So after over 4,000 hits on my story and 160 reviews later, I realized I have AMAZING loyal fans who put the biggest smile on my face. (:
Special shout outs to AnonymousM, Amylovesdinosaurs and other anonymous reviews that made me laugh out loud. I'm also extremely honored to those who said I have talent. As a writer that is such a good thing to hear because we're always criticizing and doubting our work. So I am humbled by your praise and hope I can live up to your expectations! (:
ALSO, I have gotten reviews that the correct spelling is ADONIS and not ADNIS. I know this. But do you really think five year old Bella knew? Of course not silly reader! They realized the mistake later but by then Adnis stuck and it wasn't going away.
So without further due, a chapter that has been 3 years in the making (YIKES) I PRESENT TO YEE CHAPTUH TWELVE! *shoots canons*
Listening to: Skyscraper by Demi Lovato
You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
The days passed slowly and indistinctly, muddling together into a blob of gray. Conversations with Adnis had been flashes of light, glimpses of sun that had broken the gloom, even if for a little. But that light died, just like the magic.
Edward and I continued to avoid each other like the plague. Sleepovers at Alice's became so unbearably awkward that they were permanently switched to my house. Sometimes I would catch Edward glancing at me, with an always confused expression. Like he still couldn't comprehend the fact that Disaster and Bella were the same person. I could relate.
And so here I was, boring a hole with my eyes at Edward's empty seat in front of me. If anyone looked at me they would think I have an abnormal fetish for barstools. I would be that weird.
Mr. Clark was animatedly talking about electrons and protons, as if there was nothing else in the world that could possibly be more interesting then that. Except for barstools. Which is exactly why I wasn't paying any attention to anything, except the barstool.
So you can imagine my complete bewilderment when it started raining in the class.
Girls started shrieking, clutching their purses and covering their heads with the book. You can bet Alice's was the loudest shriek of all. In fact, at the moment she was cowering under the table, protectively holding her purse from harms way.
It was then that it finally dawned on me that the fire alarm sprinklers had activated.
"Bella! Bella!" Alice yelled fiercely, grabbing a leg of the stool and shaking it violently.
"Holy crap Alice you're going to break my neck!" I cried, hopping off the stool before she could tip it over, "What?"
"Give me your hoodie!" she said impatiently, her hand shooting out from under the desk. I glanced at everyone else, who was being ushered out of the room by Mr. Clark.
By now Alice was attempting to yank it off my body herself. "Ugh! Scoot over." I muttered as I ducked under the table with her, "Why the heck do you need my hoodie?"
She stared at me as if I said the most horrifying and stupid thing all in one sentence. "To protect Vivian!" she said indignantly, her blue eyes pleading with me.
Realization dawned on me, "Your purse? You want my hoodie to protect your purse?"
"Yes." She smiled brilliantly, happy we were on the same page.
I glared at her as I quickly shuffled out of my hoodie and thrust it in her face, "Only because I know you're not going to take no for an answer." I muttered as I wrapped my arms around my soaked body.
"And this, my dear, is why we're best friends." Alice chirped happily as she snuggly wrapped my hoodie around her purse, "Vivian is very happy."
"Vivian is not alive Alice." I reminded her.
She stared at me horrified, clutching her purse to her body, "Be quiet! She could've heard you!"
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is how I know my best friend is absolutely certifiably crazy. Although I can't exactly judge, apparently I have a fetish for stools.
"Ladies if you're done chit chatting under the table, would you please step outside?" Mr. Clark exasperatedly asked as he crouched down to our level, "We're evacuating just to be safe."
"Yessir!" Alice and I saluted him and quickly scrambled from underneath the table, making a run for the nearest exit. When we finally landed outside we let out a peal of laughter, clutching onto each other. People were staring weirdly at us but we were used to it.
"Bella!" I heard Mike yell right before he picked me up from behind and swung me around, "What a stroke of luck, huh? No Chem!" I let out a shriek before it turned into laughter at the whole absurdity of this situation. He plopped me down with a satisfied smile and I couldn't help smiling back at his enthusiasm. Mike wasn't a bad kid, just extremely obnoxious.
Out of nowhere, Edward appeared, his slender fingers wrapping quickly around my wrist. He leaned close, his brilliant red hair dripping little droplets of water on me, "Can we talk?" His green eyes stared intently at me, only sparing a brief, but scathing, look at Mike. He didn't even wait for an answer as he began impatiently tugging me in the other direction, to a more secluded spot.
"You and your sister really need to learn some patience." I muttered as I stumbled after him.
He stopped abruptly, letting go of my wrist and spinning around to face me. I folded my arms and stared at him, waiting for him to say something. But he just stood there, tugging on his hair. His mouth opened a couple of times to say something, but it would quickly snap closed.
With a frustrated sigh I spun around to walk away. I'm not masochistic, I won't stand there and be hurt again.
"Wait." he said in a strangled voice. I stopped and closed my eyes.
Be strong Bella, be strong.
I stood there stiffly with my back to him, waiting for him to speak.
"I-I," he paused, clearly frustrated, "I just don't know what to say."
"Then clearly you don't really want to talk." I said bitterly, starting to walk away.
"If I didn't want to talk I wouldn't have pulled the fire alarm to get the opportunity." he said smugly. Oh there's the cocky bastard I knew.
I whipped around and stared at him incredulously, "What's wrong with picking up the phone?" I walked straight up to him and poked him as hard as I could in the chest. Surprise flashed in his eyes as he stumbled backwards, throw off by my sudden anger.
