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Dirty Pretty Sounds

Bella saw Edward's mind the first moment he smelled her blood. She felt his hate, the bloodlust, and the kill. How does Bella manage to fall in love with the mysterious Edward Cullen when all she knows is that he wants to kill her? Can he resist? AU BxE Thank you to the amazing Oh Mike, how will I go on for the awesome banner! Go read her stories :)


3. Edward

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n a blur and before I knew it, I was speeding towards Port Angeles with Alice Cullen.

"I know the perfect boutique that has everything we'll need to get you today!" She sang excitedly, grabbing my attention.

"Really Alice, I don't need that much stuff." I tried reasoning; something I quickly came to realize was futile.

"Don't be silly Bella, you need flats, blouses, and the perfect fit jeans. No wardrobe is complete without them."

"If you say so…" I muttered quietly.

"I heard that!"

"Sorry, geesh." I muttered, realizing we had reached our destination. It was a small boutique, the type that looked even too expensive to walk into. I moaned in defeat as I opened the car door and walked in slowly behind her. She screamed excitedly and ran over to a wall of folded jeans, exclaiming that I just had to get them. I rolled my eyes, this would be a long day…

Six pairs of flats, one pair of boots, fourteen pairs of jeans, thirty-six blouses and shirts, two pea coats, four hoodies, three pairs of shorts, one denim mini skirt, seven bruises, and fifty-six moments of embarrassment later, Alice and I we're on our way back to Forks.

"Wow Alice, when you said you liked shopping, I didn't believe you liked it this much…" I said, furrowing my brow and looking ot the large mass of shopping bags in the back seat. There we're still more bags in the trunk as well.

"Well, you can never have enough clothes, and you were in dire need of them Bella." She joked.

"Ha. Ha." I said, not being able to restrain my smile. "Thank you for this; it was a lot of fun. And thanks for the clothes, I really did like most of them." I said sincerely.

"Most of them?" She asked.

"Well… the skirts and shorts may be a little too short for my taste." I admitted.

"And here I thought they we're a little long." She laughed jokingly. "They looked fine Bella, you looked great in them."

"Thanks." I smiled, realizing that this was the first shopping trip that I had ever enjoyed. It was easy to relax and have fun with Alice. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

"You didn't have fun in sunny Phoenix?" She asked.

"I did, it was just that I was more of loner I guess you could say." I admitted, looking out the car window and frowning at all the damp colored moss and tress on the other side.

"You didn't like the people there?"

"It was more them not liking me, I never really fit in I guess. It was weird my first day at Forks High because it was almost as if everyone wanted to be my friend, and I am definitely not used to that." I said, looking back at Alice, then back out the window. "I never had a best friend, aside from my mom."

"We'll, if you let me…I'd like to be your friend Bella." She smiled, placing her ice cold hand on my arm. A chill ran through me, and a nagging anxious feeling swept over me. It was almost as if my body was afraid, but my mind wasn't. Odd.

"I'd like that." I smiled, turning to look back at my driveway. "Wow, that was fast. That was like a 25 minute drive…"

"I like to drive fast." She laughed, and I did the same. "Here I'll help you with the bags."

"Thanks." I said, grabbing armfuls of shopping bags and hauling them to my room. By the time we had finished unloading the car of bags, my entire bedroom floor was covered, not one wooden floorboard to be seen.

"Hmm…I guess I may have gone a little overboard." Alice, giggled.

"That's an understatement." I snorted.

"What the… Bells, what's all this?" Charlie said surprised, taking in all the shopping bags on the floor.

"Hi Chief Swan," Alice greeted my dad, "Bella and I went shopping today, she needed more clothes appropriate for Forks weather." She said sweetly, and I snorted again. Like those shorts were Forks appropriate.

"You must have spent all of your Phoenix money Bella, or used that credit card I gave you for emergencies." He said, frowning slightly.

"It was nothing Chief, I'm a regular customer at the boutique we went to and they just charged my account, it's a welcome to Forks present." Alice smiled again, melting my father like butter.

"Oh…umm, well that was very nice of you Alice. I'm sure Bells is very thankful for that." He muttered uncomfortably.

"No problem. Okay Bella, I have to go, but I'll see you at school tomorrow." She said, bouncing over to me and giving me a hug before running down my stairs to her car.

