BPOV

I watched Edward climb in my window to go straight to my bed. He kicked his shoes off, sitting Indian style on my bed.

Is he kidding me right now?

He pulled his backpack off, unzipping it pulling out a laptop. Not once since he came in the room had he looked at me. He did grab a glasses case out of his bag and put on thick black glasses. I guess he booted it up because he had been typing away at the keys.

After a few minutes, I heard him.

"I am sorry for hitting you," the automated voice said.

I stared at Edward as his eyes met mine. He let out a small sigh before typing some more he read whatever was on the screen biting his lower lip.

"I never hit a girl," he said.

I don't think he knew how that sounded.

"Edward, I…" I started to say but quickly realized my mistake before he went right back to typing.

"It is…" he paused, "rude to talk at people," he glared.

I wanted to punch him for being so frustrated with me. I have never been around someone that was deaf so communicating with him would be difficult. He turned his computer screen towards me and nodded to the space beside him.

I sat down as he placed the laptop on my lap. He tapped my fingers with his making just stare at him. Edward typed something,

Talk to me. He said.

You broke my nose. I typed.

I said sorry. I am very sorry.

My eyes shot up to his and he looked sad. I kind of felt bad, but the pain in my face was telling me it was okay to be mad at him. Edward's thumb came up as he gently brushed my cheek with a frown.

So being a complete jerk I brought my hand up pointing to my nose with the best glare I could muster up because it really hurt.

He made a loud noise in frustration and threw his hands up. Standing at his full height, which was super tall he grabbed his bag pulling out his smokes, popping one in his mouth. Stomping over to the window, he lit up puffing away at his cancer stick.

"You can't smoke in here," I screeched, but it didn't do me any good.

Well it did me some good because Gram definitely heard me loud and clear, since she burst into my room and all.

"Bella, what's…" she froze looking at Edward sitting on the windowsill smoking his cigarette like he had no worries in the world.

"Bella, how did Edward get up here?" she asked with a frown.

"Through the window," I squeaked.

"He climbed the tree." It wasn't a question.

"Um, yeah," I nodded.

Many things happened after that. I realized I was wearing a small t-shirt and boy shorts, which Gram was frowning at me even more. Edward finally turned back to me noticing Gram was in the room; he hurried to stand but knocked his head off the top of the window.

Gram shook her head walking over to him. It surprised me when she walked right up to him and rubbed the top of his head and he let her. Like she asked him in a silent question if he was okay, he nodded shyly and she patted his cheek. As Gram turned back to me, Edward laid a hand on her arm guiding her to his laptop.

Gram smiled at him seeming to know what he was doing she looked up at me.

"Carlisle bought him this for his birthday," she said.

I nodded grabbing a pair of sweats slipping them on.

I came to say sorry to Bella. I never meant to hurt her.

Gram typed back. I know, sweetie. She sighed looking back at me before she started typing again. Next time you want to visit with Bella, use the front door.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Again Gram patted his cheek. She stood up and walked back over to me.

"I'm going back downstairs, leave the door open, kiddo. Your mom is still over at Esme's house," she informed brushing my hair behind my ear.

"Will do, Gram."

She kissed my head carefully to avoid bumping into my nose. I turned back to Edward who was watching me with a furrowed brow. I don't know if it was the Motrin mom gave me, but my realizations and noticing things in general was coming in rather delayed.

Edward went for his laptop again, but decided to stretch out on his stomach on the bed. The bottom his shirt rode up exposing a sliver of skin on his back. I saw a lot of scars covering just that little bit of skin. His green eyes caught mine and he held his hand out, even though I was still mad about my nose I took his hand and let him tug me down.

He started typing again. I noticed he would pause for a moment as if he was trying to figure out what to say or how to spell it. He would run spell check before he was finished entering it in.

Can you not be so mad? You don't know me… I made a bad first impression.

Do you always get into fights? I asked touching his purple eye.

I fight enough.

What does that even mean?

Crowley and Newton like to start fights with me. I saw him start to type shit but he changed it to fights.

That Mike kid?

Yes.

You shouldn't fight because… I pointed to my nose and made sure he saw the gesture. Things like this happen.

He moved out of my way, I didn't see you until Emmett pulled me away. Will you let me make it up to you?

I don't know if we should talk, I mean you've seen my boobs because you were creeping in here last night. Then you break my nose…

Boobs?

These. I point to my chest.

Tits?

I rolled my eyes. How could he not know? I grew interested in learning more about Edward.

I could say I didn't see much, but I would be lying. He was smirking.

Well you didn't see much because I don't have much. Wait are we really talking about my tits? I cringed at the word it was so raunchy.

We are and I have to say I like them.

I felt my cheeks heat up and ducked my head down. I wasn't used to the whole boys being interested in me. In Florida, I was quiet with a few friends and liked to keep to myself. I still looked like a kid I guess because my friend Julie and Kara were just like me until they got boobs and then they would lay out on the beach showing their goods off.

I felt him gently brush my hair behind my shoulder. I turned my head to look at him. He started typing.

Don't hide your face from me, please.

So you can stare at my hideously splinted nose?

He frowned shaking his head.

I wasn't thinking.

No, you're right, I did after all break your nose... I should head home.

Edward started shutting down his laptop slipping it back in his bag. When he stood, he paused glancing down at me. I could see he wanted to say more, but without his computer, we couldn't communicate. He reached for my hands taking them in his and squeezed them briefly before leaving.

Forks was definitely proving to be something I wasn't expecting.

"Baby, it needs cleaned," mom said as I moved my face away from her.

"But it hurts," I whined.

"B, you haven't acted like this…ever."

