Much love goes out to my beta, Rana.

She really is a saint.

I do not own Twilight, or anything associated with it.

Sadly..

Chapter 1

BPOV

The sun was shining abnormally bright for Forks, Washington-especially on a September day. We were taking advantage of it though. Shorts and T-shirt weather was my favorite.

"Come on, Bells? Pleaaaasseee?" Jacob asked from the back seat.

"No."

Alice laughed from the passenger seat of my yellow VW bug. They were my two best friends.

Jake was begging me to go to Port Angeles for the last 5 minutes. I was having fun watching the 6'3 boy-man squirm and whine.

"Only if you tell me who she is." I say, glancing at him in the rear-view mirror as I pull into the diner parking lot and trying not to laugh.

"Re-" he stops. "Shut up, there's no girl."

Alice laughs again and it really is funny; now Jake has to actually admit it, because he just ratted himself out.

"Bells, please? There's no girl yet but I'm hoping there will be. Her name's Renesmee and she works at the pet store in the mall. Please, for the love of everything holy. I'll do anything."

I roll my eyes, because it's just like him to beg.

"Fine, but you have to wash and clean out the Lemon-and buy Alice and I coffee for the next two weeks."

He hurls his huge frame over the front seats and wraps his python-sized arms around me.

"You're the best, Belly!"

"Jake, coffee now." I try to sound serious and annoyed, but it's cute.

He kisses my cheek and jumps out on Alice's side and kisses her cheek, walking into the diner.

"So, what time is Em coming in this weekend?" Alice asks.

"They're supposed to be getting here at 2 P.M. Sunday." I answer.

Emmett is my older brother. He's twenty and living in Florida. He's the quarterback at the University of Florida. He's married to his high school sweetheart, Rosalie. When they were juniors Rose got pregnant and nine months later had my niece, Jolie Renee Swan. It was hard, because the same year my mom, Renee got into an accident and was killed by a drunk driver. My dad, Charlie, basically had a mental breakdown when Em and Rose decided to name her after mom. We got a huge amount of money from the accident, as it was an eighteen-wheeler that hit her. Rose's dad was an awesome lawyer and Charlie basically sued the shit out of the trucking company.

Jolie's two now, and she has us all wrapped around her tiny, perfect finger.

I was distracted as I saw the silver Audi pull into the diner.

Fuck.

"Are you guys still doing this? It's been a week."

"Doing this? He's the one who fucked everything up." I snort.

"He's sorry, Bella. I know it, Jasper knows it, Jake knows it. For fucks sake Charlie knows it. Just fucking forgive him so you can be Bella and Edward again, and the world can be okay."

At this point, she's thrashing around in her seat, and jumping up and down. The fuck, home girl really doesn't need coffee. I turn in my seat and glare at her.

"Would you forgive Jasper if he fucked Jessica? Fuck, even if I could get over that, which I think I can. He still drove fucking drunk and he still lied about it. No deal, final fucking nail in the coffin, Alice. I can't put up with that bullshit. And for the record, I don't give a fuck who knows he's sorry. I don't know it, so it doesn't fucking count."

"Jazzy would never ever let Jessica go near him. You love him. You've loved him since you were fucking babies so why can't you just get over it? Would you rather give up on him completely? This shit with Lauren? She loves that it's eating away at you. Don't let it get the best of you."

"Whatever, Alice." I mutter as I watch him exit his car with Jasper. Alice jumps out of my car running and jumping into Jasper's arms, and I bang my head against the steering wheel as Edward comes around to my side of the car. I hit the power button on the radio, blasting the music.

I sing aloud to "Wilco" blasting through the sound system Jake installed.

Edward taps on the window and waits. I slip on my aviators. I'm so pissed off at Alice for verbally bashing me and I'm so angry that she's right.

I know I need to get over it.

I am trying to break your heart...

Perfect song.

My phone buzzes in the cup-holder and I'm starting to get even more pissed off.

"Baby, open the fucking door. Crack a window. Please."

I text back:

"You lost the privilege to call me that when I caught you passed out and fucking naked with that skank. And if that's not clear, I don't want to play nice, and I don't want to talk to you."

I throw my phone in my bag, and pray that Jake hurries the fuck up so I can get the hell out of dodge and we can go to school.

That doesn't happen though.

But in the 10 seconds that I close my eyes, and rest my head against the steering wheel, the passenger door is yanked open and my fucking...Edward is sitting in the seat turning off the music, and yanking my aviators off my fucking eyes.

The look in his eyes is so fucking intense. His green eyes are dark, almost black, but I can still see the gold in them. I can see the sadness and regret there, though. It softens some of the anger. I notice his hair is sticking up wildly from running his hands through it.

"What are you doing? Get out!" I punch him, push and when that doesn't work I honk the horn.

"Bel, please. Stop." He says, grabbing my fists in his hands.

"No, get the fuck out." I continue to squirm around and try to push him out of the car. I should know better -especially because I know how he looks without a shirt on and I know the muscles he has...

"You look like an idiot." He says, half amused and annoyed. He's still holding my hands and I can't find the strength to pull them away. I know I'm being a child, but it's 7 in the morning, and Jake still hasn't brought me my coffee because he's too busy staring out of the window just like the other half of the city of Forks.

"What do you want?" I finally relax, but I'm still pissed.

He gets this look in his eyes that almost makes me want to hug him.

"Can we talk after school? Please? Come to my house, Esme wants to see you."

"She saw me this morning when I picked Alice up."

"Bella."

"Edward." His thumb is rubbing circles on the top of my hand, and I'm getting goosebumps from the electrical current that has been there ever since I can remember, so it comes out as a whisper.

"Please?"

Unable to find my words, I nod.

"Fine, but we're staying downstairs so you can't use your voodoo magic on me."

He gives me a smile, and pushes a strand of hair behind my ears like he always does.

He turned, getting out of the car. Before he shuts it he leans back in.

"Bel? Always. See you in Biology," and then he was gone.

I love you, Always.

Eighteen years with Edward fucking Cullen and he can still dazzle me beyond belief.

Asshole.