Dreaming of you

Disclaimer- Unfortunately, I don't own anything; Stephanie Meyer does.

A/N- Okay, so I wrote this just over a week ago but wasn't able to post it because I was staying in my caravan without any Internet. So, here it is, chapter 10. Enjoy!

Chapter 10


The sound of Edward clearing his throat for the third time besides me had me squirming in agitation and clenching and unclenching my jaw. To my misfortune, Edward had returned to school without a mummer of his absence. It was mind-numbingly annoying but I couldn't help but remember my tedious awaiting for his return. Clearing his throat once again, I scrunched my eyes tightly shut and tried to prevent myself from jumping out of my seat and strangling him to death.

"Do you need something for your sore throat, Edward?" I hissed before I could initiate my plan, still not flickering my gaze to him as I pretended to be engaged in the lecture the class was receiving.

"No." He scoffed and my heart fluttered at the sound of his displeased and slightly enraged voice, for which I haven't heard for such a long time.

"Well then, will you please, for the sake of my sanity, stop clearing that throat of yours?" I huffed bitterly, my anger getting the better of me.

I gazed up at him, a scowl planted on my face and my eyes burning with rage, but to my disdain, he looked completely and utterly helpless. The frown on his face made my heart contract and tighten in my chest and I wanted nothing more than to reach out my hand and caress his face, bribing the worry lines on his forehead to disappear.

"I'll do what I please." He replied, the sound of his intimating voice didn't match the sadness that was brimming in his eyes, ready to overflow at any given moment and unleash his emotions upon me.

I rolled my eyes and gave out a huff of disapproval, "Surely your parents raised you with better manners than that, Edward. You don't want to let down the family reputation, do you?"

His long and smooth fingers lashed out and latched themselves around my wrist, holding me firmly in place as I sat in shock at his intense grip, "Don't you ever speak ill of my family." He sneered, a low growl escaping his lips as I tried unsuccessfully to yank my wrist free. There was a shockwave of current circulating through me at that moment, it was uncomfortable and tense and it seemed to be coming wholly from Edward himself. I liked it though and that only exceeded in making it even more thrilling.

Unintentionally, and without my knowledge, the sleeve of my blue sweatshirt raised at his touch and the slight dent of my skin was revealed to his burning eyes.

"What is this?" Edward hissed at me.

"What's what, Edward?" I seethed, still trying unsuccessfully to retrieve my arm from him. Damn, he was strong.

"Your wrist. What happened to it?" He sneered, staring at it calculatingly, his eyes wide as he... sniffed it?

My eyes widened as a wave of realisation rolled over me; he had witnessed my scar. Of course he wouldn't know what it meant, but he could obviously tell that it wasn't your average scar, that it had been formed by a human or an animal of some sort. The indentation of my attackers teeth were deep and not exactly unnoticeable.

"Oh, its just a scar, thats all." I lied, quickly rolling down the sleeves of my sweatshirt to conceal it from any prying eyes, but he stealthily rose it back up again as a blush crept upon my cheeks.

Examining it carefully, his fingers gently traced the contours of my scar, his face laced with confusion and worry.

For a second, I couldn't help but get caught up in his magnificent features; the sharpness of his jaw, the exact shape of his succulent lips and the way his eyelashes batted like the wings of a swan, feather-like and unbelievably long. The natural darkness of them against his pale skin was breathtaking and I couldn't help but wonder how such a creature could be born as close to perfection as he was. I paled in comparison to him and it was rather embarrassing. How could he be so attractive, it was strange and so rare for a small town like Forks. Come to think of it, all of the Cullen children seemed to be appealing. Did Carlisle and Esme only adopt enticingly beautiful people?

Snapping out of my daydreaming, I realised that he was still inspecting my wrist, his nostrils suddenly flaring with anger as his grip grew tighter and I suddenly felt the amount of pressure he was putting on my wrist. Feeling the sudden halt of blood flow and the tingles that crept upon me, I gasped in shock at his strength.

"Let go of me!" I screeched out as all eyes zeroed in on our secretive squabble. Mr Banner span around, his eyes widening as I struggled to break free.

"Mr Cullen!" The teacher exclaimed, a look of disapproval and shock on his astounded face, "Will you please remove your hands from Miss Swan?"

Edwards nostrils flared with anger before he removed his death-grip from my aching and red wrist.

Flexing my hand, I groaned as Edward shot me a look of pure hatred, and somehow regret and sorrow, and in that moment, I wished for the floor to devour me for anything was better than the stares I was receiving from my surrounding classmates and the glares from the beautiful god situated besides me with his halo of bronze hair and his illuminated golden eyes.

At the end of the lesson, Edward bent down towards me, his lips brushing softly against my ear, "We need to talk." He whispered, his voice so velvety and delicious, it had me quivering.

