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Chapter 3. A New Feeling
I moved to open the door of our limousine for Isabella, hoping to win her over by being a gentleman, but she simply folded her arms and stared at me like I was clinically ill.
"Something wrong?" I inquired, already fed up with her attitude.
"I'm not such a big fan of schmoozy, fake-ass gentlemen." She pursed her lips as she glared at me.
I groaned. "Don't make a scene. Just get in."
She didn't move.
I snarled and stormed over to the other side of the limo, slamming the door behind me. I almost lost it as I watched Isabella shut the door I had left open and re-open it for her self. She sat in the seat next to me, a smug smile on her face.
"You are the most stubborn and utterly absurd girl I have ever met." I breathed, angrily.
"Thanks." She snorted, sarcastically.
The ride was awkwardly quiet, excluding the sound of the tin cans that had been tied to the back of the limousine, announcing the two of us "just married".
Isabella groaned. "Are those cans annoying you as much as they're annoying me?"
A century on this earth had made me much more patient than most, but even the sound of the cans was obnoxious right now. I nodded my head mutely.
And the strange Isabella got even stranger.
She rolled down her window and started climbing through it, probably to reach the strings of the cans and rip them off.
"Are you insane?" I cried, sticking my head out my window, watching her.
She had already managed to get one off and was now reaching for the second of four. It was too far to reach. She would have to give up. But she was more stubborn than I would have ever guessed.
She pushed her hips out past the window to reach for it and with nothing to hold her into the car, slipped.
I shot across the backseat, gripping her waist and yanked her back into car just as she screamed.
She lay under me, panting wildly, her cheeks flushed. She lifted her head to stare at me, studying me with her deep eyes.
"How the…?" She shook her head like she still couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe it myself and I was the one who had done it.
Isabella looked up at me, horror sprawling across her face as she realized the awkwardness of our position. She blushed furiously, attempting to push me away.
I didn't say a word as I moved back to my seat. Nothing had changed.
It was silent except for the damn cans.
I shouted, to the driver to pull over and I wrenched the remaining cans off myself. I got back in my seat, slamming the door and folding my arms across my chest.
I noticed the girl watching me. Again.
"What?" I snapped, not looking at her and not daring to breath. Her blood was pumping through her system quickly and it felt like I could already taste it.
"Thank you." She whispered, sounding truly grateful.
I half-smiled. Maybe things could change.
I couldn't help but watch her as she stared out the window, her mind in another world. The new falling rain created a peaceful hum as I scrutinized my reaction.
Why had I done that? Wouldn't it have just been easier on me and my family if she died?
But I didn't want to disappoint Carlisle. That was why I had saved her.
I laid my forehead against the window, staring out at the dark sky, watching the rain hit the window and then roll down it slowly.
I sighed. It was times such as this that I wished for the peacefulness sleep brought: the ability to forget the world for a moment or two.
We pulled up to our hotel and of course, the absurd girl refused to let me open any doors and we made our way towards the lobby entrance.
Just as I took out my wallet to tip our chauffeur, I pulled out our plane tickets for the next day with it, accidentally. A strong gust of wind blew by and before I could react, they floated down into the middle of the road. This clumsy human must have passed on to me. Who knew it was contagious?
Isabella chased after them, mumbling something about "incompetent men". She bent down to pick them up just as a large truck sped down the road. It would never see her.
I leapt into the road, reaching her in one bound, crouching in front of her body. I gripped the bumper that was less than an inch from my face and shoved it to the other side of the street into a light pole; the dent I had already made fitting perfectly against it.
Isabella looked up at me, her brown eyes wide. The truth would come out sooner than I'd hoped. But now was not the time.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you to look both ways before you cross the street?" I snapped. I didn't give her time to answer. I gripped her wrist, pulling her behind me towards the hotel. No one had seen us. It would simply appear that a semi-truck driver had lost control and hit a light pole.
Fortune was on my side for once.
But I was still anxious the whole way to our room as I'm sure Isabella was, also. She seemed like she was itching to have me alone so she could confront me about everything that had happened in the past few hours.
Hours... funny. It seemed like years already.
I tipped the young bell hop and he scampered away, jubilant over the twenty I'd slipped him.
We walked into the room; the tension was so thick I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"Edward?" Isabella's voice shook me from my anxious thoughts. "You…you can let go of my wrist now."
We both stared down at my large hand which had formed a death grip around her frail wrist. I quickly released it and muttered an apology. I looked up at her, noticing that she was rubbing her wrist.
