Once again. Not a really long chapter but hope you enjoy. This time I was skipping math to do this :) Plus, Twilight and all characters belong to Stephanie Meyer... which I forgot to mention last time...

BPOV

"Thanks for cheering me up," but really for choosing me over Jessica Stanley. I mean, who in their right mind would refuse her? With that body?!?

"No problem. Anything else I can do for you?"

Other than kiss me senseless… not really. Because I realized in that moment, when he quirked his eyebrow at me, that I had a hopeless teenager crush on Edward. And I had a feeling it just wasn't going to go away.

"Help me up." Well, yes – I could get up on my own but I needed to feel Edward's body again. And what do you know? The same weird feeling was there. Like I was being shocked, but in a good way and I couldn't help but goofishly smile.

"Thanks." I turned around to open the door to leave, but Edward just put his hand on the door, keeping it shut, and said:

"Bella, there's something I need to ask you."

EPOV

I wasn't really sure what I was doing but I was definitely torn up inside. Half of me was saying just walk away and leave the girl fucking alone, but then my other half, of course the devil had to has his say in things too, was telling me to go for it. And of course, I listened to the devil.

So I put my other hand on the door, squishing Bella between the door and my body and I took a couple steps closer. Not wanting to freak her out, I kept a good six inches away from her face and asked her:

"Will you tutor me again?"

I wasn't sure if I was asking her because I wanted to actually pass Biology and graduate, or if I just wanted to have an excuse to spend more time with her. Either way, I just wasn't going to admit to that because I was too big of a pussy.

And just for good measure, I threw in a crooked smile, which usually does the trick, but her face just turned from shock to angst, as if I was causing her pain. So I quickly withdrew the smile. I wasn't sure what it had done, but it definitely didn't have the usual effect.

Or did it? Because in that moment, Bella answered yes and I couldn't help but smile again.

BPOV

Damn that smile. I was about to say no with some sharp comment about his disregard for promptness but that smile did it for me. There was no way I could refuse that smile, so I defeatedly answered yes.

Despite my surrender, I was feeling pretty giddy. He wanted me to tutor him and suddenly, I wasn't so jealous anymore.

"Um, so after school today?"

"Yeah, sure."

And now it was just awkward because Edward was almost completely squished up against me and was keeping the door closed. So what now? I wanted to hug him again as a silent "Thank you for everything" and secretly, just to feel more of him, but that would just be too weird. I didn't want to leave, but the situation was getting impossibly more awkward by the second so I either had to say something or duck under Edward's arm to get out. Of course I chose option one. I was hopeless, there was no way I could leave…

"So why did you hit Newton?"

EPOV

That handshake did it for me. Stanley had a brain the size of a pea so I didn't completely believe her when she told me Bella had a thing for me, but there was no way of denying how I felt for her. The second time our hands touched I felt the shock again, and I had used my good hand this time so I was fairly sure that it wasn't the fracture.

Shit. What was I going to do? Bella was supposed to tutor me now and I would just have to push those feelings back. If I let them out, who knows what would happen? I'm not really sure she felt the same way towards me and I wasn't willing to find out.

Bella was one of those people who you just couldn't be an ass to without feeling sorry for it later. And if I ever got involved with her and hurt her, I would never forgive myself. Never. Because there was no way I could live with myself if I fucked up something so perfect. And I was pretty good at fucking up.

Plus, my reputation with girls was shaky. They had always been empty, meaningless affairs constituting of one night stands. I had never been in a real relationship before so I wasn't sure how to do it. If Bella wanted one, she would have to take the lead because I would die before I ever hurt her, I would never forgive myself if I ever saw her crying like that because of me.

Then she brought me back from my thinking and I realized I was still keeping her pinned against the door. I decided to back off a bit and took a deep sigh. She had asked me about Newton. Which just wouldn't do. And just like that, I lied to her… well, I just didn't tell the whole truth.

"He was pissing me off."

And I felt like shit for doing it. I had the urge just to almost blurt the truth out to her but I couldn't do that. She wouldn't understand, and I didn't want her to see me like that, all fucking depressed and shit.

Plus, I wasn't sure if Bella was aware of my controlled substance tendencies and I didn't want to clue her in because I had a feeling she just wouldn't like that.

And because things were starting to get awkward, I slowly dropped my hands and opened the door without saying a word. I held it open for her because I thought she might like that, and followed her silently out of the room.

BPOV

I was about to say something like, "Later," when we were leaving the room but I just didn't get that far. I had forgotten to pick my backpack off the ground after my laughing fit and I tripped on one of the straps.

Fuck. I fell straight onto my outstretched hands to avoid smashing my face into the floor and heard the horrifying sound of my wrist snapping, specifically, my left one. I knew it was my left because I felt a shooting pain go up my left arm and just started mentally cursing all the gods I could think of.

I had a couple of tears rolling down my cheeks because of the immense pain, but I managed to roll myself onto my back and sit up.

In that moment, Edward was kneeling beside me and said:

"Shit, Bella. What did you do?"

I knew what I had done but I was having trouble forming a coherent sentence because when he said those words, his sweet breath brushed my face and kinda knocked me back a little.

"Uh…I think I, broke my wrist."

Then Edward got this concerned look on his face, kind of maternal in a way, really sweet, and gently lifted my wrist to inspect it.

"What are you doing?" I asked questioningly. As much as I liked Edward's close proximity, I needed the nurse to check me out, not Edward. Although, Edward was free to check me out in other ways….

"Yup. Definitely a fracture."

"And how would you know that?"

"Because Esme is a nurse and I've learned a thing or two from spending time at the hospital."

And just like that, Edward wiped my tears with his finger from my face, just leaving a burning sensation in their wake, and lifted me up into his arms, carrying me down the hall, leaving my stupid backpack in the doorway.

And despite the dull, constantly nagging pain in my wrist, I actually felt kinda happy in Edward's arms, for once in my life, actually content with my situation. Because my body may not have been in one piece, but, for once, my heart definitely was. And for once, I felt whole.

And I decided to bask in it.

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