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The Girl With The Glasses

Bella Swan has had a hard life. At 17, she's had to go through her mother dying and moving to Forks where she's known as the nerd with not even one friend. The only thing that keeps her going every day is her art. It's a form of therapy for Bella. So when Edward Cullen steps into her life and tries to befriend her, she doesn't know what to do. Luckily, the one person she trusts the most is there to guide her in the right direction, and helps her find a true friend. AH. **Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight**Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


3. Confessions

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Chapter Three


I wake up for school the next morning and honestly have no idea what to expect. Will he talk to me, or will he pretend I don’t exist? Will he stick up for me when Jake tortures me, or will he continue to be a bystander? I sigh and get dressed.

When I get to my locker, Jake and his posse-including Edward-are just a few down, talking to Natalia, the popular cheerleader who’s currently dating Jake, but secretly wants Edward. She’s not hiding anything, everybody can tell. Except for Jake, of course, but he’s worse than a pothead who’s smoked one too many joints.

I look at Edward, and for a moment he meets my gaze. I smile slightly, but it falters when he looks away.

Great, I think, now he’ll never talk to me again. You should have pushed him away and not kissed him back!

But it felt so good, I argue with myself.

And I can’t argue with that.


I storm into the art room, pissed off. Not one single form of contact. How dare him.

“Whoa, somebody’s a little angry!” Mr. Riley says. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The stupid boy you stuck me with in here is what’s going on,” I mutter.

“What did he do?”

“He kissed me, and then chose to ignore me all day!” I fume.

“Do I need to kick him out of here?”

“No, let him suffer for today.”

Then he walks in. I can’t even look at him. I chomp on my sandwich and stare at my painting.

“Well, I’ll just leave you two alone, I have some errands to run,” Mr. Riley says. As he passes me I mutter,

“I hate you,” to him. He just winks at me and leaves. Grr, stupid teachers.

I give Edward the silent treatment for the next hour. The only sounds are chewing and painting. I hope it’s eating him alive inside. I’m actually surprised he didn’t ditch when Mr. Riley left.

I can’t even work today. All I can think about is that kiss, and then today. Great, now I can’t even paint to escape from everything. Maybe I need to give that shrink a second shot.

The bell rings, so I grab my bag and quickly go to the door, avoiding Edward.

When is my life ever that simple?

“Bella, wait.” God, he seems to say that a lot.

His hand is on my arm, holding me back. I jerk out of his touch. “What?” I ask in a low voice.

“Do you hate me, Bella?” He grabs my arm again.

Oh gee, I don’t know, just a little. “Yes.”

“Tell me why.”

I spin around and glare at him. “Because you show up at my door, give me the best kiss ever, run out, and don’t speak to me all day! I know you don’t want to ruin your image. I’m sure you were up all night, wondering how you were going to put the pieces back together after I told everybody that you kissed the school freak. The school loser. I bet you were pretty surprised when you found out I haven’t told anybody yet. I should tell everybody after what you’ve put me through. What I don’t get is why you couldn’t just come to me. Tell me why you ran out. Why you want nothing to do with me. Just-“

His lips were on mine.


I don’t think I could ever get used to Edward’s kisses. They were like a drug to me. I hope I never have to be without them again.

He breaks away while still holding my face between his palms. “Silly Bella, I’m not worried about my image. I could care less about that, as long as you’ll have me. I ran yesterday because of the look on your face. You looked like I was disgusting, a monster. I thought you hated me, not because I was horrified at you. I kissed you for a reason, Bella. I like you.” His voice held such honesty that I couldn’t help but believe him.

Wait, did Edward just say he liked me? Like, in a romantic way?

I’m so shocked that I forgive myself for the stupid word that comes out of my mouth. “What?”

“I like you a whole lot, Bella. As more than a friend. That’s why I kissed you,” he said slowly, a smile on his face.

“Really?” I ask, again sounding like an idiot. Does he have to spell it out for you Bells?

“Yes, really,” he grins. He leans down and pecks my lips again. I close my eyes and sigh in happiness.

“So knowing that, will you please go on a date with me after school?” he asks, turning those bright emerald eyes on me, making it nearly impossible for me to say no.

But there was still the nagging voice in my head, reminding me that this was the guy that let Jake torture me. The guy who didn’t physically do anything, but did a number on me mentally.


“And they lived happily ever after.” My mom closed the book and kissed the top of my head.

“Mommy? Why did the princess marry the prince that made fun of her?” my five year old self asks.

“Well, sweetie, the prince may have done some terrible things to the princess, but he did things to win her heart, and she forgave him. They were in love. The princess listened to her heart, and not her mind,” mommy explained.

“Hearts speak?” I ask curiously.