"So… Alice Cullen bought all of this?" He asked, confused again.

"Yep, she wouldn't even let me open my wallet." I explained.

"That was…um, nice of her," He said, scratching his scruff. "I'm going to go to La Push and watch the game with Billy, you want to come?"

"No, its okay, I have to unpack all of this and still finish my homework." I said.

"Alright Bells, I'll see you later. Are you okay on dinner?" He asked.

"Yeah, Alice and I stopped and grabbed burgers on the way home."

"Okay, goodnight Bells." He said, closing my door and leaving me to unpack enough clothes for me to start a small business.


… The days droned on, an endless supply of homework and clothes filling my time. Alice and I had quickly become friends, which meant that I had become a permanent fixture at her family's table instead of Jessica Stanley's. I wasn't as warmly received by her siblings, Rosalie's automatic dislike and Jasper's cool indifference, while her brother Emmett seemed to enjoy my clumsiness. It had begun to feel comfortable sitting with them, something that I had never felt in Arizona.

It was Monday again as I made my way to my now usual lunch table. I carefully balanced my pizza and lemonade on my tray, praying for grace, as I weaved in and out of the maze of chairs and tables. I looked up; to make sure I was heading in the right direction when my eyes landed on a mess of bronze hair. Edward Cullen was back. My heart began beating faster, and I couldn't tell if it was from fear or excitement. I kept walking to the table where he was seated as Alice waved to me, and I couldn't help but notice how his back went rigid at the mention of my name.

My palms began to sweat, becoming clammy at the mere thought of sitting with him at lunch. I finally reached the table, setting my tray in between Alice and Emmett. I smiled and greeted everyone at the table, avoiding Edward's gaze, as I rubbed my hands on my jeans to dry them. I sat there at the table, quiet as I realized I had lost my appetite, and could only pick apart my pizza as Alice and Rosalie discussed a recent shopping trip that I had avoided.

I could feel his gaze on me, the power of his stare melting me. I didn't want to look up, remembering what happened the last time I looked him in the eye, and the beauty of his face that I surely would not be able to hide my blush from. What had happened last week when I looked into his eyes, what had I seen? I could remember hurt, pain, and death, but I couldn't think as to why or how I could feel it. I was curious to know that if I looked into his eyes once more, if I would feel that again, or just the swirl of butterflies that a pretty face can create.

Slowly, I looked up, barely meeting his golden gaze before I dropped my eyes again. He looked… confused, maybe even a little intrigued. He definitely didn't look angry like the last time, or scary. And I didn't feel that rush of feelings again, but I still felt scared for some reason. It was like I subconsciously knew that I was in danger, but I wasn't. I did notice however, how my stomach began swirling with what I can only assume to be the figurative butterflies, and my heart beat faster as I thought about the way his eyes seemed to look into my soul. I looked back up, entranced in his shouldering golden gaze again. Strange…

"Earth to Bella…?" Alice sang, clearly trying to get my attention.

"Oh… um… yes?" I asked, realizing I had missed the entire conversation.

"Well, Rose and I we're just saying that we wanted to drive up to Seattle this weekend for a shopping trip, and I asked if you wanted to go. But if you would rather stare at Edward, that's fine by me." She smiled devilishly, raising an eyebrow. I blushed furiously, embarrassed that I had been caught red handed.

"I'm busy that weekend, thanks anyway." I muttered, hoping the floor could swallow me up. With my cheeks still an embarrassing shade of red, I stole a quick glance to Edward, and was surprised to see that same look of disgust on his face again, before he quickly rose from his seat and took off towards the doors.

"Someone's still moody." Rosalie commented.

"I can't believe you said that Alice." Burying my face in my hands, a death from embarrassment a possibility at this moment.

"What? It's not like every other girl in this school hasn't been caught ogling my brother too." She laughed.

"But I'm not like other girls, I don't ogle, I blush then fall flat on my butt." I muttered.

"And here I thought you just fainted at the sight of my brother." She said.

"Even worse…" I mumbled. "There's the bell, I should get going."

"Okay Bella, see you later!" Alice sang as I gathered my things and walked to Biology.

