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Chapter 8: Visiting His House

BPOV

The week past by uneventfully. I went to English and Jasper would make jokes. I went to art and put all my built up emotions into my artwork. I went to math and listened to Alice ramble on about the latest this and the latest that and then I went to chemistry. I avoided Edward and he avoided me. The only time we talked was when we had a partner lab and even then we had one word responses with no shared looks. We did our work and that was all. I went to work and avoided that convenience store at all costs. I did my homework while working the counter because as always there weren't many customers. I sometimes wondered how this business hadn't shut down yet, but I was thankful it hadn't. I went home late at night and managed to avoid my parents at all costs. I had the same routine down pack now. And every few days a new scar would be added to my wrists. People stopped staring after three days of me walking around like a ghost. Alice and Jasper never asked what was wrong; they were just there for me when I needed them. It started to get better. I could feel my mood picking up, and there were more days in between each new scar. Colour was coming back to my face and I found myself smiling—even the slightest—at Jaspers jokes in English. I knew this made Alice and him happy. They hated to see me upset, but they were pretty use to it. I focused all my energy on my school work, knowing that if I could get into a good university far from here, I'd be able to almost restart my life with new people without having to worry about my past.

It was Sunday. I was sitting in my bedroom trying to do my homework but failing at staying concentrated. There was so much to do but I had no energy or patients to do it. Summer was only a couple months away. Graduation was only a couple months away. I would be out of this rainy town and off to bigger better things. I wanted to become a psychologist. It was stupid because I couldn't even take care of my own issues, let alone everybody else's. But this was something I'd wanted to do since I was a kid and I would ensure this was what I would do. The only think I could control in my life is my schooling. Nobody could take my goals from me. I got out of my chair and started walking. I needed to get out and do something, but as per usual. It was pouring outside. I didn't want to go out the front door because I knew both my parents were home today and I'd be stopped because they would want to talk. I heard them talking this morning about how they should have never given me the master bedroom with the lock and the bathroom. If I didn't have this bedroom I would have to come out. They also talked about how I was eating because they hadn't seen me in the kitchen and my dad mentioned that I was bringing food up the other night. My mom then went on to say they were locking up the groceries and I would have to talk to them to get some. Too bad I also heard where they were putting the keys for the locks and I also had a job and money to get my own food.

I didn't want to spend my money on food because I had car insurance, gas and also saving up for school to put money towards, but food was essential so I would buy it if it came to that. I paced back and forth thinking of where I could go. I didn't really want to be in public, and there wasn't much to do in Forks anyways. I could go to Seattle, but it took four hours to get there and I had school tomorrow. Port Angeles was only an hour or so away but there wasn't a ton to do there either. I groaned in frustration. I should be out having fun! It's my senior year. I should be going to parties, hanging with my best friends, making out with guys in the back of their trucks. Not sitting alone in my bedroom craving nothing more than the cuts I wish to put on my wrist. I had been trying to hold back. My arms were raw and sore at all times, the only thing that kept me sane. I walked over to my bookshelf running my finger along all the old books I kept there. I had read them all many times and I needed some new ones. I should go to the library soon, or a book store. I picked up one of my favourite books. My Sisters Keeper by Jodi Picoult. She was such an amazing author and this book made me cry every time I read it. I thought about reading it again and decided if I didn't do my homework with my luck the teachers will check it tomorrow or have a quiz on it so I walked slowly back over to my desk.

The minute I sat down my phone buzzed from across the room. I thought about ignoring it, figuring it was Alice, but decided it was a pleasant distraction and got up to check the message.

Hey. I need your help on chemistry. Can you come over-E

Uhm. I guess. Address?-B

I didn't know why I was agreeing, he was a jerk and he hadn't even spoken to me since his freak out in the library. I knew this was only going to end badly, but hey I wanted out of my house right. Shouldn't I welcome this opportunity and go? He texted the address and I was in jeans and a oversized sweatshirt with my bad full of schoolwork over my shoulder. I grabbed my raincoat and locked my bedroom door on the way out. I rushed quickly and quietly through the house. I heard the game on in the living room and my mom's humming coming from the kitchen. I sprinted to the door and ran out, shutting it quickly and not looking back. I rushed to my car to get out of the rain and hopped in. my beauty started right up for me as always and I was on my way to Edward's house. Wow, I was going to his house after all this time. I couldn't believe I was actually going, I didn't know what made me decide this was a good idea. I pulled into his long winding driveway, not sure if this was the right place but hoping it was. Finally getting to the house I was awestruck. It was huge and beautiful.

The whole front of the house was made of old wood, but it was beautiful. There were huge bay windows on each floor and the house had a big garden and a garage almost the size of the house. It was amazing, something you only saw in movies or magazines that Hollywood stars lived in. I parked my car in the driveway and got out. I was just about to text Edward I was here, not really wanting to go to the door when I heard Emmett's booming voice. I knew who he was because he was always the loudest guy in the school. He was a jock but he was massive even for a football player.

