Please to be reading chapter 8 (which I just posted) before reading this chapter!
March
March was, for lack of a better word, strange. Vickie returned, and I could see the change in James immediately. My heart broke a little for Bella; I had no idea how Vickie's return would affect her relationship with James.
We were at the bar one night during Spring Break when I noticed James and Vickie completely going at it in the corner. I looked to see where Bella was, spotting her over at a table with Bree. I walked over to her and asked her if she was okay.
"Why wouldn't I be?" she wondered. I motioned over to the corner where James and Vickie were practically eating each other's faces off.
She laughed, and I jumped, turning back to look at her. "I'm perfectly fine with it, Edward." She touched me on the arm. "But thanks… for being concerned. You're a great friend."
With that, she stood up and kissed on my cheek.
That was the first night I dreamed of Bella.
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The dreams were weird. When we hugged in the dream, it meant more. I felt more, and I woke with a problem I hadn't had in a long time. I felt like a pre-teen again. I was confused, and aroused. But in the light of day, we were still friends. The best of friends, and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize that.
Tryouts for the baseball team were coming up, and I decided I was going to try to make the team. I'd always enjoyed playing, but Angela had hated sitting at games, so I stopped. Looking back on it, I couldn't believe I'd allowed myself to give up such a huge piece of my life. I vowed that whatever relationship I got into next, I wouldn't do that again.