Chapter 7
Edward got an increasingly better mood as the day went on. I tried not to dwell on this morning, but it just kept on irking me from the back of my mind.
Finally, finally, Friday afternoon came. I watched the clock tick off the minutes, one minute closer to my night with Edward.
"It'll come soon enough," he reminded me randomly, almost as if reading my thoughts. I giggled.
When the final bell rang, I was happier than public school seniors on the last bell of their last day. I literally jumped out of my seat from algebra, and Edward laughed at me. "Someone's excited for Halloween."
"I've been waiting all year for this," I said.
"Me too, Bella." He slung his arm around me as we walked down the hall. Everyone stared as we walked to our lockers, and I immediately felt like the Plastics in Mean Girls. I usually was one who hated attention, but for the first time, I actually slightly enjoyed being the girl every other one wished she was. I had Edward Cullen, the guy every other girl wished she had. That realization gave me a small taste of the power I actually held, being Edward Cullen's best friend.
As we passed Rosalie and Emmett, Emmett snickered at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. Rosalie even smiled. I held my breath and let it soak in. I never really paid attention to those stares, I never wanted them. But now that I took a good look, being the envy of the entire female population of Forks Middle School was actually kind of… fun.
"I need to put my arm around you more often, don't I?" Edward whispered to me. I bit my lip. We got our books together quickly and hurried out to the bus. We got to the back, our usual spot.
"So what do you want to do first, Bella?" Edward asked me.
I had a mental response to that I'm not going to share. "Well I need to stop at my house to get my costume, and then we can go to your house to hang out."
"I'll have Esme order pizza for dinner for us to eat before trick-or-treat."
"Sounds cool," I nodded. I really had no interest in the pizza, or even trick-or-treating. I just wanted to change into my costume so Edward could see it. I made him wait to see it so it could be a surprise.
I pictured my outfit in my head: the way the dress swung around my mid-thigh, how the strapless top flattered my straight figure, how the soft silk flowed…
"I can't wait to see your costume," Edward told me with that flawless smile.
"You're just gonna have to wait."
"I am. Eagerly." The look on Edwards face made my heart flutter. I was even more exited for tonight than before. But the pleased look on his face made me feel as if I was wearing that dress now… like he could somehow read my mind and see the mental picture.
As I stared into those topaz eyes, I thought I could see someone different from my Edward Cullen. I had a strange feeling that I was in the presence of a different Edward. I blamed it on age, the natural process of hormones, but again I had a strange feeling that inside that boy was a secret. A secret I was desperate to uncover.