Yay! I love The Tenth Kingdom. It's a mini-series. I think its still on Youtube. Seriously, if you haven't seen it, look it up. It's pure awesomeness. It's kinda low-budget feeling, but it's still wonderful.
On the other side of that: Here's Chapter Nine. Hope you enjoy it!
Stephenie Meyer owns all Twilightyness. I own a mega cup of coffee...mmmm...sweet heaven.
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Right Vs. Good
by: JudeOrion
Chapter Nine: Shall We Dance?
"All right, all right everyone, settle down please! Hey! Emmett, if you don't shut up now, so help me, I will kick you out of my class!" He just smirked at me and continued talking to the football dude turned around in his chair in front of him. It was an empty threat and he knew it. It was the third Friday in December, and the whole class was chatting excitedly. I should have known better than to try to control the pre-Christmas break chaos.
Luckily, when I first started teaching, two years ago, one of the staff members told me of an amazing strategy passed on by another hard-pressed teacher. I rarely took advantage of it but I found that days before holiday I regretted not having it.
I took the small silver instrument out of my pocket, pressed it between my lips, and blew. Hard.
The shill shriek made the students jump and fall quiet mid-conversation.
I smiled. "Good. Now that I have your attention, I have a couple of announcements to make. First, there will be homework over the break—" the class burst out in objections and I raised the whistle to my mouth and blew again without hesitation. Everyone re-shut up.
I hated to admit, but I got some sick satisfaction out of watching them jump so high.
"Homework. You have almost three weeks from now until we are back in school. Your homework is this: pick a book. Any book that you haven't read before. It must be a classic, and it must make you think. I'm trusting all of you to be honest with this as far as the length of the book goes. I don't care if it's a short story anthology, or classic poems, different authors or not. But it does need to be reasonably lengthy. Like the books we have been reading in class. Ok?"
I heard a—quiet—collective mutter of agreement from my students.
"Great. When we get back, we will start a project using those books. Ok. So, since we have almost the whole period and nothing else to do, we have a few options. I could let each of you do your own thing, we could play Scrabble, quiet reading, watch a movie. What do you think? Anyone else have a suggestion?"
They decided on a movie, but a group of three did decide to play Scrabble in the corner. I put in A Muppets Christmas Carol (easily my favorite version and I'm not ashamed to admit it) into the TV and went back to my desk to watch the movie. About ten minutes in, an IM popped up on my computer. Usually during school hours I ignored it, but we weren't doing anything except watching a movie now, so I clicked on the tab.
LOLA_82: Ms. Swan, I have a question.
I really liked how he used my maiden name instead of Newton.
INewtonSD5: Yes, Mr. Watson?
LOLA_82: How did you get to be so sexy?
A wry smile turned my lips up.
INewtonSD5: I don't really thing that is an appropriate question for class, Mr. Watson.
LOLA_82: lol. I just wanted to know how your day is going.
INewtonSD5: It's going well. How about yours?
LOLA_82: Ok. I'm missing you. Getting ready for the trip.
INewtonSD5: You all packed?
LOLA_82: Mostly. Is your father going to kill me?
I laughed quietly at that.
INewtonSD5: Maybe. You're enough alike, he should like you. You're the opposite of Mike, so he should like you just for that.
LOLA_82: Oh great. We're planning holiday and you mention your ex-husband.
INewtonSD5: Only to reassure you that you're better than him. Doesn't that count for something?
LOLA_82: Maybe.
INewtonSD5: Pack old jeans. Charlie's going to want to take you fishing.
LOLA_82: All right. That sounds fun.
INewtonSD5: Oh brother. I'm never going to see you again, am I? And I don't mean because of Charlie's gun. Charlie might just want to run off with you.
LOLA_82: Whatever.
INewtonSD5: No, I can see it now: sitting in the boat on the lake, each of you holding a fishing pole in one hand, a beer in the other, gazing into each other's eyes lustily, as though you'd just caught the Loch Ness Monster. Rowing off into the sunset.
LOLA_82: Hahaha. I have to go, babe. I need to be at the restaurant soon.
INewtonSD5: All right. I'll see you tonight, right?
LOLA_82: Yep. I'll see you then. Bye Ms. Swan.
INewtonSD5: Get to work, Mr. Watson.
