I know I was sitting in front of hundreds of people, but I literally felt like someone was just staring at me. Not just a casual glance, but enough to make me feel uncomfortable. I glanced behind Mike and sighed when I saw Edward just outside the tunnel. He bit down on his lip and twirled his racquet roughly in his hands as he stared at Mike and I. Actually it was more like glaring a thousand fucking daggers. I tried to pay attention to what Mike was saying, but I couldn’t break away from Edward. I felt like he had this hold on me, like I was only allowed to look away when he wanted me to. And he was holding his ground.
“Bella?” Mike asked.
I blinked a few times and let out a shaky breath as I forced my eyes to him. “I’m sorry what?”
“Would you want to go to a movie or something?” He smiled nervously.
“Oh. Um…I’m really busy with this job Mike I don’t really know if that’s a good idea.”
“Okay.” His shoulders fell.
Why was it so easy to say no to him? It was a simple word. No. How come it wasn’t even in my damn vocabulary as far as Edward was concerned?
“Excuse me.” I got up, hoping to make a graceful exit away from this situation. I noticed Edward was gone and I didn’t see anyone I knew, so I started down the tunnel hoping to run into Emmett, Alice or Rose.
As soon as I rounded the corner, someone grabbed my arm and pushed me gently back against the concrete.
“What were you doing with that douchetool?” Edward said. His eyes almost looked completely black with anger.
“Newton. What were you doing with him?”
“Talking,” I shrugged and glanced down at his fingers grasped around my arm. “Let go of me.”
He sighed and released my arm, but didn’t falter in his gaze. “I didn’t like it.”
“Edward I’m a big girl, I think I can handle myself.” I started to walk away but he blocked my way with his arm. “Edward…” I narrowed my eyes at him and he dropped his arm.
“I’m…sorry. I’m just really stressed out and…” He clenched his eyes shut. His fingers gripped so tight around his racquet I was sure that he was going to snap it. A low rumble escaped his lips and I knew he was close to losing it.
“It’s okay.” I didn’t even think as I reached out to him and tilted his chin up. “Edward look at me,” I whispered. He finally opened his eyes again and they were just slightly softer than before, the emerald green barely tinting the outsides. “It’s okay.” I nodded.
He smiled sadly and turned away.
“Edward?” I called after him.
“Your forehands look amazing…” I smirked.
“Oh I love it when you talk dirty.”
So it looks like we're getting some of that competition you're all looking for ; ) I wonder if Jake's going to step back into the mix as well. I'm going for Thursday as the next update. Enjoy.