I totally forgot today was Saturday loool.

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I was still slightly out of it when I finally arrived in class. My history teacher gave me an annoyed look when I rudely interrupted him with my entrance but I simply gave him an apologetic shrug and sat down. Like always, I was faced with a bunch of glares from the older kids but I ignored them -Rachel Harrison especially, my self-proclaimed rival. She was always trying to one up me in every single class we had together, shooting me the dirtiest looks when I scored higher than her. She was stunning, popular, kind, and was just a genuinely nice person to literally everyone but me.

Nice.

The teacher prattled on about the Haitian Revolution and before I knew it, class was over. I ran into Lee and Samantha in the hallway, and we walked together until we separated at my next class. Samantha talked in earnest about how she couldn't wait for the weekend, and apparently how it was supposed to be sunny and dry for once. Of course, she and Lee tried to constantly convince me to come but I repeatedly declined.

The rest of the morning passed quickly after that, but I wasn't concentrating on anything except in English. I wondered if that whole morning had been a hallucination within a hallucination, if such things were possible. It was hard to believe that it had been real at all.

Soon it was lunch and like always, Jessica latched onto me as soon as I entered the cafeteria, babbling on and on about her dance plans –Lauren and Angela had asked the other boys and now they were all planning on going together as a group, like I'd suggested. I wasn't really paying too much attention. I noticed that Edward's usual seat was empty. I frowned, and looked away.

I wasn't too hungry -my stomach was flopping nervously, and I bought two peppers and a vitamin water to help settle it.

As soon as I sat down, all eyes turned to me.

"Is that a Jalapeño?" Mike asked, sounding shocked. I blinked, and looked at the bright red vegetable that I was nibbling on.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you like some?" I asked. Sharing my lunch around the table had become a common occurrence, and I guessed Mike was just surprised I hadn't offered as normal.

"...I don't think that's what he meant..." Angela murmured, sounding amused. I looked at her in confusion.

"How can you eat that? Isn't your tongue on fire?" Ben asked me, and I looked at him weirdly.

"Is it supposed to be?" I asked. I had never really had a problem with pepper, to the point that whenever I cooked, no one else could eat my food because I put so much inside. My answer prompted more horrified looks from the rest of the table.

I offered him my second one. "Here, it's not that hot." He took it, and he and the guys immediately crowded around it, goading each other to take the first bite, much to my amusement.

"Edward Cullen is staring at you again," Jessica sang, looking at me with a suspiciously interested face. "I wonder why he's sitting alone today."

"The amount of attention you pay him is scary." I told her with a laugh, but nonetheless I very casually lifted my head and looked in the direction she was staring at. He was sitting at the other end of the cafeteria at a secluded table very far away from where he usually sat with his siblings. I was surprised, I had thought he wasn't in the room at all. Once he had caught my eye, he raised one hand and motioned with his index finger for me to join him. I leveled him with an unamused stare; I wasn't a dog ready to be summoned by their master. The smirk he sent my way stopped all negative thoughts and made my heart stop for a moment.

"Does he mean you?" Lauren asked, and the amount of disbelief in her voice was almost insulting. I gave her a look before sighing.

"Maybe." I stated for her benefit "I'd better go see what he wants." I said, standing up.

I walked to his table, nibbling on my pepper all the while, and when I got to his table, I stood behind the chair across him, placing the fist clutching my Vitamin Water on my hip.

I raised a brow.

"Yes, your majesty?" I asked voice full of sass.

"Why don't you sit with me today?" He asked, smiling at my tone. Both my eyebrows rose now, but I sat down nonetheless. He still smiled amusement in his eyes.

He watched me all the while, examining me with some foreign expression on his face. I sighed.

"Why the sudden change of seating plan?" I asked, tapping my finger on the cover of my drink.

"Well," Edward paused. "I decided as long as I was going to Hell, I might as well do it thoroughly." He stated, grinning wryly.

"Is hanging out with me that much of a sin?" I asked him, chuckling a bit. He shook his head.

"It's bad enough." He smiled again. "I think your friends are angry at me for stealing you."

I glanced over at my table, where everyone was blatantly staring. When they caught me looking, they all very deliberately looked back to their lunch trays. I couldn't help but laugh at their conspicuousness. "I think they'll survive."