"Well you try living with a broken nose and see how you act," I glared.

"Okay, since you're in a mood today maybe you should stay home today," she suggested playing with my curls.

"No, I already missed yesterday," I argued.

"Fine," she sighed.

I put my splint back in place and sighed at myself in the mirror. I looked a mess. My hair was crazy curly this morning due to me falling asleep with it still wet. I choose my kids Nirvana shirt I found in the thrift store and a pair of baggy jeans. I tugged a couple times at my shirt that was kinda short. Great. The cardigan that served as my jacket was now out of commission leaving me without any long sleeved anything.

I trudged downstairs, which was empty and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I sat on my swing while I ate as the morning chill hit my arms.

"God, why does it have to be cold today?" I groaned.

I heard Esme's storm door slam and Edward emerge from the house. His cigarette was hanging from his lips and his face looked like he just stumbled out of bed. He ran a hand through his already messy hair turning to go out to the driveway, but I must have caught his vision because he was walking over to me.

I waved at him with a mouthful of cereal. He leaned over taking my spoon shoving some in his mouth and nodded approvingly. I shivered from the cold again gaining Edward's attention. He touched my arm holding it for a second.

I watched him shrug out of his wool plaid jacket handing it to me.

"I can't take that," I said shaking my head.

He nodded holding it out to me.

"Edward…" He put his fingers against my lips setting my bowl down on the porch as he slid his jacket up my arms.

Once the jacket was on, he took another cigarette out, lit it and walked back over to his driveway where an old muscle car picked him up. I couldn't really see the driver just the car. I could see Esme and my mom sitting in her kitchen window with matching goofy smiles when they saw me looking at them they both turned around nonchalantly.

Renee came out not to long after that telling me Gram went into the store early, but was coming back to get me for school.

"I'm sure today will be better, kiddo," she smiled.

"I don't think anything will top yesterday," I replied getting out of the car.

I grabbed my bag from the backseat and waved one more time at Gram before she pulled away from the curb. I looked around randomly still self-conscious about my nose and more than a little embarrassed of what had happened.

When I turned to head into the building, I saw the old muscle car from Edward's driveway. Leaning against it smoking was Edward and two other girls. The one closest to Edward who appeared to be signing to him looked nothing like the girls from home. She had long blonde dreads and was wearing a short pair of frayed shorts with a white tank and a blue and white flannel over it. Also she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Next to the hippie chick was a small girl with short-cropped black hair she must have really liked black because she was covered in it from head to toe.

Edward stubbed out his cigarette pushing off the car signing to hippie chick. She laughed shaking her head and said something to Wednesday Adams. They were heading my way, I waved at Edward as he came closer. He frowned looking down, pushing past me.

Wednesday asked the hippie if I was wearing Edward's jacket. She snorted her reply stumbling past me.

I stood there and all I could feel was hurt. Someone's arm wrapped around my shoulder, I looked up seeing it was Emmett.

"Walk with me," he said.

So I did not sure where we were heading.

"If the rest of them saw how upset you looked your gossip front page would have lasted longer than you'd like."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"There's us," he said gesturing around. "And then there's the Triad."

"The triad?"

"Edward Masen, Rosalie Hale and Alice Brandon."

"Ooookay?" I drawled out.

"Bella, those three are the schools biggest stoners and they are worth more trouble then they are good," he murmured with a frown guiding me into the school.

"Edward doesn't seem so bad," I shrugged pulling on the sleeves of his jacket, the jacket he gave me.

He snorted guiding me into the main office. The principal came out and apologized for yesterday explaining the situation to me. All parties had been reprimanded with detention for a month. What happened to suspension?

"We don't have any classes together until after lunch," he mused. "You want to sit with me?"

"Sure."

"Great I'll pick you up at English," he winked as I rolled my eyes.

Emmett was cute with his dimples and curly hair, but he definitely felt like he was going to be a good buddy to have.

The morning passed quickly. I left my jacket on in my classes; I guess I was using it as a security blanket. Hippie chick was also in all three of my morning classes. She just stared at me every time I looked her. I couldn't tell if she was Alice or Rosalie, maybe Alice she did look like a tricked out version of Alice in Wonderland.

True to his word, Emmett was waiting for me after English.

"Ready for the most social event of the day?"

"As I'll ever be," I replied dryly.

I took notice of how many people stopped to say hi to him as we walked down the hall. It didn't surprise me because Emmett was really friendly.

"That's my crew," he nodded over to a table filled with people.

I saw that Mike kid and the kid Edward fought with yesterday. He was still pretty banged up. The girls at the table glared at me except for one girl who introduced herself as Angela.

"What was Florida like?" she asked quietly.

"Perfect," I sighed missing home and Dad.

"Masen is staring at you," Jessica snapped with a glare.

Jessica was all done up. I would say she was overdone on her make-up. She made snide comments and Emmett would roll his eyes, saying she needed to calm down.

Honestly, I felt he was too nice to be hanging around these clowns. I did look up and saw Edward staring at me. The look he was giving was like he was shooting daggers at me. I frowned pulling Edward's jacket tighter around me.

"I, uh, think I'm going to go to the nurse, I have headache," I mumbled.

"I'll go with you," Emmett said standing.

"No," I shrieked. "I mean I can walk there."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I said grabbing my bag throwing it over my shoulder.

Today sucked all the way around and I wasn't sure I could keep up with all of Edward's mixed signals and mood swings.

A/N: I'm back! So I've come to a decision I'm going to try to write all three stories… We'll see how this works. Edward seems to be very hot and cold. I'm debating on making next chapter be his POV. As always let me know what you think! Dolphin62598 is my beta and back from her vaca!