Happy Saturday! Sorry for the delay, I was in no shape to post last night when I got home from work... but that means two today!

So a little bit of Edward first.

Don't Stand So Close To Me- The Police

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Chapter 21: I needed. Now.

EPOV

My body felt over charged.

I should have just stepped in before class. It would have only taken a second. With how much she had turned me on, wearing my sweatshirt, her smile, the feeling of her hand as I chickened out in holding it.

Would she question it if I went to the restroom now? Class was barely started. Mr. Banner was talking about genetics.

Jeans. Too tight.

Bella glanced over at me when I moved. Could she tell?

What she did to me was insane. Sitting there beside me, lost in my sweatshirt. I wanted to rip it off and bury myself into the warmth of her breasts.

Stop it.

Painful now.

She glanced at me again and looked away quickly, her tongue wetting her lips and making me swallow down my groan.

Everyone would see it if I stood now to leave.

I needed baggier jeans.

Her hair looks so soft.

What time is it?

Fuck, thirty more minutes.

Wish we were in the back of the classroom.

What then? Whip it out and play show and tell with her?

I moved away from her a little, trying to put some distance away from temptation. She glanced again at me before turning to listen to the teacher as he continued.

"So let's go to the library and see if we can get everyone a book on the subject of their child so you can give us some facts for Monday!"

I looked around to see everyone putting their things in their bags, murmurings of annoyance filling the room.

But we had half an hour!

"Are you okay?" Bella asked quietly beside me, standing to leave.

I nodded and pulled my bag in front of me, as if looking for something while we walked. As soon as we were out of the classroom, I looked to my sanctuary.

"I'll meet you there. I've gotta…"

"I can wait for you."

I could feel myself pressing too hard against the bag I held tightly to me.

"It might take a minute, then all the good tables will be gone," I replied, and that seemed to sound rational to her because she fought to hide a smile and nodded, turning to walk to the library.

Did she suspect what I did?

Was she thinking about it as she walked away?

I breathed a relieved sigh as soon as I stepped into the stall, hoping for a fast one.

It was only the fourth time today. It wasn't so bad, right?

But her wearing my sweatshirt.

Drinking her water next to me at lunch.

Her eyes as they watched me.

Her soft voice, comforting.

The warmth of her hand so close to mine.

What would it feel like stroking…

That did it.

While relieved of that pressure, I felt disgusted with myself in having no restraint still.

I had been doing so well.

It has only been a day, come on.

But suddenly these interludes weren't enough.

I needed. More.

Buttoning my jeans angrily, I cleaned up and headed to the library. I ignored Lauren and Jessica's table as I passed, but could feel their eyes on me and hear their hushed voices as I headed straight for the table I knew Bella would be at. She looked up from the stack of books on the table before quickly looking back down, concentrating hard on the book in her hands.

How had she gathered so many books in so short a time?

Seeing the clock I was even more disgusted with myself.

Ten minutes had gone by.

"I got us a few books," she was saying while I mentally flogged myself. She seemed a little nervous as she pushed the books around on the table.

"Sorry," I mumbled and settled into the seat that was free beside her.

She just shrugged, and I could tell she was uncomfortable.

She upset that I had ditched her again.

"I left you to do the work again," I said and watched her fidget in her chair. Most of the movement was lost in my sweatshirt, but I could imagine it.

Which of course got me hard again.

"I'm actually used to doing things by myself," she said quietly, not looking up from the book.

"Me too," I replied, clenching my eyes shut at just how bad that sounded.

I cleared my throat and pulled a book towards me, confused by the title.

"What are we researching?" I asked.

"You weren't listening in class were you?" she retorted and shook her head.

"Uh, no," I replied, chuckling.

I was a little preoccupied.

She didn't comment on it but I noticed her eyes drifted towards my thighs for a second before returning to the book in her hand. She let out a soft sigh and pursed her lips.

Fuck, did she notice?

She was going to know I was a pervert. She was disgusted that I was a perv.

"Um," she started, rubbing at her neck nervously. "We're supposed to research how the genetics of the parents can affect the development of a fetus. So we have to look at what causes blindness in the womb."

"And a book on reproduction is supposed to help?" I asked, pushing the book away from me to grab another.

The last thing I wanted to look through were graphic pictures of how babies were made.