"I may not give you back, though." He told me, a wicked glint in his eyes. My eyes snapped back to his own, and I stopped laughing. "You look worried." He laughed.

"Not really, no." I stated, calmly. "Taken aback, yes. What brought this on?"

"I told you." He began, emphasizing each syllable, adding more emotion. "I got tired of trying to stay away from you. So I'm giving up." He told me, leaning forward and folding his hands. I raised a brow.

"Giving up?"

"Yes. Giving up trying to be good. I'm going to do what I want now," He looked away, no longer smiling, "-and let the chips fall where they may." He finished. I let out a breath of exasperation while shaking my head.

"You just love being cryptic don't you?" I asked, and the breathtaking smile reappeared on his face.

"On the contrary. I always say too much when I'm talking to you. That's one of the problems." He drawled.

"I won't tell anyone." I assured him.

"I'm counting on that." Edward replied. I took a sip of my drink and looked at him curiously.

"Does this mean we're friends now?"

"Friends…" He mused, rolling the word around in his mouth in contemplation. I waited and contented myself in watching his pensive expression which turned into a grin. "Well, we can try, I suppose. But I'm warning you now that I'm not a good friend for you." Behind his casual expression, his eyes were intense and serious, the warning ringing through clearly.

I hummed noncommittally. If there was one thing I knew, it was his continued presence in my life would only bring me problems in the future, and yet still, here I was sitting across from him. "You say that often." I told him, taking another sip of my quickly disappearing drink.

"Yes, because you're not listening to me. I'm still waiting for you to believe it. If you're smart, you'll avoid me." I gave him an incredulous look.

"Need I remind you that you are the one who called me over? And initiated conversation yesterday as well?" I pointed out and his smile grew.

"But you could have ignored me on both occasions." He replied.

"I'm not a generally rude person." Was my reply. He nodded in acquiescence and I looked down at my hands, taking in my dyed nails. Edwards's eyes were drilling into me and I furrowed my brows, it was slightly unsettling. He was just so intense. It felt like he could see right through me. Again, I wondered what his true motives for seeking out my company were. He'd been nothing less than pleasant, but was that him trying to lower my guard in order to get me to reveal my secrets?

"What are you thinking?" He asked finally.

"I'm preparing myself against subterfuge." I answered only half-jokingly.

He let out a startled laugh, "From whom?" He asked in amusement, and I looked at him pointedly.

"You, of course." I informed him, finishing off the last of my drink.

A moment of silence to remember the delicious beverage please…

Edward tilted his head and looked at me thoughtfully, lips quirking in a wry smile. "You think I've called you here to interrogate you?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. I couldn't read his expression properly, it was like he knew something I didn't, and I didn't like it.

"What are your theories?" I asked trying for a disarming smile.

"There's only one theory that fits, really." He declared with a shrug.

"Won't you tell me?" I tried again, but all I got was a look of amusement.

"No."

I found myself frustrated at his silence, but also, mostly entertained. Edward was very intelligent, with decades of experience on his side, it was expected that he'd be a tough but to crack; the challenge he brought to the table was one I couldn't help but feel excited for.

Smiling, I nodded in acceptance, "Alright, keep your speculations to yourself then, " I allowed, "I do have another question though, and I'm hoping that this one at least, you'll answer."

The vampire looked interested, and he answered, "Depends what it is."

For a second, I almost backed out and come up with something else, but it had been bugging me, and I wouldn't feel better until I had my suspicions confirmed. My eyes flashed to where his siblings sat across the table, and then back at Edward in an instant. "They don't know, do they?" I asked finally.

Edward had seen my glace towards his family, and didn't need clarification as to who I referred to. He didn't tense exactly, but it was clear he wasn't as relaxed as before. "No." He answered after a moment, eyes darkening with an unreadable emotion.

"Why?" I asked honestly confused. Why hadn't he told his siblings of my knowledge of what they were? Of what he had observed about me? What did he gain by hiding the truth from his own family, a family which I knew was extremely close knit and shared everything with each other?

He hesitated, brows furrowing as if he wasn't quite sure of the reason himself. "Its...safer." He eventually replied.

I didn't need to ask what he meant. Safer for me obviously. If they knew I was already aware of their most guarded secret, they'd be no stopping them if they were intent on keeping me silent -the permanent way.

