A/N: It might be a little while until my next update. I have lots of school work. Anyway, enjoy this next chapter. I appreciate reviews from all you readers! I also want to thank MaeganM.0816, BELLA X STARFIRE7745231, and lovelifeangels for reviewing my story! Thanks!

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Chapter 3: Feelings

It was dark. The ground beneath me was soft, wet. Was it grass? I got up and looked around. I saw a figure leaning against a tree. It was Edward, Edward Cullen. His eyes bore into mine and he had a crooked smile on his face. I could feel myself drawn to him. But before I took a step forward, he vanished. Where did he go? The next thing I knew, he was behind me, with his sharp, deadly teeth exposed, like a predator before feeding on its prey. His teeth were reflecting the moonlight that was beaming through the trees, making him seem even more dangerous. I reached for my wand, but found it wasn't there. I had no way of protecting myself. I knew I couldn't face him with physical strength and speed, and without magic, fighting was pointless. The thought of being weak frightened me. I screamed out in terror.

Suddenly I jerked up. I looked around. It was just a dream. Even so, I was worried. What could the dream have meant? It certainly didn't feel right. I decided that from now on, I would keep my wand with me at all times, just in case of an emergency, although I know that I'm not allowed to use magic freely here in Forks.

I glanced around the room once more, until my eyes landed on the clock. 5:30, it read. I figured that as long as I was up, I'd make breakfast for me and Charlie, then head to school early. Charlie came and we ate breakfast. Charlie left for his job as police chief while I went to go I change and pack. When I walked outside, I nearly slipped on the ice. I walked over to my truck and saw the wheels. Charlie had put snow chains on them and I mentally reminded myself to thank him. I drove to school, being careful to avoid the ice, even with the snow chains. When I got to school, grabbed all my things and leaned against the side of my truck. There was still a bit of time before school started.

I stood and thought for a while. I still couldn't help but wonder about my dream. What did it mean? What was that strange pull I felt toward Edward Cullen? And why didn't I have my wand?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a loud, high-pitched screech and many screaming cries. I looked up and saw a van skidding wildly across the ice on the parking lot, towards me.

I could feel the adrenaline rush though me, which made me fully aware of my surroundings. I could see students screaming, some calling for aid, others watching helplessly at my predicament, but one person caught my eye in all that mess. Edward Cullen, who was standing four cars down from where I stood, was staring at me in horror, a frozen mask of shock and fear. But I quickly looked away as the deafening screech from the skidding dark blue van grew louder.

I knew that if I didn't do something fast, I would be squished between the van and my truck like a Bella-pancake. I instantly reached for my right boot, where I had tucked my wand in for safe keeping, but before I could do anything, my head was forced to the ground and hit the icy, cold blacktop. I could feel something pinning me down, but it didn't feel like a van; no, it had to be a person. The screeching noise stopped and I could hear people shouting, and coming near. I opened my eyes, and for a second, everything was a blur; all I could make out was a figure right next to me. I could hear the person next to me speaking, and I recognized the voice instantly; the voice belonged to Edward Cullen.

I looked up and saw the van that had spun out of control. It had crashed of course, and I had narrowly escaped it, not thanks to any of my own effort. I could clearly see two, large hand-shaped dents in the side of the car, and then I knew exactly who had saved me from the van. It was Edward Cullen. The only thing that puzzled me was why he had saved me. Wouldn't that risk exposure for him and his family? Before I could dwell on the question any longer, I was broken out of my thoughts by someone shouting my name.

"Bella? Are you alright?" Edward said frantically in my ear.

"I'm fine." I replied, though I knew it didn't sound very convincing. I tried sitting up, but quickly realized that he was still holding me.

"Be careful," he warned as I struggled. I guess it was pointless trying to fight a vampire's iron grip. "I think you hit your head pretty hard."

"Yeah, whatever," I muttered, though I knew he could hear me.

"How did you get here so fast?" I asked a little louder. I still didn't quite understand why he would risk exposure over me, the new girl that he knew almost nothing about.

"I was standing right next to you, Bella," he said, with a serious tone. So that was how he was going to be, huh. I tried sitting up so I could ask him again, when I heard others approaching.

"Don't move!" I heard someone instruct. "Get Tyler out of that van!"

I ignored the voices and faced Edward. "You were over there, by your car."

"No, I wasn't," he answered, his expression suddenly hard and cold.

"But I saw you."

"Bella, I was standing with you and pulled you out of the way."

"No," I said. I needed answers, and I was going to get them.

"Please, Bella," he said, his golden eyes blazing into mine.

"Why?" I demanded. Why was he so intent on trying to lie to me? He's already risked exposure. Is it really that hard to answer me?

