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Tragedies and Sins

Summary:
In an alternate universe, the Cullens are human. The beautiful boy that sits next to Bella in Biology is cold, hard, and not exactly friendly. He doesn't speak to her; she doesn't speak to him. These two human beings resort to minimum interaction with each other. And yet, she finds herself falling for the man that she knew never had a clue. Slighty OOC.


Notes:
Hey guys! This is Tragedies and Sins, my second fanfic. Read, review, enjoy!


5. Chapter 5: Damn You Look Good and I'm a Virgin

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Bella’s PoV

“Night, Dad.” A call from the bottom of the stairs caused my dad to look up in surprise. I was beaming at him.

“Oh, goodnight, Bells. Sleep tight.”

I laughed and carefully made my way up the stairs, avoiding the loose board on the fourth step. After finally making it to the landing of the second floor, I walked into the bathroom and stepped in to take a shower. The lukewarm water pounding on my back was just cold enough to be refreshing, and when I got out, I wasn’t quite as tired as I was before.

Unsure of what to do, I walked into my bedroom and put on some boxer shorts and an old t-shirt. My bottom met the chair as I reclined by my desk, fiddling with my computer and the pens lying on the surface. I abandoned all hopes of becoming entertained, and my bed was looking even more comforting. I laid down, my head on the pillow, my eyes closed.

A favorite post-shower and pre-sleep ritual of mine was to daydream. Or nightdream, I suppose. But tonight, I was more focused on the events of the day than anything my imagination could cook up. The tingling sensation Edward’s hand left on neck and cheek just wouldn’t leave me alone. I could still imagine him resting his long and lean, well muscled arm across my back and shoulders.

Best of all was the feeling of fulfillment that rested in the pit of my stomach. It was a sense of both flattery, and gratitude. I wanted to run around, kick my legs, and pump my fist in the air.

However, amongst the unadulterated joy in me, I couldn’t help but feel a certain amount of suspicion. Why, after all these years of cold looks, indifference, and ignorance, had he come to me? Did Alice have something to do with it, or did he gather to balls to talk to me all on his own?

My worst fear was that Alice forced him to become my friend again. What if he just did what he did to appease her? The look in his eyes was genuine, but he always was a good actor.

That, I believe, was my worst trait. In every single aspect of my life, there was always that sliver of self-doubt.

A shrill ring of sound pierced the external quiet that was raging in the room. I leapt from my bed, blood pounding in my ears. Realizing the source of the noise, I collapsed onto the bed laughing at my ridiculous self. It was the cell phone on my desk, the one that I only used to satisfy Alice when she went on one of her rants.

I got up from the bed, and walked over to the phone. The caller ID read “Cullen Home,” so I answered, “Hey, Alice.”

His voice came through the speaker. “I’m shocked, Bella. I didn’t know my voice resembled Alice’s.”

Oh, I was well aware of the fact that Edward’s voice in no way resembled his sister’s. If it did, I’d have a few questions about my sexuality on hand.

Trying to knock my surprise right off its shelf, I acted nonchalant. “Oh, hi Edward.” Instead of in the sultry voice I attempted, my words sounded like they were forced from a five year old’s throat.

I heard a chuckle. “Hello, Bella. I know this is kind of random, but I just wanted to talk. Are you busy?”

“Oh, no, I was just, erm, thinking.”

“Okay.”

“So, yea.”

I smacked my head into my palm. What the hell was that? I was so socially inept.

Fortunately, he just laughed. “How are you?”

“I’m okay. I was really tired an hour or so ago, but now I’m not really.”

Ugh! What kind of loser gets really tired at nine?

“Am I keeping you awake?”

“Oh, no, of course not.” I wanted to say ‘Yes, but you would have even if you didn’t call.’ I bit my lip.

“Good. Bella?”

“Mmhmm?”

“I really am sorry for what happened between us. You didn’t deserve it.”

I smiled and looked down at my lap. “Thanks, Edward.”

“For what?”

“For patching things up. It means a lot to me.”

“I’m glad to hear it. So, what’s new?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded so normal, so upbeat. Not at all like he way whenever I usually saw him. He was always sulking, brooding, but now he sounded happy.

Did I make him happy?

I mentally slapped myself.

Stop thinking like that, Bella! He has a life other than you, you creeper.

“Not much, Edward. You?”

“Oh, nothing interesting. Can I ask you some questions?”

Questions? I didn’t like where this was going.

He spoke again after my long pause. “It’s alright, I don’t want to pry.”

My response came too quick after his words ended. “Oh, no! Its fine. Go ahead.”

The smile in his voice was evident. “Alright then. But you have to promise you’ll answer without thinking.”

“Um, okay.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

I didn’t even think about it, like he requested. “Emerald.”

“Interesting. Favorite food?”

“I like Italian.”

“Specifics?”

“Bruschetta.”