I closed the IM window and sat back, surprised to see that class was half over. I looked over toward Edward and caught him staring at me. He seemed to realize what he was doing, shot me a small smile, and turned to the movie.
Things had gotten better between us in the past few weeks. He hadn't brought up my private parts again, and I hadn't threatened to key his car anymore, so we had reached a cautious understanding. Josh and I had even gone to dinner at his house and they had gotten along all right, although I could see the fury in Edward's eyes every time Josh touched me. Jasper looked incredibly uncomfortable during the whole night.
Once, a couple of days before Halloween, Edward had come and stayed with me when I had a nightmare. I hated myself in the morning but I couldn't help snuggling up next to him after he crept into my room and wrapped his arms around me. Every time I vowed it wouldn't happen again, it seemed my promises were in vain.
The bell rang to signal the next class, and I turned off the movie. They opted to do their own thing, so I let them talk and do homework and a few people went out to have a snowball fight in front of the window. Edward pulled his desk up across from mine and smiled.
"What are your plans for the break?" he asked.
"Nicky and I are going to Forks. I'm going to introduce Josh to my dad."
"Sounds like fun." I heard the bitterness in his voice. "How is Charlie doing?"
"He's all right. Retired now."
"That was early."
"Yeah, but he couldn't stand not working so he volunteers there and at the fire station a lot. Do you remember me talking about the Blacks?"
"Yes." He had a grimace on his face but cleared it up quickly.
"Well, when Jake went off to college Billy just didn't like being on his own. He would spend a lot of time at his friends Harry and Sue. He's in a wheelchair, and one day about six years ago they were working on the porch and he rolled off of it on accident. His son, Jake was all set to quit college and come back, but Dad stepped in and offered to move into Jake's old room to help Billy out. Billy's never been the same since, so Dad sold the old house to Jake when he married and decided to stay on the res permanently."
"What is Billy's condition?"
I sighed. "Well, he hurt his spine really bad in a car wreck—the same one that killed his wife. A couple of years before I moved there, he finally had to go in a wheelchair. When he fell off Sue's porch it paralyzed him from the waist down. He used to use a walker around the house but now he can't even get out of his chair on his own. It drives him up the wall."
"He's lucky he didn't land on his neck." Edward looked honestly concerned about Billy. "It could have easily killed him."
I nodded. "The whole tribe was wonderful, though. They helped him so much."
Edward nodded and looked up at the clock.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Just anxious for the class to be over."
I looked up at the clock too. There were only five minutes left, so I dismissed the class and went to wipe up the drawings from the board and clean up while Edward went to his bag and pulled something out of it; when I came back he pressed a green foil-wrapped box into my hand and sat on the edge of my desk. An intricate bow lay atop the box.
"What's this?"
"It's a present. One gives them to people they care about. Generally thought to be good things. For Christmas it's traditional, along with some other religion's holidays, birthdays, sometimes Easter or New Year's or even Halloween."
I glowered at him. "Smartass," He chuckled.
"Merry Christmas. I know you don't like gifts, but I wanted you to have this."
"Last time you had me open wrapping paper it didn't end too well, you know." I fingered the bow gently.
"Just open it, Bella. It won't bite you." I scowled at Edward and tugged on the ribbon.
Under the perfectly-laid foil sat a black wooden box with a white orchid carved and painted into the top. The grain was smooth and perfectly sanded.
"Edward," I gasped. It was absolutely beautiful.
"The gift is technically Alice's. As a thank-you. You see, with the information you gave her after what happened with James—" he growled the name. "—she found her heritage. It took her a few years, but she managed to look everything up. She found this along with some other possessions she must have treasured in her grave."
"Her grave?"
"They buried a coffin filled with her things and letters. She dug it up when she found it and took her possessions." My face must have shown the shock I felt, because he laughed. "Everyone she knew has passed, Bella. Her niece had died a few months before she found her grave, and she never had any children."
I nodded. "It just seems so…unlike Alice."
Edward nodded. "I know what you mean." He cleared his throat and tapped the box. "Open it up."
"Oh." I looked back at the box and my heart beat a bit harder. I lifted the top and the hinges gave way easily. She must have had it restored; no way it could be in such good shape after being underground for decades. It was a velvet-lined jewelry box with a mirror in the lid. The mirror was etched with tiny gold orchids framed around the edge. The velvet was soft and plush.
