Chapter 5

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I felt the blush make its way up to my cheeks. I made sure that my eyes were downcast. Is Edward Cullen standing in front of me without his shirt on? OH MY GOD! I swear that I had never seen someone that gorgeous before in my entire life. I mean I knew he must have been built considering how his shirts clung to his chest and arms. But never in my wildest, well maybe my wildest, dreams did I imagine that a 17 year old could be this chiseled. That should be illegal. I couldn't even bring myself to look up. I was way too embarrassed to make eye contact with the God standing in front of me. I hadn't even noticed that he was really tall. I guess I never noticed because of his being in a wheelchair and everything. He was at least a head taller than my 5' 5" frame. I couldn't look down anymore. I decided that I would look straight up and not look at his lovely abs and pecks on my way to his eyes. He was standing with crutches leaning towards one of his sides away from his hurt leg. I finally met his eyes. He smiled. I swear I think I need crutches. Every time this kids smiles at me I have to make sure my legs don't go out from underneath me. He didn't look the least bit embarrassed. I kind of hated him for that.

"Hey Bella." Great, of course he would sound completely normal like he isn't at all fazed by this situation. The smile he had reached his ears. I had never realized how perfect his lips were until this moment. There was nothing about him that didn't scream perfect.

"Hhh-ii." I all but stuttered out. The blush on my cheeks was a full-blown fire-engine red. "I'm sorry I'm early, I didn't realize that I was going to get here so soon. I mean I can wait in the car if you're not ready…" He started to cut me off with his laugh.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I was just about to change my shirt when I heard you knock. I thought it would be rude of me to make you wait in the cold. I didn't think of the fact it would be rude to open up the door without a shirt on. I apologize for my thoughtlessness." Of course he would think of a completely adorable and sweet response. He made me so weak in the knees it's not even funny. I decided I would try and ask casual.

"It just took my off-guard. Well? Are you going to let me in, or are you just going to make me stand out here in the freezing cold?" He smiled that lovely crooked smile again. Oh God.

"Of course not. Wouldn't want a pretty girl like you getting sick, now would we?" I knew it was a rhetorical question but I couldn't help but notice that he called me pretty girl. He opened the door wider and moved his crutches out of the way so I could make my way past him and into his warm house. I looked around and lost my breath. The place was absolutely gorgeous. It was neat and looked like someone had lived in it a lot longer than a couple of weeks. There were no boxes anywhere. When Charlie and I moved to Forks we had boxes around the house for months. But what would you expect? This was Edward we were talking about. He screamed perfection, his house screamed perfection, his father was perfection, hell, I'm sure his mother and sister were as well. God I felt out of place. I heard Edward laugh beside me. I hadn't noticed that my mouth was agape and he was staring at me with a weird look in his eyes. Admiration? Nah. That can't be it.

"I'm guessing by the look on your face that you think it's nice." He chuckled.

"Uh, you could say that. It's absolutely gorgeous. I thought you guys just moved in like a few weeks ago? Where are all of your boxes?" I couldn't help the awe and questioning tone that came out.

"Yea, well, my Mom decided that it would be a good idea to hire some help considering my Dad and I are not too keen on unpacking and everything. Plus, she wanted the house to feel lived-in when she and my sister made their way up here."

"Well that makes a lot of sense." He simply nodded his head. I completely forgot that he still wasn't wearing a shirt until I looked down and lost my breath again. Those ABS! I felt the blush come up to my cheeks again. I guess he noticed too because I saw a flushed pink on his cheeks as well.

"I uh, uh, I'm sorry I'll go get that shirt. I have all the papers and stuff for the lab in the dining room. It's just through there to the left." He said as he was pointing down a ridiculously long hallway. "I'll be out in a couple of minutes. Please make yourself at home. You can go into the kitchen and get a drink if you would like."

"Thanks Edward."

"Anytime Bella." He winked at me and walked with his crutches down an adjacent hallway I'm assuming to go to his bedroom. Even with crutches he walked with grace. I remember the one time I had to use crutches; I tripped over a rug and ended up having to get five stitches in my head because I hit the edge of the countertop. That was Bella for ya. I decided that gawking at Edward probably wasn't the best thing to be doing at the moment. But who could blame me? I mean all the muscles in his back would scrunch up and you could see them being used. Hot. That was the only word that I could use to describe it.

I couldn't help but think of him in his room, with no shirt on, near his bed. Oh God Bella! Snap out of it. I shook my head of the thoughts and made my way down the impossibly long hallway, how many freaking rooms did a house need anyway, and finally made it to the dining room. Just as I suspected, perfect.

I took a seat in a chair at the end of the beautiful mahogany eight-person table, near all the papers Edward had laid out, and patiently waited for him to get back from his room. About two minutes later he came in and took the seat beside me. He turned his head at me and had a weird expression on his face. I didn't know what, but it was like he was contemplating something.

Just then he coughed a little to clear his throat and spoke up. "So, I looked over the lab and I really don't think it's going to take us long to do this at all. I mean, it's relatively easy. I already did my family, so I guess we just have to do yours and then write up our findings. I think we should do a tri-board too so that our presentation will be better." I just stared at him. I have never had a partner that took it upon themselves to start with work without me. I mean Angela was great and everything but I found myself either re-doing her work or just doing most it myself. Edward had impeccable skills. I looked over what he had done and couldn't believe there were no mistakes. Now I felt bad. He had done it all and I hadn't even helped.

