"Why do guys lie? I mean, the bad guys lie to get in your bed and the good guys lie to get in your heart." –Brooke Davis, One Tree Hill

_ Chapter A

"Bella, I'm telling you; Edward Cullen is not the best choice for a boyfriend." Jessica said after she caught me gazing at Edward Cullen for the fiftieth time. With my sister. Flirting.

"Jess, I'm not planning a date!" I muttered, irritated. "I'm looking out for Alice."

"I must say your sister has a very revengy taste of revenge. Dating her ex-boyfriend's brother so her sorry-ass ex would come back running to her."

"At least Jasper had a respect for girls!" I said, agitated at Alice. I could not believe her stupid notion that Jasper would come back if she would flirt with her ex-boyfriend's brother. But honestly, I couldn't really see a point in talking to Edward Cullen.

Edward Cullen. The bad boy persona of college. Yep, changes girlfriends each week, doesn't drink and doesn't smoke, sleeps with girls, plays with hearts and breaks them, famous for sleeping with popular girls. And despite that, girls still want his body, his money, love to go to his place for one-night stands. I mean heck, he might as well sleep with the whole town. He used to be really quiet, back when we used to be friends. Really good, but that was two years ago when we used to be in high school.

On our first day of college, Edward had broken it off with me. Not that we'd been in any relationship but he just went away. I didn't know if our relationship had been platonic or not but he had been the closest person to me. When your whole life is dominated by an abusive father who remarries a bitch and your mother's divorce, sometimes all you have left are strangers. Rhoda and Charlie had Alice and she'd stuck with me ever since and it felt like I really did have a sister but what did I tell my sister what emotions I'd been keeping inside me( the only reason Alice is in college is because she skipped five grades; she's that intelligent but she makes sure to keep her popular persona). I'd needed an escape and Edward had filled that hole. We'd met when we were only eight. I really used to escape to his place and we used to play and joke around and I used to go home when Charlie was so drunk that he would be snoring, murmuring, "Come back" Rhoda slept so soundly she didn't even notice.

But then Edward came and just said a few words that got me in a depression of twenty months.

"Bella, it's over. I'm not your friend! Stop calling me and stop visiting! From now on it will be just you and just me, both of us on our separate ways. There's no 'us' or 'we' or 'ours', okay?"

Now I hate him. Because the Edward I know is dead. I had known the person he was but this new Edward was what he had become.

I almost jumped when the bell rang.

"Come on, honey. It's Biology." She said, sighing.

I collected my scattered thoughts and quickly grabbed my bag and keeping my chin high, headed towards class.


"Whoo, that was a very long period." Jessica yawned sleepily. "Ok, I have to meet Mike. See ya!"

"See ya."

I sighed as she along with everyone silently left. I fixed my hear and applied a cherry gloss before going out.

I was going to talk to Alice first thing but then right outside the class she was pushed against the wall by Jasper Hale.

I sighed with relief. They were back together.

But that was till she slapped him and said, "I'm dating your brother, Jasper! It's over!"


I was bored. There was no mistaking that this day was colorless as if I was living in black and white movie without any plot and just mindless character. It became darker and in more of a sepia tone when I witnessed Alice kissing Edward with Edward running his hands down her back. Of course Alice didn't know about how close Edward and I were. Yes, we are sisters but Rhoda always kept her home and sometimes when Alice asked me where I went, I just replied, "I was at Jessica's."

But Edward knew that Alice was my sister.

And how far I could go to protect her heart and her life.


"Hey!" I almost shouted angrily, glaring at Edward.

Ok, I admit, I pretty much stalked him the whole day and I never found a place to talk to him and tell him how much he was messing with things he shouldn't but either he had classes or he had a girl but right now he'd been slumped in a chair in a vacant classroom, looking exhausted. He was standing now. Neither of us spoke, both of us feeling something icy and cold in us.

"Bella." His voice was cold but there was a new gleam in his eyes, aside from the exhaustion and the pain, there was something else. But what was it?

"Edward." I nodded.

Another wave of silence but it wasn't awkward. It was just…cold and painful. So I decided to speak first. And for the first time in two years, I felt warmth in the center of my chest, not the bitterness I had felt whenever I looked at him. He seemed to feel that two because his eyes melted and his hand reached out to caress my cheek.

Oh. At his touch, I felt a blush rise in my cheek, something churn in my stomach and my breathing quickened. My heart raced in my chest, my pulse thudding in my veins. But aside from the brand-new feelings there was that old feeling of warmth and comfort and the feeling of hope; I leaned into his palm. His hand then left my cheek, leaving me cold again. I was surprised at the intense pain in my chest, the way it was so easy for him to break free but he proved me wrong again when he pulled me softly to his warm, broad chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on top of my head. It felt like home.

"I missed you so much." He whispered, kissing the top of my head.

"I missed you too." I murmured back.

I had never allowed myself to think of how much I missed him. I always tried not to think of him so I had always hidden behind my hatred for him. But that hatred hadn't been hatred. It had been the pain turned to poison. A poison turning to medicine. A medicine to heal a broken-hearted nineteen year old girl's heart at losing a boy she had trusted, maybe even loved with all her heart. Maybe.

But why he had put me through that hell, I didn't really know but I kept quiet, knowing that this moment would end too so I decided to live it while it lasted.

BUT WHAT WAS HE DOING WITH ALICE?

That brought the bitterness back, the stupid pain and the stupid hatred. I pushed him away, feeling cold and icy again but he looked bemused and hurt. Seeing how this gesture had hurt him made want to be back in his arms again but this time I controlled my insane desire.

"The only reason I came here was to ask you about what you are doing with Alice. Edward she's really sensitive and I bet she's just here because she wants to make Jasper jealous and well Jazz is your brother so you can't do this to him! Okay? Look, Alice is young; she's only seventeen and we are almost twenty two now, okay? Just because, she, like, aced her classes and outsmarted everyone and she's now in college doesn't mean she's really good at picking guys!"

Edward laughed.

In that moment, he had never repulsed me as much as he did now. I crinkled my nose in disgust and slapped him across the cheek.

Okay, I didn't mean to leave a red mark but I knew I had to carry on.

"You guys, every single one of you is the same! All you ever do is lie but this time, I woun't ket you play with my sister's heart. Get lost!"

Those were the last scathing words I uttered before I left, slamming the door, holding back the tears.

It felt just like the first time he had ever left me.

END OF CHAPTER 1

Sometimes we break our hearts ourselves and just blame it on people.