BELLA'S POV

"Yeah, I am." I found myself replying monotonously as I walked closer to him and sat in the same seat I sat in yesterday.

He smiled gently as he pulled his food closer to himself and started eating. "You look even prettier this morning." He mumbled and I frowned.

His voice was still as annoying as ever and though I was scared of him, I hated him more than I was scared of him. I rolled my eyes openly and picked up my spoon and knife.

"You should eat like a ...