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In my dream it was dark. No light anywhere. But out of nowhere Edward would arrive. I could never see his face, just his arms and legs. He wore straight black clothes. He would stand in front of me then just turn around and walk away. I would call his name, run threw the darkness, do anything to stop him from leaving. But I never caught up with him.

I would wake up scared and frustrated. It took me awhile before I could go back to sleep.

After that first dream, he was in my dreams every night. But I never reached him……I was always trying.

The month that followed the accident was uneasy, tense, and, at first, utterly fucking embarrassing.

To my dismay, I was the center of attention for the rest of the week. Tyler Crowley was impossible: following me around all the time, obsessed with making amends with me. I tried and tried to convince him that all I wanted was for him to forget about it but he kept on. He followed me around as I went from class to class and sat at the now very crowded lunch table.

No one seemed concerned that Edward saved me. Everyone kept commenting on how they hadn't seen Edward standing next to me.

Edward was never surrounded by crowds for his firsthand encounter as I was. The Cullen's and the Hale's sat alone at their table as always. Talking amongst themselves, with their uneaten food.

When he sat by me in Biology, as far from me as the table would allow, he acted like I wasn't even there. Only now and then would his fists suddenly ball up.

The only conclusion my mind could come up with was that he wished he hadn't saved my from Tyler's van.

I wanted to talk to him, but I wanted him to talk to me first. I was still angry at him for not trusting me with the truth. Maybe he didn't owe me: he had saved my life in fact. However he had done it, he had saved my life. My anger was soon gratitude.

Everyday he was always already seated in Biology. And everyday I would sit down expecting him to turn toward me. But always he never showed any notice I was there.

I watched him sometimes. I felt like a stalker but I couldn't help myself. I felt miserable, and I couldn't sort out why. The biggest reason was Edward Cullen.

The large text messages I sent Renee from time to time, alerted her of my mood which made her call more often than she usually did.

The only person who was having a god time in my sorrow had to be Mike. I could see he was worried that Edward's daring rescue might have had some effect on me, and he was very relieved when it didn't. He was more confident and would sit on my lab table everyday until the bell would ring.

The snow was washed away after that very icy day, Mike was happy because the beach trip was back on.

Jessica made me aware of another event coming up. She called me the first Tuesday of March to ask my permission to ask Mike to the Girl's Choice Dance in 2 weeks.

"So you really don't care if I ask Mike?" she asked.

"No Jessica I don't care. I'm even going." I had thought up a trip to Seattle, one to find and Electronics store and two because I don't dance…..no thanks.

"It will be fun," she insisted. I suspected that she liked the popularity of me more than my actual company.

"You have fun with Mike."

The next day Jessica wasn't herself. She was quiet during class and as we walked to class. If Mike had turned her down or something I was afraid to ask, but I had too…..I knew this. I stopped her in the hall as we were going to lunch.

"Jessica….what's wrong?" I asked. She was hesitant to answer me.

"Mike……he said…..he said he would think about it," she said.

I saw Angela walking to lunch and I quickly grabbed her and asked her to take Jessica to the table, while I went and talked to Mike.

I saw he walking with a few guys to the cafeteria. I walked quickly over to him and took a hold of his left ear. I pulled him over to a secluded spot.

"Are you fucked in the head, or something?" I asked.

"What?" Mike said as he rubbed his ear.

"Why did you say no to Jessica?" That's when he became still and looked down at the ground.

"Well……I…..I was sorta hoping you were going to ask me," he said and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Mike, you have to go with Jessica." Mike looked up, alerted.

"Did you already ask someone?"

"No, I'm not even going. I'm going to Seattle that weekend."

"Cant you go some other weekend?" I shook my head.

"Now go tell Jessica yes," I said and pointed to the cafeteria. He nodded.

"Okay," Mike said and sulked off to the cafeteria.

I sighed and rubbed my temples, then stared to the cafeteria. As I entered I watched as Mike talked to Jessica. Her face light up as he said something to her. I smiled to myself. I would probably become the new Forks High School matchmaker. I laughed to myself as I walked to the table…..my eyes sweeping the cafeteria as I always did. And like always my eyes slowly passed over the Cullen table.

Edward Cullen was starring at me from his table. That was the first time in about a week he had looked at me, since the accident. My stomach fluttered as I sat down. I only took small glances at him all threw lunch.

In Biology he still sat as far away from me as he could but he still looked at me. I couldn't help but look back. His gaze was filled with frustration and curiosity, but to what I had no clue. The rest of the hour went just the same. When I bell rang I happily turned away from him and started putting my things away.

"Bella," his stupid, recognizable voice said. I reluctantly looked toward him. His expression was unreadable.

"What your talking to me know?" I asked as I forcefully shoved my things in my bag.