I half expected Edward to be missing again, just as he was absent the previous week, but to my surprise he sat in his original seat again. I walked over, trying to pretend my heart wasn't beating faster than a hummingbirds', and just act normal. His body went rigid as I sat, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him slowly relax. He seemed as if he were relaxed but ready to spring.

I opened my books, pretending to look over the homework that was due today, anything to avoid an awkward moment, as if that were possible.

"Hello Bella, I'm Edward… Alice's brother, but I'm sure she told you that." He said, smiling timidly as me. I couldn't believe he was talking to me, when moments before in the cafeteria he looked at me like I was the foulest creature on earth. I was at a loss for words at his sudden mood change. "My sister never mentioned you were mute." He smirked, an edginess dancing behind his eyes.

"Uhhhmm…Sorry… Yeah, hi, I'm Bella. No, I'm not mute; you just, uh, caught me off guard." I stammered, blushing at what an idiot I must have sounded like. Ohh, that smirk

"It's perfectly fine, my actions must not have sent the most welcoming of feelings, and for that I must apologize." He said, and I was struck speechless again at how mature he spoke. It was like talking to a gentleman, something very rare in current society. He reminded me of a character from one of my books. "I suffer with very bad headaches, and sometimes due to that condition, I can be quite the moody bastard my sister Rosalie so lovingly puts it." He smirked again. Swoon…

"Really, it's fine. I get it if I smell; most people are turned off by that too." I said seriously, smiling when I saw the confusion written all over his face. "Kidding." I smiled back, lightening the situation.

"Oh..." He said, slowly smiling at my ridiculous attempt to be funny. "Trust me Bella Swan, you most certainly do not smell, well… not bad atheist." He said, smirking again. That smirk was easily becoming my favorite thing in the world.

"Thanks, I think." We turned our attention to the board as Mr. Banner explained the day's lesson. Occasionally, I would see Edward stiffen beside me, and slowly calm down. His headaches must be pretty severe, poor guy. Once, I thought I saw Alice walking by the classroom, but as I looked again, she was gone. That's odd… The minute the bell rang, he was up and out of his seat and out the door before anyone had a chance to get out of their own seats. Maybe I really did smell…

By the end of gym, I was ready to go home. I limped towards my truck, my ankle being my latest injury from Volleyball. How I managed to fall over tennis balls even amazed my teacher, we didn't even have tennis courts! I didn't even know we had Tennis balls, but just my luck, my foot decided to step back onto one, and I went falling towards the floor, my ankle twisting in the process. They had tried to convince me to see the nurse, even go to the hospital, but I assured them all that I've had much worse. If I could just make it to my truck, I could drive home and put some ice on it.

I limped and hopped my way over to my truck, exhaling when I finally reached the gigantic thing. I fumbled with the keys in my backpack, trying to find them amidst the mess, finally pulling them out of my bag. Just as I was about to unlock my door, my keys slipped from my grasp right into a puddle. Oh great! I bent down to get them just as a flash of white reached down to get them first. I looked up to see Edward Cullen holding my keys, shocked at his close proximity and losing my balance at the same time. I lost my footing and began to fall straight back, his hand reaching out and catching me before I hit the floor. He pulled me in close, my body flush against his. We stood there, both shocked at the sudden closeness, and he quickly stepped away, keeping one had outstretched to steady me.

"What…" I began to ask.

"You dropped your keys; I just thought I'd help you." He quickly answered.

"Thanks." I said awkwardly.

"Why are you limping?" He asked, trying to get rid of the awkwardness.

"Volleyball. I tripped over some tennis balls." I reluctantly said.

"We don't even have tennis courts?" He said.

"Don't rub it in." I pouted, still embarrassed.

"Wait a minute… you managed to trip on something that we don't even offer here? Alice wasn't lying when she said you were a magnet for disaster." He laughed.

"I'm glad I can be so entertaining." I mumbled. "Was there a reason you came over?" I asked, irritated that he had the nerve to tease me. His smile faltered, an emptiness filling his eyes again.

"I'm sorry, that was rude. True, but yet still rude. Alice wanted me to give you this." He said, handing me a small box.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Probably another closet, knowing Alice."

"It's a little small to be a closet." I smiled.

"Alice is also a little small to have that much energy." He said right back.

"Touché." I said, opening the small box. Inside of it was what seemed like a folded up piece of paper, and I looked at it confused."What is it?" I asked, lifting it out of the box. It was fatter than I thought.

