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Chapter Five: Guilo Vampir

Bella's POV

I think my little sock escapade last night really messed with my brain. After I went back to sleep I had a dream about Elvis eating gravy covered cheesecake. The King of Rock and Roll clearly was not dead. My parents then admitted me into an institution so they could monitor my mental health. Elvis came with me. At least I got an autograph out of the whole ordeal.

See! Now I think Elvis is alive! And I think I hear singing. There's no heart. Oh, there's no heart. And I've spent this whole time feeling something you can't feel at all. You're a machine. It's coming from my shoe. Oh, I left my cell phone in there. "Hello?"

"Bella! I'm getting worried. We still haven't been able to find Edward! We were thinking of trying to get Charlie to help us look. Do you think he would help us?"

"Well, he is the chief of police. Isn't that his job?"

"Oh yeah. Great! Could you tell him? Of course you'll tell him! By the way, what was with the way you were looking at Edward…? OMC! I found a penny!"

I had to laugh at that. "Oohh… shiny."

"Shut up."

"Bye Alice."

I hung up the phone. I really wanted them to find Edward, but I just didn't want Charlie to know about him. I decided to mull over asking him for help while I was in the shower. The warm water turned to ice much too fast for my liking. Figuring I could stall a little longer, I went back into my room to put on those mismatched socks I found last night. As I was pulling the candycorn onto my foot, I noticed an envelope on my bed.

Curious, I picked it up. It definitely had not been there earlier. Hmm…it didn't look like a mail bomb. Well duh, genius. If it was a mail bomb it would have been delivered to the mailbox instead of suspiciously appearing on your bed. On the front in glorious script lay the single word Isabella. I ripped it open to find a piece of paper. In the same beauteous font it simply said Don't worry about me. My breath hitched as I tried to calm my racing mind. Was…was this from Edward? HE HAD BEEN IN MY ROOM?! Bella quit hyperventilating.

If he was able to sneak in here and deposit a letter, surely that meant he was fine. Right? RIGHT?! At least this meant I didn't have to tell Charlie. I stuffed the letter into my pocket and headed off for school. I kept my hand clenched around it the whole time.

The parking lot was surprisingly devoid of students, and I wondered if I was late. I learned I wasn't when I found the entrance of the cafeteria packed. It looked like the whole of Forks High was trying to hide from the rain in the same two foot radius. Or look at something. Yep, they were trying to see something. The freshmen looked so funny trying to crane their necks to see over the upperclassmen. I figured I would find out about it at some point so I just went to English.

I didn't find out what was going on until Spanish. You can always count on Jessica Stanley to bestow you with information. Whether you want it or not. "Bella! Did you hear about the Spring Dance? It's girls' choice. I can't wait to ask Mike."

I groaned. Dance? Ugh. "So, who are you asking?"

"I'm not going."

"You have to!"

"I'm busy."

"That sucks. There's always Prom, right?"

"Right." I don't think she caught the sarcasm in my voice.

I had a similar conversation at lunch, this time with Alice. "Isabella, I know you aren't really busy. Why do you think you can get out of this?"

"Because, I can see the headline now, Girl Kills Twenty by Spinning. Seriously Alice, me dancing? Disaster waiting to happen."

"Oh fine. Whatever. You still have to come to Port Angeles with Rose and me to help us pick out dresses. I need to find something that will make Jasper die."

"Okay, Jasper dead, I can do that."

"Good. Now, did you talk to Charlie?"

"No. I-"

"What do you mean no! Don't you want to find him?"

"If you'll let me finish. I got this, presumably from him, this morning."

I handed her the letter. She scrutinized every inch of it. "He gave this to you?"

"No. It just appeared on my bed this morning."

"That's so cute. A little creepy, but really sweet. So, he says he's fine. Quit worrying about him."

"Actually, he only says not to worry. He never said he was fine."

"He somehow managed to sneak into your room with you and a police officer in the house. I think he's fine."

She had a point there, besides that's what I had thought too. Didn't mean I wasn't going to worry though. "I wonder how he got in," my best friend mused.

"Maybe he flew in," I mumbled so she couldn't hear me.

"Flew in?" she questioned.

Or maybe not. I felt my stupid tell-tale blush creep up my cheeks. "You're blushing again. How are you keeping so many secrets from me lately?"

"I'm not telling," I said like a defiant five-year-old.

"Isabella Marie Swan. You wouldn't want people finding out about the frog incident would you?"

I hate those slimy little demon creatures. "I… before I found him… I had a dream about him." She was beaming so big I thought she was going to internally combust. "He saved me from the car that almost hit me. He was different though. He was-"

"He was what! He was what!" Alice was bouncing like a jackhammer.

"Calm down. It's really stupid anyways. He was an angel. Wings and all. But he's not really an angel Alice."

"Aww… that's so cute. Bewwa woves Edward."

"Shut up or Jasper lives."

"Fine."

We made plans to go to Port Angeles the next day after school. I couldn't wait. Insert mental eye roll here. I went to Biology and sat down at my empty lab table. A boy came and sat down on the edge of my table. This brought back really weird memories from freshman World History. (Yeah, people kept making jokes about guys sitting on my desk in World History. They had rather sexual connotations and were really awkward considering the guy in question was one of my friends.) This was even more disgusting since this guy was Mike Newton.

He proceeded to ask me out to the GIRLS' CHOICE dance. Maybe Mike was really a girl. That would explain a lot. I should start calling him Michelle. If I kept up the silence any longer he would've thought I was thinking about it. "No. And it's girls' choice. If you stand next to Jessica long enough she'll probably ask you."

After school in the parking lot, I was asked out by two more boys, Eric Yorkie and Tyler Crowley. Are all the boys in this school secretly girls? That put me into a fit of rage that didn't subside until I reached the little grocery store. I hurriedly paid for some eggs, flour, and chicken broth. When I got home I started making noodles. I got them simmering in the broth, then started on my math homework.

I was thoroughly agitated again by the time Charlie got home. Who cares what x is? Or y for that matter? We ate dinner in silence. I washed off the dishes quickly and went to my room. I listened to music until I fell asleep.

A/N: Okay, prepare yourself for my excuse. I was back in school from Spring Break last week and every teacher decided to dump at least two projects on us. Then, half way through writing this chapter I discovered the internet had quit working on my laptop. I was very sad because I couldn't read fanfiction. (Which I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to.) My dad took the laptop so he could try to fix it, which didn't work. So, I just got it back to finish typing this chapter today. But, first I had to be tortured by my family. (Happy Easter, by the way.) Then I had to put it on a flash drive and use my mom's laptop to post this. So, please don't hate me. I love you all. But, Edward will only love you if you review.