She laughed. “When the time comes, you’ll know when your heart talks to you, baby. Always listen to your heart and not your mind, it will always lead you in the right direction. That’s why I married your daddy. I listened to my heart.”

“I promise, mom,” I say, leaning into her warm embrace.


Listen to your heart, Bella. Not the stupid, annoying voice telling you to leave and never speak to him again. Your heart’s telling you to go on the date. At least get to know the guy.

And who am I do deny my mom’s wishes?

“Okay,” I say quietly, looking into his eyes.

“Seriously?” he says like he can’t believe I actually agreed. Not in a bad way, though.

“Seriously,” I nod, smiling.

“Fantastic! Meet me at my car after school, okay? Do you know where I usually park?” he asks. I just nod again because, really, who doesn’t know that Edward Cullen has the second best parking spot in the entire school? The one in the shade in case the sun makes its rare appearance, and the one closest to the school doors.

“Great. I’ll see you later,” he grins. Edward kisses my forehead and leaves the art room.

It takes me a second to recover from what just happened to me in the past five minutes, and I only snap out of it when Mr. Riley walks through the door with a smug look on his face. He clearly saw Edward kiss my forehead.

“Looks like you two sure made up,” he mocks.

“I still hate you,” I say to him, and walk out after playfully shoving his shoulder.


I’m a nervous wreck when the final bell rings and I’m heading to the parking lot. Everyone starts to stare at me when I get to Edward’s shiny Volvo. He’s leaning against the drivers’ door, looking all sexy when he runs his hand through his hair.

“Hey,” I say to the silent group around Edward. Everybody’s just gawking like they can’t believe I had the nerve to come over here.

“Hey Bella,” Edward smiles. He goes around the front of the car and opens the passenger door for me. I hurry over and climb in, thankful for the tinted windows so the crowd couldn’t see me sweating bullets. Edward gets into the car and smiles at me. “I’m excited,” he tells me.

I’m starting to think this is a cruel joke being played on me.

“I’m scared shitless,” I mutter.

Whoops! He heard me.

“Bella, if you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. I can just bring you home,” he whispers.

“No!” I say loudly. “No, I want to go, really I do. It’s just, we’re two very different people,” I say hesitantly. “Very.

He sighs loudly. “I guess we might as well get this over with right now.” He turns in his seat to face me. “Bella,” he says seriously, and doesn’t continue until I’m looking into his eyes. “To other people, we are different. To other people, I’m the popular jock and you’re the geek. To me, we’re not different. From our one and only conversation, we both love classical music, we both love Italian food, and we both have deep, dark secrets.” He raises an eyebrow at me. I

blush. “But we also have our differences, like most couples. You love art, I suck at art. I love sports, you don’t even watch them.”

“Hey! I’ve been known to watch baseball a few times!” I jump in defensively. He just raises his eyebrow again, a smirk playing on his face.

“Fine,” I grumble. “Twice.” He chuckles at that.

“Now, will you please stop worrying about our “social classes,” he makes air quotes around social classes, “And have fun with me?”

“Yes,” I nod. “I’m ready. Now can you please get the heck out of here? The confused stares are creeping me out.”

Edward looks out the window and laughs. “People,” he mumbles.

He puts the car in reverse and speeds out of the parking lot. I grip the door handle to make sure I don’t fly out the windshield. “Do you normally drive this fast?” I ask breathlessly.

He takes one look at me and burst out laughing. “Bella, you’re fine. I haven’t been in one single accident yet.”

“But I’m a danger magnet! Anything can happen when I’m anywhere,” I say, trying to convince him to slow down.

“You’re fine,” he says again.

“Edward, please,” I plead. I’m starting to panic now. Automobiles+fast+me=not so good memories.

He sees that written on my face, I can tell. His face softens when he looks at me. I’m trying to hold back tears as everything rushes back to me. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he slows down to five mph over the speed limit.

“Don’t say those words,” I say almost angrily. He grabs my left hand instead and I calm instantly. It’s like my worries and memories melt away when he touches me. Nobody has ever made me feel that way before, other than my parents.

“Where are we going?” I ask, breaking the tension-filled silence.

“I’m taking you bowling,” he grinned.

“What! Edward, I don’t even watch sports, you think I can play them!?” I’m freaking out here. Is he joking?

“Relax, I’m going to teach you. I promise that when this date is over, you’ll be a bowling pro,” he says calmly.

“I’m not so sure about this, but I trust you,” I say nervously.

“Good,” he says, flashing me that crooked grin that made my heart flutter.

We sat in silence, still holding hands on the console. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m going on a date, let alone with Edward Cullen.

We pull into the bowling alley parking lot. By this time I’m thoroughly convinced that my bowling ball is going to end up on my foot, and then Edward is going to have to rush me to the emergency room. “Edward, this is really not a good idea,” I try one more time to get out of it.

