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A/N: Aw! Thanks for the reviews! It's taking me so long to update, sorry about that. My life is a bit hectic. Ha! That's an understatement. I moved. New life, new city, new school, new friends :( Though I do have family here, it sucks; not that I'd ever say that to my mom. School makes me shudder. It's a private school and not only do I have to wear a uniform, I get tons of homework! I guess you could say writing and reading is an escape. I started writing this chapter and then decided to start over thinking it was poorly written. I hope you guys like it!
Btw, are there any Ian fans? Team Ian anyone? Lol No, I'm not talking about The Host but if I were I would be Team Ian. I love that Ian, Wanda's Ian. That's why I named this character Ian (at the time I didn't think he was bad)
He kissed me and left. Left me alone.
With Ian.
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It was silent for a long moment. I looked down at the boxes, looking for something to do. Ian was the one to break the silence.
He chuckled. "Are you sure he's jealous?" He smiled. He had a really nice smile, perfect teeth like every vampire, perfect lips, too. But there was something more. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Yes" I grimaced.
"I don't understand. Did I do something?" He tilted his head to the side and his eyebrows pulled together.
"He doesn't like your thoughts" I blurted out and I realized what I said only when it was too late.
Ian's butterscotch eyes widened as the words sank in.
"He reads minds?" His jaw dropped. He seemed suddenly embarrassed as he remembered his previous thoughts about me.
I nodded.
"So you're a newborn, too, right?" Ian seemed to have picked the first question that came to mind. He wanted to change the subject. I didn't like the term newborn, especially the thing it implied: uncontrollable and blood thirsty.
"Yes" I said cuttingly.
"You're different, though" He assumed. I had figured out that much from Edward's reactions. I wasn't the typical newborn.
"You could say so" I didn't know why, but I felt better knowing he didn't think of me as nothing more than a thirsty newborn. It was hard not to like Ian.
I didn't know why Edward didn't like Ian. He seemed nice enough. I was sure Edward was exaggerating. But Edward wouldn't lie to me, would he?
"Do you know what your power is?" Ian interrupted my reverie.
Power? Like Edward's mindreading and Alice's visions? I really wanted one, but I hadn't experienced anything out of the ordinary.
"I don't know if I even have one" I admitted sheepishly. My voice sounded sad even to me.
"I'm sure you do" He patted my hand to comfort me. And to my surprise, it did make me feel better.
"I guess we should get started" I said after a quiet moment.
I reached for the box that said OPEN FIRST – ALICE :) I rolled my eyes and opened it easily with my nails. It was a big box, almost the size of a big Jacuzzi or Edward's Volvo. In half a second, I had the box open, and I heard my breath come in a gasp as I realized what it was. After the shock wore off I chuckled and shook my head.
"Alice will be Alice" I repeated what Edward had said not too long ago.
Ian rushed to my side to see what had upset me. He was beside me soon and I felt him stiffen. He squared his shoulders and looked straight ahead, taking deep breaths but trying to be inconspicuous about it.
It was a bed.
A huge, soft bed. Alice didn't bother taking it apart; she simply sent it so that I would open the box and move the bed. Done, done, and done. On top of it, not only were there pillows and a silky red sheet but there was something else. It was a small pink piece of paper folded down the middle. A note. I recognized Alice's handwriting on it.
I wasn't sure whether I wanted to read this with Ian looking over my shoulder. I opened the note anyways.
"You can thank me later!
You'll need this soon enough!
Wink, wink…
Love, Alice ." I tried to close the note quickly so that Ian wouldn't be able to read it but I could tell that I was already late. I turned around and I saw his hands closing into fists and his mouth pressed into a tight line.
"Alice is the psychic, right?" His voice was even quieter than usual and emotionless. I wasn't surprised that he knew Alice was a psychic since he had stopped with the Cullens before coming here.
"Yes"
He grimaced and then he nodded.
Ian helped me move the bed to the center of the room, though it was unnecessary. When I was done arranging the pillows, I noticed him staring at me. I didn't know what to say.
We stood there in silence, looking at each other. He looked so heartbroken.
I'd never really looked at Ian until now. He had black hair which fell into his eyes and underneath it all were a set of buttercup colored eyes, but it was different, I was entranced by the color of them, it reminded me of the sand on the beach. The warmth.
He was very graceful, even for a vampire. Ian was muscular, too. Not the way Emmett was; somewhere between Jasper and Emmett. He could certainly take care of himself. He stood idly next to a chair looking uncomfortable, unable to do anything with himself. He looked about nineteen, although I suspected that he may have been physically younger than what his body portrayed, maybe seventeen at a second glance.
I don't know how long I stared or ogled at him, but he certainly noticed. He smiled at me when I looked up at his face, and then started jokingly flexing his muscles. Men and their mood swings. I had to laugh at that. It definitely broke the ice.
