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Cold metal. Cold fucking metal, waking me up.

I sighed and rolled over, knocking whatever the cold metal was out of the bed. It hit the floor with a loud clank, and I was awake. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, looking around the bed to see what the thing was. It was a bat. A bat.

What the fuck was a bat doing in my bed?

There was a loud rap-rap on my door.

"Bella?" Charlie asked threw the wood. I pushed the bat under my bed with my foot.

"Come in."

Charlie entered, wearing normal clothes and no uniform, he smiled at me with his coffee mug in hand. The smell filled my nostrils.

"Did you just wake up?" he asked. I nodded. "Well…I don't mean to leave you all alone today but I'm going fishing with a friend of mine. So will you be okay by yourself?" he said.

"Yeah," I said, my voice heavy from sleep. I cleared my throat. "Sure. Have fun." He smiled at me.

"I'll be back around dinner time," he informed me. Then walked over, kissed me on the top of my head like he used to do when I was younger, then left with the soft shut of my door.

I quickly pulled the bat back out from under the bed. Why was this in my bed? And then all the sudden all these events from, what I hoped wasn't last night but all just a fucking dream, flooded my mind. No, these weren't real, couldn't be.

Vampire's weren't real. Why the hell would Edward be in my room?

I need a cat scan. My mind is fucked up and I needed pills, or treatments, or something. Some shit that was going to fix me.

Then my phone buzzed loudly next to me on the bedside table. I reached for it even though I was puzzled by why it was there. Hadn't it been on the charger last time I had used it? I looked at the screen, the number reading Blocked, shrugged and answered.

"Hello?" I said to the mystery caller.

"Bella?" the most recognizable voice asked back. I took a quick intake of air before hitting the End Call button with such force and speed, I was surprised the expensive and delicate screen didn't crack.

That fucker was calling me. He had gotten my number but some crazy means, which were beyond me.

Nothing that happened last night was real. It was all a dream. I had fallen asleep in the closet and walked my self to bed with the baseball bat in tow. It was all a dream. I stupid, fucked up dream.

And then my phone vibrated, but not from an incoming caller. I looked at the screen, illuminated with the words: New Message From: Blocked. The fucker was texting me now. Do I accept it or do I ignore it? Do I accept a damn message from Edward Cullen, the bipolar dickhead?

Then another message popped up from Blocked. Shit. I closed my eyes my finger tapped the acceptance button for the first message. My hand grew sweaty around my phone. It was a good minute before I opened my eyes to look down at the bright screen.

Bella?

Was all he had typed. I furious and shocked. How had he gotten my number?!? I hadn't even given it to anyone at school! Wait……I think I gave it to Jessica, but I seriously doubt that she would have even given it to him. Had she? Fuck. Okay, I would play dumb.

Who is this?

Was all I typed back. And it was exactly, I counted in my head, 10 seconds when I got a reply.

Edward.

Just one word, I guess he figured everyone was supposed to know who he was. Arrogant fuck.

Edward who?

I replied. Another ten seconds exactly.

You know who.

Fucker. In my book that deserved a slap to the face.

How did you get this fucking number.

This time it didn't take him ten seconds to answer. In fact he didn't even answer back. It was when my mental timer his thirty that I knew he wasn't going to answer me back. But then my phone started buzzing in my hand, Blocked showing up in big, white, Apple Iphone Letters. Fuck.

I wasn't going to answer, I really, really wasn't. My finger accidentally tapped the answer button as I was about to put my phone back on the nightstand.

"Fuck," I hissed and sat there, awkwardly holding this phone.

I put it to my ear and listened, hoping he hadn't heard me. It was silent for a second before his unmistakable voice intruded the silence.

"Bella, what are you doing?"

Good job Bella, my brain snapped. Now he is not going to stop calling or texting if you don't answer.

Fuck.

"How did you get my fucking number?" I hissed threw clenched teeth.

"Bella, please just calm down for a minute-"

"No!" I interrupted. "You answer my fucking question first before I even think about calming down."

I think I heard him sigh before he talked, that was all I heard. No background noise behind him. "A friend of yours gave it to me," he said.

"Who?" My voice was sharp and demanding, but I didn't care. I wanted to know how and from whom he had gotten my number. And I also wanted to know if I was going completely insane, but that would have to lie in wait for a little while.

"Jessica Stanley."

Fucking bitch, and I set her up with Mike!

"Bitch…" I mumbled without thinking.

