Wheeee!! I loved working on this chapter!! I truly hope you guys are enjoying it even half as much as I am!!!!!!!!! Thank you, Stephenie Meyer for your wonderful creation!!! And thank you for the reviews, keep them coming!!!

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P.S. In case you don't know, Capone was a mobster who would 'whack' his enemies. I called the chapter Capone Strikes Again because there was a lot of physical and mental 'whacking' going on here. Also, because I couldn't think of a better title.XD

Bella

I fell hard that time. It was one of those times where, even as a vampire, I felt the physical pain. I'd tripped on my way to the office to get my updated schedule when, once again, I tripped over my two left feet. The ground outside was slippery already by the time I realized it was raining and I'd gone inside without my jacket. How stupid was that? I'm in Forks, after all!

There was spilt water where I'd tripped, so it wasn't entirely my fault, though it did look as if I'd just had an accident. I was walking out, heading for home, when I saw a figure by my car. I couldn't see the guy's face, but he seemed well toned, his muscles outlined by his shirt, which was white, might I add. If it were Edward, I surely would have been on the ground by then.

He seemed to be admiring the vehicle, but then I realized he was looking in through the window of the front seat. I was about to call out to him, when he lifted his gaze enough for me to see. He had golden eyes. I had thought his hair was dirt brown, but it was an auburn color, once I really checked. It was Edward. I stopped in my tracks, but too quickly. I fell again, this time the mud covering me almost entirely. So much for saving the outfit Alice wanted to see me in. I yelped as I went down, trying to make it as small as I could, but only making it worse. He looked up.

There was no way to prolong this encounter now.

Edward

I couldn't believe my sight. Just as every other insignificant student began to shove around us both to come inside, there she was. My beautiful Bella was here. Her warm brown hair was also soaked, but in contrast to mine, hers was slightly covered with mud. She was wearing a red turtleneck and blue jeans. Everything she wore was an entire mess now, covered in mud in at least five different places; but she looked lovely. I couldn't believe that I got everything at once. Her million dollar expression, her beautiful figure and luscious lips. Even her luck for the worst was there for me again. All but her blush would be mine once more.

I let out a breath that felt like it had been held in ever since the day I last laid eyes on her. I made the quickest run possible towards her, hoping I was running slow enough to fool the other humans, but right in that moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was that face. That marvelous face that made my face light up in no more than a second. I felt like a child who just found his mother. I could have danced around in circles, just because she was there and it wasn't a figment of my imagination. I could hear my laughter break through the silence within my soul as I got closer and closer to her. I hadn't laughed in so long, and it felt phenomenal to laugh for her once again.

She seemed unsure of whether or not I was really here. It seemed so much like her. She kept fidgeting with her hands, not knowing what to do in response. I felt like a crazed animal compared to her. But, oh! The freedom of it! I couldn't have been happier in my entire existence!

I was all but kissing her when I stopped. We were face to face, with nothing but air and rain between us. It took so much of me not to hold her in my arms right that instant. It took so much more not to take her away and never come back.

I took a deep breath as I waited for her to speak, but when she said nothing, I could not silence myself any longer.

"Bella…" I spoke the word ever so carefully; savoring it for it's worth. It was the first time I was able to say it without the self-pity taking over my entire body. Well, without so much of it.

"Bella, I-"I began, but she cut me off so short from what I was going to say.

"I'm sorry!" she cried, shutting her eyes tight, taking two or three steps back from me. "I'm so sorry…" she repeated. "Please, I'll go, you don't have to leave." She finished. I tried to speak again, to correct her from whatever she thought of me, but she had run off by the time I had reached out toward her. That was when it hit me. I was so dumbfounded by her departure and the sudden epiphany; I couldn't even bring my body to lunge after her.

'She still thinks you don't love her…' I thought. The rain continued all day long. I felt like it would never end.