"It's a paper fold out theatre." He said, folding it out and popping it into place. Sure enough, it was a mini theatre, reenacting the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. "You see, you look into it from the front, and it looks like a vintage theatre, each row adding more depth to the scene." Edward explained.

"It's… amazing. Where is she, I want to thank her." I said, looking around.

"Alice had to go home early; she gets the same headaches I suffer from. I'll let her know you like it." He said, moving away from me. "You really like it?" He asked curiously.

"Yes, it's my favorite scene in the play, I love it. It's definitely something different." I smiled, holding the paper theatre delicately. Edward smiled, something else hidden there beneath the surface.

"I'm glad you like it. See you tomorrow Bella." Edward said, walking towards his Volvo.

"Bye." I said, climbing into my truck. I looked at my gift again, smiling at the thoughtfulness of the gift. I looked it over, admiring all the little details. In the far left bottom corner, I could make out the artists initials… EC… Edward Cullen… My jaw dropped and my breath stuck in my throat as I realized this wasn't a present from Alice, it was a present from her brother. I looked up, feeling eyes upon me. From across the parking lot, Edward Cullen was looking intently at me as he leaned against his Volvo, waiting for his siblings. I blinked, wondering why he would give me a gift. As if the heavens had answered me, I felt something fall on my lap. I looked down to see a small slip of paper that had fallen from a fold of the theatre and picked it up, it read:

I'm Sorry.

-E. Cullen

He was sorry for the way he acted, and I smiled knowing he didn't hate me. I looked back up to smile at him, but he was already gone, his Volvo exiting the parking lot.

So Edward Cullen did have a heart…

That night was the first time I dreamt of Edward Cullen, or rather, he was the star in my nightmares. Thinking of Edward, one would assume a romantic steamy dream with a scantily clad Edward. But instead, my subconscious decided to make him kill me, again…and again… and again. It was becoming an every night occurrence. I would go to school and see a quiet, yet polite, Edward, but the minute I would go to bed, a more murderous Edward would creep out.

Sometimes, he would strangle me with his ice cold bare hands, other nights he would simply strand me in the forest, but the nightmares that disturbed me the most were the ones where he would bite me, almost like a Vampire. It was ridiculous thinking about it, but I would always wake up from a mild panic attack when I had that nightmare. It brought back the feelings that I had felt my first day at Forks High. I could hear the screams inside the classroom; the blood splattered everywhere, and my lifeless body strewn at his feet, a single drop of my blood dripping from his chin. I shuddered even just remembering.

But even so, I couldn't stay away from him. I would catch myself staring at him in the lunch room, or glancing at him in Biology when he wasn't looking. There was one thing I knew for certain, Edward Cullen terrifies me, but I can't walk away. For some dark reason, I wanted him. I wanted the boy that killed me in my sleep every night. And it scared me that I wanted him.

I arrived at school, thinking about my make-believe homicidal Edward, when the real life version of him walked over to my truck.

"Good morning Bella." He smiled warmly, sending chills down my spine… the good kind.

"Hi Edward." I smiled shyly back. If he only knew what I dreamt of the night before.

"So I was wondering if you would like to start on our Biology project after school today. We haven't really had a chance to work on it and it's due tomorrow." He said uncomfortably. It was true, he and I had kept putting off this assignment, and now we were forced to get together and finish it.

"Yeah, sure. I brought the notes with me. Um… where do you want to work on it at?"

"How about your place, my house is a bit crazy with camping trip supplies." He chuckled.

"Camping trip?" I asked, was he leaving?

"My family and I go camping when the weather is nice, and this weekend is supposed to be perfect weather." He explained.

"Oh… ok…I'll see you in Biology then." I said morosely, walking towards my first building.

"You mean lunch?" He asked amused.

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. You hardly ever join us in the lunch room so I just figured…" I said dazed, his crooked smile dazzling me. I snapped out of hit when he turned away and started walking towards another building.

"I'll be there today. See you soon Bella Swan." He called over his shoulder as he walked away chuckling.