Still, as much as I appreciated him thinking of my well being, I couldn't understand why.

I sighed, rubbing at my temples in an attempt to fend off an impending headache. "You're a very complicated person." I told him wearily, and he let out a surprised huff of amusement.

"I could say the same about you." He retorted.

And then he paused for a moment, "Your boyfriend seems to think I'm being unpleasant to you –he's debating on whether or not to come break out our 'fight'." Edward said, sarcasm heavy on the last word.

"I honestly didn't know I even had a boyfriend. Though, even if I had one, I'm sure you're wrong in your assumption."

"I'm not." He smiled, making me raise an eyebrow. "Like I said, most people are easy to read."

"Me being the exception." I declare knowingly. He nodded, eyes twinkling.

"Yes, you being the exception." He looked deep into my eyes then. "I wonder why that is…"

Probably because my mind was too messed up for normal standards.

"Hey, can you do me a favor?" I asked suddenly, and he tilted his head to the side. It was a habit which I'm sure he wasn't aware of, a completely unnecessary human trait.

"Yes?" He asked and I grinned conspiratorially at him.

"Tell me your theory." I said and he laughed.

"But if I did, and I was correct, you would take the appropriate measures to discredit me, wouldn't you?" He asked, raising a brow pointedly.

"Ah, but chances are you wouldn't be." I declared confidently. Who would guess dimension hopping time traveller on the first try?

Edward laughed as if the mere concept of him being wrong was absurd. "Nonetheless, I won't be sharing my theory, today." He told me.

I pouted "Another time, perhaps?" I tried hopefully. I was interested to know just what he suspected, if it was at least somewhat close to the truth. Of course, I wouldn't tell him directly, not when he too was so close-lipped with his own secrets. Giving up my own with nothing in return would be unfair.

"Perhaps." He said simply.

My eyes shifted to the clock, and I was surprised at how much time had past during our discussion "You're going to be late for class." I warned him.

"You say that as if you're not going." He said and I nodded my head, confirming his assumption.

"I'm not. They're blood typing in class today and-." I winced, "I prefer to avoid blood."

Edward looked curiously amused, "You're afraid of blood?" I suppose I could see why he found it funny, with him being a Vampire.

I shook his head though, because he was wrong. Whenever I saw blood, my mind decided it would be fun to jump to the worst conclusion possible and show me gruesome scenes of massacres and death. For the life of me, I had no idea where it conjured said images from, and neither did any doctors I went to.

"I'm not afraid of blood, I won't faint or anything, I just prefer that it stays inside the body." Then I grinned, "Besides, skipping class is healthy every once in a while, and I'm in the mood for ice-cream." I said, reaching into my pocket and slipping my gloves back on.

Edward seemed interested. "Well, I wasn't planning on going either." He replied, lips quirking upwards, "We'll skip together then."

And before I could protest, he had already grabbed my hand and was leading me out the cafeteria. "Won't two people be more likely to get caught than just one?" I asked warily.

Edward laughed like the notion was ridiculous. "We won't be caught -we'll be going off campus besides."

This was even more a surprise to me, "We are?" I asked incredulously.

Edward shot me a mischievous glance as we reached the parking lot. "You said you were in the mood for ice-cream, didn't you?"

My mind was reeling, "Well yes but-"

He paused in front if his car, suddenly looking concerned. "Is something wrong?"

I blinked, and then grinned, "No! I'm just surprised is all. This is unexpected."

He seemed relieved. "I'm feeling impulsive today." He answered with a shrug.

I nodded with a smile, "I can see that, yes." This whole situation was entirely unbelievable to me, but I shoved away any feelings of reluctance. Edward wasn't the only one feeling impulsive.

"We're taking your car, then?" I asked, though I got in nonetheless when he opened the door for me.

"Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, when he was firmly situated in the driver's seat.

I shook my head. "Not a problem, it's a nice ride –not as nice as my own, but close." I teased and he scoffed, quickly and efficiently backing out of the parking space (coughspacescough) and onto the highway.

"I doubt your Range Rover can go from zero to sixty in three point five seconds." Edward stated smugly and I rolled my eyes. But he was right about its speed. We were already going a hundred and it had been only seconds since we got on the freeway.