"How old are you, Ian?" I might as well get to know him if he was going to stay with us,
"Nineteen"
I rolled my eyes.
"You know what I mean!"
"What? I am nineteen. I'm serious, Bella." He paused. "I was turned when I was seventeen and it's been two years." His eyes turned sad.
"Oh" That was a stupid comment. I didn't really expect him to be so young.
"How old are you, Bella?"
"Seventeen" I answered automatically.
He thought about that for a second. "Who changed you?"
I hesitated. "Edward"
"Tanya said it was… accidental." Just by being mentioned, Tanya made my hands curl into fists. I hated her. Why couldn't she just leave me alone?
"It was." I whispered. Whether Edward regretted it or not, I was an accident. He didn't plan it. He didn't know it was going to turn out great. He didn't even know me.
He had wanted to kill me.
He very nearly had.
He would have if the Cullens hadn't stopped him.
I sighed. But it's different now, silly! I tried to tell myself.
"Do you ever wander if, maybe he feels guilty?" He waited as the word sank in. Guilty? That would be like him. To be guilty. To torture himself thinking he ruined my life.
To try to fix that.
Would he do things out of guilt?
Could he be pretending to like me out of guilt? I thought I could feel my heart break right then.
"I don't know" I answered. It was true. My head was now filled with doubt. Did Edward really love me? What if he was just a really good liar? He had to be a good liar. Was he lying to me?
"I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything." I guess my face didn't exactly show happiness. I hadn't realized but my knees had given in and I was now on the floor. Unfortunately, I was not unconscious. I felt Ian's arms around me. I was so vulnerable, I didn't care. I rested my head on his shoulder and cried without tears. Why did I feel this way? Hadn't Edward told me he loved me? Yes, but did he do it out of guilt?
"It's okay, Bella" Ian whispered in my ear, though I would have heard him just the same if he'd been across the room. "I'm sorry" He repeated this over and over again. Ian caressed my hair and pushed it out of the war. It felt too intimate, but I was defenseless at the moment. All I could think about was guilt and Edward.
I felt Ian move, my eyes still closed. I opened them and saw that he had pulled me onto the bed, still cradling me like a small child. What would Edward think? The thought of Edward had me sobbing again. I didn't know why I felt like this. I guess it was because this was the first relationship I'd ever been in. Because I was madly in love with him and he might or might not love me back.
After a couple of minutes, I calmed down. The sobs had stopped. I looked up at Ian.
"I'm sorry. I – I don't know what took over me. I-" I should have been paying more attention. I should have seen that look in his eyes. How his mouth parted and his breath was slowly increasing.
Ian cupped my check in his white hand, and in a sixteenth of a second, he pressed his lips against mine.
In that same second, the door flew open and I could smell Edward. I pulled away quickly and made my way across the room. The kiss had only lasted an eighth of a second but I didn't think it seemed that way to Edward.
There I was sitting on Ian's lap, on a bed, kissing. Things weren't what they looked like, but Edward looked in so much pain as he stood there. For once since I'd met him, he was speechless. His eyes were the picture of agony, and then suddenly, they cooled. His features turned furious, and his voice was hard.
"What the hell are you doing, Bella!?" He shouted. He had never ever shouted at me before. I felt myself press against the wall.
"Edward, I-"
"You! Out. Now." He was looking at Ian. His tone was deadly. Ian gave me a look, which didn't make it look any better, and left.
"Edward," I started again.
"I don't want to hear it, Bella!" I cringed.
"Nothing happened, Edward!" I was shouting back. Nothing had happened.
"You call that nothing!?"
"I was crying, Edward! He held me while I cried and then- and then he kissed me! He kissed me!"
"That sure didn't stop you from kissing him back!"
"Edward!" I yelled.
He glared at me.
"I can't talk about this anymore, Isabella." I knew it was bad if he called me Isabella.
"We have to talk about this! You have to understand, nothing happened!" I felt like a broken record repeating the same thing again and again."I love you, Edward! Don't you trust me!?" I was angry now. I had been fairly nice about the whole Tanya thing.
"I did, until now!" My fury transformed into sadness.
"You don't...trust me?" I could feel the pain distort my face for the second time today.
He looked away. That was enough to answer my question. It felt as if my knees would give in any second now. Maybe he did feel guilty. What if he was using this as an excuse to not being with me? He didn't trust me. Without trust, there is no love. I managed to hold back the sobs that threatened to leave my mouth.
"So what now?" I didn't want to ask the question.
He didn't answer.
"Edward?"
Still no answer"
"Dammit, Edward! Say something!" I shook him.
His head snapped up. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Isabella!"
With that said, he slammed the door as he left.
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