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The Ever-Confusing Edward

As soon as we got home, Aunt Hope walked into the kitchen and put a frozen meat lover's pizza in the oven. She joined me in the living room as I put the movie Sweet Charity in the DVD player. What can I say? I love musicals and I would have killed to be one of Bob Fosse's dancers! Aunt Hope and I share the same obsession for musicals, so we sang along to the songs throughout the movie until the pizza was done cooking and it was time to eat. When it got to my favorite dance, The Rich Man's Frug, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get up and dance!

So I put down my pizza and started dancing to the first part of the dance, "The Aloof", it happens to be my favorite part of the dance. I was in my zone, and I was loving it. Aunt Hope was watching me, enjoying my performance. The problem was that I was feeling another pair of eyes on me, and they weren't in the house. I could feel the eyes burning on me. I quickly turned to my left where the window was and I didn't see anything. Odd. Oh well, I guess I'm just being paranoid. So I shrugged it off and kept dancing.

After the movie, Aunt Hope and I parted ways and went to bed. And just like the night before, I was having that annoying and somewhat creepy feeling that I was being watched. I opened my eyes and sat up, only to see that nobody was there. Maybe, instead of having nightmares, I've moved on up to paranoia and insomnia. I just laid back down and went back to yet another peaceful sleep. But this time, for some strange reason, instead of having the usual nightmare or a dreamless sleep....I had my first dream of Edward Cullen.

The Next Morning

I woke up feeling refreshed and very confused. I can't even begin to understand why I dreamt of Edward of all people. He's so infuriating, he's a total prick, he has more mood swings than a pregnant woman; and yet he's polite, mysterious, incredibly gorgeous, and I can't get him out of my mind. What the hell is that about?! I've never been this confused in my whole life. Edward makes me so confused. I don't know whether to kick him square in the nuts to make him respect my authority, or to kiss him right on the lips and make him never let me go.

All this thinking is giving me a migraine! I can't think about this anymore, I'll go crazy if I do...I'll think about it tomorrow. After that thought, I went about my morning routine, and ate some breakfast before I drove off to school. The subject of my thoughts known as Edward kept on rearing its copper-colored head in my mind! I needed a distraction. I needed my fix, my daily dosage of Repo! So I put in the CD and started singing to the extra loud music. I was singing to Night Surgeon as I was pulling into my parking space, and I saw the Cullens staring at me. I saw Emmett rocking his head to the music. Well what do you know? I'm even influencing a Cullen to like Repo.

CAUSE THE CLAIMS MEDIC GIVES NO ANESTHETIC!

90-DAYS DELINQUENT GETS YOU REPO TREATMENT!

I'M THE MASKED HORROR ON YOUR STREET CORNER

MAKE YOUR MOMMA MOURN YOU

I'M THE NIGHT SURGEON!

I REMEMBER

Now I felt better after listening to my music. I don't think I can ever get tired of listening to that soundtrack. I locked up my car and started walking to my first class, feeling Edward's eyes on me the whole time.

I still don't understand him. He was such a jerk to me at the beginning, then he tried to be all buddy-buddy with me, saves my life, gives me attitude and just stares at me.

Sometimes I wonder if he actually regrets saving me. That's a scary and hurtful thought, hurtful to me thinking that he would hate me that much. Oh well, if he wants to hate me, that's his misfortune.

I wasn't getting stared at so much today, thank the moon. Before I knew it, it was lunch time. It's amazing how fast time goes by with my morning classes, maybe it's because nothing interesting happens and I would just be focusing on my assignments. Anywho, I just now noticed everyone talking about Junior Prom. Dang, I didn't know I started school that late for prom to already be coming. I sat at my usual table and the gang was in on the Prom talk.

"What color dress are you getting?" Jessica asked Angela.

"I was thinking maybe purple, but I'm not sure. How about you?" Angie asked Jess.

"I don't know, maybe pink or blue. I don't know, I'll figure something out. Vivian, what color dress are you going to get?" Jess asked me.

"I don't know. I actually had no idea about Prom until just now." I replied.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you started late. It feels like you've been here longer than that." Angie said.

"I know, can you believe it's only been like two weeks?" I replied.

"Wow, time sure flies when you're having fun huh?" Jess giggled, she's so silly.

"But you are going to Prom right?" Jess asked me.

"I don't know. Maybe, after all it would be my first time going to a social school function."

"Awesome! So what color dress do you want to get? If you do go I mean."

"I'm thinking either blue, black, or green."

"Ooh, I can't wait to go shopping! Do you want to go shopping next week?"

"Yeah sure. Why next week though?"

"Because there's supposed to be a whole new shipment of prom dresses at Windsor in Port Angeles next week."

"You keep up with shipment dates?"

"It never hurts to plan ahead."

"Good point."

So it was settled, Jess, Angie, and I were going to go dress shopping. I'm actually excited about it. I'm not a shopoholic but I don't hate shopping either, sometimes retail therapy is helpful. After lunch, it was time to go to my favorite class with my awesome lab partner. Can you just feel the sarcasm?

Throughout the whole class, he didn't say one word to me. We just sat there silently throughout the whole lesson. So I thought I'd break the silence.

"Are you ready to talk yet Silent Bob?"

Silence.

"You know, the whole 'brooding silent guy' thing is really not attractive. It makes you look emo, and some people tend to be weirded out by that."

More silence.

"Oh my god shut up! All you've been doing is nag nag nag. Silence is golden you know."

He turns his face towards me and just gives me a bemused look.

"Geez, don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm just trying to make conversation. It's not like I'm asking you how you saved me."