"EDDIE!" he screamed. I cringed, the noise was so loud. I went towards the house under the awning to get out of the rain. The door opened and there stood Edward, looking slightly flustered and tired.

"Hi" I whispered, not wanting the silence to continue as we both looked at each other.

"Uh hi, come in" he said quickly. I nodded and walked in. he took my coat and hung it up for me and lead me up the stairs to a huge living area. It had a large grand piano in the corner with a 60" tv and big comfy looking couches. The walls were painted beautiful light colours and even on the stormy day tons of light was coming in the huge windows. It looked even more amazing on the inside if you could believe.

The floors were a beautiful hardwood and there were expensive looking paintings on the walls everywhere. Antique vases filled with lush beautiful flowers were on every table and there were candles lit to make it smell like a meadow. I inhaled deeply enjoying the smell that went along with the beauty when suddenly Edward cleared his throat. I snapped out of the trance.

"It's really beautiful in here" I said quickly, turning to see him smiling, clearly amused with what just happened.

"Yeah, my mom's an interior decorator. It gets redone every couple of months of so." He shrugged. I wanted to laugh. Every couple of months? That was madness… clearly this family had too much money. But instead I just nodded and looked around. Behind Edward there was a grand set of stairs that led up to the next floor and beside that I saw a wide arch and parts of what seemed to be an even more amazing kitchen than this living room. I would not mind living here.

"I'll give you a tour…" he mumbled. Clearly just wanting to go study.

"No its okay, we can go and do the stuff you needed help on"

"No... If I don't give you a tour. My mom will. And I'm sure I won't see you until tomorrow if that happens..." he trails off. I just nod and he leads the way. We go into the grand kitchen. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, huge chandelier above the table. All was expected. What wasn't expected was to see a sweet beautiful lady in her 50's rushing around the kitchen cooking up a storm.

"Oh my! You must be Bella" she said my name with an Italian swing in it. "You are so beautiful! Makes sense with your name of course…" she trails off giving me a huge hug. It wasn't expected but I hugged her back not wanting to be rude.

"I hope you like French cuisine! I'm cooking fresh croissants and some lovely boeuf bourguignon—which is just like a very fancy beef stew!" she explained with a movement of adding salt to the dish.

"Sounds delicious" I tell her. I wasn't much for French food, but I wasn't going to be rude.

"Great! I love a nice meal on a rainy day, don't you?" she asked smiling at me and she went back to work preparing the food. I can see Edward looking at my out of the corner of my eye so I turned towards him.

"Want to carry on?" he asks. I just nod.

He leads me up the stairs and there is a long area that was brightly lit considering the length of it and it was very wide. It could suffice as another living room but there were many doors and beautiful paintings. It was definitely just a hallway, but it was probably bigger than my house. As soon as we had gotten to the top of the stairs I noticed another stair way adjacent to it. He pointed to rooms and started naming off what they were.

"Dads den, dads office, moms yoga room, music room, art room, game room, guest room, another guest room, master bedroom, Emmett's room" he stopped as he pointed to the last door. Everyone's bedroom was on this floor except his. This was a shock to me. He started walking up the other set of stairs.

"This floor is only half the size of the floor below. There is my bedroom, which is actually the biggest room in the house which is odd…" he trailed off as we walked. "And there is two other guest rooms up here." He finished.

"How many bedroom and bathroom is this house?" I ask before I can stop myself.

"15 bedrooms if you include the couple rooms there is in the basement. There is 11 on this floor and the top floor, and 12 bathrooms. There is a bathroom connected to Emmett's room, the master bedroom of course, my bedroom and all the guest rooms and there's one connected to the game room. Then there's two on the first floor and two in the basement." He finished as he scratched his head.

By now we were at the top of the stairs and this floor was also brightly lit but there was less artwork and less doors. He led me to the very end to an elegant old looking set of French doors and he opened them up to a bedroom that could have been the empirical suite in a five star hotel. I sat with my mouth open staring. There was a huge four poster bed against the far wall, which wasn't a wall at all. It was windows. The only real walls there were the one the doors were on and the wall to the right where there were two other doors. The other two walls were elegant windows with huge curtains handing to the sides. It was amazing. He had a couch and a television, and a massive desk. There looked to be a walk in closet that was probably the size of my bedroom and a bathroom behind the two doors. Edward let me sit and gape at the room until he cleared his throat.

"Uhm so I was wondering if you could help me with the reactions we were doing on Friday…" he trailed off as he was again rubbing his hair back.

"Uhm yah sure… where should I put my books?" I asked. Not knowing if he worked on his bed or at his desk.