"Trust me," he pleaded with me.

"You better promise to tell me everything later, you hear?"

"Fine," he snapped.

"Fine," I repeated. He was really starting to tick me off, stupid vampire.

I heard the sounds of sirens; the EMTs were here. I was put into a stretcher and loaded into the back of the ambulance. Edward, that stupid vamp, got to ride in the front.

When we arrived at the muggle hospital, they put me in the emergency room. The nurse gave me a quick check up before leaving. I watched as the hospital personnel brought in another stretcher. I recognized the figure on it. It was Tyler Crowley, one of the annoying boys I sat with at lunch, wrapped in bloodstained bandages. I almost sort of felt sorry for the guy. He looked way worse than me, but he still looked at me worriedly.

"Bella, I'm so sorry!" he said.

"I'm perfectly fine Tyler. You should be more worried about yourself; you look awful."

He apparently chose to ignore me. "I thought I was going to kill you! I was going way too fast, and I hit the ice wrong…"

"I already told you. Don't worry about it. You missed me anyway."

"But how did you get out of the way so fast? You were there, and then you weren't."

I didn't know how to answer that, so I decided to stick with that stupid vampire's story. "Umm… Edward Cullen pulled me out of the way. He was standing right next to me."

"Cullen? I didn't see him. But it was all so fast; I guess I didn't see him. Is he okay?"

"He should be here somewhere. Though they didn't make him use a stretcher."

I didn't feel like talking to Tyler anymore so I turned, closed my eyes, and ignored him. I could still hear him mumbling apologizes though.

"Is she sleeping?" I heard a musical voice ask. My eyes flew open to see Edward standing at the foot of my bed, smirking. I glared at him. What's his problem?

"Hey, Edward, I'm sorry –" I heard Tyler begin.

"No blood, no foul," Edward said, exposing his sharp, white teeth. I quietly chuckled at his joke. I could feel him stare.

"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.

"Nothing's wrong with me, but they won't let me go from this hospital. How come you're not strapped down like the rest of us?" I complained. Being stuck here wasn't something I really wanted to do.

"It's all about who you know, but don't worry, I came to spring you," he answered. Just then, a doctor walked in and I was shocked. The doctor was a vampire, and from what I can guess, this was Edward's 'father'.

"So, Miss Swan, how are you feeling?" Dr. Cullen asked.

"I'm fine," I said. I hope people would stop asking me that.

"You're X-rays look good. Does your head hurt? Edward said you hit your head pretty hard."

I quickly glared at Edward before replying, "I'm fine."

"Well, your father is in the waiting room. You can go home now. But come back if you feel dizzy or have trouble with your eyesight at all."

"Can't I go back to school?" I asked. I didn't really want to deal with Charlie, even if he was just my temporary guardian.

"Maybe you should take it easy."

"Does he get to go to school?" I asked, looking pointedly at Edward.

Edward answered, "Well, someone has to spread the good news that we survived."

"Actually, most of the school seems to be in the waiting room," Dr. Cullen corrected.

"Oh no."

"Do you want to stay?"

"No! No! I'm fine." I insisted, though I staggered as I got up. Dr. Cullen caught and steadied me.

"Maybe you should take some Tylenol for your pain."

"It doesn't hurt too badly."

"It sounds like you were extremely lucky."

"Lucky that Edward happened to be standing next to me."

"Oh, well, yes," Dr. Cullen agreed. He was looking at the papers in front of him before turning to examine Tyler. As soon as he turned, I went to talk to Edward.

"Can I talk to you for a minute? Alone?" He glared before following me out.

"What do you want?" he asked, annoyed.

""You owe me an explanation."

"I saved your life. I don't owe you anything."

"You promised."

"What do you want from me Bella?"

"I want to know why I'm lying for you."

"What do you think happened?"

"I know you weren't near me, and then you were suddenly there and stopped the van."

"You think I lifted the van?" I nodded.

"No one will believe you, you know."

"I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Then why does it matter?"

"It matters to me. I don't want to lie, so there better be a good reason why I'm doing it."

"Can't you just that me and get it over with?"

"Thank you," I said fumingly.

"You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"No."

"In that case, I hope you enjoy disappointment."

We stared at each other livid.

"Why do you even bother?" I asked.

"I don't know," he whispered before turning his back and walking away.

I met up with Charlie before I headed out the building angrily. We drove home in silence before I hopped in bed, thinking. My mind kept drifting off to the mystery of Edward Cullen and the exposure. And I may have been a little more obsessed with Edward himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid. I'm being stupid. He's a vampire. Ugh.

I decided to go lie down and go to bed early that night. And like usual, I drifted off to sleep, in peaceful bliss.