“Delicious.” The wonderful way he said the word made my knees go weak. Literally. I had to go sit down on the bed.

“Favorite book?”

“Wuthering Heights.”

“Seriously?”

I was offended. What did he have against it?

“Yes,” I said bluntly.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. I just thought you would read something with a little more… depth.”

“It has depth!”

“Okay! I’m sorry.”

I grumbled an acceptance. “Are you going to keep criticizing my reading selections, or are you going to keep interrogating me?”

“I think I’ll keep up with the interrogation. Do you want the good cop or the bad cop?”

The bad cop.

Bella!

What?

That was so scandalous of you.

It’s not like I said it out loud.

You really need to stop talking to yourself.

“A mixture of the two?” Was that okay? Did he think that was witty?

“Alright, whatever floats your boat. Favorite movie?”

“I don’t like movies.”

“Ah. What was your childhood like?”

I hesitated, but continued on to tell him the story of Renee and Charlie, and the divorce, and Phil, and practically raising both myself, and my mother.

“Was it hard? Growing up like that?”

“I think it would be for most people. But not for me. It’s just a part of who I am, I guess.”

“Well, you’re not most people, Bella.”

“Thanks?”

“It was a compliment, sweetheart.”

Did he just call me sweetheart?

What the heck?

I don’t know.

He laughed nervously. “Was that too forward?”

“No, it was fine.” I desperately tried to reassure him without letting on that I really, really liked it.

“Have you ever been in love?”

I paused. “No.”

“Oh.”

“You sound disappointed. Were you expecting a long drawn out novel about how I fell in love and eloped with some guy with long wavy hair? No thank you.”

“You sound like you’re against relationships.”

“I’m not so much as against relationships as I am against the consequences.”

“Consequences?”

“The strings attached. You know, guys not calling back, ignoring your texts, break ups, make ups.”

“You sound experienced. Have you been in a lot of relationships?”

“No. This is kind of embarrassing. Can I tell you something I haven’t even told Alice?”

“You can always trust me, Bella.”

“Alright. Well, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Ever.”

Damn. That’s the first time I’ve ever said it out loud. I’m such a loser. Edward is never going to like me like that. I’m going to be a lonely old cat lady. With lots of cats.

“Bella? Can I tell you something?”

“You can always trust me, Edward.” I smirked at the repetition.

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, Bella.”

I leapt up from my position on the bed.

What?!

What?!

What?!

I heard you the first time.

“For real?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” His playful mocking of himself made me giggle. “Does that come as a surprise to you?”

“Well, duh! You’re Mr. Edward Cullen, king of the whole fucking high school. What about that girl Tanya? And Jessica? And Lauren?”

“Bella, calm down. I went on one date with each of those girls. And they asked me. And I ended it immediately. I hardly consider those relationships at all.”

“You only went on one date with them?”

“Of course. Would I lie to you?”

“No… But Jess and Lauren said…”

“Said what?”

I could feel myself blushing. “They said you, um.”

“What, Bella?”

“They said you slept with them.” My voice was a mere squeak.

“What?!” he bellowed in my ear.

“Don’t kill the messenger!”

“Sorry, but that was kind of a shock to me! Who did you hear this from?”

“I heard it from Jessica and Lauren.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“Edward?”

“Yes?” I could practically see him squeezing the bridge of his nose.

“Did you sleep with them?”

“Bella! Of course not! What kind of person do you take me for?”

A completely adorable and alluring person whom I want to sleep with.

“A nice person who doesn’t get unreasonably mad at people named Bella?” I squeezed out of my very tight throat.

He started laughing, but it wasn’t his usual laugh. It sounded more free, more relaxed. Eventually I joined in and started giggling. In no time, I was laying down on my back, holding my sides.

After our laughs and chuckles subsided, there was a comfortable pause. A question was burning at the forefront of my mind, and I couldn’t help but ask it.

“Edward, are you a virgin?” It slipped out quietly, and he didn’t respond. I began to think that I was too quiet, and he didn’t hear me, when he said something.

“Yea.” His voice was just as quiet and somber as my own. “I am.”

“Me too.”

“Can I ask you a couple more questions?”

“Of course.”

Our conversation went on for a while longer, usually taking the form of Edward asking a variety of questions, and my responses. Sometimes the questions were light, casual, and the answers followed suit. But some were provocative, in a good way, of course. I realized that I could be myself with Edward, without being self-conscious.

It was like a breath of long awaited fresh air.

I glanced over at the clock. It read thirteen minutes past midnight.

“Oh, shit, Edward. I have to go to sleep.”

“It’s only twelve.”

“Alright, don’t make fun of the girl without a life. I need my sleep.”

He chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

“Night, Edward.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

I smiled and closed my phone.

Was it just me, or did he actually sound serious when he said sweetheart?

He was just joking.

I think.