"Do you have a minute?" I ask, ignoring his question.
"Um, yeah. I do. Why don't you come in my office."
I follow Edward back to his office and sit down in one of the chairs.
"So, what's this about?" he asks, leaning against his desk.
"I wanted to thank you for picking me up last night. I really appreciate it."
"No problem," Edward mutters, not looking at me.
"Okay, what is that?" I ask, getting mad.
"What?" He looks over at me, surprised at my outburst.
"That! You're acting all weird and I don't know why! I mean, why did you chew my head off last night before leaving?"
"Just forget it, okay? I guess I was just tired."
"No, Edward. I want to know what your problem is. Tell me," I demand.
"Are you being serious, Bella? You're running hot and cold with me. I thought..." he trails off. "No. Never mind. Everything is just great."
I stand up. "Don't. Finish what you were going to say. What did you think?"
Edward pinches the bridge of his nose, then looks at me. "I thought that there was something there, between us. But then you go off and get drunk and fuck some guy? I guess I was wrong."
So...I'm still on a Kristen in Paris shooting for VF high. I'm surprised I even wrote this.
Edwards kind of a confusing guy, yes?
See you tomorrow!