Hope you like! I said by friday but I went to see Breaking Dawn like three times so got held up. MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW! Sixteen tomorrow. november 21st. :)

Song: Turning Page - Sleeping At Last.

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Chapter 5

BPOV

Charlie was . . . awkward the next morning. I explained to him that I hadn't thought anything through properly and that I had decided to stay, to give this new change a chance. He had been a little bit sceptical but he called up Kayley and rearranged all of our plans. Kayley was glad I'd decided to give it chance here and wished me luck. Charlie was still a little sceptical when I told him I was glad I'd changed my mind and looked at me as though I'd lost my mind. Obviously I'd forgotten he knew how much I actually hated it here and hadn't taken that into consideration when telling him of my new found contentment in staying here.

Sunday night I tossed and turned, unable to not think about what tomorrow might bring. I knew Edward had made it clear he was dangerous last night but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He seemed to be on a loop in my mind, whenever I was doing something it got pushed to the back, but I knew it was there, my mind whirring away about the mystery that was Edward Cullen. I kept wondering what would occur tomorrow. Would he greet me across the cafeteria or even the parking lot? Would he talk to me in our Biology class? At the thought of that class and what had happened the first time I'd stepped in there, I cringed and shivered, remembering the useless feeling which coursed through me as he grabbed me, the queasy shiver which ran through my veins as his teeth sank into my skin and he began to drink my blood. I shook away the thought and rolled over, hoping sleep would come soon, and it did.

My head hurt and my back ached. I opened my eyes and realised I was sleeping halfway off the bed, my head dangling off of the edge. I groaned and tried to pull myself up, without falling out of bed completely. It worked and I managed to get myself back into bed just as my alarm went off. I smacked it harder than I'd thought as it slipped and fell off the side table. I groaned again, threw the covers off of me and got up, sitting on the edge of my bed as I rubbed my eyes and looked around yawning. I stood up wearily and bent down to get my alarm clock and placed it back on the side. It had a little scratch but I paid no attention to it.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth with ease, not dwelling on any thoughts that might bring me out of my state of contentment. I was content with my hazy mind and blurred senses; it was a little weird but made it able for me to go about getting ready without having to think about what I was actually doing today. I pulled on my jeans and a thermal, adding a shirt over the top before brushing my hair and heading downstairs for breakfast. Charlie was seated at the table when I walked into the kitchen and he looked at me carefully, studying my expression.

"What?" I asked, taking a bowl out of the cupboard before heading for the cereal.

He looked down at his newspaper and muttered, "Nothing."

I didn't believe him but carried on with my task, giving myself a good handful of cereal and a considerable dashing of milk to that. I put everything away and then headed to the table, spoon in hand. I had barely taken one bite when Charlie threw his paper down on the table a little forcefully and looked up at me, a hard edge to his stare.

"Give me the real reason why you changed your mind about leaving. I want the truth, no lies, you hear me?" He demanded, looking at me as if I was a criminal at the Station, not his daughter in the kitchen.

I put my spoon down and looked at him, "I wanted to give this a proper chance."

Charlie scowled, "That's rubbish and you know it."

I cringed internally, he was onto me. I couldn't lie to him effectively now, he'd call me out of it and demand to know the truth. So I took a deep breath and told him.

"I fell out with one of the Cullen's and thought it would be best if I left but that certain Cullen told me to stay and that it wasn't my fault and that they were sorry. So I changed my plans." I said as simply as I could so he wouldn't ask any more questions, but being Charlie he did.

"Which Cullen?" He asked, his eyes narrowing.

"It's of no consequence; we've resolved it now so it doesn't matter." I got up and placed my bowl in the sink washing it out as quickly as I could, needing to get away. I didn't even bother to put it away, I just left it on its side on the rack and grabbed my bag by my chair and started for the door.

"It's fine now dad, don't worry. Have a good day." I added when I saw his brow screw up in concern.

The ride to school gave me too much time to think. I didn't want to think and that was my problem. I didn't want to come up with excuses to be able to talk to him, but I did. I scolded myself at the stupid plans that revolved around my head, such as asking him if he could help me catch up with school work or asking him to have a look at my truck because it was misbehaving. They were all lame plans that I dismissed from my mind the moment I pulled up in the parking lot and I caught a glimpse of that silver Volvo, containing the one person I wanted to talk to so badly I knew I couldn't.

