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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.story banner

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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6. Chapter 6

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Chapter 6... Bella's POV

The next morning was even worse, but I made it to the bathroom the second time around. After I had cleaned up the mess from the first one. The door was closed, my dad had left for work already, and I stood in the bathroom with my palm against the mirror above the sink. The glass was still fogged from my shower. Slowly, I slid my skin across the glass and pulled my arm towards me. I took in a long jagged breath. I had been afraid to do anything about Friday. I chose to react as if nothing happened, but I felt it. I still felt him. Although I didn't want to admit it, I wasn't sorry for what happened. As if I would tell him that. Because the truth was... I didn't really hate him. I couldn't.

I knew enough from watching movies, that this sickness was not a good sign. Geez, it hasn't even been a week so it can't be too serious. It must have been the amount of alcohol I had or something. Nothing else could have happened. Not to me anyway.

I let my towel fall to the ground, and I just stared at myself. I was still the same person. I looked the same. Consciously, I placed my hand against my abdomen. After only a moment, I shook my head and rolled my eyes. As if.

I made it to school right before the first bell, so I had a few minutes before I'd be pain staking late. I made it to English at the same time as everyone else. And for reasons unknown to me, I was smiling. One minute I'm angry, and the next I'm happy. What was wrong with me?

"Hey." Angela said happily, sitting down in the desk next to mine.

"Hi." I smiled, turning a page in my novel.

"Did you do last night's homework?" She asked me. I opened my eyes for a second and closed them.

"When have I ever not had my homework done?"

I heard Jessica sit down behind me, and I turned around to say hello. It wasn't Jess sitting there.

"Hello, Bella." Edward said. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't look angry.

"Did you lose your way?" I asked, looking at him in confusion.

"That's my seat." Jessica said, coming up beside him. She had one hand on her waist, the other wrapped around Shakespeare's complete works.

"Is it?" Edward said, without looking away from me. I could hear Jessica's jaw drop open.

"Yea it is, so if you'd please move."

"Last time I checked, there wasn't a seating plan in this class." His voice was ignorant of the trouble it would cause. Angela spoke up, because I wasn't going to.

"Its okay, Jessica, you can sit on the other side of me here." With a death glare and an over-dramatic sigh that only she could do, Jessica went at sat where Angela pointed out.

"Nice job." I said sarcastically. I started to turn around to the front of the room. I felt his cold, familiar, fingers on my arm. I closed my eyes and almost shuddered at the promise they kept.

"Hey. " He whispered, leaning forward in his seat. "I heard you were sick yesterday. Are you feeling better now?" I could almost hear actual concern in his voice. "Because if it continues, you know..." I took a deep breath and opened my eyes. I knew that it wasn't concern for me.

"Look. It's nothing to be worried about. It was just a onetime thing." I gave him a satisfied look. "We can go back to the way it was now, thanks." I said. I turned around, but his hand stayed on my arm. After a moment, he let go. I rested my elbow on my desk and placed by chin in my palm. Closing my eyes for a slight minute, I kept myself from turning back to see if I had hurt him. There goes my sudden burst of happiness. Now all I wanted to do was crawl back under my covers at home.

Edward's POV

I found out that there was nothing that I could do to get her to talk to me. There was also nothing I could do but believe her when she told me that it really was the flu she had. The curious impulses that shrouded my mind screaming "She's pregnant, she's pregnant!" Suddenly died down. She didn't look at me for the rest of the day, or the rest of the week. When the weekend came around again, I was almost to the point to where I believed things may actually be back to the way they were, however reason I may not want it to be. Bella had obviously done something to fix the mess that I had gotten her into.

On Sunday, I went shopping with my sister to a near-by shopping centre. She had begged for 15 minutes before I gave in, anything more than that would have driven me crazy. I left her to browse in a clothing store while I went into an outdoor shop one more floor up. I skimmed my fingers along the metal shelves that held the different outdoor equipment. When I got to the fishing rods, I stopped and looked at them. Come on, Alice. I don't have all day. I thrummed my fingers on the shelf.

"Planning on going fishing?" A voice said from behind me. I turned and saw an almost middle-aged man with dark curly hair and a knowing smile on his face.

"No. I'm just finding a place to hang out while my sister shops downstairs." I said truthfully. He just grinned.

"Aw. I see." He said. He came up beside me and grabbed a roll of fishing line. I felt the sudden urge to impress him.

"I mean, I've gone fishing all the time. I usually go with my dad."

"That's good." He said while staring at the back of the package in his hands. He threw it into the basket under his arm. "If I could only get my daughter to do things like that with Have a good time with whatever you do. That made no sense." He laughed, walking away.

I met my sister at the front doors half an hour later; she had bags in both hands.

"Have fun?" She asked with a pounce in her step.
"Sure." I rolled my eyes.

"I knew you would."

And my life continued this way, normal for my family and I, and I only took moments here and there to think of Bella. Only when she walked past me and I could smell her perfume. Or if someone brought her name into a conversation.

"Bella's looking at you." Jasper said from beside me in the cafeteria a few weeks later. I stopped chewing for a moment and looked up. I caught her eye, she looked almost scared. As if she wasn't really looking at me in the first place. I could see her bite her lip, and then she turned away and joined in on her conversation with her friends. I looked to see what Jasper was looking at, because his fork was frozen half way to his mouth. Following his gaze, I saw Alice.

Kissing someone else.