"If I didn't despise you so much, I may find you attractive, Hale."
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Had I dreamt it all? Or had he really been in my room that night last week; surely not, if the chill of his skin was still lingering on mine, and the memory of his intense stare still sent chills up my spine. I debated on telling Bella, opting not to as I didn't want to scare off the only true friend I had made in Forks so far. Feeling bad for neglecting my neighbour, I invited her over after school on Thursday, under the pretence of an English essay; easy bait for Bella.
Sitting on my bed in my room as she sat at my desk , getting out her copy of Romeo and Juliet, I debated telling her again. Would she think I was losing my mind? That I'd tripped and was experiencing severe delusions? Tell my mom to admit me?
It was a risk, and I was unsure of the outcome.
"Bella?"
Her head snapped to me with nonchalant curiosity. Her hair was in its usual messy curls , and as she swung on the desk chair they fell in loose ringlets around her shoulders. She was the picture of normalcy - someone who didn't think they saw strange men in their rooms at night.
"Can I tell you about...something?" My voice was unsure, anxious, and I guess this worried her as she scooted her chair closer to the end of my bed, her book long forgotten. She nodded to me, urging me on.
"Last Friday, after dinner," I didn't know how to phrase it without sounding like I'd completely fallen off the edge. With a huff, I said it as it was, "Jasper Hale was in my room." I waited for her to be confused, but she remained silent for a very long few seconds. The space between her brows became a tight v shape, before smoothing out again
"There must be something in the air," she sighed, "I swear to God , that family gets stranger and stranger." she ran a hand through her hair.
"The Cullens?" I asked , leaning toward her now. It seems we were both withholding information from each other. I sat on my knees, the both of us having a secret to tell the other like we were in middle school. "What do you mean?"
"It sounds like I'm crazy, okay? But I swear Edward Cullen crushed the van when he saved me. With his bare hands! And he walked away unscathed?" The mention of the van crash shot a pain through my side, the memory of my bruised ribs. "So I started to do...research. Something's up with him, and I think I know what." Before I could question her more, she went on. "So, he was in your room? Why didn't you tell me you two were so close."
"That's the thing, Bells! We're not, I didn't invite him over, he broke in through my window!" finally, Bella seemed shocked , as her face contorted from strange bewilderment to anger and in some way, guilt.
For the next hour, any form of homework long forgotten, Bella and I dished everything we could on the Cullens to each other. When I told her how Jasper and I had stood so close , and Bella made a joke about the two of us very obviously being closer than I was telling, I threw a pillow at her , and thus the serious tone was lifted.
