Author's Note: This update will bring us the closure of two stories. I know, at the same time! How can I do this to you?! Sorry about that. But all good things must come to an end, right?
I'm actually reconsidering about those two new stories I told you I was going to post soon. School is keeping me on my toes, plus community service all day on Saturdays, and the semester is coming to an end soon... It's all very chaotic and confusing for me. I doubt I'll have much time to update, much less write stories. Handling one story is hard enough, but I've juggled six at once. I will not be doing that again.
So sorry about that, but I'm going to reconsider. Maybe, maybe not. It is indefinite, as of now. In the meantime, read on to the last chapter of Complicated. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
I managed to avoid Edward the entire day. I didn't know how I did it, but all I could think of was to escape this pain, escape him. I was even considering transferring to a different school. Anything to break out.
I was heading back to the dorm from the library at around eight o'clock, when I heard a familiar voice calling my name. A thrill of fear ran through me, and instinctively, I began to run.
But, of course, with his longer legs, he caught up to me easily. He grabbed my arm, stopping me, and swung me around. "Why are you running away from me, Bella?" He sounded hurt.
A lump formed in my throat, and I stared at his T-shirt determinedly. I couldn't look up at him. If I did, I would start bawling like a baby.
"Bella, look at me," Edward insisted, grabbing my shoulders.
I shook my head, trying to swallow the lump unsuccessfully. I felt my eyes become damp as every second passed.
He sighed. "Bella, please. Don't misunderstand. What you saw in the cafeteria, it's nothing."
"It doesn't matter," I said flatly.
"It does matter," Edward said firmly. "I could see the resignation in your eyes when you ran away. You can't give up on me, Bella." His voice softened. "I've been waiting for you, and you only."
"Suzanne is nothing to me," he said sharply. "Trust me, Bella."
The tears gave way. They fell down my cheeks, making me feeling silly. I felt like a baby in front of Edward. I was so embarrassed at my misunderstanding. Why had I been too quick to jump to conclusions? Was I really that weak?
He cupped my face and lifted my head up so that I was looking straight into his eyes. "How could you ever believe that I want to be with anyone else? I've loved you ever since I could remember. I only see you."
I started crying harder. This was a dream. Someone pinch me. I couldn't afford to get my hopes up and fall down again.
Edward frowned. "I can tell you don't believe me. Why not?"
"B-Because," I wailed. "This is a dream! I'm dreaming right now!"
He started laughing. "What makes you say that?"
"Because you're here in front of me!"
He wiped away my tears with the back of his hand. "Don't be silly, Bella. I'll always be in front of you from now on." His eyes smoldered. "I promise. And I'll prove to you that you're not dreaming," he added.
He leaned in until his lips met mine. I felt dizzy and lightheaded. After a moment, the passion got to both of us, and suddenly, we were kissing harder and more desperately, as though we were kiss-starved to death.
I pulled away first, gasping for air, and Edward chuckled under his breath. He pulled my arm toward him so that I collapsed into his arms. His strong, muscular arms wrapped around me tightly...finally.
"I love you, Bella," Edward murmured. "Never, ever forget that."
I relaxed into his wide chest and closed my eyes. "I love you, Edward."
Eight Months Later
"How could you do that to me?" I shrieked, bursting into my dorm room and startling Alice, Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper, who had been playing cards on the floor.
Edward quickly followed me in, looking just as frustrated as I felt. "You're misunderstanding! Nothing happened!"
"That's a lie!" I whirled around and jabbed a finger at his chest. "I saw it with my own two eyes. You were totally hugging her! You were totally going to kiss her!"
"What is going on?" Alice asked, her eyes wide. "Edward, what did you do?"
"I'll tell you what he did," I said, while Edward looked exasperated. "He cheated on me, that's what he did!"
Rosalie gasped. "Oh, Edward. No, you didn't!"
Edward spread his hands in innocence, looking outraged. "No, I didn't! Why are you so quick in believing her when you haven't even heard my side of the story? Now, I'll ask all of you: Do you really think I, of all people, would cheat on Bella?"
"Nope," Emmett said easily.
"I wouldn't believe it for all the money in the world," Jasper said in a bored voice. "God, the way you flirt with her drives me nuts."
"See?" Edward yelled at me. "I don't know how you can just distrust me like that! What happened to eight months of dating? Did it just fly out the window?"
"It did when I saw you hugging that blonde!"
Alice made a face. "Oh, God. Suzanne? Are you serious? That girl is still around?"
"I told you!" Edward exploded. "She hugged me! And I couldn't push her away! She's strong for some skinny, anorexic girl-"
"Then what's the point of all that cardio and weight-lifting if you can't even push away a hundred-and-twenty pound girl?"
"Duh, to look good for you," Rosalie snorted.
"Rose," I snapped. "Not helping."
She flashed me an innocent grin. "Look, honey. Why don't you just forget the entire thing? I agree with the boys. It'll take years – maybe even forever – to convince me that Edward was cheating on you."
I frowned at her. "Some friend you are."
She held up her hands. "Just being honest."
"Thank you," Edward stressed. He turned back to me. "You just happened to arrive when Suzanne was hugging the crap out of me. Bad timing on your part, Bella. It's your fault."
My eyes widened. "My fault?"
"Come on, love," Edward said, pulling me toward him. "Let it go. Don't you trust me? It's not my fault your boyfriend is so popular that girls can't help hugging him." I heard amusement in his tone.
I scoffed. "Someone's got a sense of self-importance."
"Do you believe me?" he murmured into my hair.
"Ugh, what an eyesore," Jasper muttered.
"Go get a freaking room," Rosalie agreed.
"Come on, Bella," Emmett urged. "Just give in. You two have had sex; it's only right."
At that, Edward and I both groaned in exasperation.
"Kiss and make up, you two," Alice said, laughing.
I pulled away. "Fine. But if I catch you hugging or even making eye contact with some random girl that's not me – Alice and Rosalie excluded – I'm going to make you regret it."
Edward laughed and pulled me into his arms again. "Alright, alright. You don't have to worry about that anymore."
"You're mine," I whispered. "Don't forget that."
When we started kissing, our friends all squealed and groaned in disgust.
"They're worse than we are!" Emmett complained.
"Ugh, let's get out of here," Jasper said, pulling on Alice. "Give them some privacy."
"No way!" Alice protested. "If we leave now, they're definitely going to have sex. In our room! No way!"
"Come on," Emmett mumbled, pushing Alice out of the room. "Just deal with it. I can't stand this any longer."
"Have fun, you two," Rosalie said in a tone that contained amused laughter. As soon as the door closed behind her, Edward pushed me up against the wall.
"I love you," he whispered huskily.
I smiled. "As I love you."
AN: And all together now: Aw... Wasn't that sweet? I enjoyed writing this story a lot, and I enjoyed reading your lovely, encouraging reviews even more. Thank you so much to each and every one of you, for sticking with me all the way, like the wonderful, loyal fans you are. Thank you, thank you! And now...you know what to do! Just review, review, review for the last time! Thanks so much!