You were "friends" with Edward Cullen... or so you thought. You didn't really know what you were. He was either friends with you, or he'd just hate you the next day.

One night, you'd been dress shopping with a couple of your friends; you'd left early due to wanting to visit the local library. After exiting, you walked down a dark alleyway, your arms limp by your sides.

You looked up soon at the alleyway exit, spotting two drunk men stumble past. Once they caught sight of you, they mumbled amongst themselves and suddenly starting walking towards you, causing you go broaden your eyes silently and turn around, walking the other way.

You heard them following after you— well, stumbling. You walked briskly into a car park, where you were suddenly met with three more of them. They circled around you, smirking and murmuring suggestive slurrs to you.

You kicked one of them in the crotch, causing them to back up and double over with a pained groan. The others simply snickered, approaching you.

Suddenly, a car screeches and skids from around the corner, pulling to an abrupt stop right in front of the drunk men, causing them to yelp and stumble backwards. Someone quickly exited the car; it was Edward. He looked angry.

You watched as he glared them down intensely, causing the men to stop snickering and double back in fear. "Get in the car," Edward ordered you, his tone sharp and non-negotiable. You obeyed quickly, getting into the car as he followed closely behind, slamming the door behind him.

As you both drove off, the silence was unbearable. He was practically seething, his touch on the wheel firm and slightly slipping. You noticed he was heading for your house, seemingly driving you back home. Without a word? You swallowed, tense.