Trouble : Twilight (Edward Cullen x Bella Swan.)

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I trudged into biology, dreading the conversations to come. The anticipation had me on edge all throughout the morning. I was so stupid, and disastrous. Edward, annoyingly brilliant Edward, was right again. I didn't want to accept it, I wanted to remain cold and bitter, but the bigger voice in my head was begging to ask Edward for forgiveness. I had been unfair, especially after all he's done for me.

The class got started quickly, neither Edward nor I spoke until we were split off into our partners to work. It was day two of the worm dissection, and that made my skin crawl. Today was simpler, there was no actual dissection. Today we were looking at cells from the worms various organs and fluids under the microscope.

I peered up at him, peeking through the waterfall of hair between us. I couldn't figure out why he hadn't spoken yet. It was driving my guilt mad. I needed him to say something, so I could know everything was all right.

Perhaps this is how he feels all of the time...

"Edward?" I asked, quietly, almost timidly. He looked over to me, surprised that I'd instigated conversation. I bit my lip, anxious for his response to the question I knew I had to ask. I reminded myself to sound strong, even if I wasn't. He didn't need to know that. "Are you angry with me?"

I couldn't bare the idea of him giving me the cold shoulder the way I had with him. Imagining it hurt me in so many ways I would have never thought of.

"No." He shook his head. His expression was pained, and unreadable, but his eyes were that soft liquid brown I knew so well. "I'm not mad at you, Bella. I couldn't be."

"You should be." I said quietly. I looked away and began to set up our microscope. My hands shook slightly as they held the slides. The small smudge of worm guts smeared between glass revolted me.

"Let me do it." he said. Feeling undeserving of the tenderness his voice offered, and even more undeserving when he took the slide from me, I allowed him. Our fingers touched briefly, and I savoured the shock our skin connecting; almost like fire touching ice.

"You're too nice to me, you know that, don't you?" I grumbled, my tone had edge but I hoped he would see through it. I was being genuine. I leaned back in my seat and examined him. It was true, Edward was too nice to me. Our friendship had done a drastic one eighty turn over the past two months, and we were in a spot I never thought we'd be. In a bittersweet way I missed the old, arrogant, terrifying Edward. In these times I deserved the cruel comments and cutting glares that made me small, and insecure.

"Yes, I do know that." He sighed, but offered a small smile of reassurance. It was as if he were silently promising me that no matter how true my statement was, he was never going to treat me poorly again. I reminded myself that I was suppose to be annoyed with him. In a way that annoyed me, I didn't want to be mad, but I could stop. I was still a bad guy for only speaking to him the cleanse my guilt. I was using him, and giving him nothing in return but side eye and silent treatment. "You've made me soft, Bella Swan."

"I'm sorry to hear that." I muttered cynically. I'd changed him, and turned him into someone that was softer, and sweeter. Someone who, although was not physically warm, was burning with compassion and had a flame of responsibility over me. Someone that catered to my ever need. Someone that would take a bullet for me. I didn't know for sure, but I was positive he didn't allow himself tenderness with anybody else. I was special to him, just as he was special to me.