"Edward, I'm sorry. I didn't even realize that you were going to start the project already. I haven't done anything. I feel so bad." I'm not sure if he understood a word of what I had just said because it came out in a mad rush; but just then Edward put his finger to my lips to silence my rambling. I hadn't realized how close he was sitting to me or the fact that I was a little light-headed. I think it had something to do with his intoxicating smell. It was sweet, but still unbelievable masculine. It was amazing. I stared into his striking green eyes.

"Bella." He stated simply. "It's okay. I know that you will do your fair-share of the work. I just had some time and it took me ten minutes, tops. Please don't apologize. It's fine." He still didn't take his finger from off of my lip, and I didn't know why but I wanted him to leave it there. He was touching me and the electricity that had entered my body was undeniable. It sent shivers down my body and made me feel warm and comfortable inside. I relaxed a little bit, only to sit up stark-straight again when he gently ran his finger over my lip, the skin of his index finger tugging gently on my bottom lip making it protrude out a little. Once he dropped his hand he looked at me and liked his lips. I let out an audibly shaky breath. Whoa, what just happened? Was Edward thinking about kissing me?

At this point we were sitting impossibly close. Our faces centimeters away from each other. He leaned in closer to me his eyes almost completely closed. He breathed in deep and my heart began to flutter frantically. This couldn't really be happening. Could it? Was I about to kiss Edward Cullen? AHHH! Before I could answer all of my frantic questions, all of my thinking came to a halt when Edward's incredibly soft lips came in contact with mine. I was stunned to say the least. I didn't know how long this feeling was going to last so I decided that I was going to make the most out of this situation.

I closed my eyes at the sensation. It was like lightning bolts shooting all throughout my body. It was completely surreal. At first his lips were just lightly pressed to mine, I wasn't having that. If this was going to be the only time I would be kissing Edward then I was taking full advantage. Just when I thought he was going to pull away he did the exact opposite. He pulled me closer. He snaked his arm around my body to draw me closer to him. It was kind of difficult considering our position at the table but I didn't care. He held me closer with his right hand and used his left hand to move my hair away from my neck and pulled my head even closer to his lips. I thought I was going to die from the overwhelming scent of him. Then he took my lower lip between his lips and sucked lightly. Yep, I was going to die. I moaned at the sensation. Even though this was close it just wasn't close enough. I wanted more. No, needed more. I decided to take some initiative and move my paralyzed arms up around his neck to bring him impossibly closer to me. I started playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He moaned into my mouth thoroughly enjoying the fact that I was now sucking on his lips.

Still, it wasn't close enough. I wanted to taste him. Taking the initiative once again because I felt like he wasn't going to, I parted my lips slightly and snuck my tongue to lick his upper lip. That's when all hell broke loose. He stilled. Now, I'm no expert on kissing but when someone wants to start frenching you, I don't think it's a good sign when the guy you're doing it to stills. Yea, no, definitely not a good sign. His lips completely stopped moving. Then he was pushing me away, and lifting his head breaking our lip-lock. But what he didn't next really confused me.

He jumped back and crashed into the wall we were closest to, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He was taking huge breaths and looked like he was hyperventilating. I just stared at him wide-eyed. What was I supposed to do?

I decided talking might be the best scenario. "I..I..I'm sss…sorry Edward. I really d..didn't mean for that to happen. I..I'm really sorry." I was literally stuttering. I had no idea how to rectify this situation, he looked completely freaked out. He just stared at me. "Really Edward, I'm sorry." Then I decided I wasn't going to apologize. I wasn't sorry I kissed Edward, I really liked him, plus it was by far the best kiss I have ever had and he wasn't going to ruin it for me. I started to get up from my chair to move over to him but he just took a step back, closer to the wall. "Edward." I said to him in a near whisper, he still didn't look at me. "Edward." I tried to get his attention again. This time he looked at me. I could only see pain in his eyes. Well, that's not good. "Edward. I'm really not that sorry. I really like you and I know it seems a little fast but I didn't mind." I almost felt ashamed for admitting it but whatever he had to deal with the fact that I liked him. He just stared at me his eyes growing even more pained.

Then he said the most hurtful words I have ever heard someone say to me before. He looked me dead in the eyes and said "Well, I don't like you and that was a huge mistake. You need to leave." He said it with no emotion what-so-ever. Just matter of fact, like it was the daily lunch special. I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. I had to get out of there. I didn't even pick up my things before I bolted right out of his dining room, through the long- ass hallway out of the door, into the bitter cold. I didn't look back. I just ran to my car, started it, and left, leaving Edward Cullen behind.


Okay so I know this took FOREVER to get out and I apologize profusely.

I feel awful for doing this to you all but I'm really just not into this story right now…and probably won't be. I have another idea that's darker and based on a real life experience which I think will be a hell of a lot more interesting so I'm going to go ahead with that. I want to thank everyone that has read this story and for those of you that have reviewed. I just want to say that I apologize and that I hope those of you that liked this story will read my other one! Thanks to all of you!!!!!!