Bruises, in the shape of my long fingers, were appearing on her skin. "I'm so sorry." I gasped.
"Nah, its fine." She said with wave of her hand. "You've saved my life twice today and I've been nothing but a bitch. I'm sorry."
There was a moment of silence, tense and uncomfortable. I was almost relived.
Isabella looked over at the bed, a crimson red coloring her cheeks. "So…are we gonna…?" She stopped her thought as she saw my face. "What? Am I not your type?"
"No, no!" I was stumbling over my words like a complete idiot. "You're very pretty…I just…do you? I'm not…UGH!" I sank to the floor, holding my face in my hands.
Isabella's laughter filled the room as she sat beside me. I looked up at her, weakly.
"Would it be stupid of me to say that I'm old-fashioned and I believe in love and marriage before sex?"
"Well, we are married…" She said wistfully. I swallowed hard. There was no way she would come out alive if we had sex.
She looked me again, laughing. "It's ok!" She smiled. "I feel the same way. Having sex with a stranger isn't really my thing. And, I'm still a virgin…" She blushed again.
Did she have any idea what that did to me? The blushing and knack for finding danger had to end.
I swallowed the excess venom in my mouth and nodded, "So am I."
She looked surprised. "Huh, you're not the kind of guy I thought you were." I smiled, showing my teeth and she blushed again. But, I was sure there was a double meaning in her words.
Isabella stuck out her hand. "Let's start over…as friends?"
"Agreed." I took her hand and kissed it, breathing in her scent. I could do this. I could resist if I tried. Mind over matter. "I'm Edward."
"And I'm Isabella." She blushed as I pulled my lips away. "But, please call me Bella. I hate my name."
"I think it's beautiful." I said honestly, peering at her through my lashes. She blushed again; it was getting easier to resist.
But, why? What was going on with me? I didn't understand the strange feeling that still welled up inside me. Jasper wasn't around. Was I really losing my mind?
"Well, I'm going to get changed..." Bella tugged her whole suitcase into the bathroom and I couldn't help but laugh. She looked ridiculous. But, it had been strangely adorable.
"Aw, crap!" Bella's voice rang out from the bathroom. I stood and went to the door, lightly knocking.
"Bella, are you alright?"
"No." She pouted. "My damn wedding planner thought it would be nice to pack me nothing but lacy lingerie to sleep in."
I burst out laughing, much to her dislike. "Shut up!" She whined. "It's not funny. I don't wear this kind of stuff!"
"Would you like to borrow one of my shirts?" I asked, holding back my jeers.
"That'll be just as bad! Men love it when women wear their shirts!"
I grabbed one of my simple white t-shirts, groaning, and shoving it under the crack of the door.
"I don't need your stupid shirt!" Bella growled pushing it back under.
"Just take it!" I cried, pushing it back under.
I heard her grumbling incoherent swears as she pulled the shirt under the door. Normally, I would have laughed, but I was pissed. Little Bella was making me feel bipolar.
I changed out of my suit into a pair of flannel pants and a baggier, white shirt. I glanced out the screen door to the view of the balcony. The rain had stopped but the air was thick and foggy. My kind of weather.
I heard the bathroom door open slowly and Bella walked to my side. I turned to look at her. The shirt was a good six inches from her knees, even as she gripped the ends, attempting to pull it down more.
"Thanks for the shirt." She muttered, looking down at her feet.
"Thank you for giving in." I smirked.
"You're. Impossible." She said enunciating every syllable and glaring before stomping over to the bed. It was almost comical with her still pulling down my shirt as much as she could.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as she wrapped the blankets tightly around her self, hunching herself up into a ball. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of sniffling, not loud enough for human ears but it broke my still heart. She was in her own hell, too. There was no way this could work out with everyone being happy in the end.
I opened the door to the balcony, pulling off my shirt and leaning on my elbows over the edge, my face buried in my hands.
A new feeling washed over me. Perhaps it was just pity. But I actually cared about how she felt. I cared about her. But I couldn't figure out why.
I had saved her life twice today. Twice. She was a danger magnet! She didn't care about her own life so why should I?
It was duty. I told myself. But now, I wasn't so sure.
I couldn't stand her and she couldn't stand me. We were forced together. And like two pieces of a different puzzle, we would never mesh. I just couldn't get over the ache in my chest, a sort of want for us to mesh.
It's for Carlisle. I said to myself adamantly. I feel nothing for her.
And yet, I still had the slightest feeling that I was lying to myself.
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