"Sure," I drawled, shaking my head. "Can I hear what's currently in your stereo?" I asked, and he nodded easily, pressing play.

Immediately, Clair de Lune trickled through the speakers

"Oh, Clair de Lune." I uttered in surprise. I suppose I really shouldn't have been, I didn't remember much about the Twilight series as a whole, but I could remember that Edward was a big fan of classical music.

"You know Debussy?" He asked me, glancing over in interest.

"A bit." I answered," I don't listen to him much, but this is my preferred piece by him, along with Prelude A L'Apres-Midi D'Un Faun." I explained,

"I didn't particularly like Prelude A L'Apres-Midi. It was too…bland." He said, wrinkling his nose at the thought. I let out a small laugh at his expression. "I enjoyed Maid with Flaxen Hair better." Edward said. I gave him a look.

"They basically sounded the same." I told him wryly.

Edward seemed horrified. "Compared to Prelude A L'Apres-midi, it was infinitely better. Still, Clair de Lune is my favorite."

I hummed, "Call me cliché but I prefer Beethoven. Any person who can get an Archduke to exempt them from the usual rules of court etiquette is alright in my book." I told him. Edward laughed.

"Really?" He seemed surprised, "You seem more like a Tchaikovsky admirer." I cringed.

"While I do love his Swan Lake composition, his style is too erratic for my tastes." I said. "My father loves him though, so I know most of his classics, and one time when I was fourteen, he made me play him the Second Movement of the Violin Concerto." I told Edward with a fond smile at the memory. Pulling it off had been a trial and a half, with weeks and weeks of preparation, but in the end it had been worth it to see my father's proud smile.

"You play the violin?" He asked, sounding surprised and I nodded.

"Since I was seven." I answered. It had been a suggestion from my therapist. 'Pick up an instrument', she'd said, 'It will calm you down', she'd said.

And while it had, to the point that I'd even enjoyed and excelled at it, I hadn't touched a violin in almost a year, and I didn't think I'd ever be ready to play again for a long time.

"Will you play for me one day?" He asked, sounding hopeful. I chuckled.

"One day." I said simply, but I didn't entirely mean it.

Edward smiled, and I felt slightly guilty. "I'll look forward to it." He said. I gave him a look but didn't say anything. I noticed how empty the highway was, with only three of four other cars scattered between the lanes. Perhaps it was because of the rain, and how slick the roads were with water, but it didn't make sense to me.

"And yours?" I heard Edward ask, breaking me out of my musings. I turned away from the windows to look at him questioningly.

"Hmm?" I asked for clarification. He smiled a bit.

"What is your favorite song?" He asked, sounding curious. I let out a startled laugh.

"I couldn't possibly answer that. It changes everyday." I said honestly, "And even I did tell you, you probably wouldn't know it." I shrugged

"Tell me anyway." He insisted. I gave him a long look, seeing how genuinely interested he seemed before I sighed.

"Pink Matter, by Frank Ocean." I relented. Edward sighed.

"I don't know it." He admitted, and I rolled my eyes good naturedly.

"I told you." I informed him, and then after a moment, I decided to take pity on him. I fished in my pocket for my phone. "Here." I declared, holding up the sleek black object. He looked at it curiously before regarding me with a raised eyebrow.

I silently prayed I wouldn't regret this before saying, "You can keep it for a while. Maybe it might satisfy a little bit of your curiosity." I taunted with a smirk, before giving it to him. He looked at it for a long moment, flipping it backwards and forwards, eyes particularly lingering on the curved glass side, before sliding it into his pocket.

"Thank you." He said, "I'll make sure to return it soon." He told me and I nodded in acceptance.

Even though I was panicking and screaming at the prospect of being separated from my phone for so long.

"Is there anything you don't want me to look at?" He asked and I shook my head. I didn't particularly mind him browsing through my phone. I had nothing to hide.

"You can do whatever you want. I won't mind." I said, noting that we had finally arrived in the notorious boardwalk town. Port Angeles was quaint, and not very busy, since it was off-season. I was grateful for that, I didn't like busy places.

"You're very calm. Aren't you worried I might discover something private?" He asked, slowing down now that we were surrounded by other cars. I gave him a bland look.