"Well it wasn't entirely-" Edward had started to say. I ended the call before he could finish and was finding Jessica's number before my mind could comprehend it all.

It rang four times before Jessica's always, overly blithe voice answered.

"Hello?"

"You gave Edward Cullen my number?" I blurted.

"Well he asked, Bella."

"I don't care if he asked. Why, Jessica, why?" I said, rubbing the spot on my forehead that had begun to ache.

"Because he asked! I couldn't just say no to him!" she said, franticly trying to get me to be happy about the situation. "And he looked so happy when I did give him your number……." then she suddenly gasped loudly into the phone, as if a great revelation had just bestowed itself on her. "I bet he likes you, Bella! Aww!"

I sighed, the ache hurting more and more. "Yeah, I bet that's just the case. Edward Cullen likes Bella Swan," I said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Well he might!" she said.

"Thanks Jess, really." Even more sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, Bella!" she said, instantly sad and wanting me to forgive her. "Please don't be mad at me!"

"I'm not mad Jessica," I said, rolling my eyes. " Don't worry about it."

"Yay! Thanks Bella. Well gotta go, call me later?" she said.

"Sure," I said and quickly ended the call.

I sighed again, the spot hurting with all its might. I threw my phone on my bed and got up to go to the bathroom in search of aspirin. I waddled to the bathroom, flipped on the lights, and instantly went to the medicine cabinet. I found some off brand stuff that would do the trick and popped one into my mouth.

As I was walking back into my room……I heard that damned buzzing phone. I stormed over to the bed, picked up the stupid thing, and pressed it firmly against my ear.

"What?!?" I hissed.

"Are calm now Bella?" Edward asked casually and slightly impatient.

I exhaled a sharp breath threw my nose before answering. "No. What the fuck do you want?"

"I want to sit down and talk to you," he said.

"Why?"

"Because you sound like you are losing you mind."

"I am," I said, simply. Because I was. And I had always heard on tv that if you say you have an addiction or something, you get better when you admit it. So it must be the same here.

"Please, just sit and talk with me," he pleaded again.

"Nope."

"Please……I'll take you somewhere. Dinner?" I looked at the old clock on my wall. 9:30.

"Its 9:30, Edward," I said with a roll of my eyes. But then a suggestion hit me. "You know what…okay. Fine. But you have to take me to a Starbucks, I haven't had a drop of coffee since I got here!"

There was silence then "Fine. I'll be there in thirty minutes."

"Fine," I said, then hung up.

Reality hit me as soon as I had put my phone down as was at my closet picking something to wear. I mentally cursed myself as I picked something to wear.

But then I saw my Fangtasia shirt in the back of my closet, and I knew that would ruffle Edward's feathers. I paired that with a pair of white, ripped jeans and some Chucks. I quickly straightened my hair, making every color on the end of every hair stand out to perfection. A light touch of blood red eye shadow. All my piercings perfect.

I was checking over my appearance in the mirror when I got an idea for a new piercing. A nice Vampire bite right in the center of my neck. I thought it over and it looked really cool in my head. I would have to keep that in mind the next time I walked by a piercing parlor.

I was just about to leave my room and head down stairs when I noticed that it was murky, and most likely, cold outside. I had thrown my green jacket in the washer yesterday, so I grabbed a jacket out of my closet: a blue on the outside and stripped on the inside jacket that I switched around to the stripped. Then I stuffed my phone and old wallet into my back jean pockets and left my room.

It was cold and murky when I got outside, I slung the jacket around me and shoved my arms in it. Do I just wait for him? I stood in my driveway and listened for sounds, tires, honks, anything. But it was oddly quiet. But then a car broke through the quiet and Edward was parked at the old sidewalk. Fucking Volvo in tow.

He instantly jumped up and started to walk up to me.

"Hi. Did you-" he began to say before glancing down at my shirt. I looked at him like I didn't know what the hell was wrong with him.

"What?" I sneered.

Edward looked away, shook his head, "Nothing. Did you wait long?"

I shook my head. "Good," he said and gestured to his car.

I followed him as he walked to passenger side door, and opened it carefully for me. I eyed it for a second before sliding in, and pulling the door shut behind me. Edward was at his door in seconds, scaring the shit out of me, and sliding in to his seat. The car started with a soft purr and he pulled onto the old road.

Then it was all just really awkward. Edward didn't talk: just stared out at the road, occasionally looking at me then looking away. And I didn't talk because he didn't talk, was I supposed to make conversation? Well if I was supposed to, no one told me!

