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Bleeding for Questions

I walked to English in a daze. My hand still buzzed with the urge to hit something.

During English I found a pencil on the floor and I used it to subdue my urge to hit something. Then when the pencil was broken in half I turned my right snake bite over and over in my fingers.

When the bell rang Eric and Mike walked with me to class as usual, but they both didn't have the same enthusiasm about them like they did. I guessed that I was still in hot water after the whole dance thing.

But they both cheered up as I started asking about the beach trip. The weather had only to paths to follow: rain or no rain. The rain was supposed to take a minor break, but if the rain did subside then it would only get to a high forties. I tried to sound eager for Mike.

The whole day passed in a blur. I thought about Edward's proposition. I weighed the pros and cons all day.

Pros

I wont have to pay for gas, I could use the money for a computer.

Maybe he will loosen up and have fun.

3. I could ask him more questions…..I may even get some answers.

Cons

I don't even really know him, I just sit by him in Biology.

I wont have to pay for gas but I will have to sit in a car with him, in a car, for who knows how many hours. That could get awkward.

He could date rape me, then murder me, then dump my body. Charlie would have a field day.

Okay….that last one had me scarred and jittery by the time I got to lunch. I scanned his table and was filled with relief when I didn't see him. I happily walked threw the lunch line and grabbed a Pepsi, then sat down at the usual table.

Jessica told me that Angela and Lauren had asked out Eric and Tyler, the Forks Match Maker strikes again! Angela even thanked me for the help…..but of course Lauren didn't even look me in the eyes, which I didn't mind. The bitch didn't have to thank me.

"Hmmm I wonder why Edward is sitting alone today," Jessica said as I was taking a sip of soda. The soda got caught in my throat as I turned around and I choked slightly.

Edward Cullen was sitting at a table by himself. He was starring at me and twirling a piece of napkin threw his fingers. He smiled crookedly at me then raised a hand and motioned for me to join him with his index finger. He winked at me as I looked at him in shock.

"Does he mean you?" Jessica asked in an insulting tone.

"Um…maybe he just needs help with Biology homework or something," I mumbled as I got up from my seat. I grabbed my bottle of Pepsi and started my slow, death walk over to him.

I stood in front of the chair, awkwardly, waiting for what he wanted.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" he asked, smiling,….like he knew it all.

I sat down, awkwardly. I watched him with caution. He never batted an eye at me, just sat there smiling.

"So….did you think over my proposal?" he asked. I swallowed thickly.

"Yes."

"And?" he asked again, sounding noticeably annoyed.

I shifted in my seat nervously. "Well….I'm not that sure. I mean….I don't even know you."

He sighed, a irritated and tired sigh. And then I was angry at him….again. He acts frustrated with me. As if I cant comprehend anything.

I hit my open hand on the table with a loud slap as away of releasing some of the pent-up rage I was holding in .

"Stop doing that," I commanded threw clenched teeth. "Stop acting like its all my fucking fault. Excuse me for being human and worrying about my safety. Do I look like the type of person to just go jumping into guys cars? I'm not some fucking slut, try Lauren Mallory for that shit, she looks like the type," I spat out, trying desperately to keep my voice low by leaning forward to him.

His face went from casual then to hurt then to anger and hurt. He leaned toward me and spoke calm and collected.

"I would and never have thought of you as such a person. I am not acting as if its your fault, I am just simply frustrated at your lack of faith in me that I would not……do anything inappropriate to you. And I do value your worriment about your safety. I find it refreshing, actually," he said, his tone slightly angry but he kept it down and smooth, and crossed his arms across his chest.

I sat there and starred, bewildered. I watched his eyes and they looked away from mine and over toward the table behind me.

"Your friends," he said and motioned with his head toward them. "They think I've upset you. The blonde boy is debating with himself about coming over here."

"They aren't my friends," I said and twisted the cap of my soda around with my finger.

"You sit with them," he concurred.

"Just because I sit with them doesn't make them my friends. They don't like me anyway."

"They like the popularity of your company," he stated.

"Yes. And is that the same with you? You want to look cool so you talk to the Freak with all the piercings?" I said and tapped my left snake bite with my teeth.

His face twisted in anger again but his voice stayed calm. "No. I don't talk to you because I want to look cool, I talk to you because I find you interesting and would like to get to know you better."

"Good," I said quietly, not really knowing what to say. Edward nodded at me casually.

"So…..will you please go with me to Seattle?" he asked, almost pleaded.

I guess I would have too. If I said no he would probably bug me till I said yes.

"Yes," I finally said. Edward's face lit up and he smiled brightly.

"Excellent," he said, the smile still touching ear to ear. "I'll pick you up."

The bell rang for class and I realized the time.

"We're going to be late," I said and started to stand. Edward sat….unmoving. He looked so much like a statue that I was almost certain he was.

"I'm not going to class today," he stated.

"Why not?"

"Its healthy to ditch class every now and then," he said and smiled up at me.

I had skipped class a few days a year in Phoenix, and never got caught. But I wouldn't dare try my luck here. Such a small school like this….someone would surly notice. I wouldn't take the risk of getting caught and having to deal with Charlie.

