We reached Mike's parents' store and Angela nudged me awake softly. I groaned but managed to open my eyes slowly to the dark light of Forks as the night rolled in.

"Come on, Esto, wake up," Angele joked, smiling at me.

"Okay, okay," I said, chuckling.

As I climbed out of the van I noticed Lauren looking at me and laughing. I swear down I will officially slaughter her next time she gives me evils.

I felt a meek tap on my shoulder. I turned to see it was the hysterical Mike. "So, what did you think of the trip?"

He was clearly fishing for a good response. "Oh, um, it was good." I replied, nodding. I actually wasn't lying; I had quite a fun time to be honest.

"Great! I was so worried you'd hate it or find it boring."

"No, of course not," I smiled, revealing my teeth. They weren't yellow or crooked I just didn't like them, then again I didn't like anything of mine.

"Oh, um, cool. I'll see you in school on Monday then?" It sounded to me like he was asking for a date.

"Yeah, you will," I said it quite dryly, but hey, that's life.

I trotted to my truck which sat in a puddle of murky rain, seeing that everyone else was leaving and Mike was watching my every move. Eurgh, why couldn't he just take a hint?

I put my key in and Sauron roared to life, earning a mocking laugh from Lauren and her sad posse.

I drove down the conifer lined streets to my home, seeing the overcast sky was now becoming a cliché in my life. I liked it, yes I said it! I like the cold now, well not necessarily the cold but more the look of cold weather. Wait, no, I like cold. Maybe Edward's influenced me on the cold? Oh how I longed to just squeeze the muscled cups of his ass or kiss the tender lips of his.

I shook the thoughts out of my head absentmindedly and carried on driving home.

Once I got home I saw Charlie's cruiser parked outside. As I walked up the porch stairs tinted with rain I could see Charlie in the kitchen, cooking! No way was he cooking! Since when did Charlie cook?

Strolling into the house I could smell the familiar aroma of chocolate cake!

I smiled in delight and entered the kitchen. Charlie smiled at me and right on cue pulled the cake from the oven. The top was nice and brown, the crispiness releasing a fantasy like blow of steam. I meekly grinned and sat down on the wooden, laundry littered table. "What's all this about, Dad?"

"Well, seeing as though you always cook for me I thought I'd return the favour," He said this before slicing into the cake, releasing melted chocolate oozing from the small bubbles. My mouth watered like a waterfall and dug in instantly.

"Mm, thish ish very nice," Was all I could conjure as my mouth was filled with food.

After having a chat about how the day was I cleaned the dishes and went up to bed. But I went up only to find the window was wide open once more!

I sighed and trotted over to it, slamming it shut, but before I could I noticed the frame was tantalizingly cold. I gasped at its temperature and couldn't get the thought of Edward's icy chill out of my head. Clearly he wasn't in my room or came into my room; it was just the fact that the outside was cold.

I hopped into bed and said goodnight to the world...for tonight.

When I woke up the gloomy light shone through the window which I was happy not to be open. I immediately put some jeans on and a inside shirt (a shirt that you don't go out in, just wear it inside.) I glanced at my clock and saw it was 8:30am. Charlie would have gone to work so I smiled to myself, knowing no one would disturb me if I had music blasting.

After listening to some of Bach's greatest works on full blast I jogged upstairs to my bedroom. I got my Mac off my desk and sat down, legs crossed on the bed. Googling 'Cold One' I came up with various search results, one of them was The Legend of the Slapping Beaver. I sighed at not being able to find a thing and then decided to type in Quileute Legends. Suddenly, millions of results came up. I smiled in victory and clicked on the first one. It was a reference to a book store in Port Angeles. I scribbled down the street etc. on a small green piece of paper and headed off out. I was going to the shop to get some Pepsi! Oh, my God I need Pepsi. That soft drink is literally my life line.

When I was walking back from the store I felt a light tap on my shoulder. It was Edward. He smiled to me, a charming and suave smile, so alluring that I nearly dropped my can right there.