His lips moved to make a smile but he held it back. "No," he admitted.

I sighed. I had no time nor patience for him if he was going to act like this.

"Then what Edward? What do you want?"

"I'm sorry." He sounded sincere, but he was always apologizing. I was growing tired of it. "I am being very rude, I know. But its better if we aren't friends. Trust me on this."

"Its to bad you didn't figure this out earlier," I said, almost hissing it at him threw my teeth. "You could have saved yourself all this fucking regret," I said, grabbed my bag, and moved quickly out of the now empty class room.

"Regret for what?" Edward asked, suddenly next to me and following me as I walked to Gym.

"Regret for not just letting the damn van crush me."

He stopped my walking by standing directly in front of me. His face was emotionless.

"You think I regret saving you life?" his tone was angry.

"I know you do."

His face grew hard and narrow with anger. "You don't know anything."

That one sentence infuriated me. I wanted to hit him, to yell at him, to do anything that would cause him pain. My hand twitched at my side was I restrained it from connecting with his nose. I felt tears prick at my eyes. Fuck, what I time for this.

"Fuck you, Cullen," I said and pushed past him.

I walked, more or less stomped, to gym.

We had moved on to Basketball in Gym that day. I actually played well……I guess that's what happens to me when I am really pissed off. My team kept passing me the ball, I got 4 shots. My team mates patted me on the back and cheered me on. I tried to seem happy but my mind was filled with Edward. He was such a asshole to me, but I had never done anything to him……except told him to fuck off a couple of times.

It was a relief to get out of the school as the final bell rang. I walked briskly to my truck, and stopped dead in my tracks. A tall, dark figure leaning against my truck. I started walking again when I realized it was just Eric.

"Hi Eric," I said as I fished out my keys and began to open my door.

"Hi."

"So….what's up?" I asked, slightly impatient.

"Um….well I was just wondering…if…you would go to the Spring Dance with me?" he asked and kicked a small pebble with his shoe.

I was slightly stunned. "Well thanks for asking me, but I'm going to Seattle that day."

"Oh," he said and looked up at me. "Maybe next time then."

"Sure."

Then he walked away. I hope he wont take that literally.

I heard a low chuckle.

Edward Cullen was walking passed the front of my truck, lips pulled tight together. I got in my truck and slammed the door a little harder than I needed too. I started my truck and started to pull into the line that had formed to get out of here. Just as I was about to move up…..Edward fucking Cullen pulls right in front of me.

I thought about hitting the back of his pretty little Volvo, just a hard tap would do him good I bet. I saw his family by the cafeteria doors as they started walking to his car.

There was a light rap on my window. Its was Tyler Crowley. I let out a sigh and cranked down the window as much as I could.

"Sorry Tyler, I'm stuck behind mother fucking Cullen." Tyler gave me a goofy smile.

"Oh its ok……I just wanted to ask you something while your stuck here." Oh shit. No this can not be happening. No, no, no fucking way! I swear I am going to kill Cullen.

"Will you asked me the Spring dance?" Tyler continued.

I told myself that I should let him down easily. "Sorry Tyler but I'm going out of town that day."

"Yeah Mike said that," he admitted.

"Then why the fuck--?"

He shrugged. "I just thought you were letting him down easily……well we still have prom. See you later then."

He gave me a small wave then went back to his car. And all the sudden I had the worst headache. I watched, anxiously, as the rest of the Cullen's and Hale's sauntered to their car. I inched forward some…..imagining what Edward's car would look like after I hit it. I was just about to do it but they had already gotten in and Edward was speeding away.

I drove very fast home. I found out that my truck couldn't go over fifty.

When I got home my headache was still full force. Just as I was heading upstairs to try and sleep away my headache the phone rang. It was Jessica.

She told me how Mike had said yes to her. I acted happy for her as I rubbed my forehead. I told her that Angela and Lauren (blondie, just figured that out when someone threw a snowball at her a few days ago) should go with Eric and Tyler. She thought it was a great idea. The Forks Match Maker came into my mind and I covered up a laugh. She talked some more……about meaningless things, but I told her I had to go…….I gave her some lame reason but she didn't notice one bit.

I quickly hung up and dragged myself upstairs. I put my phone in the ihome system and put it on repeat play for all songs. The sounds of my favorite songs lullabies me to sleep.

I woke sometime around 1am. My phone was on repeat play on Mozart's Sonata number 16 in Major, I'm really into Classical music…….Renee used to play it around the house when I was younger and I have liked it ever since. I don't remember putting that on repeat play…….I must have done it in my sleep? I brushed it off and got up to take a quick shower.

Then I feel back asleep.

I woke up so refreshed. I dressed colorfully: Faded gray jeans, blue piano key shirt, and my orange Chucks. Even my makeup was colorful.

