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Chapter 3 –Crush, the crush– Bella

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I bit my bottom lip as Edward continued tohammer his pencil on his binder. Jeez, that kid could be so annoying at times. We'd been studying for hours almost every night this week, and only taking breaks to munch a snack down or have a little mid noon brawl to take our strain away and have some fun. Tonight was different however, I was edgy and off my seat because of the whole Tyler thing.

I didn't like the outfit Alice laid out for me. A pair of too tight jeans and a scanty blouse that was much too revealing. Edward told me I look nice. But he gave me the big brother look, so I figured he had to say it. I would do the same for him if he needed convincing but honestly it's Edward. And he always looked good. Bronze hair, nice abs, who wouldn't drool? Sometimes I even had to catch myself.

I watched as Edward's eyes lit up and his pencil scrawled rapidly on his binder. My eye twitched, but for no good reason. I craftily peeked over his shoulder. It was a sketch of…

"Why don't you just act contrite for drooling and ask her to an etiquette night on the town."

I could almost hear his eyes roll. "It's called common courtesy…and she thinks I'm a goofball."

Edward could be so naïve sometimes, he had to know how wonderful he is. I bit the edge of my lip to keep a titter in, "I think if you describe her that wholly, then it's physically impossible for her to be that cunning."

"Can we not talk about this?" That surprised me. All the same it took me completely off guard. Edward and I could have a discussion about anything. It saddened me I had to use the words almost everything. He must be really embarrassed, more so then I might have ever believed. He must be in love. I couldn't register the words in my mind. Not my BFF. Not Edward. His eyes don't fall easy. The girls that go to Forks High School go to unpredictable lengths when Edward's involved. I would be on familiar terms with that.

"Shouldn't you're rendezvous be here by now?" He smiled evilly and cocked a finger at his watch.

And then oddly, hearing the bell as it rang from down stairs I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I don't want to go," I pretended to pout, and then dove in, "I want to hang about here and here all the things you want to sing you're darling—"

"Go Bella," his green eyes were mysteriously amused, and he was trying ridiculously hard not to smile, "oh and also not to late."

I grimaced and then smacked his arm, "carry on," I eyed the half done portrait, unable to be as stricken as always by his arty talents. "It's really great Edward." I sighed and walk waveringly to towards my door.

"Bella!" I sighed and turned around warily to look at him, "you look beautiful." His voice was unexpectedly gentle and if I didn't know my own eyes better I'd proclaim his gleaming emerald eyes turned a shade greener.

I cleared my throat noisily, feeling inarticulate and privileged, "thanks on behalf of making my date think I'm blushing because of him," I smirked.

He smiled, his crooked smile, "it's all in the reading."

* * *

I looked out the side window, trying to battle away my wistful thoughts. Why did I agree to go to the Lodge with Tyler? Oh right he cornered me in the hall way and begged me to go out with him and give us a chance. So maybe I should have filled Edward in on some of the more prominent details…But why should I concern him about something so stupid as my insignificant insecurities.

It's not that Tyler and I aren't friends, but we don't know each other in a way that I presume either of us could be hopeful for some kind of affiliation. So far this rendezvous was a total nickel down the open drain. Our first conversation was about how Tyler and his big score: Guys and their sports. Eyes, three-sixty roll. For the next half an hour he talked about his favourite teacher, his most admired basketball player, his approval for the Lodge, his English essay that he was having difficulty with….

I guess just I ought to have been content I wasn't obliged to contribute a whole lot to the chinwag.

"Me and Mike were thinking of making a band you know, I was thinking of paying drums since I practically own it and Mike wants to play guitar, says it pulls in the chicks."

"That's really cool," I garbled, "Forks could use some…excitement." I didn't comment on the Mike part, saving that for later.

He beamed at me, his teeth showing from under his lips.

"Is that good?" He was referring to my untouched smoked rib.

I felt my face scrunch up a bit, "Er, its fine, I just don't eat meat a lot…"

His eyes widened, "are you a vegetarian! I'm so sorry Bella! I feel so bad, I really didn't know—" I kept opening my mouth to protest his words but he continued to torment himself.

"Tyler, I eat fish all the time," we both sighed, his relief, mine regretful. I smiled—the best one I could summon up, and then I told him I was going to the rest room.

I locked myself in the handicap stall and pulled my cell phone out of my purse in a haste of determination.

"Do you remember that time when we snuck into Mr. Banner's class and stole his onion trophy?"

The words were slow and confused, "sure, I remember that….Emmett tricked us into it, when we were playing truth or dare…Are you okay, you're not usually—"

"And you wouldn't let me go on my own so you came with me."

"You could have got in weeps of trouble and being you," we both knew he was referring to my clumsy and ill-fated balance. "You could have got into a mess over something so stupid as a dare."

