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All day students I feel like I haven't seen in years come up to me with pieces of the most creatively wrapped candy from my 'best friend'.

I'm pretty sure on of them was wrapped up in the stiff brown paper towels from the bathrooms.

I laughed my ass off at that one before I stuck it to your locker.

I think you're saying sorry but I'm sure both you and I don't know what for. This love-hate friendship with have is weird, but at least you know when I'm pissed at you.

Besides being bombarded with treats today, my mind is plagued with concocted scenarios of you and Tanya.

Did she pressure you until you accepted or were you more than happy to let her take a turn? Did you need her or did you want her? How many times did it happen and where?

Was it in your room? The same room I often find myself in when we "work" on homework after school. Has she bumped into Esme, your amazing mom and my pseudo one? Was it over the summer when I was forced to visit Renee?

I don't want to think about the reasons why I'm so intrigued or jealous, or whatever these disrupted thoughts are making me feel. I've got a lot on my plate by simply conversing with you let alone liking you too.

With the treats having come to an end by fifth period I am more than happy to go to lunch.

You're a jock of course, but somehow instead of sitting where the status quo should have placed you, you always end up at my table.

I'm no 'geek' or 'freak' or even 'loner'. I've been granted immunity from all categories by out-casting myself from the popular group but still socializing with some of them on occasion.

Yes I was once in with the popular bitches: Tanya, Lauren, Irina, and the dimwitted jocks: Mike, Tyler, James and now you, but I wandered away long before your return. I started feeling out of place next to talks of shopping trips and UFC fights. I guess I just didn't want to belong there anymore.

I started sitting with this kick ass girl Angela Cheney, whose acne cleared up a considerable amount over the past summer, and her twin sister Alice. That little sprite has more energy than the cheerleaders combined. And yet you still wander over to us. I just hope today Tanya doesn't think to follow.

When I enter the lunchroom I spot something big and horrendously wrapped at my table. I throw a hand up to my face to conceal by ever-rising blush and turn to walk out. Maybe today's the day I can escape you to the outside benches. But no, before I can even angle my body towards the door, you've caught my hip and start spinning me towards my gift.

You plop me down next to Alice and plop 'it' on my lap.

"What the hell is this?" I don't move to unwrap it. I don't move at all. It feels hot and heavy on my lap and I swear to God if it's bile or lunch food chili, I will dump it over you instead of your car.

"You're angry with me so I made you a casserole last period." You smile down at me with a twinkle in your green eyes and I know that you're gonna make me taste it.

"Edward I made sandwiches this morning. Remember? The BLTs you stalk-texted me into making last night?" Even after throwing up on me, I still had a soft spot for you then.

"I know that silly," you say and lift the wrapped meal from my lap to a bag on the floor, "this is for later. Now you have to be over whatever had your panties in a bunch earlier and an excuse to escape Tanya after school."

You look over to me and lift a hand to my chin to catch your gaze, "I don't like when you walk away from me Bella. Even if the view is your fantastic ass," you smirk and trace my fallen lips. This is what I mean. These words always catch me up.

You reach into my bag to pull out our lunch and lean over to peck my cheek in thanks. I grin like an idiot at the thought of dumping the casserole all over you after school.

A/N: I'm loving this story, I hope you are too. Next chapter will be tomorrow. Thank you for reading!