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Edward is a popular and sexy singer, and Bella is a kind student at UCLA. When these two meet, they hit it off. But, will the world allow them to be together? ExB, RxE, AxJ

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Chapter 1:

BPOV

Sharing a dorm room with your best friends at college is not easy, let me tell you that much. Don't get me wrong, I love my two best friends, Alice and Rosalie, to death. But, my god! Can't a girl just study for her Spanish quiz in peace?

Well, why don't we start off by giving you some background information?

I am 21 years old, and I am currently attending UCLA, where I am studying secondary education. I am hoping on becoming a middle school history teacher. I came here with my best friend from high school, Rosalie. We were roommates freshman year, and Alice lived in the room next door. We instantly became close with her. Us three were the typical group of best friends that you'll see on television shows or read in books, only we don't start pathetic drama with each other. We are the definition of the three musketeers.

Now, to my past.

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona. My parents, Renee and Charlie Swan, were as happy as can be. They adored me, and the beautiful life in which they were living at the time. My father worked as a police officer in Phoenix, and my mother was an anchor on the local news show. Growing up, life was perfect for me. My family had plenty of love, happiness, and money. We were the ideal American family.

But, when I was 7, things between my parents were going downhill. My mother was becoming very lazy. She would spend her nights out drinking with her friends, leaving my father with twice the responsibility that he should normally have. There were some nights when she wouldn't even come home, in which we found out that she was cheating on my father. She ended up quitting her job because she became far too lazy to perform it. This caused my parents to constantly fight, which I hated more than anything. They divorced when I was 10, and I moved to Forks, Washington with my father, where we started a new life together. I then was going to spend every summer with my mom, which I did.

Middle school was difficult for me. Those were the years when the divorce really hit me. I was very moody during that time, and didn't have very many friends. The only person who helped me through the divorce, besides my father, was Rosalie Hale.

I met Rosalie in seventh grade, she sat beside me in English class. We instantly became friends, and stuck together ever since. We have never gotten into a fight, we are always here for each other. She was my light through the dark times, I guess you could say.

Alice burst through the door, interrupting my flashbacks.

"It's on in 5 minutes, get your ass out here!" She demanded and took my hand, pulling me fiercely into the living room. I sat on the recliner, my favorite chair, and locked my eyes with the T.V as Rosalie plopped a huge bowl of popcorn onto the coffee table. We were all practically bouncing with excitement.

Edward Masen's concert was starting in 5 minutes, and we had Payperview, which allowed us to view his concerts. It cost a lot of money, but it was so worth it. We absolutely adored Edward. He was a 23 year old singer, and he was one of the most popular performers worldwide.

Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't one of those overly obsessive fan girls who knew every little detail to his life. I wasn't like that. I liked Edward for more reasons than that. His songs were inspiring, and different than most other artists as of now. Most artists wrote of sex, money, and alcohol. Edward sometimes wrote of his feelings, sometimes about love, and sometimes about having a good time. His songs were always catchy and put a smile on my face. There wasn't one of his songs that I disliked.

My favorite thing about him, though, was the fact that not all of his songs were the same genre. He had mostly pop and r&b songs, but not all of his songs were either of those two. Some of his songs were country, some were jazz. He even has a few rap songs, which are beyond fantastic. He previously stated, though, that rapping is not one of his favorite ways to perform. He said his comfort place is with his piano.

His voice was literally like an angel, there was no note that he wasn't able to hit successfully. He was also a very talented dancer, and he played a few instruments: Drums, piano, trumpet, electric guitar, and acoustic guitar.

Edward was also extremely generous, smart, and funny. He's always giving to charity, thanking his fans, and giving back to everyone. He is very down to earth, and he loves having a good time.

At least, that's what he says in his interviews.

There was one more detail to Edward: He was insanely gorgeous. He was named as 'The Sexiest Man Alive' last year, and he has millions of girls chasing him. His bronze-colored hair, which was always messy, made girls swoon. His green eyes were always filled with love, and his crooked smile could make a girl faint. He was well-built, which was too sexy too handle, as me, Alice, and Rosalie called it.

He was perfect. No doubt about that.

We all started squealing with energy as Edward came onto the screen, introducing his first song.