"It's so beautiful, Edward. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I need to get going soon. Alice wants to go on a shopping trip tonight before we leave on Sunday." I cocked my head questioningly at him. "We are all headed to South America for Christmas."
"South America? Isn't that a little…luminous?"
He laughed. "Esme has an island out there. It's beautiful there, and we can completely be ourselves. It's a relief to be there. We don't have to pretend."
"An island? Wow. What's it like?"
"It's tropical. So green and lush. It's…vibrant, I believe that's the right word. It's one of my favorite places to be."
"Sounds beautiful."
"Maybe I could take you there someday."
Embarrassed, I lowered my gaze to the box still in my hand; I ran my fingers over the engraving.
I was saved by a quick rap on the door. Edward quickly moved to his desk under the pretense of putting something away. I set the jewelry box on my own desk and said, "Come on in."
"Hey, Bella." Janet, one of the librarians, poked her head in the doorway.
"Hey, Janet. What's up?"
"Well, you know I'm in charge of the dance on Saturday."
Of course. How could I forget? The "Holiday Dance" the events committee decided to throw together last minute. Apparently some local doctor had donated a bunch of money to the school specifically to host a dance, at the insistence of his daughter who was on the dance planning committee. Of course, the principal decided it was a good idea after all.
Guess who the doctor and his daughter were?
Damn you, Alice.
"Yeah…"
"Well…I came here to beg."
"Oh God, what?"
"Tamela was supposed to help chaperone but she sprained her ankle skiing over the weekend. I tried and tried to get someone else, I swear, but—"
"No. I see where this is going, and no."
"Please, Bella!" her big blue eyes got even bigger.
"Please! Please! I am in so much trouble if I can't get someone else. Remember when you were on the side of the road last year, and I stopped and gave you a jump? Remember? You said you owe me one?"
"I meant I owe you a save on the side of the road."
"Then save me now. I'm on the side of a freaking freeway right now, and I need help!"
Rrrr…
"Fine! Uggh. What time do I need to be there?"
"I suppose I couldn't push my luck and ask you to help set up?" I just glared at Janet, and she put her hands up in surrender. "Ok, ok. Be there at 8:30. The dance starts at nine, and goes until midnight."
"All right. I'll be there."
"Thank you! I love you!" She skittered out the door.
"Hate you!" I called back at her, teasingly.
As I packed my bag up I felt Edward's appraising eyes on me.
"What?"
"Just thinking. Alice is going to be shopping for a dress for the dance along with everything else tonight."
"Yeah, why did she have to throw this thing again?" I locked the door and followed Edward out into the hallway.
"I actually have yet to ask her that myself," he said thoughtfully. "I supposed it was just Alice being Alice."
"Hmm." Somehow I knew she had ulterior motives. We were in the parking lot now, and Edward's car was across the lane and a few over from my truck. He thumped the tailgate with his fist. It flopped down.
"Sorry," he said, as though it was him. He tried to put it back into place but it just fell back down. He looked at me with wide eyes.
"It does that." I dropped my bag in the seat without closing the door, and put my knee on the tailgate. "Here," I grunted, pulling myself up. I grabbed a couple bungee cords from my emergency pack and pulled the tailgate up. I secured it tightly and hopped back down, denying Edward's offered hand. I wiggled the tailgate until I was satisfied it wouldn't fall down again and turned to Edward. He had a slightly dazed look on his face.
"Well, I suppose I'll see you at the dance?"
"I should have known you'd be there." I chuckled as I got into my truck.
"Alice." He shook his head.
"Alice," I replied, shaking my own head. "I'll see you Saturday then."
"Take care, Bella."
I pulled out of the parking lot with Edward not far behind me. We split off at Main street; I went left and he went right. When I stepped into the comfort of my apartment, I heard the television blaring and smelled something wonderful.
"Hello?" I toed off my shoes and padded into the living room.
"Hey, babe."
"What're you doing here?" I greeted him with a kiss and sat on the couch next to him.
"I wanted to make something for you, but then I remembered I can't cook." We shared a laugh. Oh, yeah. He tried to make dinner for me one day, but ended up setting off my smoke detectors.
"So why am I smelling food?" I asked warily. I looked into the kitchen and saw my crock-pot set up on the counter.