I threw my hands up in the air, "Lord knows you have my number Edward!"
He immediately shut down, his whole body hunching over. "I can't." he muttered, "I've tried." He was tugging at his hair again, a nervous habit I realized. "I can't combine you and Disaster. I just can't." He sounded so helpless. I might have felt bad for him if the words hadn't hit me like a blow to the stomach.
"You can't, or won't?" I asked bitterly, wrapping my arms around my stomach.
He stared back at me, his emerald eyes swimming with frustration. His mouth set in a determined line as he slowly walked towards me, stopping until we were only a foot apart.
"All I know," he said quietly, "Is that I can't lose you. Not again."
"Lose me? Edward you didn't lose me. You got RID of me." I cried, my eyes swimming with tears. I hated how weak he made me feel. That no matter how big my wall was, he could make it crumble with a few words. Why did I let him have this power over me?
"I didn't mean to!" He said desperately, his frantic eye searching mine. I don't know what he expected to find. Hurt, confusion, disgust? I'm sure he found all those things because his gaze quickly dropped to his feet. "I never planned on you hating me." He said softly.
"Me neither. But I never planned on you breaking me to pieces. You should know more than anyone Edward, you heard it on the phone every single day. All those years you convinced me you were a good person, that you would never treat me the way E does. Does it hurt to know all those promises of protecting me from him are empty? Does it hurt to find out you broke Disaster?"
Each of my words almost looked like a physical blow to him, cringing with every sentence I spat at him.
"Can't combine me and Disaster? Fine. Then listen to a story. YOU made Disaster cry every night, YOU made Disaster believe she was worthless and YOU have absolutely no one to blame but yourself." I took a step forward until we were nose to nose, my fierce brown eyes staring into his grief stricken green ones. "But YOU no longer have the power to do those things. YOU are done and I will no longer let you break me."
I stood proud but I knew everything was a lie. Because even as I said those words, I felt myself crumbling. I felt years of magic just die with in me. And I knew that for the rest of my life, I would never be strong enough to beat Edward Cullen. But I was strong enough to walk away.
And so I did.
"Everyone back to class!" the Principal yelled, "It was a prank, there was no fire." Everyone muttered, disappointed to be sent back so quick. I walked back to Alice who, bless her soul, didn't say a word. Loping her arm around mine, she lead me back into the school.
With one last glance I looked back to see Edward, who hadn't moved an inch from where I left him. He stood motionless and alone, looking like a man who had just lost everything because of a simple miscalculation.
With a deep breath, I turned away and followed Alice into the school.
The next day was Saturday, and for that I am eternally grateful. I had no clue how to handle the situation with Edward after my little outburst yesterday. Thankfully I didn't need to think about it for another two days.
I yawned as I shuffled down the stairs, the bottom of my pajama pants making shuffling sounds. I smiled softly as I walked past the bay window, glad to see the sun finally shining. Oh and look there's Edward.
I froze, and slowly walked backwards to the window. My mouth dropped open as I saw Edward sitting on the steps, his head between his hands. His hair looked like it had been thoroughly tugged and pulled, sticking out in random tuffs.
"Boy wouldn't take no for an answer." Charlie said gruffly, appearing beside me, his mustache twitching, "Told him if it was that important he could wait outside until you woke up."
"How long has he been here?" I asked incredulously.
Charlie checked his watch, a grimace on his face. "2 hours. Dang, I bet Billy he would only last an hour. I owe that bastard $20."
I glanced tentatively back out the window, where Edward still had his back to us. "Do you think I should talk to him?" I asked softly, twirling a piece of my hair around my finger.
"I'm all for shooting the kid, but any boy that waits two hours obviously has something mighty important to say." Charlie said reluctantly, folding his arms across his chest. Ahh, and protective papa bear comes out.
I nodded, resigned to the fact that the only way he would get off my porch was if I talked to him.
"You know I'll still shoot him. Remember the signal word?" he asked, glancing down at me.
"Porcupine." I said automatically. "The word Porcupine equals Charlie shoots boy."
"That's my girl." Charlie said fondly, ruffling my hair up before walking away to search for his gun.
Straightening my shoulders, I marched over to the door and threw it open. A startled Edward leapt to his feet, obviously looking for my dad and his gun. When he realized it was me he let out a relieved sigh, his wary eyes following me as I walked towards him.
"Yes?" I said, folding my arms as I tried to stare sternly at him. I don't think it worked because he cracked a smirk at his expression. I probably looked constipated.
"I know you think you're done with me Bella, but I don't think I'll ever be done with you. I don't think I can ever say goodbye." he said, wringing his hands nervously as he stared at me, "At least, not until you hear my story. Then, if you're still done with me, I can accept that."
I stared at him for a moment, before sighing and joining him on the steps. "Talk."
WOO HOOO! And the Unknown Caller Choo Choo train is BACK ON TRACK.
Short chapter I know, and it's mostly filler but I had to lead up to the rest of the story, and the BIG conversation in the next chapter. You get to hear Edward's side. (yes he is still a douche but after you hear his story maybe you'll think of him as a little less of a douche? Maybe, not likely)
Anyways thank you for all your support and please keep it coming! It's your reviews that made me write this SO quickly. I couldn't wait for you guys to read it. (: (also sorry in advance for typos, didn't even check this before I uploaded it. I'll edit it tomorrow!)
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