I Hate Twilight — 11

I don’t know what’s wrong with me; one minute I’m thinking of ways to kill Edward, the next I’m thinking of ways to please him.
I almost kissed Edward today, but thank God the teacher walked in, making us break apart. I don’t know what came over me, and I acted like this all day at school.
I sighed as there was a tapping at my window. I knew it was Edward so I left it, hoping he’d go away.
I was beginning to feel odd, like I actually wanted Edward with me. I opened my window, letting him in. I walked over to my bed, lying down.
“Hey Edward, why are you here?” I asked.
“I wanted to see my mate,” he said, walking over to the bed to lay down next to me. I lay my head on his chest and looked up at him, as his arms wrapped around my waist.
“I’m glad,” I spoke softly. Leaning up, Edward saw this and started to lean in closer until our lips touched. I felt butterflies in my stomach that I never knew were there explode, and I felt electric shocks pulse through my skin, in a good way.
I pulled away, smiling at him. I rested my head on his chest, running my hand up and down his chest as he caressed my hand and kissed it. I looked up at him to study his face.
“I love you,” he whispered, making me smile.
“I..” I looked down, unable to say the words. “I… lo…” I looked down again, still not able to say it. I looked at Edward confused, only to notice that he was glaring out the window, saying something really fast.
I placed my hand on his face making him look at me, I rubbed my thumb on his cheek, looking into his eyes. We both leaned in until our lips met. I closed my eyes.
Instantly, I felt that mushy feeling for Edward disappear. My eyes snapped open to see Edward’s eyes closed, and I felt his stupid munching lips on mine. I shoved him off of me. He looked at me, hurt.
Like I care if I hurt his feelings.
I caught him looking out the window, pissed. That confused me, until it clicked in my head. That’s why I had feelings for Edward at school and just now. Jasper, my thought spat.
I glared at Edward clenching and unclenching my hands, when Jacob burst into the room.
He looked at Edward with murderous eyes. I pulled Jacob into the bathroom ignoring the growling and protesting from Edward.
“Are you OK? Did he hurt you?” Jacob asked, franticaly looking me over.
“No, I’m fine, sort of. Edward has been getting Jasper to mess with my emotions so I would love him.”
“So you would love Jasper?” he asked, confused and worried.
“No, so I would love Edward,” I said angrily, frustrated with myself for not noticing this sooner.
Jacob stormed out of the bathroom and punched Edward in the face. I watched from the bathroom trying not to laugh, but when I saw him fall to the floor, I felt a tug at my heart.