Edward Cullen.
The Edward Cullen.
In my bedroom...
...right now....
While I'm wearing nothing but a bra and underwear...

"Get out!" I shout.

"Woah, woah, Bell calm down!"

"Get out of my room right now or I'll scream for my father."

Edward swallows hard. "Okay. I'm sorry." He begins the climb back out the window.

"Wait!" I call after him.

He pops his head back in.

"My room is on the second story...how did you get up here? And what the hell were you doing in here? Are you the reason why I can't find the matches to any of my socks?"

Edward releases a slight chuckle. "No, I haven't been stealing your socks. I've just been watching you sleep every night."

"Every night?"

"Every night since last week."

  My stomach twists into a knot. "That's so- creepy! That's it, get out of my room you pervert!"

"Don't you want to know the answer as to how I got up here?"

"No! Just leave already!" I toss my pillow at the pale boy's head.

"Good night Bella!"

"Do me a favor and never talk to me again!" I shout at him. I watch as he hops out of the window and  disappear into the night.

What a creep.