Chapter 3
The rest of the Monday was a blur to me. All I could remember was Edward's comment, I can't give you what you want. What does that mean?
At 9 that night, as I walked the few feet down the road to get to my house, I racked my brain to try to come up with a logical answer. I first started with the basics. He thinks I want something from him. Okay, I want him to be my boyfriend. Maybe Esme wouldn't let him date. Was I getting worked up over something as minimal as that? I tried to make myself believe that, but somewhere in the back of my head I knew that Edward was hiding something deeper from me.
I sighed as I climbed the stone steps up to my door, covered with green moss. What else would I want? A kiss? There was no reason that Edward couldn't kiss me. It was me, Bella, his best friend for life. Would he just feel weird being my boyfriend because we've been friends for so long? That didn't quite add up to me. Thinking about this made me upset. Edward was hiding something. I couldn't deny it anymore.
When I was in my room, sitting on my purple bed, I stared at my cell phone. Should I call him? Text? Any other day I would have had no problem doing either of those two things. We sometimes text until 3AM. But today didn't feel like any other day to me.
Glancing at my alarm clock, I suddenly felt tired. I'm not the kind of person who tires easily. I'm usually the kind of person that can pull an all-nighter and go to school perfectly fine in the morning. Even ace a test. I just decided to try to go to bed. Maybe things would be clearer then.
I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, changed into my favorite sweats and one of Edwards T-shirts that got left here from one year or another, and crawled into bed. The warmth of my comforter was… well… comforting. The light pitter-patter of rain on the roof was my lullaby.
When I glanced out the window in the dark, I could have sworn I saw a silhouette of a person in the window. I screamed, turned on the light, and grabbed the shotgun under my bed that Charlie gave me for protection. I ran over to the window, threw it open, and leaned out, looking for the thief. All that was outside was the rain. I slowly drew myself back in, panting. I closed down the blinds of my window, made sure our security system was on, made sure my phone was at my bedside, and slowly put my shotgun underneath my bed.
So much for sleeping.