"Roast," was all Josh said.
"Ah. Smells good." I went back into the living room and gave Josh a kiss. "So…I need to talk to you."
Josh sat up straight. "Am I in trouble?"
I laughed. "No, no. nothing like that."
"Whew. In the future, Bella, if a guy's not in trouble, don't start out a sentence like that!"
"Noted. Sorry about that. No, what I needed to talk to you was about leaving tomorrow. We may have to move it to Sunday. Janet came up to me today and asked if I can chaperone the dance tonight."
Josh groaned. "Man. I wanted to be there tomorrow."
"I know, but I couldn't turn her down. I can call her and cancel if you really want to go tomorrow, but I feel like crap even thinking about it." I took Josh's hand and started absentmindedly picking at his cuticles.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it, babe. What about Nicky?"
We had planned to pick him up on the way out of town from his dad's house, and Mike was leaving tomorrow as well for his family out east.
"I can pick him up tomorrow. Would you mind watching him while I'm at the dance?"
"Sure. Not a problem. What time do you have to be there?"
"8:30. Which reminds me, I need to call Alice."
"Alice? What for?" he'd gotten used to my relationship with the Cullens, although he was worried about what my friendship with my students could do to my career.
If he only knew.
"Really? If I don't consult Alice for my outfit she'll pitch a fit." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed her number.
"Bella! Hey, I was wondering if I'd hear from you before we left. What's up?"
"You mean you didn't see?"
She clicked her tongue. "I'm not all-knowing. Just mostly." We both laughed at that.
"I need your help. I'm going to chaperone the dance tomorrow, and—"I was cut off by an excited squeal from Alice.
"Why didn't I see this! I've only been waiting for this for weeks! Ok, I'll be there at four."
"Why so early? I don't have to be there until 8:30."
"I know, but I'm getting ready over there, too. Ooh, ooh, ask Kimber!"
"Kimber? That's a good idea. Will you have something picked out for her?"
"Yeah, I'll look for her. I'll know whether she's coming or not, but from what Jasper's said, I think it's a good possibility."
"What's Jasper said?"
Josh squeezed my thigh and got up from the couch to go to the bathroom.
"She's lonely a lot. When she comes over and we've been there, he feels a lot of frustration. He thinks it's from her grandmother but he can't be sure."
"What does Edward say about it?"
"He feels it's not his place to tell." She sighed in frustration.
"Idiot."
"I agree."
"Hey!" I heard yelled through the phone. Alice and I couldn't stop laughing.
"Alice, you sure about this? I mean, I don't really want my hair up. Can't you at least cover the scar?" Kimber was talking to Alice through the mirror; Alice was securing Kimber's hair with a couple of clips.
"Kimber, you have to trust me," Alice said in her serious voice. "No one will notice it."
Kimber looked apprehensively but resigned herself and sat back on the chair in front of my dresser.
"Mama, Josh just pulled up!" Nicky called from the dining area.
"Okay. Let him in when he knocks."
"You're not allowed to see him until we're all ready!" Alice commanded.
"I know, I know. Jeez." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her.
An hour later, Kimber was smiling radiantly at her reflection. Alice had masterfully covered the scar so that it was much less noticeable. Nothing was going to cover it completely, of course, but at least it wouldn't be so obvious. She'd been put into a strapless white dress with a red band in the middle; there was a beaded comb in her hair and an intricate choker that looped down to a ruby pendant around her neck.
"Ok, here's these—" Alice handed Kimber a set of patent red pumps that went over the black tights, "—and these." She laid red gloves on the bed.
"You sure these look ok? I ain't gonna look weird?" She wiggled her fingers in the gloves and regarded herself in the mirror.
"You look gorgeous, Kimber. Stop worrying," Rosalie said firmly, but not unkindly. She was putting the finishing touches on her barrel curls, making sure they held, but still bounced just perfectly. She was wearing only her jewelry—an old brooch and pearl necklace, pearl bangles and earrings—and her underwear and silver shoes. Hooked gently on the closet door was a floor-length dark blue number with a silver belt. She'd done her makeup naturally, but pulled off a classic look with femme fatale red lipstick.
When Alice was done with Kimber, she was allowed to look in the mirror. She smiled widely. "Thank you so much, Alice." Kimber's eyes were welling with tears and Alice patted her shoulder with a cool hand.