He was wearing a gray T shirt with white stripes, and a pair of jeans with black Nike's. His hair, of course, was messy, and his eyes held excitement and determination. You could instantly tell that he loved what he did.

His concert was amazing, as usual. His voice sounded incredible, and he performed great songs. His dancing was perfect, and the lights and smoke made everything in the arena much more energetic.

And those are the reasons why I was such a huge fan of Edward Masen.

"Bella! What do you want for dinner?" Rosalie shouted as I walked into the kitchen simultaneously. She was rummaging through the cabinets frantically, even though we had plenty of options.

"It doesn't matter to me, just wait until Alice gets back from class and we'll ask her."

Rosalie sighed and plopped into one of the kitchen chairs. "Her class ends in a half hour!" She groaned. I rolled my eyes and patted her head, saying "You complain too much."

She dropped the topic and started a new conversation, suddenly becoming very serious. "What am I gonna do about Royce?"

Royce King was Rosalie's current boyfriend of almost two years. Alice and I didn't really like him, due to the fact that he didn't treat Rosalie a third of the way he should treat her. He would blow her off a lot, and flirt with other girls. He was a player, and Rosalie didn't even see it. She was too blind by his looks and charm. He was one of those guys that knew exactly how to sweep a girl off her feet, since he's done it to about a billion girls.

Okay, not a billion. But you know what I mean.

"Well if he hasn't answered your calls or texts in five days, what does that tell you?" I asked. Rosalie's been trying to call him and text him all week, and his ring tone on her phone hasn't rang once. At first she didn't really mind, she wasn't a possessive girlfriend. But, now, she was getting confused and angry.

"I don't know, I'm sick of him doing this to me." She frowned. She knew that he wasn't exactly the sweetest boyfriend alive, but she loved him. Only God knew why, but she did.

It was just a mystery to me as to whether or not he felt the same way.

"Then say something. No offense Rose, but you're always putting up with his shit. He yells at you for nothing and you sit there and take it, and then apologize to him." I said, because I was frustrated at how he treated her. She needed to know the truth, whether she liked it or not.

"Yeah, but.. I don't even know." She whispered, and put her head down.

"Well what do you wanna do?"

"Scream at him." She said with an evil smile on her face. I chuckled at her.

"Then what's holding you back?" I asked in a serious tone. She pondered the question for a while, and then shrugged her shoulders.

This wasn't unusual behavior for Royce. One day, he would treat Rosalie like a princess, and the next day, he would scream at her and call her awful names. Rosalie deserved so much better, but she just didn't see it.

And I prayed for the day when she finally would.

I looked down at my iPhone, waiting for Alice's text. She promised me that she would text me when she got out of class, so we could meet at the Star buck's a few blocks down the street. We were planning on meeting there to plan a way to tell Rosalie about what I saw yesterday.

I was walking back to our dorm room after Spanish, when I saw Royce holding another girl behind a shaded tree. I quickly put my hood up, so he wouldn't recognize me, and hid behind the building behind the tree. I peeked around the corner and watched them smile together. It's not too serious, Bella, I told myself. He then kissed her cheek and walked away, while she giggled and got into her yellow punch-buggy. I rolled my eyes in disgust and walked to my dorm. I didn't want to tell Rosalie just yet, I wanted to talk to Alice about it over coffee, since I've been craving a latte from Star Buck's.

My phone vibrated on the granite table in the corner of the shop. I looked down and read the text from Alice.

On my way!

Alice arrived about 10 minutes later. We got our coffee, and then dove right into the dreaded conversation.

"So you saw him holding another girl, and then he kissed her cheek?" Alice asked as she leaned towards me, making sure that no one else heard us.

"Yeah, it wasn't too serious looking, but it happened."

"Not serious? Bella, he's kissing another woman! On the cheek, yeah, but still!" Alice exclaimed loudly. I shushed her, and she whispered "sorry!"

"It's okay, Al. But this is the final question: should we tell Rose or not?" I asked.

"I think so, he HAS been treating her like shit lately." Alice reminded me. I nodded my head and took a sip of my latte.

"I know. But I'm scared that hearing this will make her even more stressed out over him." I challenged. Alice played with her straw, stirring her coffee while debating the topic.