“For the last time, Miss Bella, we are going to bowl, and you will not hurt yourself!” he laughs. He gets out of the car, comes around to my side, and holds his hand out. I take it and he helps me out of the car. When the door is closed, Edward wraps his arm around my waist. He sure gets comfortable quite quickly. “You ready?” he asks me.

I gulp loudly.


“Edward!” I laugh. I’m standing by the machine where the bowling balls come up from the lane, waiting for Edward to stop making me laugh so I can concentrate on throwing the ball.

We’re on our second game of bowling, and so far I haven’t had any injuries, but I have had a whole lot of fun. Edward’s a great guy, and it makes me wonder why he hangs out with the people he does. I can tell his smiling and laughing is genuine, too, so I know this date isn’t a dare or a fluke. Which makes it that much better.

So anyways, I finally stop laughing and focus enough to throw the ball. Only when I squint my eyes to figure out where to throw the ball do I feel Edward’s arms wrap around my waist. I nearly drop the ball, but his hands prevent that from happening.

His lips kiss my neck softly. “You are beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, then puts his chin on my shoulder.

“Thanks,” I blush. Aren’t first dates supposed to be awkward and weird, with zero touching? I’m not so sure how comfortable I am with Edward’s excessive holding and kissing on the first date.

I have to stop it, so I say, “Okay, okay, let me throw the ball!” He sighs playfully and backs away, and for the first time today, I’m glad Edward gave me some space.


“Thanks for the ride home. I had a great time today, it was fun.” Edward had put his car in park on the side of the road in front of my house.

“Me too. You’re a very fun girl, Bella Swan,” Edward grins. “I’m glad you agreed to go out with me. And I’d be extremely pleased if you would go out with me again. Sometime soon.”

Well, how could I say no to that adorable face? But before I agree to a second date, I need to address the whole too-comfortable-too-soon thing.

“I will, but I need to talk to you about something.”

His look at me is nothing but concerning. “Okay.”

“Edward,” I start nervously, “Not that I don’t love your kisses and touches, but, could you possibly keep them to a minimum for now? I mean, we’ve only just had our first date, and for me, it was my first date ever, so I’m not really comfortable with this just yet.” I breathe a sigh of relief when my little speech is over. It feels good to get that off my chest.

Edward nods. “I can do that. I’m sorry for making you feel uncomfortable. Next time just shout it out, I’ll get the message,” he smiles. “Besides, I don’t want to drive you away from me.”

Oh thank God he took that well.

“Thank you,” I tell him. “That means a lot to me.”

Edward suddenly digs out his cell phone. “Here, give me your number and I’ll call you later, okay?”

Internal squeal! Edward Cullen wants my number!

I give him my number after warning him that I don’t have a cell phone, so he’ll be taking the risk of my father answering.

“You’re dad’s a cop, right?”

“Yep. Don’t worry though, he’s harmless once he gets to know people. He likes to play the “Protective Daddy” role,” I tell him.

We sit and talk about a few other things before I tell him I have to go and cook supper for my dad. He thinks it’s great I cook for my father every night.

Edward leans in and kisses my cheek after I smile, telling him it is okay. Edward’s pulling away when a loud knock on his window sounds through the car. I jump about ten feet into the air as I see my dad’s face looking in at us.

“Dad!” I yell, hurrying to get out of the Volvo.

“Hello, Bella. Who’s your friend here?” Charlie asks me. Edward hears and fumbles to get out of the car. I’m sure he never thought he would have to meet Charlie for a long time.

“My name is Edward, sir.” He holds out his hand for Charlie to shake, which he does.

“Edward took me bowling after school,” I inform my dad.

“Like on a date?” If Charlie’s eyebrows rose any higher, they might fall off.

“Yes, dad, it was a date. Now if you’re done poking into my personal life, Edward needs to get home to do homework.” I throw Edward “I’m sorry” eyes, to which he throws me back the crooked grin.

“Just take care of my baby, you hear?” Oh boy, could he get any more embarrassing? My cheeks are flushed, yet again.

“I’ll do my best, sir,” Edward promises.

“Call me Charlie,” my dad says, which means he’s warming up to the idea of Edward.

“Charlie,” Edward grins.

“That’s right. Now go home, son, and do your homework. Gotta keep those grades up to date my baby girl!”

Oh geez.

Edward nods, gives me a smile, and drives away.

“A boyfriend?” Charlie asks me.

I roll my eyes. “Not yet, dad. We’ve only been on one date.”

“Just be careful. Don’t let him pressure you into anything you don’t want to do.” Oh, the good old fatherly advice.

“I know, dad. I promise.”

“Good. Now let’s go make some dinner, sound good?” I smile as he puts his arm around my shoulders. We walk into the house, both happy with where Edward and I stand.