I caught Charlie just as I was leaving. I quickly told him about my trip to Seattle the next weekend, I sort of asked him but then again I didn't because I didn't want to make it seem like I would always do that.

At first he argued with me a little; saying that Seattle was a big place, my truck didn't get good gas mileage, and wondered about the dance.

I told him I could read a map and I would call if I needed help, I would stop for gas as much as I needed, and that I didn't dance. Soon he agreed. I hugged him as a father daughter gesture then was out the door.

I was still happy as I headed to school, in the fog. But my happiness and giddiness faded as I pulled into school and saw that stupid shiny Volvo. I parked as far from it as possible. I got out smoothly……not glancing at that stupid shiny piece of shit car. I kept my head down…..I kept my head down so well that I didn't notice the large, half frozen puddle as I was getting out. I slipped, of course, but what I didn't expect was the strong arm that gripped me as I tried to hold on for dear life to the door. I sighed as I guessed who it was. The arm removed itself from me and I steadied myself against my truck door. I turned my head slowly……..and there was Edward fucking Cullen, leaning casually against the side of my truck.

I really didn't know what to say. "Thanks," I mumbled, grabbed my stuff, and stood there awkwardly. All the while Edward Cullen stared at me with a smirk on his face. I soon grew tired of this little game.

"What, do you want a medal or something?" I asked, irritated. Edward chuckled lightly. He moved down toward me and stood next to me, our sides almost touching.

"No……I'm just trying to figure you out."

"What happened to……its best if we aren't friends?" I asked coyly.

"Just because I'm talking to you, doesn't imply that we are friends."

"Thanks for clarifying," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"But just because I said that doesn't mean that I don't want to be friends," he said. That was the last straw for me. I cant take anymore of Mr. Bipolar.

"What is it with you? Are fucking you bipolar?" I asked, my voice dripping with anger, as turned to face him. "One minute its like you hate me, then you want to be friends! You have to make a choice." I placed my hands on my hips to stress my point.

He let out a sigh then turned toward me.

"Well I'm tired of staying away from you, Bella."

"No one told you to do that," I interrupted.

"I told myself to do that," he said. "But I'm not going to listen to myself anymore. I'm going to be stupid."

"So being my friend is stupid?"

"Well……its not smart," he clarified. I rolled my eyes in disgust. "But I'm sure of myself enough that I can be your friend."

What? "Okay you lost me."

"Yes I know. But the bottom line: yes, we can be friends," he said and nodded at me. "But I do have to ask you something."

"Go on," I said.

He put his hands in his jean pockets and acted nervous. "I was wondering, a week from Saturday, you know the day of the Spring Dance-"

"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I interrupted. Edward's eye's were wickedly amused. I wanted to knock that stupid look off his fucking face so bad.

"Will you please let me finish?" he asked. Held my hands behind my back as a restraint. "I heard you say you were going to Seattle that day, and I was wondering if you wanted a ride."

What? Holy shit…..no fucking way did he just ask me if I wanted a ride. With who even? He cant mean himself……can he?

"With who?" I asked, slightly stand offish of him now.

"Myself, obviously." He enunciated every syllable, as if I was a fucking idiot.

"Why?" That was the only thing my brain could throw out.

"I was planning on going to Seattle in the next few weeks and, to be honest, I don't think your truck can make it," he said and gave my truck a slight pat.

"My truck works just fine, thank you very fucking much for your concern."

"It may work fine, but can it make it there on one tank of gas?" He asked and raised and eyebrow at me.

"Oh, well I'm sorry Edward," it felt strange saying his name, really strange. "We all cant have shiny Volvos that only need one tank of gas every where we go!" I said, making my voice sound like a really high Barbie doll.

He let out a frustrated sigh. "Will you please just go with me?" he asked.

"No," I said, flat out.

"Why not?" he asked and looked down at me intensely.

"Because," I said. I didn't need to give him a reason.

"Bella….." he said, sounding annoyed. "Your being childish and idiotic."

My face crunched up in anger and my fingers struggled against themselves. I thought about hitting him in my head, hoping maybe it would subdue my urge to connect my fist with his pretty nose.

"Okay that was rude. I'm sorry. But will you please just think about it?" he asked after I didn't say anything. I bit my tongue to hold back all of the profanity that I wanted to say.

"Sure," I said, threw clenched teeth.

"Good. Thank you," Edward said. We both stood there awkwardly, both of us not knowing what to say and both of us just starring at each other.

The bell rang for first period.

"I'll see you in class," He said and walked away.

I sighed then started toward English. I was still angry from his comments and my hand still buzzed with the need to hit something. I thought about hitting a locker but that would just cause me an injury that I didn't need right now.

Stupid fucking Volvo owner.