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"Crap…" I accidentally had let the word slip from my lips.

Edward seemed to have ignored my comment and reached to open the door and push it. He leaned back in his seat and smiled again.

There were a few long moments.

Then he spoke again, "Are you going to get in?"

"What if I said no?" I asked, arms still folded, body immobile. I felt like running away quickly, but… that was a stupid idea. A very stupid idea. Running away showed weakness. So did crying.

I slid into the leather seat, disliking the coolness in the car. I shifted and did up the belt. My lips were white from being clamped together.

Relax! God, what was wrong with me?

"Are you cold?" Edward asked quietly, turning on the car's heater without my approval.

"No." I lied; being cold also somehow had a link to being weak. Out of all things, I hated being weak. I hated discomfort and I hated crying. I hated mud and vegetables, geometry and insects. Edward had nothing to do with any of those things. So why did I hate him so much?

He looked at me, eyes smoldering.

Asshole was trying to win me over by looking at me. As if his perfect lips and perfect eyes and perfect body posture and perfect… Weak.

You're so weak! I wanted to scream it at myself, but instead I settled with looking away from Mr. Perfect.

Edward chuckled lowly and started up the car again, pulling out of the lot fairly fast.

"What's funny?" I disliked missing out on jokes.

"Bella said you wanted to go to the library." Edward declared.

"Yes, your shoes are quite hilarious."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think it's funny that I want to go to a library?"

"No."

"Then why did you laugh?"

"She's caught up-"

"Why do you do that?" I asked quickly, cutting him off. I shot him a penetrating look and he glanced at me. He had almost looked… shocked.

"I think you're mistaken." Edward smiled.

"And I don't care what you think. Stop the car."

"Why?" Edward didn't stop, but he slowed down a little. He was a really fast driver, but I didn't care. All I cared about at the moment was winning.

"Because I want to get out. Is that so hard to understand? Stop the car." I complained.

"It's raining."

"It's always raining!" I cried, gripping onto the seat, my knuckles turning white, to stop them from shaking. "Let me out."

"I won't leave you in the middle of nowhere."

"Please, let me go." My breath hitched and I closed my eyes. Bad idea. Memories of that boy at the skate park flashed before my eyes, his hands, his lips… I heard a noise, a strange, strangled noise in the distance.

"River?"

"Please… let me go…" I whispered, opening my eyes to see Edward, and only Edward, staring at me worriedly.

We were stopped.

Parked, actually.

Outside a large library and Edward had the door open, an umbrella up and his face inches from mine.

I blinked and swallowed, taking in my surroundings and then feeling embarrassed. I felt weak. I felt vulnerable.

"Are you alright?" Edward asked, reaching out to touch me and then making a face. He took his hand back.

"I'm fine," I said and got out. Edward shut the door and went to hold the umbrella for me but I raced out into the rain and up to the door of the library. I went inside and shook my head, dark hair wet with glistening droplets and spattering on the glass door.

The librarian frowned at me for a moment before going back to her computer typing.

I sighed loudly and walked in, looking around. It was a large library. I couldn't wait to know it off by heart.

"Excuse me," I went up to the librarian. "Can you tell me where I can find the horror genre?"

"Down those stairs," The librarian, who's name tag said Mary, smiled. "You're new in town?"

"Uh… yeah," I said, rubbing my nose quickly with the back of my hand and taking off my wet jumper.

Mary smiled, "Well then. Welcome," She put her arms out to gesture to the whole library. I smiled, shook my head and went to the stairs.

I went down and dragged a finger along the spines off the books. I paused at a book and went to pull it out when something hit my back heavily.

I made a small noise and turned around slowly, my shoes producing small puddles in the dusty carpet of the library.

I gasped.

"Hi." The boy smiled crookedly. The one with the hair… and the… eyes and… Tyler. His name was Tyler.

"Hey…" I said softly, holding onto my upper arm dorkily and my feet slightly turning inwards.

"Sorry… Guess I wasn't watching where I walked," Tyler smiled and then half turned. But he turned back; my heart stopped. "You're the new girl, right?" He pointed with a grin, cocking his head to the side.

I almost let a stupid smartass remark come out, but in the millisecond I had to think about it, I decided that it was probably better if I didn't. I bit my lip. "Yeah,"

He grinned. "Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Being the new girl?" I frowned, turning and grabbing out the book I had meant to, feeding it into my arms. "No, not really."

"Oh…" He frowned; Damn you, River! You crushed his cocky comment. "You read Stephen King?" He pointed at the book in my arms.

I looked at it, then at him and raised my eyebrows, "You read at all?"

He frowned even more, looking to the side and half laughing. Trying to figure out if that was an insult or not. I was horrified.

"I mean! I didn't… not like that! Oooh man." I slapped my hand to my forehead. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that…" I bit my lip again. "You just seemed… like… well…"

"You shouldn't assume things, new girl." He turned, walking off. "Gives off a bad first impression."

I waited until he had rounded the corner to slam my head into the metal bookcase. I regretted it a second later when pain slammed into my skull.

I rubbed the skin thankful I didn't bruise easy. "Smart girl. You're such an idiot!" I growled at myself. Suddenly, I lost my appetite for horror books.

Instead I went and dug out an old love story like The Notebook and handed it to Mary. Tyler was gorgeous and obviously intrigued by her. Then she went and opened her mouth.

She was an idiot.

Maybe not weak…

But a huge idiot.