I exited the truck with as much ease as I could, trying not to draw any attention to myself by banging the door shut, or falling out of the cab as possible. It was like it was my first day all over again. I could hear the whispers already, could see the stares all angled towards me and I cringed at the thought of all these people interrogating me about my stay at the Cullen's. I'd had this last Friday when I came in for one day of that week, the murmurs, the whispers, the looks. All directed at me. Carlisle had made a good job at keeping the school form calling Charlie while I'd been at the Cullen's. I don't know how he did it but I was able to do work at home without the Principal calling my father to ask about my progress. I was relieved if anything. The Cullen's knew how to handle things I suppose. They had the power and the money and if the school suddenly came into new books or equipment I'd know where the money had come from.

It was ridiculous that everyone was still gossiping. Didn't they have anything better to do? I was just one tiny person and yet they seemed to have plenty of things to talk about concerning me. It bothered me that they seemed to take an interest in that. It wasn't any of their business and yet they all insisted on knowing the full story and gossiped about the parts they already knew. I sighed loudly and even though I hadn't wanted to draw any attention to myself I slammed the truck's door shut and growled slightly under my breath through my annoyance. I turned and was met with a pair of warm gold eyes, looking at me curiously. Yet there was a slight edge of amusement in them and that irritated me even more.

"What?" I asked, bluntly, not caring that the light left his eyes immediately.

He sighed, "I'll leave you too it then." He began to walk away.

"Dammit," I cursed, "Edward, I'm sorry." I called after him jogging to keep up with him.

He ignored me for a second, his hands shoved in his pockets of his coat as he walked across the parking lot, me beside him, fuelling new gossip for everyone who could see. Then just as we reached the entrance near the old brick wall he stopped and spun around towards me, causing my body to fall into his. He steadied me, his hands on my arms before he looked at me with his smouldering eyes.

"You're having a bad day, already, I get it. You don't need to apologise." Masked emotions were all I could see. The hint of something else through the straight face he tried to hold.

"Why did you come over to me?" I questioned, the first thing I could think of slipping out of my mouth.

He ran a hand through his hair, "I . . . I just came to say hello." He decided and I could tell it wasn't the entire truth.

"Hello?" I looked at him sceptically. Did he really believe I would leave it at that?

"Yes, you know, it's customary to say hello to someone you know, well in most society's. Obviously you aren't accustomed to that. I might have to go through this again another time." He smirked and I wanted to wipe away that smirk immediately. Smug vampire.

"You're hilarious." I said rolling my eyes and started for the entrance, but his hand grabbed mine.

I turned back, staring at his hand wrapped around mine and then up to his eyes.

"I did have a reason why I came over to see you." He blurted out, almost compulsively, like he didn't really mean to say it.

"Well, what was it?" I asked, curiously as I stared at his face, wondering.

He cleared his throat and then let go of my hand quickly when other students began to walk past us to go inside. He looked nervous yet deadly serious. The smirk had vanished from his lips, the light that had illuminated his gold eyes had dimmed and was replaced with a deep scorching flame instead. He stepped closer, lowering his voice.

"I came to tell you, before you came to me, that we shouldn't see each other anymore, as friends." Cold, that was another word to describe his eyes now, cold.

"I-I don't understand." I muttered, watching as Mike Newton walked passed us, eyeing us carefully. Well there's another conversation I'll be having today concerning Edward.

"I'm not a good person, Bella. I thought you would have gathered that by now, and I'm not a good friend for you either. It would be best if we stayed away from each other." He explained for me, not letting me look away from his eyes.

"Why would you say that? What happened on my first day, was –"

"Don't say 'nothing', don't you dare say 'nothing'. I could have killed you!" He hissed at me, stepping closer as more people passed us, "That was the most excruciatingly painful thing I've ever had to go through. Not knowing if I'd killed you, not knowing if I'd taken so much blood you wouldn't be able to recover. It killed me, Bella I-" He cut himself off and tried to compose himself as Alice and Jasper passed, giving him a stern look each.

He waited till they'd passed and gone inside before continuing, his voice a little louder now that the crowd had dispersed.

"If I'd have killed you that day, I don't think I could have lived with myself." His voice broke slightly and then it softened, "To know that I might have killed you, and that instead of standing here, talking to you, seeing you smile and laugh I could be living in another town right now. It tears me apart, I wouldn't be able to live with myself." His hand moved towards my face and I stared wide eyed at him as it touched my cheek gently.

I think I stopped breathing because Edward was suddenly holding the tops of my arms, keeping me up.

"Breathe, Bella, breathe." I heard him say softly, right next to my ear, "Don't pass out on me; I don't think either of us could bear the rumours."