Edward Cullen would be the death of me someday…

"Okay, so this is the Shoot system, which is above ground and includes the organs such as leaves, buds, stems, flowers, etc…" Edward pointed out, tracing his fingers along the diagram he made for our project. It looked more like something that would be found in a science fair, not a class presentation. I looked at my clumsy attempt at a diagram and sighed.

"Well, here's root system. It includes those parts of the plant below ground, like the roots, tubers, and rhizomes…" I said dejectedly.

"What's the matter? You seem down." Edward asked, sitting back in the sofa. We had returned to my house after school to finish our biology project and were currently in my stuffy living room, trying to fuse our two diagrams together.

"Nothing." I said, looking at our two diagrams and wishing that I had the talent to make mine nicer.

"No, not 'nothing'. What's wrong?" He asked, leaning forward, trying to read my expression. He seemed genuinely concerned.

"It's just that your diagram is so nice and professional looking, and mine looks like a 1st grader put it together." I said, frowning. "I wish I had enough time to make it nicer, so that it doesn't look so drab next to yours."

"Bella, your diagram looks fine. I don't see a different in them at all." He said, trying to make me feel better.

"There's a huge difference. Yours is perfect and structured…mine is crooked and lifeless." I mumbled, crossing my arms.

"You're not going to be able to sleep are you, until you feel that it's improved?" He said, already knowing the answer.


"Then I guess we'll just have to fix that won't we?" He said, throwing me a killer smirk.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked intrigued.

"Do you have any art supplies around here?" He asked standing up. He looked around, furrowing his brow when I'm pretty sure he realized there were no supplies down here.

"I have some up in my room. I may need some help bringing it down here." I said, walking towards the stairs.

"Is this just some ploy to get me in your Bedroom?" He smirked, quirking an eyebrow at the same time. I blushed furiously, and then tripped, catching myself on the banister. "I think you made your point clear in that you will probably need help carrying it down." He laughed, walking over to help me up the stairs.

He grabbed my hand, steadying me on my clumsy feet, but then he didn't let go as we walked up the stairs. Once we were at the top, I cleared my throat and he awkwardly let go of my hand.

"My room is over here." I said, walking through the door on the left. I walked over to my closet and pulled out a large box. "This is it." He walked over and inspected the contents.

"Whoa… it's like a mini craft store in here." He commented.

"My dad would always have art supplies ready for when I would visit in the summers. I don't think he realized I grew out of coloring and finger painting back in kindergarten." I laughed, fingering some of the crayons rolling around lovingly. "I saved all the supplies; you never know when you might need them."

"True, I'll just take the whole box downstairs then." He said giving me an odd look then lifting the box effortlessly and making his way down my stairs. I followed behind him, making sure I held the rail; I wouldn't want to push him down the stairs.

"What was that look for?" I asked as we reached the last step.

"What look?" He asked, placing the box on the coffee table and pulling colored pencils and scissors out of it.

"Right after I explained the box, you had this look on your face… I can't explain it." I said uncomfortably. Was it weird to have this many art supplies? I didn't think so…

"Oh… It just amazed me I guess. You told the story with such emotion, and looked at the objects with such tenderness... The supplies must really mean a lot to you." He said, awkwardly.

"It's not the supplies that brought forth the emotion, it's what they represent. It's small things like this that show that my dad cares about me." I said quietly.

"What do you mean?" He asked, seeming interested.

"Well, we're not exactly the feelings type of family. He and I don't really do the normal hug and kiss every other dad and child do. It goes unsaid that we love each other. But when he does stuff like this, buying me art supplies so I'm not bored to death, or putting snow chains on my tires so that my truck is safer, it means so much more to me that anyone else, because it's his way of showing me that he cares." I explained, looking up from under my lashes to see Edward looking at me intently. "What? What did I say?"

"Isabella Swan… you…you amaze me. Are you sure you're only 17?" He asked, completely seriously.

"Yes." I blushed.

"No other 17 year old would care so much about the little things as you do. It's humbling to be in your company, someone so compassionate…" He said, smirking and shaking his head, as if to clear it.

"Thanks, I guess…" I said, blushing even more.

"There all done." He said, not even a minute passing by.

"Wha… How did you fix it so fast?" I asked. My part of the project was instantly more eye catching and structured, looking more like his.

"It was easy, I just adjusted this part of the plant, cut a little bit from here, then added a little bit of color to the edges. I just added to what you had created Bella, it was really nothing." He explained.