Edward drove fast, to fucking fast. I picked at my finger nails as I waited for some conversation to spark.

"I'm sorry I got your number from Jessica. I should have just asked you for it," Edward said, staring at the road. I just looked at him and nodded. I didn't need to say anything, I took his apology and that was all.

"What's wrong?" he asked, this time looking at me. I looked up at him, shrugged. "Your to quiet."

"Sorry," I said, with another shrug of my shoulders. "This better?"

He chuckled under his breath. "You usually swear more too."

"Oh excuse me," I said before clearing my throat. "I am very sorry, Edward that I am so fucking quiet today. Maybe if you talked more yourself then it wouldn't be so fucking quiet. Better?"

He laughed and returned to staring at the road as it whizzed by. "Much better."

I rolled my eyes then looked out the window. Edward's car was overly warm and I found myself wiggling out of my jacket. I kept tucked in my lap as the silence bounced around the car. I had never contemplated how awkward it would be to just sit in a damn car with him. But I guess with Edward, everything is really awkward.

But, thank god, we finally got there. The Starbucks was located in a sort of strip mall set up. A few wiry, small tables sitting outside. Edward parked a few spaces down from the coffee boutique. We both slid out of the car, the cold, dampness of Forks hitting my bare arms. I fumbled to put my jacket back on as I followed Edward up the sidewalk. The fucker didn't even wait for me, just kept walking. He only stopped when we had both gotten to the door and he held it open for me.

The wonderful smell of coffee hit me as we entered. The place was mostly empty, only about four or five people in there. Edward followed me to the counter where an overly bleached-blond girl was waiting. She smiled pleasantly at me and asked me how I was and what I would like.

"Double Chocolate Frappachino, please," I said. The girl smiled and nodded. Edward stood awkwardly behind me.

"Edward please chill the fuck out," I said to him, he rolled his eyes at me.

"I am chill," he said back.

"Cool shirt by the way," the blond said, smiling as she handed me my chilled drink. "True Blood is such a great show!"

"Yeah, thanks," I smiled back. I reached to my back pocket, pulling out my wallet (which had begun to hurt my side from being so ledged into my pocket). Edward saw me and moved in front of me.

"I got it," he murmured.

Edward placed a delicate hand on my back after he had finished paying with a sleek black credit card, that matched the one in wallet, and led me to a table in the back of the shop. And he removed that hand just as fast as we got to a small table. We both slid in the wire, iron seats as I put a straw in my drink, swirling the cold treat around.

"Why did you have to wear that?" Edward said, looking like a statue.

I took a quick sip of my drink then looked down at my shirt. "What's wrong with it? Why should it effect you anyways? Vampires aren't real anyway," I said with a smirk.

"Bella…" he said, almost like a warning. But for what I wasn't sure.

"What Edward? Got something to say? Then just say it please," I said. I chewed on the green straw as he thought for a minute.

"Vampires shouldn't exist," he murmured, looking down at the table.

"So…you can't" cue air quotes "hear me today, huh?"

He looked up at me, his eyes moving so fast, like a small flick. "You still don't believe any of this, do you?"

"Nope."

Edward sighed. "I really didn't think you would accept it all. I, admit, it is very difficult to take in."

"No shit," I murmured, taking a sip from my drink.

"But, if you must know…no I can't hear you today. Quite maddening really," he said, nodded his head slightly as he spoke.

"Yes, yes it is," I said, nodding my head as if I understood, fully, how he felt.

Edward chuckled lightly before we both caught each other's gaze. Edward smiled, actually smiled, at me. I didn't even think he could smile fully. I smiled back, just because. Then he leaned forward suddenly, catching my fully attention.

"What if I showed you Bella?" he asked, leaning forward so much I was surprised he didn't fall out of his chair. "What if I proved it to you? Gave you the ultimate proof?"

I swallowed a large gulp of my drink before answering. I leaned forward as well. "Why the fuck not?" I answered.

Edward crack as sideways smile at me and nodded. "Sounds excellent." He quickly stood up, me minutes behind him.

He waited for me as I caught up to him, smiled down at me, then led me to the door, a ghostly hand on my lower back. The bleach-blonde waving goodbye to me as I finished the last of my drink and tossed it into the trashcan at the exit.

When we had gotten outside, Edward walked ahead of me and opened his door. He looked at me as I opened mine and said "Your about to see one of the most shocking thing of your life."

"Yay."

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