He chuckled in my ear and I let out a soft chuckle of my own, a little breathless but a laugh nonetheless. He had quite an effect on me that I couldn't seem to put my finger on to what the cause of it was. I regained my balance and he let me go, smiling slightly at me before he sighed and I yawned.

He chuckled, "Obviously you didn't get much sleep."

The statement made me laugh and I retorted with, "Well, you didn't get any sleep at all."

He chortled loudly at that and ran a hand through his tousled hair before adjusting his bag on his shoulder, "We better get to class."

I nodded and we headed inside, an pleasant silence hanging in the air between us. He seemed in a much better mood now and I wondered how long this would last for before he started punishing himself again. I doubted he would go until lunch without thinking about it once but I would never know because I knew that I had to keep my distance. I didn't want to but from Alice and Jasper's severe looks I guessed that I wasn't supposed to be talking to him in school, as to not start any unwelcome rumours.

We parted ways as we reached my locker and he initiated a small goodbye before stalking off to his lesson which we were both ten minutes late for. His demeanour always had me on edge, it was always a subconscious battle in your head of a will he, won't he dilemma regarding his behaviour. I apologised to Mr Varner for being late and he asked me to stop behind to explain properly why I was nearly fifteen minutes late for his lesson. It was bad enough we weren't on great terms as it was but now I was sure to get a detention, which I really didn't need. I needed to finish this year as best as I could before moving back with Renee to Phoenix or wherever we ended up if Phil was offered a job.

My lessons dragged. Jessica hounded me on anything concerning Edward and I had to keep assuring her that there was almost certainly nothing going on between us. She gave me a sceptical look but dropped the subject to my relief. Mike was acting like he'd never seen me before today. I dropped my pen and he picked it up before I could even blink. He walked me to each of my lessons before lunch and carried my books between lessons, against my irksome comments that I could carry my own books. Eric was badgering Mike for my attention as well but I saw nothing in it. I was still technically the new girl, I was a novelty. It would wear off by next week I told myself as Mike came over to help me again before lunch.

"Honestly, Mike, I can carry my own books." I told him taking them off the table before he could get to them.

"Oh, okay, I just thought you might want some help." He muttered, sounding a little dejected.

"I appreciate it though," I added, not wanting to hurt his feelings, "I really do, Mike. Thank you." My smile caught his eye and he smiled back, his confidence returning.

"Anytime, Bella."

I walked to my locker, my head spinning. I was unbelievably tired and didn't think I'd be able to make it through lunch with my eyes open. I wondered if I could sneak out to my truck to get a few minutes of shut eye before going to the cafeteria to eat. Placing my books in my locker I made up my mind and decided I'd get my lunch, eat quickly and then head to my truck for ten minutes before lesson. Angela approached me just as I shut my locker and I groaned. My plan was being delayed already.

She smiled pleasantly at me as she reached me and adjusted her books in her arms, "Hey," She greeted.

"Hey, Ange, are you alright?" I asked, being polite.

She nodded and smiled again before taking a step closer and handing me a piece of paper which had been residing on top of her books. I looked at it curiously as she placed it in my hand before stepping back a little bit. I looked at her confused and she explained,

"Edward Cullen gave it to me in second period to give to you." She looked a little flustered as she told me, "I haven't read it, honestly. He told me to tell you to meet him outside on the bench nearest the big fir tree."

I screwed my brow up, confused at his actions before nodding slowly. Angela seemed to have gotten the idea that I already knew about this for she gave me an odd look before saying,

"You look genuinely surprised. You didn't know about this?"

I shook my head, "No, not a clue."

We stood there for a second as I stared at the paper in front of me. Angela seemed to be waiting for me to read it for she didn't move but to look at me expectantly. She wasn't the nosy type but she was obviously intrigued as to what Edward Cullen wanted from me, and to be perfectly honest, I was too. I grabbed my bag off of the floor and watched as Angela sprang to life.

"Thanks for giving me this, Ange. I'll talk to you later, okay?" My tone was a little high and Angela smirked at me as I walked hastily in the opposite direction from the cafeteria and her.

"You're welcome, Bella." She called back before heading towards the cafeteria without another glance at me, obviously not wanting to seem like she was prying.

As soon as she was out of view I started running, I didn't know why but I wanted to see him as soon as I could, I didn't want to wait another moment. I opened the door to the outside benches and slowed my steps to walking pace before crossing the damp grass to the bench he'd told Angela about. It was empty and I wondered if he'd gone to get his lunch and then laughing at myself for thinking of that. He didn't eat. I sat down and realised that this area was out of view of the classrooms on the bottom floor due to the bushes and on the top floor due to the fir tree. He'd picked a perfectly secluded spot.