Still nothing.

"So....how did you save me?"

The only thing I hear is Mr. Banner talking.

"Look, I told you I would be annoying so I don't understand why you're being so pissy."

He's just not breaking.

"Fine, whatever. You win this round."

After I said that, the bell rang. I quickly grabbed my stuff and left the classroom.

I was walking down the stairs when Mike walked up to me.

"Hey Viv."

I winced when he called me that. Aiden was the only one to call me "Viv".

"Mike, can you please not call me 'Viv'? It just brings back memories, and it hurts."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"No it's alright. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh right!" he exclaimed as his face started to blush.

"I wanted to ask you....if....well, if you would like to be my date for the Prom?" he stuttered.

He had guts, I'll give him that, because he's obviously nervous. But I didn't want to lead him on, and I know that Jess is dying to go out with him. So I had to break it to him easily.

"Mike, you're a great guy, but I only want to be friends. I'm sorry, I really am, but like I told you before, I'm not sure if I'm ready to date again. And I don't want to lead you on and make you think that if I go to the Prom with you, that there will be something between us. I think I'm just going to go stag and hang out with everyone at Prom. Besides, and I don't want to sound like a bitch but you are just so blind."

"What do you mean I'm blind?"

"If you would stop paying so much attention to me, you would realize that you already have a great girl who wants nothing more than for you to notice her and ask her out already."

"Who's that?"

Oh Mylanta, I'm trying to be gentle, but he is just so clueless!

"Who do you think?"

"Angela?"

"No dumbass, Jessica!" I exclaimed to him, but not loud enough to cause a scene.

Realization dawned on his face.

"Now you get it. You should ask her to the Prom. But please, for crying out loud, don't let her know that I had to practically beat you into it. Treat her right, she deserves that."

"Yeah, I will. Thanks Vivian."

"You're welcome. Now that'll be $200."

We both laughed and parted ways.

I was walking to my car when I heard a familiar deep, velvet-smooth voice.

"Why would you want to go to Prom without a date?"

I quickly turned to face Edward, who had a curious look on his face after he asked me the

question.

"Jesus! Do you have to pop out of nowhere like that?"

"I'm sorry."

He sure didn't look sorry.

"So why don't you want to have a date to Prom?"

"Dude, I didn't even see you near us so how could you have heard that conversation? Besides, what's it to you anyway?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"So the hell what? You never answer any of my questions! Fuck, you never even say 'Hi' to me."

"Hi."

Wise-ass.

"Uh, hi. So do you want to tell me how you saved me that day?"

"You are just not going to give up are you?"

"What do you think?"

"Look...I...I just had an adrenaline rush ok? It's very common, you can Google it."

"Bullshit."

"What?"

"You heard me. Bullshit. You found me in the nick of time and fought off four guys without breaking a sweat, I think that goes a little beyond an 'adrenaline rush'."

Then he said something I didn't expect.

"Vivian, I don't think we should be friends. I just think it's better if you stay away from me."

Unbe-fuckin-lievable! I just stood there. I looked at him, then looked away, trying to contemplate what the hell was going on. Then I looked back at him, I shrugged and set my backpack on the ground.

"Ok, that's it." I said as I was taking off my small gold hoop earrings.

"What are you doing?" Edward asked.

"I told you not to pull any crap with me. That if you did, you wouldn't have another chance and that I would kick your sorry ass till Sunday. And what do you do? You go and pull this bullshit on me. Now I'm going to have to kick your ass." I replied as I was taking off my jacket, ready to beat his ass up.

"Vivian, you're not going to hurt me."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Because you're not that kind of person."

I just stood there, I shrugged and turned away. Then I turned back around and kneed him in the stomach. I was aiming for the groin, but his hands caught my knee and I ended up hitting his stomach instead. He looked a little strained but not exactly hurt. My knee was killing me! It felt it I kick a friggin statue! He must work out a lot to feel that rock hard. I was now beyond pissed. It didn't seem like I would be able to do much damage to him at the moment, especially since we're still on school grounds. I'll attack him later, until then, I'll just keep up with verbal abuse.

"1.)You are such an asshole, 2.) Fuck you, 3.) I didn't think we were friends to begin with, and 4.) You should have thought of that before, so you could save yourself the regret."

"What regret?" he asked calmly.

"Oh please! If you feel this strongly against me, then you should have just let those guys go ahead and kill me!"

"You think I regret saving you?" he asked, looking shocked and angry for some weird reason.

"'Think'? I know you do! You make it perfectly clear after all this time you've treated me like shit."

"You don't know anything about me." he said in a deadly serious voice.

He turned and walked to his car, where his family stood watching us. I wasn't going to let that prick have the last word.

"Oh that's fine! That's just fuckin fine!" I yelled, making him turn to look at me.

"Who wants to be friends with a pretty-boy emo douchebag anyway?!"

I grabbed my stuff and stormed into my car, and drove out of there like a bat out of hell. I was so angry, I can't believe that son of a bitch! I'm pissed at him for being the asshole he always was, and myself for not succeeding in beating him up. This damn boy is giving me gray hairs, I can feel it. Sure, I knew it wasn't a good idea to even try to be close to him or anything like that since I tend to bring danger with me, but still I can't help but feel a little rejected.

There was a short time that I actually hoped we could be friends, then he had to fuck it up by being himself. I'm mad as hell and I'm also sad. Damn that Edward Cullen for being so confusing!!!

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A/N: Whoo! That was a looong chapter! This one was really angsty obviously, I hope you guys enjoyed it :-) PLEASE REVIEW!!!