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9. Information

Oh, I was pissed.

Who the hell did he think he was? Sitting there like a forbidden box of chocolates in his Volvo, just waiting to be eaten. Edward was something else for sure. Still, I was pissed. I thought I'd made it pretty clear I wasn't interested in a relationship. Although, if I was honest with myself, it wasn't his forgetfulness that bothered me.

I was flattered, and I hated that. The non-slutty part of me liked the idea of a boy picking me up for school. Somewhere buried deep inside the recesses of my non-committal existence, a smile lurked behind my lips, happy and satisfied with the monogamous tendencies of the boy inside the car. My mind produced the image of a fisherman, pleased by the sizable catch wriggling inside his net.

The slut in me, on the other hand, was shocked and stupefied...and irritated. And I had every intention of chewing his ass out, but in the end, I found myself seated inside the lush interior of his car, breathing in that unforgettable scent that was uniquely Edward – some dizzying combination of sandalwood, and spice, and heaven. In the interest of saving time, I'd agreed. Besides, there was still our after school date, and in my mind, the fact that he was driving only confirmed that a return trip to my house would be necessary.

I was careful. At school, I made sure I didn't stand too close to him, even though his scent drew me to him like a magnet. The last thing I wanted to give off was the wrong vibe. I was Bella Swan, nobody's girlfriend. And I told myself that as we ate together at lunch. Or, rather, I gobbled down my nachos while he kept his focus on me, though he'd had his own tray shoved off to the left. He'd claimed he hadn't had much of an appetite, which I was now adding to my list of Edward quirks.

Cold hands and breath. Super human strength and speed. Doesn't eat much...or at all...for all I knew.

Despite his oddities, I was enjoying the looks of envy on Jessica's face, practically able to feel the piercing of her glare on my back.

Now that Edward and I were friends, the drudgery of biology class was tolerable. His flirty smiles and remarks made him infinitely more irresistible. The hour was almost over by the time I looked up at the clock, and with one class left, the anticipation of being alone with him sent my imagination running wild with ideas throughout the whole of sixth period. Did I have enough whipped cream?

"Done!" I exclaimed over an hour later , slamming my textbook closed as though our homework had been a race at my kitchen table. Edward's amber eyes moved slowly to mine, though his pencil remained on his paper, and his lips curved into a smile.

I'd rushed through my assignment, which had taken me longer to do with a delectable boy across from me. It had been difficult to get through my vocabulary words while I had a very different scenario playing in my head. I started to get all tingly as I imagined Edward thrusting into me full force while my fingers dug into the corners of the table. Footsies seemed to be good enough for now, though he seemed unaffected as my socked feet poked insistently for entrance at the hem of his jeans while his own two feet remained in their shoes and stubbornly on the floor.

He had parked down the street from my house, which was smart. I guessed that he'd had experience sneaking out before an angry father could spot him doing the nasty with his daughter. How many times had he done this before, I wondered. Not that it mattered.

"I'm almost done. Three problems left," he said, returning his eyes to his paper.

With a sigh, I stared at him. Couldn't he have finished it later? We only had fifty-seven minutes until Charlie came home. And I couldn't fight the sneaking suspicion that Edward was stalling for time. He didn't seem to be in any hurry with his homework, so I rose from my chair.