What We Become
All human. Edward, the ghost of the school, has seen her from afar, but has never approached her. He and Bella have come to an unspoken agreement:don't talk to me and I won't talk to you.Hate is always the feelings that arise. With one night together, Bella becomes pregnant. What will happen? Will they find away to love one another? There's always a sneak peek at my next chapter on my site.
So here it is. A brand new story. I just need a little input from you, my fabulous readers and reviewers. While you read this story, think of what I should do to make it better. I mean I have a vague outline, but it is still changeable. I’ve changed the Bella character a bit, but she hasn’t changed in essence. Does that sound cheesy? It probably does.
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10. Chapter 10
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I sat with my back up against my bed. Everything was in shadows, the only light coming from the moonlight outside. I pushed a lock of hair out of my eyes and then sighed, sliding my fingers over the face in the picture in my hands. I closed my eyes.
If only you were here...
I took a moment to breathe and then opened my eyes once more. I worked the courage up to put the picture back in the shoe box at my feet. I closed the lid, sat up on my knees, and pushed the box as far as it would go under my bed. No one would find it there. I scratched at my dry eyes, and then headed down the stairs and into the hall. My dad's grey socks, with his feet inside them, hung over the side of the couch. I watched from a distance. The lights from the television created dances on the walls around me. I could barely hear the television, only when the audience on the sitcom laughed did I know that the volume was on. I had no idea if my dad was asleep or not, so I walked to the corner wall, holding it for support, and looked behind the wall at the sofa. His eyes were closed, one arm spread out over the floor, the other on his stomach. He must have fallen asleep after the baseball game at ten. Looking at the clock on the wall, it was almost 1am. With a breath verging on hysterical, I walked to the closet and slid my coat on. A moment later I was walking down the deserted street on my way to where I shouldn't be going.
Detention was one I had never had...
I showed up early of course, but Edward was already there. He smiled when I walked in. His eyes were not smiling, however. I didn't smile back, but went straight to the farthest desk away from him.
"No." Mrs. Alquire said as I was about to sit down. I had my iPod in my hand ready to help me block out my thoughts. I turned to look at the teacher.
"No music, and I slid those desks together for a reason. You're the only two rule breakers here, and I'd rather not have to keep my eyes in two places at once." Her eyebrows rose, she was doing this on purpose, the hag.
"Sit. There." She pointed at the desk next to Edward. I shifted my gaze and met his eyes half way. Oh my God... was all I thought as I swore and sat down in the desk right next to Edward. I slid to the very edge of the seat. Away from him. "Good." Mrs. Alquire announced as I cuped my head in my chin and turned my head to stare out the window. We sat like this for 5 minutes. And then she sat up. "I think I'm going to get myself a spot of lunch. I'll be back."
I huffed as the door closed behind her. Edward coughed beside me, trying to get my attention, but I didn't budge. I tighted my hand on my thigh, begging the teacher to come back. I knew he was moving the instant I felt the air tense. His hand covered mine perfectly, and I didn't move it away. It felt so good. I turned my head and looked at him. His eyes were closed. One of his hands covered mine, the other lay flat on the desks between us. I watched him carefully, taking in his strained expression. I lifted my hand and placed my index and middle finger on his temple. His hand clenched around mine, his other lifting and taking hold of my fingers. He brought them to his lips without opening his eyes.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, lowering his hand that still held mine. He opened his eyes, but didn't look at me. "For getting angry." He finished when I didn't answer him.
"I suppose it was to be expected. I just didn't think you'd figure out.. that you would ever. know."
"Well I do. And I should. And planning on keeping that from me is a hard line. Especially for you." His voice got louder. I sighed.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I murmured. Edward turned and looked me straight in the eyes. I glared back.
"I think you know, Bella." I opened my mouth to say something rude. "All this stuff that you keep hidden from everyone. From Rosalie. From me. It's piled up to the point where you're not even the same person you were back in middle school. I'm right, I know." I didn't answer, and turned my head away from him. He tighted his hands around mine, but used both of ours to turn my head back. He leaned his forehead against mine. "Please stop turning away from me." He whispered. His eyes were so close. Memories, vague as they were, came rushing back. I could hardly breathe. He lifted his chin and grazed his lips against mine. I wanted to cry. Why did he do this to me? I sighed, breathing in his complete essence. "And yet you hate me so much." He finished.
He dropped one of my hands, only to grasp it with the other so that both my hands were held prisoner in one of his. He lifted his free hand and pushed back my hair. I could hear and feel my heart beating so fast. He let his hand rest behind my ear, and slid his cheek against mine. My body heated up. " I know your body wants me." He all but growled. He pulled me into the chair with him. I was practically in his lap.
"The teacher..." I gasped.
"Won't be back from some time." He let go of my head, trailing his hand down my back. My body arched into him at the contact. I was angry with myself now. "See," he whispered. "I just can't seem to fathom why on earth your mind just can't stand me." He slid his hand underneath me. He looked me in the eye again.
"I've always wondered what exactly I did wrong." He stopped and just stared at me. He dropped his gaze. "This would be where you answered."
I opened my mouth, shut it, and then repeated. I couldn't tell him. I barely knew myself. I pulled my hands away from him, and slid back into the seat. His hands wrapped around my waist.
"Please don't, Bella. Don't pull away from me. Please."
"I.. I can't.. I can't..." A tear tryed to make its way out, but I held it back, shaking my head. The door opened and Mrs. Alguire came in. Edward let go of me, and I pulled back and out of the seat. The teacher watched me rise.
"Oh. yes, it's about that time. You may leave." I got out of there as quickly as possible.
I walked down the street. The tension eased once I was past Marcus' place and into the lighted area. The area that had street lamps. I pulled my arms tighter around myself. It was cold here. Almost December. It was hard to believe that almost two months ago, not any of this had happened at all.
When I got to his house, I stood outside the building. Just watching. There was no movement, but a light was on in Edward's bedroom. I don't know how long I stood there for, but when I heard a car come up behind me. I slid into the shadows. A man, young looking, but with an old essence, stepped out of the black Mercedes. I didn't even think about how much money he spent on it. This must be his father. He was wearing dress pants, and a nice warm looking wollen trench coat. I sighed. He stopped half way up the hallway. I was almost sure he saw me. but he continued up the walk and into the house without saying or doing anything to prove my guesses.
Edward must be happy, with or without me. He had it all. The money, the family, the knowledge. A future. I turned around and headed back up the street. Back home.
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