"Private? No. Embarrassing, maybe, but nothing very personal. I don't keep particularly incriminating things on electronics. Accidents happen."

And then I remembered something.

"Although, there's a password on it, so I suppose you'll just have to figure that out before you can actually get the chance to use it." I told him with a smirk.

"Is that why you're so willing to hand it over? Because there's a chance I won't be able to unlock it, let alone browse through it?" He asked, sounding amused while parallel parking next to the Port Angeles Ice Cream Parlor. I let out a noncommittal hum.

"No, I'm handing it over because I know you'll be able to figure it out." I answered, before opening the car door and stepping out, enjoying the cool breeze and smell of the ocean.

"You're awfully confident in my abilities." Edward said, though he sounded smug. He held the door open for me as we entered the colorful establishment and I gave him a grateful smile.

"I just figure that if you can at least keep up with me intellectually, something as simple as deciphering all the possible pattern combinations should be child's play." I drawled, walking up to the counter and ignoring the stares of the other patrons. Edward rolled his eyes.

"Most other people would find it quite challenging." He retorted and I leaned against the counter and crossed my arms.

"Then thank goodness you're not like 'most people'." I answered, then I turned to the blond female worker who was gawking quite openly at Edward, her glasses barely hanging onto her nose. I gently coughed to get her attention.

She startled. "Oh!" She exclaimed, face turning crimson with embarrassment. She pushed up her glasses. "Er, hi. What can get you guys?" She asked, looking at him shyly. I noticed her name tag said "Katie."

"One scoop of plain vanilla in a cup, please." He ordered easily, and I was surprised. Why would he go through the effort of ordering when I already knew his secret?

Katie nodded quickly, barely able to meet his eyes before typing in his order into the machine, blushing all the while. I resisted the urge to grin because ugh, the girl was adorable –with her fluffy blond hair and short height and chubby cheeks! She was the type of girl made for hugs, as odd as it sounded.

I quickly composed myself, telling myself not to be free oy. "Two scoops of mint chocolate. Cup, please." And before Edward could do it, because I just knew he would, I whipped out my wallet from my pocket.

Because I'm an independent female, okay, and I could pay for stuff too, thanks.

"Here." He declared, sliding a crisp twenty dollar bill onto the counter, much to my incredulity. Did he not see I had my wallet out?

I glared. "You don't have to." I informed him, showing my displeasure quite clearly. He smiled, almost sending causing all the females in the store to swoon.

"I want to." He said and I sighed before sliding my wallet back into my pocket because Goddammit, I just couldn't resist that smile.

"Fine." I grumbled.

Katie made quick work of our orders and soon we were sitting in a secluded booth by a window, with me eating my ice-cream with a blissful smile on my face.

It was wonderful!

"You never did tell me what exactly your phone was." Edward pointed out, leaning forward with his elbow on the table, chin in his palm and idly twisting and twirling his ice-cream with his spoon .

I paused and looked at him thoughtfully.

"It's just that Edward, a phone. A mobile. A cellphone. Whatever you want to call it." I stressed, hoping he would drop the subject.

He didn't.

Of course.

"I've never seen any like it." He stated, raising an eyebrow. I pursed my lips and frowned.

"You should eat your ice-cream before it melts. We have to head back to Forks soon." I informed him, trying to change the subject. He pointedly lifted up a bit and ate it, and I found my eyes tracking the movement of the spoon to his extremely soft-looking lips…

I quickly looked down to my own icy treat and pretended I hadn't just been imagining what it would be like to kiss him.

He smirked. "Your attempt at changing the subject is futile." He informed me, eating some more ice-cream. He was a good actor, I thought human food tasted unpleasant to Vampires? He didn't even cringe.

"I don't even see why you are so devoted to it." I retorted. Seriously, the guy didn't know when to give up.

"I'm curious." Edward answered with a casual shrug.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

"But satisfaction brought it back."

I rolled me eyes. "It's a Samsung Galaxy S6 Edge." I answered finally. "Are you satisfied?" I asked sarcastically.

Edward raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No." He answered, grinning cheekily when I scowled at him. "When does it come out?" He asked me.

"Who's to say it hasn't already?"

"I think the whole world would know if it had." He answered dryly.

"Maybe you're just behind in the trends." I teased eating more of my ice-cream.

