Chapter Fifteen
Edward had been surprisingly polite to Bella for the next few days.
She was somewhat concerned as to what that could mean, almost certain that he was lulling her into a false sense of security, ready to dump her unceremoniously into a big, steaming, vat of trouble and pain.
"Hey, Bella," he said, smiling brightly across at her as she stepped into the canteen. He kicked the chair opposite him, the legs scraping across the floor as he pushed it out, indicating that she should take a seat there.
Bella looked around quickly as she grabbed an apple and a sandwich from the table, wondering if there was anyone else she could possibly sit with. She heaved a sigh and straightened her back, preparing herself for the worst as she made her way over to him and took the offered chair.
"Hi," she replied, her fingers struggling with the packaging of her sandwich.
She never could figure out how to open these.
"Here." Edward reached across the table, taking the offending sandwich from her hands and ripping the cellophane open with ease, sliding it back across to her. She nodded her thanks and picked up her lunch, taking a dainty bite. "It went really well this morning, didn't it?"
She nodded slowly, swallowing quickly.
Edward smiled as he pushed his unopened water toward her.
She smiled gratefully, loosened the cap and took a long drink.
"Thanks," she muttered. "I suppose it's going okay."
"Okay?" He looked at her, his brow furrowed. "Were you not there this morning?" He laughed.
"What do you want me to say, Edward? 'Oh yeah, it's going amazingly, we've both worked really hard and I'm impressed with the direction the film is going in' only for you to turn around and tell me I think highly of myself?" She shrugged her shoulders and slouched down in her chair slightly, studying his face carefully.
He actually looked slightly affronted as he sat up straighter.
"Why would I say something like that, Bella?"
"Oh, I don't know… perhaps because you've been putting me down at every opportunity?"
He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair and Bella watched as his copper locks stood on end.
"I don't even know why I bother trying to be nice," he grumbled as he stood and stalked off.
Bella exhaled loudly and watched him walk away, mentally kicking herself for her behavior.
He had been extremely nice to her since the interview a few days before.
He was noticeably trying to be nicer to her, for whatever reasons he may have, but Bella didn't believe that she should let him off the hook so easily.
He'd already shown that he could change his mood at any given moment. She'd give it a couple more days before he was back to his usual self.