"I'm going. See you later then," I said. He smiled at me again then gave me a small wave. I waved over my shoulder as I exited the cafeteria and hastily walked to class.

I got there just as the late bell rang. Mr. Banner wasn't in yet so I hurried to my seat. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Mike and Angela starring at me, eyes filled with questions. I set my bag down and didn't look their way. I turned my snake bite around and around in my fingers as Mr. Banner came into the room, carrying a large box. He set it on his desk and called everyone to order.

"Alright everyone. Today we are going to learn our blood type!" he said, sounding so proud of the subject. He handed Mike three boxes and told him to pass each one of them to everyone. Mr. Banner then pulled out a set of white gloves and snapped them onto his hands.

"The first thing you will be getting is an indicator card," he said and held up a white card with four small squares on it. "The second is a four-pronged applicator." He held up a toothless hair pick. "And the third is a sterile micro lancet." He held up a small piece of blue plastic. "I will be coming around with a dropper of water to prepare your cards, so please don't start until I get to you."

By this time Mike had passed everything out, and I skillfully avoided his gaze as I looked at the things he put in front of me. Mr. Banner looked around the room quickly then he stopped at me.

"Mrs. Swan, would you like to go first?" he asked, loudly, and started walking toward my table. He stood in front of me…..and the entire class watched in awe.

"Sure?" I said, it came out as a question. He smiled down at me, then took the blue plastic thing, took hold of my left finger, and pricked it. It was a slight sting then it was over.

He then put water on each of my squares, the held my finger over each and squeezed till the blood flowed. He finished then left go of my finger and held up my paper for everyone to see.

"The Red Cross is having a blood drive in Port Angeles next weekend, so I thought you should all know your blood type." He sounded so fucking proud of himself even though I could already tell that probably five people would go and donate. My old Biology teacher tried that on us. "Those of you who aren't eighteen yet will need a parent's permission, I have slips at my desk."

He smiled to the class then gave me a band-aid.

But just as he was walking away he said "Oh and Bella…..since you I will be done before anyone else, could you please be the Carrier?"

"Carrier sir?" I asked, confused.

"Yes. See every year there are a few who get sick and need to go to the nurse. So will you please help with that today?" he said. In Phoenix the teacher called it "The Paramedic" and would shout it out when ever someone fainted.

"Yes, sir." He nodded at me.

"Thank you," he said then went to go help other groups.

I starred out the window so I wouldn't have to look at Angela or Mike. Through the light rain that had started I could see a shiny Volvo in the parking lot. And then reality sunk in.

I would be going somewhere with Edward. Edward: A slightly scary individual who has a slightly irritable mood swinging condition and who really needs a Prozac once in awhile.

Holy fuck……wait a dam second……would this be….no it cant….oh fuck me, could this be like…..a date?

Oh shit, no…..no it cant be a……a……date. No…..I must just be taking this out of contrast. Yeah that's it: just taking this out of contrast. Way out of mother fucking contrast.

Would Edward call it a date? Was that what he was trying to do, get me to date him? Edward was very attractive….probably way out of my league. He probably could date some European supermodel. Hell his whole family looked like they should be modeling the latest in high priced apparel.

"Bella!" Mr. Banner's voice pulled me out of my thinking stupor.

Mr. Banner was standing next to the desk of a girl, I couldn't think the name of, while she held a trash can up to her face and that sound of her stomach regurgitate its contents follow.

I jumped up quickly and swiftly walked over to her table. Mr. Banner handed me the trash can while he picked her up slightly and I slid my arm under hers. I then quickly handed her the trash can back as I heard the sound of more regurgitation about to come up, to which I had to look away.

She slumped on me as I pulled her threw the halls to the nurses office. She didn't talk and I didn't feel like it anyway. I was actually feeling some what nauseous myself, and that only happens when I see someone throw up or look at puke. I had been good at looking away when that disgusting sound would arise in her stomach first then throat. And I walked as fast as I could to the nurses office.

Once there I hurriedly set her down on the vinyl cot. I informed the nurse what happened to which she just smiled then sent me back to Biology.

As I walked threw the halls I became even more nauseous. The empty halls and sterile white lights were fucking with my eyesight. I finally decided to just stop, find some little empty hallway, just breathe, then go back to class.

I found a nice little area, near the restrooms, that was open to the outside but let in a nice cool wind and no rain. I stopped and leaned against the wall, letting the nauseousness drip off of me. I shut my eyes and thought about only calming and soothing things.

Music……

Books……

Hitting Edward Cullen in the Fucking Face……

Watching said person's reaction to said action……

Kicking Edward Cullen in the Balls……

And by that last one I was calm, nauseousness gone, and I was ready to go back to class with a small smile on my face. I opened my eye and looked around, navigating my route then started walking.

"Edward you cant do this."

I stopped dead in my tracks. That voice had come from down the hall, the hall I had been on. I turned back to my spot and quietly listened. The voice was female I could say that much.

"Why? Why cant I be happy?" I heard Edward's familiar voice ask.

"It will not end well, Edward," the female voice said.

That's when I began wondering if…..and I could be totally wrong and vain about this…..but I started to wonder if they were talking about yours fucking truly.

But why the fuck would they talk about me? What wouldn't end well?