the big brother house

"Mike! What the hell?" I shouted.

The worst thing was, I couldn't do the bikini back up because Mike had undone the strap around my neck and the one that goes around my chest so if I moved my hands to do up one, the other would fall down.

I looked around to see who would help me out of my…predicament.

Jazz and Alice hadn't changed in their position, so that ruled them out, and Rose and Em were too busy sucking face, so no help there.

I wasn't about to ask Eric or Mike…they would probably just pull the material off, and Tanya and Lauren were too self obsessed to bother with me. I got the feeling they didn't like me too much. That left just one person.

Edward.

I groaned and Edward snapped his head up. His eyes met mine and I almost forgot about my…problem.

I gave him a lopsided grin and indicated to my chest. He cocked his head to the side and I turned around, showing him what had happened. I turned back and saw him making his way over to me, leaving Lauren and Tanya with shocked and angry expressions on their faces as they realised he was leaving them for me. That thought gave my hope.

"A little help?" I asked.

"Sure, turn around." And I did. Because I trusted him completely. And I don't know why I did. It was just instinct I suppose.

I held up my hair as he redid my ties.

"All done." Edward said softly, putting his hands on my waist and turning me around. My face was just a few inches from his. I wasn't used to the proximity. Unless you count the bed…

I looked down. He couldn't want this. He couldn't want me. I was just plain Bella Swan. Nothing special. I moved away from the comfort of his presence and hopped out of the pool. I had some serious thinking to do. And writing for that matter. I had to put my emotions into words. If I wrote it down on paper it would help me to understand how I was feeling.

I wrapped myself in a towel and hurried to change into shorts and an oversized tee. I plonked myself down on the bed and once again began to pour my soul into the tone of the writing.

Once I had gotten it all out I took a deep breath and put the pen down, stretching out my aching fingers. I looked up when I heard someone enter the room.

"Look. Here's the deal. Edward is mine. Not yours, not anyone else's. So stay AWAY! He doesn't like you. He likes me. Why can't you just accept that and Leave. Us. Alone!" Tanya screamed at me as she stormed in. Give me a break!

It was like I had been slapped in the face. I knew I shouldn't pay any attention to her words. I knew I shouldn't believe them or take them to heart. Any normal person would just ignore her. But then again, I'm not exactly normal.

They used to call me a freak. Just because I spent every spare moment pouring over a notebook, furiously writing until I couldn't physically get any more down. Just because I walked around with a book glued to my nose, not looking where I was going.

Just because I could quote almost the whole of A Midsummer Nights Dream when I was eight years old.

Back to the present.

The thing that stung the most about Tanya's words, though, was the fact that they were true. Well, some of them.

Edward didn't like me. How could he? I could see it clearer now than ever. Someone as perfect and godly as him shouldn't even look at someone like me.

But I was pretty sure he didn't like Tanya. At least, he didn't appear to like her. But then again, I don't know how boys' minds work.

I tried to act like her words didn't faze me, like nothing was wrong. Her face got all smug and she marched out of the room. Once I was alone I sunk down in the bed and picked up my pen. I guess I did have more to write about.