"Bonjour, monsieur," The way he said the French pronunciation was to die for.

"Edward, what're you doing here?"

"What, you don't want to see me?" He feigned hurt.

"Of course I do," I joked. We were walking and talking now.

"Oh, so you do want to see me? Why's that, then?" His eyes lit up and a glorious grin grew across his face.

"Uh, of just shut up already!"

He laughed at my reaction.

"Um, I'm going home now, Edward...Bye..." I didn't want him to leave but I didn't expect him to want to stay with me, did I?

"What? I can't come with you?"

"Well you can if you want, but I just wouldn't have thought you'd want to come into my home," I chuckled awkwardly. We were outside the house now, walking up the wet path.

"I'd love to come into your house, I don't care where it would be actually, I just love being in your presence," He looked at me when I was about to insert the key into the hatch and held my hand.

I turned to look at him, his eyes looked scared, like he was going to do something he would regret. I still looked at him, his hand caressing mine and his other hand stroked my jaw. My breath trembled and he leaned into me, pulling my back into him so our bodies were touching. He leaned in further, out foreheads leaning against each other softly, and then his lips grazed against mine. They were cold, but warmly cold, an oxymoron which really described his lips. That was all, he only grazed his lips against mine, but it was enough. A rose red blush erupted upon my cheeks and I couldn't say a word, my mouth was just completely and utterly speechless. I stroked Edward's heart but felt no heartbeat, but that didn't matter, my lips were touched and caressed by his, two blushing pilgrims.

A look of shock and fear spread across his face and I gasped at it, wondering what I did wrong! "Edward?"

He didn't say a word but just walked down the steps with the same horrified look on his face. Then a blurry aura engulfed him and he was gone!

The rain began to fall, but luckily I was under the porch. I nearly started crying. Was it me he ran away for? Was I disgusting? He almost kissed me God damn it!

The weekend was then sad and depressive; I got no response from Edward at all. No visits, nothing. I didn't even see the window be open. I spend the whole of Sunday in my room, embracing my legs as I nearly cried. Charlie didn't know what was wrong with me, but blamed it on my hormones. I spent the full weekend locked in my room, doing nothing by reading and listening to classical music.

Whe Monday arrived I almost refused to get out of bed but succumbed to Charlie's 'I'll call your mother!' line.

After showering and getting dressed I morosely slumped down the stairs. I didn't bother getting any cereal, just got in Sauron and drove to school. The sky was in its usual dark and dismal tone, and when I parked up I saw the Volvo and the Cullens, Edward was there too. I glanced away instantly and didn't bother going near them. As I walked into the institutional building I had to walk past Edward, I kept my hand down fully, my headphones lodged deep into my ears. I was listening to Bach's Concerto for Two Violins. I saw Edward look my way, a look of remorse and regret clear upon his face. I sighed and walked into reception where I read Wuthering Heights the floor, my back leant against the corner of a wall.

Break emerged and I was sat with only Jessica and Angela, Jess was talking about dress shopping for prom, I and Angela weren't really listening, just nodding when the time was right.

"We should get to Port Angeles before all the goo dresses get cleaned out," She remarked smugly.

When I heard the words Port Angeles I shot up, needing to go to the town for the book I needed. "Port Angeles? Mind if I come?"

Angela looked at me smiling. "Yeah, I need your opinion. We're going today, after school so we'll pick you up."

I beamed at her remark and nodded. "I'll be ready at about 4, is that time okay?"

"That's great," Said Jessica, and right on cue the bell went.

The rest of the day went boring, at dinner Jessica kept telling me that Edward was staring at me. I shrugged, pretending I didn't care when I blatantly did.

The last lesson was biology. Large conifers were outside the windows so the pine needles scratched like cats against them, the wind howling like wolf in the cold air.

Edward gave me a smile when I was walking up to my seat. I ignored him, giving him an evil glare beforehand. As the lesson dragged on Edward kept saying me name, trying to apologize. If he knew how much sorrow and worry and angst he put me through the entire weekend he could shove it up his fat...pale, hot, tight, muscled ass!

