such a nerd that I am surprised I didn't end up locked in my own locker.

Every free moment I had I spent running around in snow, laughing and enjoying as if I was a mad woman. I built a snow man for the first time and even won a snowball fight – with Mike's help, but anyway. I hoped and prayed winter would never go away.

Sadly, the Anticyclone soon passed. The sky got dark again and the temperatures risen, meaning snow began melting and I got to know slush. Not something I missed in Phoenix.

One day, after school, I put my shoes and socks on the radiator. Everything was wet although the shoes were supposed to be water proof. I don't know who I was expecting to see when a doorbell rang but when I opened the door, I was genuinely surprised to see Edward standing on the porch. The sun totally made me forget not only about him, but also about his coat hanging in my closet.

To Be Continued.

Broughttoyouby:::winter.