"Har had." He retorted with an eye roll.

"You could find out so much more if you just told me your theory." I prompted, but all he did was shake his head.

"Not yet, I need to confirm a few things first."

"So then I'm afraid I can't tell you anything freely." I replied with a shrug.

"What, so you know the directors of Samsung personally?" He tried again, voice dripping with sarcasm. Much to his surprise I nodded.

"Yeah actually." I frowned. "Well, my aunt does." I corrected honestly.

"So it's sort of a, prototype? They're experimenting with unknown technology and you're trying it out for them?" He asked, jumping to the obvious conclusion. I shook my head.

"No."

Edward seemed frustrated and I had to hide my amused smile by shoving some more ice-cream into my mouth. He frowned and regarded me carefully with his amber eyes, trying to look for more clues.

"A gift then? They give you new merchandise first?" He tried again and I shook my head.

"Again, that would mean that the phone hasn't been released yet." I replied. Technically, it had, just not in this world.

"You're implying that it has." He said and once again I shook my head.

"I'm not implying anything." I retorted and he sighed and leaned back, watching me with furrowed brows.

"I'm mostly wondering how its possible." He muttered more to himself than to me, and I could only sigh because I'd been wondering the exact same thing for months.

"I'm sure some of your questions will he answered soon enough, at least." I told him, pushing away my now empty cup.

He seemed hopeful. "Will you tell me then?" He asked, but I shook my head.

"No, but you can use the phone." I paused, before adding, "That is, if you manage to unlock it."

"I'll manage." He declared, and then stood, seeing that I was finished. I followed suite, sending a small wave of farewell to Katie and a grateful smile before we exited the establishment, causing the blond haired girl to blush but wave hesitantly back nonetheless.

"I'm sure." I answered finally as he held the passenger door open for me and I rolled my eyes at him before getting in.

We made it back to school just five minutes before the final bell rang, so the parking lot was still empty of other students. Thanks to Edward's ridiculous driving, we had managed to arrive back in Forks in thirty minutes, despite the fact that the drive from Port Angeles normally took an hour….and a half.

Amazing, truly.

Although I was grateful for it, I suppose, because I could just imagine all the attention we would have received had we arrived together at the end of the school day.

"Thanks for accompanying me, Edward. It was pleasant." I told Edward as I dug through my pocket for my car keys. Finding them, I let out a small sound of triumph and unlocked the dark blue Range Rover which had been sitting patiently for me.

He walked unhurriedly next to me, hands in his pockets and looking for all the world, a normal human male.

He smiled and leaned against the backseat door of my car as I opened the driver's side "It was no problem. Like I said, I was planning on ditching anyway, you just made it more worthwhile." Edward answered with a shrug. I smirked haughtily.

"Well, I'm glad my presence was enjoyable to you." I told him, and he chuckled.

"Have fun at the beach this weekend." He stated and I raised my brow.

Had he been eavesdropping into my conversations again? I doubted it, because if he had, he would have known I had no plans of going.

"I'm not going." I told him with a shrug. He tilted his head in confusion.

"You weren't invited?" He asked, though he sounded skeptical and I shook my head.

"I was, it's just that I don't do well in large boisterous crowds. I wouldn't want to rain on their parade and ruin everyone's day." I answered honestly with a shrug and he nodded in understanding.

"Ah." He answered and I regarded him curiously.

"What are your plans for the weekend?" I asked, because Gods knew that I remembered nothing at all from the books.

"Emmett and I are starting the weekend early, so we won't be here tomorrow." He said, "We're going..." here he hesitated, looking at me contemplatively for a moment, before continuing, "hunting in the Goat Rocks Wilderness –just south of Reiner."

"I have absolutely no idea where that is. Somewhere in the mountains?" I guessed and he laughed.

"Yes. Somewhere in the mountains." He agreed, eyes twinkling with amusement. I snorted and climbed inside the vehicle.

"Have fun then." I told him as he took a few steps away from the car. "And steer clear of the bears, I hear Washington State has them in abundance. Wouldn't want you returning with one less limb or something." I teased and he rolled his eyes.

"I'll try." Edward answered dryly. We both knew very well that any bear wouldn't stand a chance.

I grinned, and with that, started the car, giving him a little wave, and driving away.