Trouble : Twilight (Edward Cullen x Bella Swan.)

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"Seriously, Bella," Jess moaned with cold disapproval. She and the rest of the girls at our table had been pushing me about my romantic life since the beginning of lunch. "You're eighteen. It's high time that you find yourself a boyfriend. Hell, I'll find you one."

"Jess... not happening." I sighed, not wanting to go through with this again. Every time she asked about my love life the answer was the same, and every time she offered to try to set me up with someone I declined. I had no intention of caving and dating any of the boys she would pick out for me. I wouldn't even look at the list she wrote up. None of her friends would be able to satisfy me the way I wanted it. Not one of them would be able to handle my clumsiness, my inexperience, my nightmares or my flashbacks. I was a lost cause.

I'm only interested in one person. One arrogant, stubborn, temperamental, stuck up jerk. Why did he have so become so tender and kind to me? I only desire him more...

I scowled as I watched Edward pick apart his tray of greasy cafeteria food with disgust. He looked deep in thought, and I wished to know what he was thinking about. Was it the horrible direction that our date had turned last night- or was he no longer thinking about that? Part of me was sure that to someone as beautiful as him it was probably just a first date of many, and he's likely forgotten about me already.

Like I said, I was a lost cause.

I wasn't sure where I stood with him, or what our future together held. Even thought he lied, in all of my anger I still found myself longing for him. He had taken a bullet for me, and survived. Surely that meant something. It wasn't shocking that the way he survived overpowered ever other curiosity I had about him, and ever other emotion of anger.

Nothing else seemed to matter. I'd never thought so hard about something simply because it didn't make any sense. Last night after the date I sat on my bed and looked at all three bullets the dirty criminal had shot. Two at the ground by my feet, and one directly at Edward Cullens mysterious heart.

He should be dead, but by some miracle there he is right across the cafeteria, picking apart a revolting chunk of soggy meatloaf.

"Still dreaming about Cullen, Bella?" Angela sighed as she followed my gaze. It annoyed me the way he managed to captivate everyone's attention, especially mine. It wasn't fair.

Almost as if hearing his last name leave Angela's lips, he snapped out of his thoughts and for a fraction of a second I thought I'd seen his eyes dart over to look at us. It was too quick though, so I couldn't be sure. His eyes remained down at his tray, but he definitely looked like he was suddenly paying more attention to what was going on around him.

There's no way he could have heard Angela from across the room. It's impossible.

"No." I lied, and as I studied him an unreadable look flickered across his face. We went on a date, and it went great up until the end. Finally I thought I found someone perfect. Edward was someone I able able to share my passions with, judgment free. He was intelligent, and always gave me a friendly sort of competition. Most importantly I felt safe with him. "Not so much dreaming."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Jessica asked, her eyes joining mine and Angela's on Edward. I didn't like the way they do hungrily enjoyed the view. Jessica didn't even try to hide the way he made her drool, and although I appreciated Angela's attempt to hide it the look in her eyes were the same. That was my view, or at least it would have been if I wasn't so confused by him.