"Wow… It looks a lot better, thanks." I said smiling, resuming the work that he had come over for in the first place.

It had been surprisingly pleasant to have him here, not nearly as awkward as I imagined it would be. I didn't think I would feel this comfortable around him after all the dreams I had been having, but I felt really at ease around Edward. He and I worked chatting comfortably for another hour, finally finishing the project.

"So I'll see you at school tomorrow." I said, walking him to the front door.

"I was wondering, that is if it would be okay with you, would you like a ride to school tomorrow?" He asked, looking conflicted and hopeful all at once.

"Um… well I have a truck…" I said, too stunned to give an answer. My inner Bella was kicking herself, yelling at me to say yes.

"I know, I just wanted to ask." He said, seeming disappointed as he turned to walk to his car. I had an internal struggle, I wanted to call out to him and say yes, but I was still fearful of him.

"Wait...!" I called without thinking. He turned to look at me, hopeful again. "Why did you want to ask?"

"You fascinate me Bella, I'd really like to understand you better, and you're very hard for me to read." He said. Not exactly the romantic explanation I was looking for. I was hoping for something more along the lines of 'I can't stand being away from you' or 'your company is so intoxicating, I can't get enough', not 'you're hard to read'.

"Oh…" I said, disappointed.

"I'm taking it that is not what you wanted to hear." He said, thinking. "I should warn you Bella, you should stay away from me. I may not be able to stay away from you, but you still have a choice. I'm dangerous Bella, remember that." He said, climbing into his Volvo and driving away.

What just happened here? He left me thoroughly confused with his warning. 'I may not be able to stay away from you, but you still have a choice. I'm dangerous Bella, remember that'. What did that mean?

I walked back into my house and started to make dinner for Charlie. I was in the middle of making tacos when a thought hit me… Was Edward Cullen picking me up for school tomorrow? I remember awkwardly telling him I had a truck, and he walked away, but then I stopped him…maybe he would take it as a yes to his offer. Oh god…Was Edward Cullen picking me up for school tomorrow?...

"Bells, why is Edward Cullen in front of the house?" Charlie asked, peeking out through the curtains, cup of coffee in hand. I spluttered my orange juice across the table as I leaped gracelessly from my chair to peek as well. Sure enough, the Adonis himself was leaning against his shiny silver Volvo, and it looked like he was waiting for me.

"Uh… I don't know. I'm, uh, going to go now." I stuttered, my heart beating wildly at the prospect of riding to school with Edward Cullen. I quickly put my dishes in the sink, grabbed my back pack and ran out the door before Charlie could question me further. I walked briskly towards Edward, mildly glaring at him as I did.

"Hurry up, get in the car, get in the car!" I hissed, knowing full well Charlie was watching. Instead, Edward casually strode over to the passenger door, opened it, and waited for me to get in.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm opening the door for you Bella." He said smirking.

"I know what you're doing, but why are you doing it?" I asked sliding in, then waiting for him to walk around and get in himself.

"Because what kind of boy would I be if I didn't open the door for a man's daughter, especially when said man is watching?" He said, looking too innocent at me.

"You knew Charlie was watching!"

"Yes, I did. Is that a problem?" He asked, furrowing his brows.

"You're not the one that has to go home and endure the firing squad." I mumbled.

"If I'm not mistaken, we Cullen kids are known for being good, upstanding teenagers. Why would your father have a problem with me picking you up?" He asked genuinely confused.

"Wow, conceited much? And it's not who picked me up, it's the fact that it's a boy that I haven't even mentioned to him yet." I tried to explain.

"You haven't talked to your father about me?" He asked, and I thought that I could hear a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Well, no. There's nothing to say really. Charlie and I don't really talk about this kind of stuff. As long as I tell him the big things, then there's really nothing to mention."

"So I'm not a 'big thing'?" He asked, looking to me with an amused expression. "I guess I'm going to have to change that."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, surprised that we had already pulled into the school parking lot.

"You'll see." He said, smirking at me and getting out of his car. He began to walk around to my side, so I quickly tried to open my door first before he had a chance to open it for me, but he was too fast and locked the doors with his clicker. I waited patiently for him to open it himself, and got out quickly, hoping no one noticed. Wrong! Everyone was staring at us.