The bell tolled and as I went up Edward came in front of me.

"Get out of my way, Edward," I didn't look at him, just clenched my teeth and prepared to barge past him.

"Okay, I'll let you go, but first," He got out a piece of paper from his pocket. "This is for Port Angeles."

He zoomed out of the room then. I shook my head and opened the crumpled piece of paper and saw incredibly elegant writing inscribed upon its snowy surface. 'Be safe.' It said. I gasped at how he knew I was going to Port Angeles and how he seemed to care.

When I got home, Edward on my mind the whole time I got changed into some dark blue, tight jeans and a brown top. I took my coat in my arm for safety in case it became unbearably cold.

After eating some cereal, chocolate cereal may I add, I heard a beep outside, this was Jess and Angela.

I wrote a note to Charlie declaring where I was and took $30 of my spends from my piggy bank. When I went outside to see Jess's red, rather average car I smiled at seeing, well, my best friends. That's what I classed them as.

As I got in the car Angela commented on my jeans. "Where'd you get these from?"

Jess turned from the wheel to see them. "I got them from um...Where'd was it now? Um, when I was in England on holiday from this shop called Primark."

"You went to England?" Jess asked as we drove down a tree straddled lane.

"Yeah, my mom wanted to visit Manchester so we went."

"Ah..."

The rest of journey was of us having laugh, talking about boys and how the rumours are going around that me and Edward were going out. I refused them of course because it isn't true, but I did feel a tinge of hurt that is wasn't true.

When we arrived in the town it was quite bustling, especially on the High St. We hopped shops and the girls tried on dresses. I picked out a mint green one for Angela which look dazzling on her and a pink, slender one for Jess which hugged her slim figure perfectly. I could be a fashion designer, well, so I though. SWAN PRODUCTS, remember that name, you'll see it in London, Paris and New York.

After picking out the dresses the girls decided we should go shoe shopping. Know this would take too long and therefore I wouldn't be able to get the book I'd need I had to slip out.

"Hey, um, guys I kinda need to go this bookstore."

"Oh, um, well, do you want us to come with you?" Jessica asked, pointing her fingers at her and Angela.

"No, it's fine. I'll meet you at the restaurant," I said this and waved them off as they begun hunting like lions for the glorious shoes.

As I walked up the narrow lines to this Quileute occult shop I get an icy sense of foreboding and also a sense of being watched. I looked around but saw no one there and carried on walking.

When I got to the store I saw it was an austere, wooden building. It looked like it was once a fisherman's hut. The windows were lined with dream catchers and cultish stuff like that. I walked in and it smelt like cough sweets. I gasped quietly at how dark it was but proceeded to the counter. An old man with hardly any neck wearing a denim jacket was behind, giving me a beckoning look. "How can I help you?"

"Yeah, hey, I'm looking for a book called 'The Legend of the Cold Ones' By Alex Otaya."

"Right here," He handed me and aged and wrinkled book, bound in blue leather. "That'll be $7."

I thanked him and handed him the money.

I tucked the book into my bag and strolled out of the store, basking in the fresh air of outside. I began to walk down a small alleyway, as this is the way that I came. At the other end however, I saw 2 guys hanging around there. Being paranoid and safe and also remembered Edward's orders I turned back and would find my way back to the High St. I noticed them following me and gasped as I walked faster. When I turned on to another road I saw two more men, who seemed to be with the other guys come in front of me. I turned to see the two men from the alley come up behind me and all four trapped me in a circle. "Hey, boy, you want us to treat you?" "Yeah, we could show you a good time." On of the short haired ones grabbed their crotch. Tears came to my eyes whilst I tried to push past them, but couldn't. They closed in more. One of them grabbed my arm. "Don't touch me!" I commanded.

They kept trying to pull me into a bush. I yanked away as hard as I could but couldn't. I screamed in fear, knowing this would probably be where I would die or be raped. I could feel the tears grow in my eyes as I was being pulled away from sight.

But, suddenly, I heard tyres screech and a blinding light...