"Uhm I think we can both fit over there at my desk if you'd like..." he said. He sounded nervous. I was nervous too. We had been avoiding each other for over a week. Things were bound to be awkward. I walk over and take a seat on one of the comfy chairs he had at his desk. why he had two I had no clue but I moved the one I was on right to the right side of the desk so I'd have lots of arm room to write and wouldn't have to sit too close to him. He came and sat down on the other chair and set up his books exactly like he did in class. I wonder if he realized he had slight OCD. I almost said it aloud until I saw his face and he didn't look like he'd take too kindly to me saying that.

We started working, only giving one word answers unless I was explaining it to him. He seemed to get it the minute I started talking though which confused me. I wasn't that great at explaining things. Things got really quiet as we both worked on our homework questions. I didn't want to say anything; I didn't really have anything to say to him. I don't know why I even agreed to come over; I guess I wanted to see him even though it hurt me. I guess I just needed to know that it wasn't totally my fault and he wasn't going to just yell at me. I finished my questions and snuck a look at him from behind my curtain of hair. He was concentrating on his questions and the little furrow of his brows had me gasping slightly. Why did he need to be so attractive? Why did he need to hate me so much? I leaned over to grab some more work from my bag and as I came back up my chair swiveled his way and next thing I know his hands are rested on the chair on both sides of my head and his face is mere inches from mine. I inhale quickly getting a whiff of his intoxicating smell as he stares deeply into my eyes.

EPOV

I don't know why I invited her over here. I was bored, I knew how to do my chemistry, I had done it the other night and I really didn't want to do it again, but I needed to see her. I don't know what had me drawn towards her but I needed us to be friends. I could handle that. Friends would be good for both of us; we were lab partners so we should probably get along at some point. We were working quietly and I saw her finish her work beside me and sit there for a minute. I almost put mine away before deciding to watch what she would do. She leans over to grab some work out of her bag and her shirt sneaks up past her hips and I see her beautiful pale skin. I didn't think, I just reacted. She turned back towards the desk and I used my foot to turn the chair towards me.

I don't know what made me do it, I don't know if I was crazy, I don't know if this girl had some ability to change the real me as soon as she got close to me. But one minute I was doing my work, the next I was inches from her face staring deep into her beautiful brown eyes that seemed to be lacking the light I saw in them last time we were together. I wanted to kiss her, I shouldn't. I knew I shouldn't, but hell, when did I ever actually follow the rules? I hear her gasp at me as I inch closer to her face and I feel her breath fan out across my face. I hold back a groan. She is frozen in shock and I could kiss her so easily, I could touch my lips to her and hope she would forgive me for yelling at her. I could take her to my bed and take her for my own slowly and passionately. I would make her scream my name over and over again. She would be mine, as I would be hers. I put my hands on her forearms that are resting on the arms of the chairs and I go in for the kiss, closing my eyes and willing her to just kiss me back ….

"Fuck!" I yell as I land flat on my back on the floor. I rub my head that hit the ground and look up to see Bella rushing around the desk. She starts grabbing all her stuff shoving it into her bag in a big mess. I see tears pouring from her face and she holds herself together with her arms as best she can while she cleans up her stuff.

"Where are you going?" I growl at her. I don't mean to sound so nasty, but fuck man she just pushed my flat on my ass and that shit hurts.

"Home" she states as she sniffles back the tears that are pouring down her face. She's finished packing and I try to get up and ignore the pain in my back and my butt.

"Why?" I ask, trying to keep calm. I grab her arm trying to hold her here. I didn't mean to do that but fuck man she brings out the part in me I keep buried.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she screams. I shrink back, startled at where that came from. She runs to the door throwing it open and I see her bag leave my door last, papers scattered my doorway and I hear her rush down the stairs. I hear the front door open and slam and her car speed off down my winding driveway. I run my hand through my hair out of frustration. I go to the door and pick up all her papers and go in my room locking the door behind me. I knew it wouldn't be long before my mom came up demanding to know what happened. I didn't want to talk to her or anyone else right now. I just wanted to sit down and maybe punch a few things to get out this anger.

Why did I act like such a fucking pussy when she was around? I didn't need her, but as soon as she was anywhere near me all I wanted to do was kiss the hell out of those lips and hold her as close as I could. I lie on my bed and go to put the papers beside me when I notice what they are. I hold probably close to thirty sketches in my hands, hand drawn by Bella because her signature sits at the bottom right corner of every single one. I slowly start going through them, noticing how good they were. They were depressing drawings; people crying, war, and death and when I get near the end of the pile I drop the papers onto my lap. I couldn't believe my eyes. My mouth hangs open and I reach out and pick up the drawing I was looking at. I couldn't believe what I was holding in my hand could have been drawn by Bella. Why in the world would she draw this?

What's the drawing of guys? Can anyone guess ;) Anyone wish to live in the house Edward does? I know I would enjoy that very much… oh the joys of being rich! This chapter was a little short and I apologize. There wasn't much I could put in without giving future events away! Stay tuned!