"Don't you start crying on me, now! We don't want to have to re-do your makeup all over."
Kimber let out a short laugh, then got up and went to the door. "I'm gonna wait out there."
"Ok. See you in a few," I said from my seat in front of the mirror.
"All right, hold still." Alice came at me with the eyeliner, and no matter how much I trusted the steadiness of her hand, it still made me nervous to see her coming at me with the pencil. She had only put enough product in my hair to make it shiny and hold its body, never once picking up curler or straightener. She wanted me to look like "myself," whatever that was. When she was satisfied with my makeup, Alice tied on a bracelet with bunches of pearls, so that my wrist rattled slightly when I shook it. Pearl and diamond earrings went in my ears, and black pumps with a large bow on the outside of each slipped over my bare feet. She gave me a "chic" (her word, not mine) tattered scarf to put over my long satin, deep green dress, and stepped back to admire me.
"I think you should move the bow to the front, not the back, Al," Rose said.
"I think you're right." She rummaged in her bag for a seam ripper, needle, and thread, and set to work moving the black satin bow.
"I'm going out there, too." Rose left the room.
"When's Bella coming out?" Josh called.
"Hold your damn horses!" Alice's voice was irritated as she tugged the ribbons in place. "There. You look absolutely perfect."
I took a look at myself in the mirror and smiled. I hadn't felt like this since the prom Alice had dressed me up for, and I told her so.
"What about your wedding?"
I barked out a short laugh. "My wedding was in Mike's parent's backyard. I had a fifty-dollar off-white dress over a pregnant belly and ten guests total. I didn't feel like this at all."
"Oh, Bella," Alice sighed. Her eye landed on the jewelry box Edward had given me yesterday. "So he gave it to you, huh?" Smooth change of subject. She picked it up and opened it.
"Yeah. I was pretty surprised."
Alice lifted up a false bottom that I hadn't noticed in the box. "That's a pretty ring."
Ring? What the…
"I didn't put anything in there. It must be yours."
"I had this cleaned and restored, and I took everything out of it anyway. There's a note, too. Here." Alice handed me a piece of paper, folded in quarters with crisp creases.
"What is this?" I unfolded the paper.
My Bella—
Oh, God, here we go.
My Bella—I don't know when you'll find this note, but I hope it will be soon. I didn't have the courage to give this to you myself because I knew you would not accept it. This ring belonged to my mother. I don't want you to think I'm asking for anything, I promise that I'm not. I just want you to have it. I was waiting for the right time to give it to you, but it never came. I hope that you like it, Bella, because it was very special to me.
All my love, Edward.
Sonofabitch.
"What's the ring?" Alice handed it over to me and I studied it. It was beautiful; a thin gold band with a deep-set pearl in between two rubies, also deep-set. So pretty.
"It's beautiful," Alice stated the obvious. Yes, it was.
She stared for a second and then snapped out of it. "The boys will be here soon. Why don't you go show Josh while I get dressed?"
I nodded. I went into the bathroom for a moment, and twirled the ring between my fingers. What to do? I wanted to thank Edward for the ring, but I knew he would be hurt if I didn't wear it. If I did wear it, on the other hand…well, it was a ring. It held implications.
The doorbell rang. Hell with it. I couldn't bear to hurt Edward's feelings, and I slipped it onto my right hand ring finger and went to open the door. Josh let out a wolf whistle from the living room and I laughed.
On the other side of the door stood two respectable looking young vampires in tuxes with ties to match their dates, and one almost-respectable looking young vampire with his blue and white striped tie wrapped around his head.
"Emmett, you know you Rose is going to kill you if she sees you wearing that tie around your head."
"But I look like a ninja!" he bounced into the living room and Rosalie exhaled in disgust. I knew she wanted to whap him upside the head, but the sound it would make—like two rocks crushing each other—wouldn't be good here. So she just grabbed him and held him still while she wrestled the tie to his neck. Kimber, Nicky, and Josh were laughing their asses off.
Alice took that moment to make her appearance.
Oh my God.
"Alice! What is that?"
"Do you like it?" she asked gleefully.
"It's pretty…"
"Wow. You look great!" Kimber yelled. She looked down at the way she filled out her own dress. She grimaced slightly, but looked back up at Alice with a smile.
