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Chapter 3

Dying would have been easier…

It doesn't matter what I do and how good I do it, it's never good enough for my parents… I'm tired of all this drama.

I have never imagined it was possible for me to be in much pain. After the beat up that Charlie gave me when coming home from the hospital and Renée's lecture with a very loud voice and words that no one would ever want to hear. My heart is numb, my sinews are very sensitive. This makes me questioned again why am I still alive? I think the world would be a better place if I wasn't here. Ok, maybe not the entire world but the people I know.

Until now I have only felt intrigued about the mysterious boy, but now I'm actually mad at him. Why did he get on my way? I was so close this time; it almost looked like a typical-Bella accident. If he had left me there, I may have bled to death. I wouldn't be crying, suffering and wishing I wasn't here.

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I must have cried myself to sleep. I'm on my bed; I'm wearing the same clothes from yesterday. As I sit up I realize that my body aches a lot. Damn! I looked myself in the mirror and I looked like crap. My hair is a mess and my arms and jaw have purple bruises, they hurt as bad as they look. How am I going to go to school looking like this? My parents won't let me stay and rest as the doctor recommended, they think that missing a day of school is like losing all that you worked so hard to get.

I decided to use the make-up kit that Jessica gave me as a birthday present. I applied foundation and concealer, it seems to work. I hope it last the entire day; just to be sure I'll take the make-up to school.

Driving all the way to school, I feel more relaxed; maybe because I took 2 Advil with my breakfast. I park in the usual place. I feel everybody is looking at me; maybe the make-up doesn't work after all. I look myself in the mirror and the make-up seems to be in place.

In Trigonometry, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep. I didn't sleep as well as I usually do. Mr. Varner's class seemed to pass slower than normal. I started drawing on my book instead of copying the information on the board. I'm not in the mood to study, I find myself drawing those mystic eyes that I saw yesterday.

At lunch, I sit in the same table with my group of friends, though we're not as close as you expect friends to be. Mike and Jessica are talking about their plans for the weekend, it seems like they're going to Seattle for shopping. Angela and Eric are kissing passionately, they can't wait to finish school and get married. I'm jealous of them. I wish I could find someone to spend my entire life. Maybe if I had someone in my life, he could take care of me and clean my tears away. But I know that is impossible. No one could ever love me, I am not worthy of any type of affection.

On my way to Spanish class, I thought I saw the guy. I decided to follow him and see where he was heading to. He was taking the same corridors as if he was going to the Spanish class, I didn't remember seeing him in that class. I waited for him to enter and then I let other students pass before me, I went to sit down on my seat. Ana, my Spanish partner had been sick, so I've been sitting by myself. I looked around to see if I caught a sight of where the boy was sitting, but it seemed like he had disappeared. Señor Molina started the class and told us he had a surprise for us. He introduced the boy that I had followed, as Edward Cullen.

Edward introduced himself in fluent Spanish, everybody was impressed. He almost spoke as well as Señor Molina. Everyone started clapping as Edward finished his introduction, Señor Molina sent him to sit by my side. He seemed to recognize me as he walked to his chair. We didn't have time for introductions, because the class was very entertaining. Spanish is my favorite subject, I don't like to waste time in that class.

Señor Molina assigned the class project. Edward and I have to work together for the rest of the school year; I really miss Ana right now. I can't imagine how working with Edward will be like. I still have mix feelings for him, he seems oblivious of that.

Edward and I exchanged some glances at each other, every time he catches me looking at him, he smiles in return. Every time I catch him looking at me, I blush in return. That is so unfair, how does he manage to be so at ease? The bell rings announcing the end of the day. I stood up to go out of class but Edward stopped me, he wants to talk.

"¿Cómo estás Bella?" Edward asks in perfect Spanish, I laugh because he seems to still be thinking in Spanish even though the class had finished minutes ago. I decide to play along and reply in Spanish "I'm good. Thank you for helping me out yesterday." He seems intrigued, as he continues the interrogation "What did your dad tell you yesterday? He sounded very upset"

"He was upset, I guessed he was concerned about me." I lie; Edward doesn't need to know the truth about Charlie. There is something that I need to know, so I ask him "How did you know my name?" No one had introduced us before today and if I remembered correctly he called me by my name when I was unconscious. Edward is quick to answer "The other students were calling your name, so I figured that had to be your name. It suits you"

"What do you mean with it suits me?" I am curious to know.

"It's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says it with a big smile on his face. I couldn't believe what he had said, "You're kidding, right?"

"Why would I be joking about the obvious?" I couldn't handle it, no one have ever told me that I was beautiful. I am starting to feel unease; the effect of the medicine was ending. So I decide to head home, "I have to go now." He looks at me with disbelief; I guess no one had turned him down before. He stood speechless while I walked outside the classroom.

I finally reach my locker and I was trying to put it in order before leaving to my house. As I close it, I am surprised to see Edward standing next to me. "I'm sorry if I had scared you, I didn't mean to." "Well, it didn't work, are you following me?" I am starting to get annoyed by him, I didn't like to have people watching every step I made. "No, I wasn't following you. My locker is next to yours, see?" He says as he opens his locker, I hadn't realized that locker was empty. "Why, do you want me to follow you?" "Ehh, no thank you, you've done enough for me"

"That's too bad; I was expecting you will guide me thru the corridors. I am still new, and I get lost easily" I didn't want to be a bad person, so I told him that I could help him find his car.

We walked silently until we got to the parking lot; there are less than twenty cars. It wouldn't be hard to find his car. "So, what color is your car?" "It's gray, a gray Volvo." He says with such pride, men and cars, I will never understand it. I am looking for a gray car, because I have no idea of what a Volvo is. Then I finally see one gray car, and I point at it with so much strength that I can't help but to scream at the end. I had forgotten about how sore I was. Edward runs and gets to my side in an instant, he looks petrified. "Bella! What happened? Do you need anything?" The pain makes me breathe faster; tears are falling down my cheeks. He is concerned. He takes his handkerchief out of his pocket and cleans my tears. "You don't look good Bella, I better take you to the clinic." All I manage to do is shake my head. "Let me carry your bag then" I give him my bag and we continue walking to his car. "Is your car near?" I seem to be able to speak now, "It's close enough."

"How close exactly?"

"One block, I can walk, don't worry."

"I'm not letting you walk that far Bella, I can take you to your car" He has a point, I don't want to walk. I am tired, it had been a long day. "Ok, thank you Edward."

The interior of his car matched the exterior. The car is modern and neat, Edward must be a control freak. "I like your car Edward, is way cooler than mine." "We'll see Bella, I still need to see yours." I direct Edward to my truck, he parks next to it. "Yours is not bad Bella, is antique. I like it." My truck was antique, but I love it. It had belonged to my grandparents, so I am very fond of it. "Thank you, it belonged to my grandparents" Edward gives me my bag until I am in my truck. "Are you sure you want to drive all the way to your house? I won't mind to take you there" His offer didn't seem bad, I was tired after all. But what would I do with my truck? I decided to skip this time, and told him I will consider his offer in the future. He seemed happy about it. We said good-bye and exchange phone numbers. I was starting to like Edward Cullen.

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Thank you to the beta reader for this chapter: dinkadot.

Edward's POV is next.