"It has a chapter on DNA and how the fetus develops," she said. She was blushing now.

She adjusted beside me and started pulling off my sweatshirt.

She was going to kill me. Her shirt underneath rode up a little, exposing her stomach before she could pull it down. She caught me watching her and blushed a little darker.

"It's too warm in here. I should give this back to you before class is over anyway," she whispered before placing the sweatshirt on the table between us.

"Thanks," I mumbled and fought the urge to pick it up and pull it to my nose.

She sat there, purposefully keeping her eyes off of me as she pulled another book close to her.

She seemed more nervous than she had earlier at lunch, almost to the point of avoiding conversation. I glanced down the aisle and caught Mike and Jessica looking our way. When they saw me they quickly turned their backs on us.

I really disliked that group over at that table. They had made Bella feel bad during lunch, and now with the rumor of us being together filtering around school, I was sure it made Bella more uncomfortable to be alone with me.

I frowned at that.

Was she acting strangely because she was alone with me, while they watched?

Maybe she was still worked up from the rumors.

"We can meet again after school," I suggested, hoping she'd want to as well. She was happier when we were alone.

We could talk more. Figure out what was making her nervous.

She glanced over towards the other table again and pursed her lips when the bell rang.

"I have to get to class, Edward," she said roughly and grabbed her bag and Junior.

Before I could stop her and ask what was wrong, she was rushing out of the library, leaving me there with several eyes looking from the closing door to me. I could hear Jessica and Lauren laughing from their table.

Something had happened between the time I had left her for the bathroom and coming in here. Something was wrong.

I should have never gone to the bathroom. Fucking bathroom.

Maybe she thought I didn't like her.

Or that the little stunt I had pulled this morning and then at lunch was over the top.

She was finally seeing my creepier side.

I gathered up my things, taking my sweatshirt with me. She had gym with Emmett, so I'd wait until she came out and I'd apologize for whatever I had done. We had made such huge leaps and I had ruined it.

I was socially stunted. The one girl I could even find an interest in, and I made her feel awkward.

I skipped my last class and waited by the gym door. I thought about going in to look for her, but that seemed a bit stalkerish. So I waited for what seemed like forever for the bell to ring until Emmett came barging out, stopping cold when he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"What?"

He looked behind him and grabbed me by the shoulder pulling me towards the parking lot.

"Your girl skipped class, I thought maybe she was doing the nasty with you somewhere," he replied, winking. "But then I heard Newton and that Stanley chick talking about her. I think they pissed her off."

I pulled him to a stop so I could talk to him.

"How? What were they saying?" I asked, a sense of foreboding coursing through me.

I knew something was up with them. Stupid asses.

"All I heard was Jessica saying she did her part and that Bella was going home, so Mike could get his chance without you interfering," he said, shaking his head. "I thought maybe you had just gone off with her to bang it, until I heard them talking. So I went looking for you. Didn't have to go far, were you waiting for her?"

"That's none of your business," I hissed, leaning in towards him.

He casually leaned back and laughed.

"I was just looking out for you, bro."

"Why are you even helping me?" I asked as we started for the parking lot again.

"Dude, you may be a fuckhead for getting us moved here, but no one fucks with my brother's booty call," he retorted.

"She's not my booty call," I hissed and pulled out my keys.

"Really? Cuz, the way you two look at each other over dinner, I'd swear you were banging her in the bathroom every period," he said and stepped away, offering me the thumbs up. "So go get you some!"

"Fuck off, Emmett."

"Maybe she can curb your appetite! A little Bella pie?"

I growled to myself and slid into my seat, ignoring Emmett's crude comments.

I couldn't think like that when I needed to figure out how to fix this. I pulled out towards Chief Swan's house.

The one good thing about small towns is that you know where everyone lives.

I hoped her father wasn't home.

I hoped I made it there before that fuck head, Newton did.

What did I even say?

What did they say to her to make her mad?

How did I make this right?

I needed to explain myself

I needed to show her.

Show her that I liked her.

That's what I'd do.

I'd show her.

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AN: I know… drama…. More about her sudden mood shift when we see her. There's a reason for her cold behavior, trust me..

You know it had something to do with those harpies… stupid High school.

And Emmett may be a tool, but he's at least cool enough to see that Edward needs her.

Things will be better very very soon. Whispers -maybe even next chapter!

MWAH!

steph