Alice smoothed the corset of her dress and fluffed the flouncy lacy skirt. It was a couple of shades brighter green than my own dress, and fell to right above her knees, and these boots…there was no other description for them, they were fuck me boots…they laced up to right below her knees. Her accessories—necklace, bracelet, earrings, ring—were black roses and velvet.
"Are you sure that's appropriate for a school dance, Alice?" I asked.
"No. I know it's not. But I'll get away with it," she said confidently. She clapped her hands. "All right, everyone ready?"
"I want it noted that as a chaperone to this stupid thing, I am not condoning Alice's outfit," I only half-joked.
She sighed and grabbed my hand. "Come on, time for pictures."
Twenty minutes, lots of different positions and fussing later, we were on our way. Rose, Emmett, Alice, and Jasper were in Rose's car, and Edward, Kimber and I were in Edward's car.
"You excited?" I asked Kimber, turning around in the front seat and looking at her. She was chewing her nails.
"Yeah…nervous. This the first dance I been to. I'm worried I'm gonna look stupid."
"You'll be fine, Kimber. Alice is going to stick to your side the whole night, I'm sure of it," Edward said.
Kimber perked up at that.
I brought my own hand up to my mouth in nervousness. I hated crowds, and this was going to be a horrible one. Edward reached over and gently took my hand from my mouth. He ran his finger over the ring. I shot him a look that warned him not to say anything now and he let my hand go.
The smile on his face was smug. Of course.
My head and feet were killing me and I hadn't had anything to do since breaking up a fight outside an hour ago. I sat in the foyer below the gymnasium and slipped my shoes off, placing them on the table. Why Alice had insisted on pumps this high I would never know…
It had been two and a half hours since the dance started, and I only had thirty minutes to go. Janet had assigned me to the foyer, taking tickets and making sure everything went smoothly. I easily had the most boring job in the place. I hadn't even seen Kimber or any of the Cullens since arriving.
Oops. Spoke too soon.
Edward came down the stairs and smiled at me as he approached. "Hey."
"Hi."
Stop blushing!
"Having fun?"
"No, not really. It's pretty boring work." I shrugged. "How's the dance?"
"Boring, without you there." He picked up my right hand again and ran his finger over the ring. "You found it."
"Yes."
"I'm glad it fits you." I nodded as I looked up and looked into his eyes. There was an emotion I couldn't read behind his gold irises. It made me feel sad trying to figure it out.
"Bella? Will you dance with me?"
I looked around me; no one was in the foyer. "No one is here. No one is coming this way, trust me. Please?" he placed an arm around my waist and pulled me up from the table, leading me to an opening to the left of the stairs. He left his arm around my waist and took my right hand in his, guiding it to his shoulder; he took my left hand and started moving us.
"You know, this isn't exactly a slow song…" I whispered. I still couldn't take my eyes off of his.
"Shh."
And we moved. Edward guided me with moves I hadn't known before, ones from his youth. For once I felt graceful as we moved across the linoleum floor smoothly. When the music swelled he spun us faster, as it came down he would slide us in another direction. I was pressed against his chest, and my heart was speeding, flying, it could have burst out of my chest if it could. He smiled as it reached tempo with the song.
"Edward…"
"Yes?" he slowed us, but we were still swaying in time to the song.
"I…"
"Yes?" he leaned his head to mine and I took the opportunity to press my lips to his. He groaned and tangled his hand in my hair, pushing me back to a wall as he did. I was kissing him, and there wasn't even the voice telling me not to do it in the back of my head. Edward didn't ask entrance, he just forced my mouth open and thrust his tongue in; I couldn't help but moan.
"God, Bella. Unn…" he grunted, and held my hips tight in his hands. I knew the pressure was enough that it would bruise, but it didn't hurt. He ground himself into me and made me cry out softly into his mouth.
"Edward…please…" I didn't know what I was asking for, I was barely aware that I was pleading, but it made Edward stop abruptly. He pulled back and looked at me, fear was on his face.
"I'm sorry, Bella. That was wrong of me." He stepped away, running his fingers through his hair.
"Shit. Shit. Shit!" Josh. How could I do that to Josh? Why didn't I even have a thought about him while I was kissing Edward?
You are a horrible person, Bella Swan.