"I'd rather not." I winced, retrieving my belongings.

"Oh, but I insist." He chuckled but it didn't reach his eyes, which were still malicious and tortured.

I cackled heartlessly before turning my back, my hair swinging over my shoulder and whipping him in his astounded face, and walking away with a smirk planted on my face. I knew my hair smelt of my favourite strawberry shampoo and I was fairly sure that he had gotten a whiff of it.

Once again, his hand came into contact with my wrist and I flinched instinctively, yanking my wrist free, "We don't want a repeat performance, do we, Edward?" I hissed, glaring at him threateningly.

"Sorry." He muttered, dropping his hands to his sides instinctively.

"Apology not accepted. You see Edward, I'm looking for something a lot more sincere." I snapped, for his 'speech' was lacking sincerity.

Baffled, Edwards jaw dropped and he stood speechless for a few seconds before he regained himself and shot me an intense look of pain, "You should stay away from me."

I just stared up at him with a helpless and confused look in my eyes. Shifting my weight to my other foot, I retorted, "Why should I?"

He chuckled humourlessly before noticing my unamused expression and cleared his throat, "I'm dangerous, Bella. You should stay away from me, but I guess you already knew that."

His astonishing eyes returned to my wrist for a split second before he shook his head -his cluster of hair falling across his forehead- and stalked out of the classroom, following the flow of students to the cafeteria.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid..." I cursed myself, mentally slapping myself for my unfriendly demeanour. I couldn't help it though, I wasn't used to people being so open and grabbing me like Edward had, I was a 'keep to themselves' sort of girl. I wasn't used to being around people who actually took notice of me, the whole ordeal was all so new and frightening.

The sound of laughter filled my ears from the doorway and I realised that Edward had heard my small tirade about my stupidness. How did he hear that from such a distance, when I was barely whispering?

Shaking my head, I exited the classroom and made my way down the bustling hallway, scanning the crowd for Edwards familiar face but gave out a huff of annoyance when I found that he was nowhere to be seen.

- - - -DOY- - - -

"Bella, Bella, wake up!" Came the slightly annoying sound of Leah shouting down my ear.

I groggily opened my eyes to the blinding light of the sun threatening to blind me through the cracks in my curtains.

Sighing, Leah jumped down from my bed and peeled open the curtains, making it all that more hard for me to open my eyes.

Squinting against the suns blinding rays, I noticed it was raining despite the sunshine before Leah threw a small white paper bag at me and instantly got my undivided attention.

I sat up hesitantly and peered inside, "What is it?"

"I don't know! It came in the post this morning, it said it was for Miss Isabella Swan, but it didn't say who it was from. Oh, there was a note with it, too." She informed me eagerly, delving into the back pocket of her jeans and retrieving a small folded piece of crinkled paper.

I read the note first, wanting to see who had sent me a gift when I had been here for just over a week. Maybe it was from Renee.

The text emblazoned across it read, 'I am terribly sorry if I offended you in any way at all, Isabella. I know this gift does not begin to cover the depth of pain I inflicted on you, but you need to understand that I am only keeping your best interests and well-being in mind. It is true that you should stay away from me, I am extremely dangerous and I wouldn't want to get you tangled in my web of lies. Be safe, Bella.'

I regrettably placed my hand inside the bag and retrieved a small, navy blue, box. I flipped it open to find a silver charm bracelet nestled inside it securely. The sun rays made the diamonds shimmer and glisten into my sleepy eyes and thats when I noticed where the sparkles were coming from; the small charm dangling from the chain.

It read: 'Be Safe.'

I gasped momentarily before rage settled in the pit of my stomach and I launched the small bracelet across the room.

Leah sat in shock throughout my wrath-filled rage. Her questioning chocolate brown eyes looked from me to the bracelet, which had landed on my study desk.

I stormed out my room before she could ask what had happened.

I locked myself in the bathroom before flopping onto the toilet seat and letting the tears fall from my sleepy eyes.

It was from Edward.

- - - -DOY- - - -

Rapping my knuckles against the wood of the Cullen's front door, I shouted out at the top of my lungs, "Open the goddam door, Edward! I know your in there! Just-"

Before I could continue my rant, the door swung open to reveal Esme.

She was beautiful with intricate curls that were a soft caramel colour and the pale skin and golden eyes that her husband and children had inherited.

I felt awful for my misbehaviour. It wasn't Esme's fault that her son was disreputable, notorious... Striking, generous, smart and benevolent... Wait, I was supposed to be infuriated with him for goodness sakes! What was happening to me? Was I unlocking my heart to him, maybe again if it were the Edward from my dreams? If so, did I want to?

