Chapter 2: The god

A/N: Alright guys this is a new story (sort of). I decided to put this up again after some changes and yes, previous fans of Insecure, here you have it! And if you have any questions for me or any constructive criticism, you can email me at danceinfinitize and yes, please check out my blog .sg thanks!

I'm sorry this is such a short chapter! I will update the next chapter later after this to make up to you guys!

BPOV

The last time I had a crush on a boy, it was when I was in grade 3. Tyler Crowley, although an African-American, was the most popular boy in my grade. He was popular, handsome and caring. Every time we had our break, the girls from my grade would all rush, to snag a seat with him for lunch. His table would be full of girls within the first 5 minutes. Of course, he had his buddies, Mike Newton and Ben Cheney sitting with him too. All three would be swarmed by the girls.

I was shy, and although I had a mega crush on him and I did not go with the girls. The popular girls would shove me out of the way. The more vocal girls would win me by screaming that they love him. I would slink off to a quiet corner in the cafeteria, lunch box in hand.

His bronze hair was just sexy with the tousled way it was in. It looked natural and not like it was gelled. His features were perfect – high arched brows, a cute nose and the perfect set of lips. His lips curved upwards as he caught my eyes. I gasped when I saw his eyes. His eyes were a startling deep emerald.

Now, despite the fact that I was already 23 my heart started to pump vigorously making the readings of the heart rate monitor beside me to spike up. Embarrassed by the fact that I was in love with him and that it was obvious, I tried to lower my excitement..

"Hi, I'm Dr Cullen. I am your doctor and I presume you have met my sister already?" He spoke with his velvet voice.

Before I could speak, the monitor printed out a sheet of paper of my heart rate. He examined it carefully before saying,

"Well Isabella –" He said

"Please, call me Bella" I whispered.

"Alright! Well Bella, it seems like your heart rate has spiked up enormously just about a minute ago. Are you alright?" Edward asked, concern written over his face.

I blushed, nodding my head as I let my hair cascade over my face.

What is this Bella! Get a grip! You are 23 but you are acting like an 18 year old!

My inner voice screamed at me. It was right. What was I actually doing? Here am I, blushing in front of my father and the gorgeous doctor right in front of me like a 18 year old. I violently shook my head to get me out of the love haze.

"Bella! Are you alright?" Dr Cullen asked, perplexed. I remembered my plan: get out of here as soon as possible.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, sighing inwardly.

"When can I be discharged?" I asked wanting to leave the hospital already.

"If all goes well, you can leave by Saturday. If not, you may have to stay for at least another week." He said.

Saturday?! That's 2 more fucking days!

I composed myself as I tried not to dwell too much on it.

"I'm going to check your bandage okay?" Dr Cullen asked.

With my consent, he – like his sister – walked gracefully like a dancer closer towards me.

He stopped just beside the railing preventing contact between him and I and started probing at my head. I breathed in a lungful of oxygen and swooned inwardly. His scent was just, indescribable. It was like a mix of cologne, baby lotion and something that was just… him. I looked at his nametag through foggy eyes and could just make out his name "Edward Cullen". Edward. Old but romantic, and sexy of course.

"Bella it seems like at the moment, you are able to leave on Saturday but we still have to monitor your condition." Edward said.

I nodded, still numb from the intoxicating effect of his scent.

"Okay, I shall leave you to rest and I'll be back in the evening all right? Rest well, Bella." Edward said and with that, he left the room.

"Seems like you're able to go back on Saturday huh?" Charlie said.

"I guess so" I replied in a weary tone.

The whole day had been a mess. Grief, excitement, grief. I felt so helpless. I reached out to the phone beside my table wanting to call my mom when I realized with a pang that she was dead. She was dead. These three words caused me so much hurt. Never have I thought that words would ever hurt me.

I wanted to call him back. Edward, but knowing that my father was still here, present in the room stopped me and Edward would probably think I was crazy. Hell, he probably even had a girlfriend or was engaged already. And here I am, this pathetic girl, wanting his attention. I was in no place to ever deserve his heart and love.

I sank back in my grief as sobs racked me again. Crying, I tumbled into the suffocating darkness once again, wishing for one thing.

I wish my life were back to normal.