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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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7. Chapter 7

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Bella's POV

I had been dreading this moment for weeks now. It's not like anything like this could truly happen to me, right? God was I scared. I tapped the plastic against the sink while humming Christmas songs. Another thing I did when I was nervous.

I watched Edward carefully as he sat with Jasper Hale at a table in the cafeteria. His brow was furrowed, and it looked as if he only cared about getting his lunch into his mouth. After only a moment, he looked up and met my eyes. Just then when I saw the emotion and concern in his eyes, it's like I knew the truth down. It came rushing up on me and I had to look away before he figured it out. I couldn't deal with this now.

I tilted my head as I watched myself in the mirror that was screwed to the back of the bathroom door. I guess it's a good thing my father wasn't home. Okay, better look at it before I loose my mind. I laughed bitterly and then brought the pink pregnancy test to my face...

Edward's POV

There are some things that are so hard to face. Like death, and your little sister when she's having an "attack" of sorts. Well, not an attack, but an epiphany.

She knows everything. She has got to be the gossip girl of the school. There's nothing that goes on that she doesn't know about. Except the obvious. I mean, she has plenty of her own friends, and she has her future all in high gear and everything. But the fact that she can't see something when it is right in front of her face, just makes me want to grab her by the ears and give her a good shake.

The whole thing with Jasper. I had to literally spell it out to her.

We sat side by side on the reclining sofa, staring at the television but not really absorbing what was going on. It was just something we did to pass the time. When some would draw or colour as children, we watched the tv, but not what was going on within it.

"So who's the new beau?" I asked her, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the heaping bowl in her lap. She adjusted her legs to make them more comfortable.

"I don't know what you're talking about." A piece of buttered corn flew from her mouth. I rolled my eyes.

"What's his name, Alice?" I nudged. She sighed and took a drink from her soda. After she had placed it back on the glass end table beside her, she answered my question.


"Ah. I thought he looked familiar." I mused lightly. Alice turned and looked at me.

"You don't like him."

"No. He's a nice guy." I shifted in my seat.

"But not nice enough, right? God, Edward you are so judgemental!" She stood up and looked down at me, her face starting to get red.

"No he's not. I don't like the guy."

"You don't like anyone. That's why you're such a loner, and you know what? No one likes you either." She was completely pissed. I shrugged my shoulders. I could care less. It was just the reason that she would try to hurt me like that that made me get up and leave. Obviously she was too much of a child to admit to anything. I heard her harumph behind me and stopped.

"By the way," I turned around. "I don't like Tyler, because I think there's someone better for you." She watched me carefully and then folded her arms with a glare.

"Who did you have in mind?"

"Jasper." I said. Her jaw dropped open.

"Yeah, right. I think both people have to have feelings for that to work out." She raised her eyebrows.

"You don't have feelings for him? Funny, I always thought you did. I mean, growing up you always shut up whenever he was around. Always volunteering to come with us wherever we went. It's only natural you would."

"What do you mean? I liked Jasper. I mean I do... I mean.." It finally sunk in. "You mean... he?" This is where I raised my eyebrows at her. She stuttered, but came towards me. "Jasper doesn't like me. He wouldn't even talk to me whenever I was around. He completely ignored me. He still does. He can't stand me. I've barely heard his voice in my entire life! He's a complete mystery to me."

"And yet you like him. And believe me, sister, he likes you. Maybe more than you think. He's just afraid of you for some reason." I began to turn around.

"And you like Bella. Maybe more than you think." Alice said. I didn't stop, but kept walking.

Bella's POV

I wiped my wrist across my nose and sniffed. Returning my arm beside my other which were holding my legs up against my chest, I rocked back and forth. My tears had dried up, but I could feel them clouding up behind my eyes, just waiting for any sign of weakness. The light from the bathroom was bright, and I had a splitting headache. The rug underneath my feet gave me the shivers. I couldn't make myself stand up. I could barely make myself breath. When my father came home, I just sat there. A few minutes later I heard his knock on the door.

"Bella, are you in here?" His voice was worried. I coughed.

"Yes." I said loudly, wiping my eyes with a wad of toilet paper.

"Is something wrong?" His voice lowered. I didn't answer him. I saw the door knob turn, and then he hesitated, probably wondering what my dress state was like in here. "Can I come in?"

"Yes." I stood up and the door opened. He immediatly took in my tears and sighed.

"What's wrong? Who hurt you?"

"No one." I whispered.

"Why are you crying? Bella, answer me." He came towards me and gently grabbed my arms.

"Just a bit emotional. I uh.. didn't get a very good mark on one of my tests. That's all." I tried to smile, but it didn't work.

"Is that all?" He said with a half smile. I nodded solemnly. "Clean yourself up. I'll make supper tonight." I nodded again. He left the room and I collapsed onto the bathroom counter, a fresh wave of tears drowning me.

He couldn't know. He wouldn't. No one could. What would they think of me? I can just see it now... That whore...

The inevitable truth.

I had missed a crucial date.

There was proof now. I leaned over and covered the test again with piles of toilet paper. With a short breath, I tied to bag closed.

I was pregnant.