"She deserves the right to know, that's all I have to say."

I sighed. "I know, but I don't wanna hurt her." I hated when Rosalie was upset, especially over Royce, because he was absolutely horrible towards her.

Alice looked at me with a serious expression. "He's gonna hurt her anyways."

We had our minds made up. We were going to tell Rosalie, in the gentlest way possible.

But who knew how she'd take it? Maybe she'd wave it off.

Or maybe she'd make a big deal out of it and flip out.

There was no telling with Rosalie.

We were on our way back to the dorm room, thinking of ways to tell her.

"We can't be mean about it. Rose gets pissed when we badmouth Royce." I reminded Alice. She nodded and turned the volume down on her radio in her white Mazda 6.

"Yeah, but she also needs to know who he really is. She's dating a lie, Bella, you and I both know that."

I sighed and looked out the window, watching the shadows of the trees that the sun created so beautifully. It was always so beautiful in Los Angeles. I rarely needed a jacket, and the beach wasn't far at all. This was the perfect town, and I absolutely loved every part of it. Especially the fact that the sun was always shining. In Forks, sunny days were something a little girl would write about in her diary. They were very rare. And when clear skies would occur, people would talk about them and completely cherish them until the second that the sun wasn't visible anymore.

That was a big reason as to why I wanted to go to college at UCLA.

We pulled into the parking lot. Alice parked her car, and we both got out of the car simultaneously, ready to face the situation. I sighed a nervous sigh and walked into the building. We climbed the stairs to the fourth floor, where our room was located, when we instantly heard screaming.

"You always do this damn shit to me, and you know it!" Rosalie yelled, she sounded insanely upset, like she was crying.

"Oh, shut up, Rose! You are always over exaggerating everything, and I'm sick of it!" Royce screamed back.

I ran to the door, planning on bursting in and putting Royce in his place, but Alice pulled my arm back.

"No, Bella!" She yelled in a hushed tone.

"Al, let me go! I'm not gonna let him talk to her that way!" I yelled back, trying again for the doorknob, but Alice stopped me again.

"Bella, listen to me! How often does Rosalie ever get to tell him how she really feels? Let her do this!" I came to realization and slowly nodded, while we both stood outside the door and listened intently.

"You're always bitching and complaining to me! Nothing that comes out of your mouth is ever positive!" Royce exasperated.

I could tell that Rosalie was crying from the tone in her voice. "What do you want me to do, Royce? Put you on a damn throne and be miss peppy after you treat me like shit?"

"How the hell is ignoring your phone calls and text messages treating you like shit? I was studying and trying to concentrate!" Royce was getting very defensive and angry by now. I wanted to slap him.

"That's not the only thing I'm talking about, how about the way you're always flirting with these pathetic whores when you know how that makes me feel? It's like you don't even care about me or us!"

"When do I ever flirt with girls, Rose? You're over exaggerating again!" He yelled back.

I couldn't take it anymore. Royce just lied right on the spot, I had to stop him. Rosalie fell for too many of his lies, but I wasn't going to let her fall for this one. I'm sick of watching her get hurt by him over and over again.

I burst threw the door and was instantly in Royce's face.

"So you're saying you don't flirt with girls? How about that girl you were hugging and kissing on the cheek behind that tree yesterday, Royce? I saw you!" I shouted, watching as Royce backed up with his hands held up in surrender. I heard Rosalie let out a cry, which broke my heart.

"Bella, that was my sister." He stated, surprisingly calm.

I rolled my eyes, this definitely was another lie.

"Yeah, right, Royce. Stop lying to Rosalie all the time! We're all sick of the way you treat her."

"What'd she look like, Bella?" Rosalie asked, panic everywhere in her eyes.

"Um, I don't know. Brown hair, blue eyes, red lipstick, short, skinny.." I trailed off.

"That's his sister." Rosalie stated with relief, I felt my face go hot with embarrassment. I can't believe I just did that.

"Whatever, I'm leaving. Rose, let me know when you're ready to act like a real girlfriend." Royce said as he headed for the door. Rose started crying again and laid on the couch as Royce slammed the door with a dramatic amount of force.

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