Wow, I didn't think that I would be able to write another two pages in just a week!
Also, I was so happy about the response I got for the last chapter!
I'll talk to you down at the bottom. . .
"Are you sure Edward? That town doesn't seem safe with all those irresponsible teenagers driving around, maybe you should come home -" My mom suggested for the thirtieth time, conveniently forgetting that 'home' was empty and that there would be a lot more teenagers 'driving around' in Phoenix.
"Mom! Honestly, I'll be fine! They only took me to the hospital to make sure that I was ok, not because I had hurt myself." I repeated. She sighed, and seemed to give in. "Alright baby, just make sure that you go back if you hurt anywhere, and get a good night's sleep," she ordered. "Yes mom, I love you, goodbye." And I hung up.
I lay down on my bed, glad that it was over. I had been dreading the call because my mom had a slight tended to overreact, and when she did that I found it so hard not to give in to her pleading. But it had been unusually easy to resist her, perhaps from the influence of Bella. I wanted to ask her if she saw anyone save me, because I sure didn't.
The only people that I could think of that had skin like my saviour's were the Cullens'. I didn't think that Bella had saved me, those hands had been too big to be Bella's, but I was certain that no-one else had skin like that.
That night held the first of the dreams that revolved around Bella. She constantly starred in my dreams, but it was me chasing her, and she was simply never in reach. These frustrated me, and, although I hated it, reflected the way my relationship with Bella really was.
On the day after, I had spoken to Bella about my theories in Biology. Her brows had furrowed, and she claimed that she hadn't seen anybody near me after the accident. I had explained that they weren't there after, that they had disappeared after I had been saved, but she said that no-one had been seen near me until the ambulance came.
I didn't know if she was lying or not, but I knew that I couldn't possibly have imagined my saviour. Those hands had been too substantial for them to have been made out of imaginings, but Bella seemed to think it was possible. We ended up having rather a large fall out over it.
In the week after, Tyler started hanging around me more than before, claiming that he wanted to get to know me better. Lauren Mallory used this time to flirt with him, and most of the time he went along with it happily. We didn't have many classes together, but he sat with us at lunch and talked to me more than anyone but Jess had before.
Of course, Jess was acting like I had done something miraculous like come back from the dead or something, instead of simply surviving a car crash in which nothing hit me. She told the story to anyone who would listen about how she watched in horror as the helpless victim (me) had been ruthlessly crashed into by the villain, Tyler.
Lauren and Jess seemed to be having a slight fallout over this. Jess was on my side, and Lauren was just interested in Tyler's body. Mike was less than happy that his Jess was so blatantly following me around like I was her hero, and not spending time with him. In most of my classes that Mike was in, he completely ignored me.
After th confrontation about the Cullens being my rescuers, Bella went back to ignoring me in class. Despite my efforts to talk to her again, all I got were one word answers and more death glares. The only conclusion that I could get from what she was doing was that she had wished that no-one had saved me from the van. She had never said if she was glad that my 'imaginary' hands were there to save me.
These happening were making my e-mails to my mother sound more and more depressed, and this was worrying Renée, and I had to reassure her that it was just seeing the constant clouds day after day instead of the sun that was keeping me down.
As the days went by and I watched Bella's face carefully in each Biology lesson, I eventually pinpointed the differences I had been noticing. Her eyes seemed to be changing colour slowly. They seemed to change from a golden, honey colour to a deep black, which was around the time when the bruises made an appearance.
Jess was pleased by the fact that Bella and I were no longer formally friends. She also used every chance possible to remind me that two events were coming up, the beach trip that Mike was having in a couple of weeks, and the dance that was on the week after that. It was so obvious that she was hoping that I would come to both that Mike actually pulled me aside one day after lunch and told me that I 'shouldn't bother trying to get Jess because she was his'. I was repulsed at the mere idea of doing anything with Jess that I mutely agreed with him.
The day after I was surprised to see her being unusually quiet – my eardrums finally getting a rest – and so, being the nice person that I was, I asked her what the matter was.
"Edward, it's just that. . .Mike asked me to the dance yesterday." I was surprised. I would have thought that that was a good thing. "So what's the problem?" I asked quietly. "Well, I only said maybe because I thought that maybe y. . .I mean, someone else might want to ask me," she answered, keeping her eyes on the table.
"Well, I think you should say yes to him," I advised "I think that the two of you make a great couple." I knew exactly what she was trying to do, and frankly I wasn't interested. Her face lit up a fraction, and I knew that she was happy that I had complimented her. "You really think so?" She breathed, and suddenly I felt uncomfortable. I had tried to take her mind off me, but now I didn't want to prolong this conversation.
Fortunately the lesson started there, and I didn't have to tell her any more. I only hoped that Jess would take my words to heart and act on them. I didn't want to give her the impression that I wanted her, and her being with Mike would certainly take my mind off things.
At lunch Jess and Mike were sitting together, both looking as happy as could be. However, as I sat down, Jess said "So even though you aren't going with anyone, you will come to the dance still, won't you Edward?" Everyone on the table turned to look at me, and I squirmed in my seat. "Erm. . .well, for starters I can't really dance, and also I have to. . .I have to be in Seattle that day." I gave them any excuse I could think of on the spot, and turned around so that I wouldn't have to answer any more questions on my trip, or worse, my dancing skills.
I noticed that for the first time in a while, Bella was staring at me again, this time looking frustrated, like she couldn't figure something out. I stared back, holding her gaze until she cracked and looked away.
I realised at that point that no matter how much I tried to deny it, I was indeed, obsessed with Bella Cullen.
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