Of course not! I was a responsible, independent young lady with my own responsibilities and reputations. I didn't need a man in my life and certainly not Edward Cullen. He would just worm his way into my life and create havoc and I certainly did not need that. I was content with life and I wouldn't change a single detail. I would never allow the stupid, shiny, silver, Volvo owner to ruin my life ever again. He'd already done it once and I wouldn't allow him to do it again.

"He's in his room, Bella. Please, be careful, I wouldn't want you to get hurt because of his unintentional actions." Esme pleaded, her golden eyes shining with worry. In that instant, a wave of pity washed over me and wiped away any traces of my anger.

I nodded my head and ascended the stairs sluggishly; wanting to gather my thoughts before I saw his glorious face.

I took a deep breath at his door and opened it, not bothering to knock; he would probably hear me with his unexplainable super hearing.

I peeped my head through the opening just to be on the safe side of things, "Can I come in?" I asked quietly.

He was gazing out of his bedroom window, his eyes trained intently on my window. Did he witness my tantrum? He nodded his head but apart from that, didn't move an inch.

I huffed at his, yet again, foul mood, "Listen, Edward, about this," I started, gesturing towards the small charm bracket that I had retrieved before storming out, "I cannot except this gift, it's too much."

Edward laughed unemotionally, "Yes, I observed your little temper tantrum there. Is that what you usually do when people try to do something for you?"

I spoke with clenched teeth, my voice rising up a few octaves, "I'm not a charity, Edward. I don't like it when people do things for me."

He guffawed and whispered in a barely audible voice, obviously not intended for my ears, "Or your not used to being taken care of."

The sudden realisation of what he had just said hit me like a ton of bricks, winding me and making a rather loud gasp of shock to escape my lips.

"What did you just say?!" I fumed, my hands balled up into fists at my sides.

He looked shocked for a second before regaining himself, "It's true though, isn't it? Your not used to people taking notice or care of you. Before you moved here, you were invisible and basked in the glory of it. But, now, someones stepped forward who cares for you and you will not accept it. Your not used to it and your pushing him away. He's finally found someone that's different and special to him and your not letting him enjoy his newfound freedom."

"How dare you question my bringing up! My parents did everything in they're power to make me who I am today and I will be forever grateful. My parents are great people, they may not be of your standards but I love them!" I roared, getting close up in his face.

"Oh, please, they left you to do everything for yourself, Bella. I can tell, your too different from people in your era. Your more of a grownup then them, Bella, and as much as I love that, it's not fair." He said, still keeping a calm and collected voice, whereas I was a raging thunder storm ready to strike, "And what are you talking about standards? I may not associate myself with many people other than my family, of course, but that's because they are not worthy of my time. And not because they are not of my standards, but because they're not you, Isabella. They're cruel and selfish and are undeserving. They don't deserve someone like you. You should never have come to this forsaken town, it's not good for your health, Bella."

"Do you know what, Edward? Just leave me alone, I don't need you, or your gifts for that matter. I can take care of myself and I don't need you barging into my life, like you own me, and turning it upside down. I was fine before I came here and, now, I hate this town more than I ever imagined. And its all because of you, Edward. You, you, you." I cried the last three words, shoving the stupid little bracelet into his hands before scuttling down the stairs, Edward trailing at my feet.

"Please, Bella, wait!" He shouted after me.

I was outside now, the sheets of pouring rain, trickling down my already tear stricken face. I couldn't hear his footsteps and so I slowed down my pace, thinking he must have retreated back into the warmth of his home.

Unexpectedly, a strong hand grasped my elbow and span me around. It was Edward.

"What?" I spat, just wanting to go back to my room and cry until I was out of tears to produce.

"Listen, I'm sorry, okay? For everything," He whispered, a pained expression flitted across his flawless face, he closed his eyes firmly shut and spoke softly with traces of agony clear on his face, "I-I'll stay away from you from now on, if that's what you want."

I didn't move an inch or speak a word, frightened that I'd burst out crying if I did so and fall to the ground in a heap.

He turned away, his head down as he ambled towards his house. Leaving me squinting after him in the sheets of relentless downpour despite the overhead sun.

Did I really want Edward to stay away from me? I realised instantly that I didn't, I couldn't live in a world were he didn't exist. Hadn't I already established that? He'd left me once and I was a wreck. Maybe, he'd been sent back to finally allow myself a chance of happiness. Was I throwing it all away?

"Wait!" I called out, he froze but didn't make a move to turn back to me, taking a deep breath, I finally belted out what had been escalating inside me since the first time I met him, in 1917, "I don't want that."

A/N- What do you think? A lot of bitterness in this chapter but the ending sort of made up for it, right? Well, I thought so. Reviews are appreciated, thanks for reading:)