"Um, Edward… everyone is staring." I said shakily.

"Let them. If this is going to be a regular occurrence, then let them." He said.

"You picking me up is going to be a regular thing?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.

"Like I said, I want to be a 'big thing'." He said, looking intently into my eyes. My voice was caught in my throat, not allowing me to say anything. I stood frozen, staring into the depths of his eyes, unable to look away. "Breathe Bella." He whispered, smirking at the end.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. I took a deep breath and exhaled, and blushed as I just registered what he said.

"Whoa… I'm a…I'm going to be late for class." I said, trying to move around him. I shuddered slightly from the cool wind and realized I forgot my jacket in my haste to get out my front door.

"Wait, Bella! Where's your jacket?" Edward asked, looking worried.

"I must have forgotten it at home." I said. "It's okay; it's not that cold anyway."

"Are you crazy? It's probably 60 degrees out here," he scolded me. "Here, take mine." He said, shrugging out of his jacket. He handed it to me and I took it gratefully.

"Won't you be cold?" I asked.

"I like the cold, besides I have a sweater on, you don't."

"Thanks." I said. "Well I better get to class, don't want to be late." I said, rushing towards the building.

...later that day...

"Oh Bella, what have you done to my poor brother?" Alice giggled.

We both watched as he loaded a tray with far too much food than he would be able to eat.

"What is he doing?" I asked, sipping at my lemonade.

"Buying lunch silly." She said, rolling her eyes.

"He's going to eat all of that? Wow…" I breathed, thinking it was humanly impossible for someone to eat that much food.

"Half is for you." She said, smirking at me. Does that smirk run in the family or something?

"What? Why?" I asked.

"I don't know, why don't you start telling me what you've done to him. He's been different since last night." She said.

"I didn't do anything." I said.

"What didn't you do?" I heard Edward ask as he sat next to me. He never sat with his family anymore, until yesterday when he sat here. Now here he was again, sitting with his family and I at lunch. Everyone was staring, while his family member seemed like they could care less. Besides, it was only Alice and occasionally Emmett that really paid attention to me here. Jasper would sometimes speak, and Rosalie never did. I stopped my internal conversation, and turned to Edward to answer him.

"Nothing." I said, flushing slightly.

"Here, I bought you some lunch since I noticed you didn't have any today. I didn't know what you would like, so I bought one of everything." He said, pushing the tray over.

"Thanks." I said reaching for the pizza. "Pizza's good."

"Back to our conversation Bella," Alice began, and I blushed even more, willing her to stop her conversation. "What have you done to our poor Edward here?"

"Like I said: nothing. He's exactly the same, ask him." I said embarrassed.

"On the contrary, I will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and I never wish to be parted from you from this day on." He said in mock seriousness.

"Oh please, quoting Darcy, how original. You're both making fun of me." I said.

"You knew that?" Edward asked shocked.

"Yes, English literature is my favorite for a reason. Please tell your sister that you're the same, she won't stop harassing me."

"Honestly, I can't believe you two can't see it!" Alice said exasperated. "Come on Jasper, let's leave these two alone." She said, getting up and walking out of the cafeteria, Jasper, Rosalie, and Emmett in tow.

"See what?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"Alice likes to believe that she knows the future, too bad the future always changes." He said morosely. "She is right on one count though… You have changed me."

"Changed you how?" I asked.

"I don't know yet… All I know is that I can't seem to stay away." He said.

"There's that phrase again, 'stay away'. Why do you have to stay away from me? Am I a bad influence or something?" I asked.

"I would be the bad influence on you Bella." He said warningly.

"If I may quote a comment you made earlier, you're known for being a good, upstanding teenager, so why would you be a bad influence?"

"Just trust me; I may not always have the best intentions in mind." He said, standing and picking up the tray. "Finished? The bell is about to ring." And just as he finished speaking, the bell rang.

"I guess I am." I said, getting up as well.

We walked silently towards Biology, the tension thick in the air. Finally I had to cut it.

"Edward…just so you know… I think I'm past caring what sort of intentions you have." I whispered as we reached the door, and walked quickly to my seat. Looking up at him shyly, I could make out a faint trace of a smile playing on his lips.

"Well if that's the case Bella, you're in for quite a ride." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.