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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 EIGHT

Think a runaway train.

Think an eye of a tornado.

Think Wild West lady, with a horse and a gun. Or Kelly Clarkson in 'Since You've Been Gone'.

Think whatever you want. The next day I entered the school as one very angry lady. A good night sleep (yes, I slept surprisingly well) did not help tame my emotion. This black mamba was about to attack.

As we met in the library to study maths, he looked lightly apprehensive. He thought I was still upset about the pop quiz. He had no idea a new kind of anger arrived in town.

As usual, I gave him a few exercises form the book. Only, this time I mixed him with exercises we hadn't learnt about in school yet.

Apparently he truly believed I was dumb. Or he was the one blind, naïve and stupid. He didn't even notice. He solved the exercise, from what I could see, quite correctly, definitely more successfully as I would since I had no idea what to do. He truly was a maths prodigy!

Of course, a few steps from the end, he made a beginner's mistake. Stupid, useless fractions! Why would anyone bother doing them correctly if we have calculators for it? It is a waste of brain cells.

You know how you are so angry that you can't do anything but laugh? When a true expression of emotions would doubtlessly put you six feet under?

Well, I leant back in my chair, shook my head and smiled as he looked at me puzzled.

"You son of a bitch."

"Excuse me?" he looked genuinely surprised. Somebody threatened his reputation of a shy, naïve, good boy. I would be upset too.

"You know what I mean!" I exclaimed.

He carefully looked at me, as if truly had no idea.

"Is this about Geography yesterday?"

"No, it is not! It is about you faking an F and wasting my time!"

"I wasn't faking anything," he laughed and probably thought his smile would save him. It would, on any other day, with any other girl and quite possibly even with me in different emotional state.

"Oh, stop it! I talked to Alice; not just that - you are better at Maths than I am!"

"And how could you possibly know that?"

Sociopath, he was clearly a sociopath. And I invited him in my house. Wonder how I managed not to end up ripped in the ditch yet!

"Thank god you are not a woman, Edward, you are terrible at faking things! Or at least analyse situations before acting! You are claiming not to not the m of maths yet you have correctly solved an exercise we won't study for another month! Yet miraculously, your fractions are all over the place! Seriously, you really think I'm that dumb?!"

"It is just a coincidence …" was that a 'I just got caught' look on his face?

"Is your middle name Coincidence? You surely bump into many of them lately!"

"Bella…"

"Don't Bella me and don't dare say to calm down! What the hell is your problem?! Not just that you mess with your grades, you are wasting my time! You really think I have nothing better to do with my time?! Like study other subjects for example? Your father, Edward is a doctor and he'll pay for any college you want. Charlie is a sheriff and mum's husband barely earns enough to cover the bills! I have to get the scholarship otherwise I'll die before having enough money for college! Why do you have to be so selfish?!"

"Selfish? Don't you think I realize how important this scholarship is for you? Why do you think I helped you with Geography yesterday?"

"What kind of a freak are you?! You're telling me you broke into professor's cabinet FOR ME?!"

"How many times do I need to tell you that I didn't break into anything, Bella?"

"Then tell me, Mr Innocent, how did you know the questions?"

Of course he didn't know. The liar started believing in his own cooking up. What did I do to ever deserve this? I should just stop studying, get the hootchie momma clothing on and change my permanent address to streets. Addict myself with cocaine, meth, whatever is found on streets nowadays. There's absolutely no use in being good, faeces always start falling onto you.

"I can't tell you that, Bella."

"Can't or don't want?"

A picture is said to tell more than a thousand words. Apparently I was Tolstoy's 'War and Peace' for Edward; he stared at me as if I just staggered out of a night club, drunk. It was so excruciating, his staring into a pimple on my chin, that I would probably mimic Anna Karenina and throw myself under a train if there was railway anywhere near.

"Could you please staring using words instead of your eyes?!"

"I'm trying to understand what you're thinking …"

"Thinking?! Then please enlighten me and tell me why you always stare at me and only me? I've never seen you stare at anyone else! What is so special about me?!"

"Others are easier to read."

"Is this supposed to be a compliment? That I am more rational, not showing feelings like others do?"

Interesting. I didn't think there much doubt to what I was feeling in the moment. If Picasso was in the room and depicted me, I believe generations to come would know how I was feeling, I'm sure of it. Looks like Edward is more into paintings of cubes and triangles.

"No. You are way more emotional than others are, Bella."

Dude should just make up his mind! Or was this just a tactic of this skilled spider? His constant indecisiveness was driving me insane and I was really close to getting a free ticket to asylum.

"Emotional? I am completely sane!"

"Then why are you yelling at me? Why are you such a stuck up bitch that you don't even see that I'm trying to help you?"

"A stuck up…" Like I said, I am a nice person. I had never been called the b word. I would accept it, of course, if it was deservedly. This time I was the victim! There should be a fund established to raise money for a therapist! I was suffering the emotional trauma here! "Well if YOU are so rational, why are yelling?!"

"If you weren't so deluded by your emotions, you might actually know!"

"Deluded? I am talking to a thief and yet I am the one deluded? I would be perfectly fine if you weren't around! God, I wish I had never met you!"

If this was a movie, he would yell back, screaming he wanted me to never exist.

I wish it was. The corners of his mouth turned down and he actually looked sad as I spoke those words.

"You have no idea how much I wish that too …"

A lunatic. A crazy man, a madman. A fruitcake. A psycho. A nut job. His imbecility was off any known scale

Although, on second thought, it was probably for the best that this was real life. If it was fiction, I would marry the guy in the end.

"Stop repeating what I say! It's pathetic!"

"Please, hate me, Bella; it would make things so much easier …"

I am ashamed to admit it, but I did what he told me to. I was such a slave for him! I wished I loved him just for the sake of opposing him.

In fear of this parasite eating my entre IQ, I stormed out of the library, to librarian's joy, I guess. Although she was a woman, I don't think she appreciated the outburst of feminist movement in her quiet haven of books.

To Be Continued.

Broughttoyouby:::winter.