Something hit me then and I gulped. What if he'd had a bad morning and . . . I couldn't force myself to think it, although it was there, at the back of my mind, wanting to bring forth its pesky superstitions to the front, where I couldn't hide them.

"You made it."

I jumped at the sound of his voice and spun around to find him sitting on the opposite side of the bench. I blinked for a second before nodding slightly, swallowing. His eyes smouldered as a glimmer of a smile touched the edge of his mouth.

"I'm glad you came," He told me, "It would have been weird if you had stood me up."

He sounded a little weary, as if the thought of me declining his invitation would hurt him. He made it clear he didn't share any of the feelings that I did for him, and he also made it clear that I was to stay away from him yet here we were. He was sending me so many mixed signals that I was actually forming headaches because of it.

"You didn't really leave me with any choice, did you?" I said softly, twisting my hands together as he got up gracefully to sit next to me.

He had a curious look on his face as his brow screwed up at my words, "What do you mean?"

"I feel like I have to say yes to you." I explained.

"You don't have to; I won't hurt you if you say no."

"No, but you'll be hurt if I do. I couldn't do that to you, Edward." I confessed and his expression softened before, so quickly I'm not sure I saw it, his hand moved towards mine, and then withdrew it back.

"Maybe this was a bad idea." He muttered, in a voice so low I thought I misheard him.

"Why? Is this because I said I didn't want to hurt you?" I'd cornered him into being truthful, he had to be honest with me now, if he lied I'd know and I'd leave. If he told the truth then I'd stay, but end up confessing something else about how deep my feelings actually were for him.

"Yes, because this is going too far. I can't do this with you Bella, it isn't right." His voice was pleading with me, pleading with me to understand where he was coming from, that I had to bottle everything I felt and throw it away. That it was wrong to feel that way.

"Is that what you do when you form feelings for something? Bottle them up and throw them away because 'it isn't right'?" I sneered at him, my hands shaking in my lap. He was hurting me, he knew it too, by the look in his eye he knew what he was doing but he wasn't stopping it. He knew he had to hurt me.

"No," He replied his voice a low growl, "I don't let myself feel, it complicates everything."

"You care about your family," I reminded him, my voice softer, "You don't block out your feelings then, do you?"

"I care about my family because they're my family and those sorts of bonds get me past the monster I really am." He explained his voice lowering. I was trying to come to terms with the fact he was going to push my feelings aside because in his eyes it was wrong, I couldn't though.

"What about my feelings?" My voice was agonised as I asked him, "Don't they mean anything to you?"

His face was a mask suddenly and I sat there, waiting for the verdict, to see whether or not he would hurt me, or give me hope. I don't know how long I stared at his face for but the mask started to dissolve when I felt the tears of rejection sting my eyes. I wiped furiously at them and pushed myself up off of the bench, whirling around to face Edward.

"You're misleading and insensitive Edward. I knew your heart didn't beat but obviously it doesn't feel either. I guess Vampire's really are heartless." I spat and spun around with my bag to storm off, away from the person who was causing the ache in my chest.

It was unreasonable for me to feel this way after so little time but I thought I had something with him, like there was some sort of connection. I could feel how anguished he was and I wanted to help him. I could see how anguished he was and I wanted to comfort him. I could hear how anguished he was and I wanted to weep for him. He was broken, lost and I felt an urge to do everything I could to change that. Obviously he wasn't though, because he had the strength to break me, he had it in him to deny my attempts to help him, to show himself to be what the legend preceded vampire's to be; cruel.

Something grabbed my arm then and I was spun sharply around, on the spot. After the blur faded I was met with warm gold eyes, looking at me with the pain of a thousand men. The weight of so much loss and pain it broke me. Something changed then; his hand brushed my cheek gently, wiping the tears away and then his lip started to quiver as his other hand holding my arm softened its grip, but pulled me closer to him.

My breath was erratic, my head spinning, my chest was heaving, my eyes became hooded and I felt his shaky breath fan over my face before his eyes smouldered with determination and his lips touched mine.

I nearly cried inside when his hands cradled my face, his lips brushing against mine, softly, tentatively. I whimpered and he pulled me closer, my bag dropped off of my shoulder and my hands went to his hair, threading through it tenderly. I sighed in content as he kissed me again but he pulled away, letting me go completely. I steadied my feet and opened my eyes.

I was alone.

I know it's been ages but I'm like completely spent from doing all my school work and college and sixth form applications. Hope you liked it.

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