It was silent for a second. "So Tyler's not that dreamy after all?"

I breathed a heavy sigh, "I know this is entirely dire of me for asking, and I feel wretched for even thinking it because I know you have better things to do then come and pick up you're best friend from her bummer date," my voice was sweet and rapturous, "not that I was really looking forward to it—"

"The Lodge?"

I sighed, though I already felt relieved after calling Edward, "You are my light in shining armour Edward Anthony Cullen."

His laugh bubbled on the other side, "Let me find my keys."

I took my time trudging back to Tyler, entirely comforted Edward would be here in less then a few minutes. But as fast as my wonderful relief had appeared it vanquished just as swiftly. In its place a wave of insecurity and vulnerably washed through me.

"Bella!" Tyler yelped. "You were a while in there." I did my best to keep my expression smooth. "Look who dropped by?!"

Mike Newton. And. Tanya Dena Lie.

Oh lord.

"Hi, I don't think we've met?" Tanya reached out for my hand, a smile on her unflawed relaxed features. Okay so Edward deserves someone like her. Someone pretty, and as far as English class goes, she's pretty darn smart. But why I felt consequently uncomfortable as soon as saw I her…I couldn't put in plain words, my twisted feelings.

I glanced at her palm, and then back to her and we shook hands. Something in the pit of my bones, the arc of my reflection made me feel threatened. And yet I felt tall precisely the moment out hands unclasped.

"You're in my English class, right?" I pretended to play not bright.

"Er," she ran a hand through a lock of strawberry blond hair, "I believe so."

Mike was starring at me weirdly, one eye cocked up like he was trying to tell me something.

"You guys should sit with me and Bella?" Tyler patted the seat beside him, beseeching me to side by him.

"Actually," I began…

"Sorry gentleman," Edward nodded in Tyler and Mike's direction, his voice soft, "and Tanya," he smiled at Tanya, without really looking at her—I somehow, managed to keep a fiery giggle in. "But there's a crisis back home so I'm going to give Bella here a drive," Edward placed his hand on my shoulder.

I had to bite my lip from smirking. Tyler and Mike both looked startled by his appearance, and Tyler looked a little angry. I suppose I would have been as well if things were switched the other way around, but really I wouldn't be. Nevertheless the thing that really caught my eye was….the way Tanya's mouth was pursed outwardly and her eyes were focused on Edward's hand.

"Yeah," I say slightly baffled by the scene in front of me, "We should go."

Edward assisted me while I put my coat on, I felt awkward and self-conscious among the scrutiny of our audience.

"Cya Bella, we should do this again," Tyler winked.

My eyes widened in disbelief. Edward turned us both around before I could respond and I was now starring at him like he was my white knight. But his own emerald green eyes were knotted together, like something dreadful was bothering him.

"Thanks," I breathed, my eyes struggled to make sense of his mood in the dark grey shadows of his warm car. I focused on his hands, afraid the knuckles would magically break the white pale skin. "Edward? What's wrong?" He didn't respond, rather pulled out of the parking lot with a serious expression that was hard to make out. And then it occurred to me. His bizarre uncanny reaction: Tanya. "I'm sorry; I didn't know she was even going to be there, she showed up with Mike a couple minutes before you came."

I twisted my hands in my lap, and waited patiently for him to say something.

His voice was flat, and as hard as ice, "Newton was starring at you're… "

I felt my eye brows know, "my…"

"Are you going to make me spell it out?"

"Huh?"

"He was starring at you're chest," he repeated, the words somehow more bottomless this time.

"Oh." Oh. Creepy. "Well that's the most he's ever going to see," I tried unsuccessfully to make a joke of the whole dreary thing.

I expected him to laugh but his grip on the steering wheel only tightened.

"Edward it's really—"

"If you value my sanity at all Bella, you will not say the word fine." His hair was pointing in every direction and he ran his hair through it roughly with his slender fingers.

"It's spine-chilling all right. But really it doesn't matter at—"

He groaned, frustrated.

"Well," I sighed, since I clearly wasn't going to win this battle. "At least something good came of this night." I glanced outside my side window.

"And what was that?" No change in his frame of mind.

"Tanya couldn't take her eyes off you…"

If it wasn't so dark I may possibly have teased him for blushing which I was certain he was, "and I think-" I paused, "I think it was because she was jealous."

He sighed, "Stop trying to make me feel better Bella."

I grinned, "I think I have the answers to solve you're qualms Cullen."

He parked in front of my house. The lights were on and a curtain peeking from inside was all too visible.

"Furthermore?" He was calmer now, no doubt for the reason that I was going straight to my room and under a warm quilt, and then dialling his number to tell him all about by nightmare/date.

I was confident, "we are going to make you're crush jealous."

So next chap is the commencement of the surreal extravagant madnessssss!

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