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Chapter One

The begining of the End

Bella's POV

I was talking on the phone with my best friend Edward, like we did everyday, nothing unusual. He was on his way to my house, it was Friday, he always came to my house on Fridays. It was tradition ever since three years ago when one Friday night I was feeling down and he helped me through it. Ever since then he always just came over, my parents didn't mind. To Renee and Charlie, Edward was the son they never had, heck, they even let him spend the night, and that was a stretch for Charlie.

The conversation occurring at the moment wasn't anything spectacular, or something to brag about, just two friends chatting around.

"You're lying," I stated, twirling my brown hair in my hands.

"Now why would I ever lie to you?" Edward challenged in a playful voice. There was some truth to his words though; he never lies to me, never. Ever since the first grade where we met he's been straight up. He always called me on my shit, told me exactly what I wanted to know, yet whenever he did it never felt like an insult. He had a way of making his words seem like a compliment.

"Whatever," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me missy," Edward fake scolded and eyes spread in shock. How did he know that?

"How'd you know I was rolling my eyes?" I could hear him chuckling on the other end so I clicked my tongue impatiently.

"I just do, don't you know that I pretty much know everything you're going to do Bella? I have known you for many many years."

"Whatever" I mumbled, plopping down on my bed, holding my phone with my shoulder as I placed my hands behind my head.

"So when's this date happening?" I never liked talking about his "lady friends". He had a new one almost every night. Lauren, Jessica, Tanya, Carmen, seriously, I was getting tired of it.

"I'm picking her up at seven tomorrow," I could hear the smile in his voice. His new interest was Victoria, the new junior who was playing hard to get. Edward had been trying for at least two months to at least get her attention; finally she dumped her boyfriend, James, and agreed to go on a date with Edward. He was ecstatic.

"Yay," I mumbled sarcastically, if anything, I was the exact opposite. I just wish that he would settle down with one girl for once and just act like a normal teen who didn't need to sleep around. I never quite understood why he felt the need to get into every girls pants, it's not like he couldn't get them based on good looks and personality. He was practically perfect.

"You're jealous," he stated, this time not in a teasing tone.

"No?" Jealous! How could he think for one minute that I was jealous? I was the last person Edward would date, the last person he'd sleep with, the last person he'd kiss, the last person he'd fall in love with. Was I jealous?

It wasn't like that for me, Edward was not the last person I'd date, the last person I'd sleep with, the last person I'd kiss, and he most definitely was NOT the last person I'd fall in love with.

Oh crap. I'm in love with my best friend. Lord kill me now.

"Listen Bella," Edward started, suddenly sounding nervous, "I've never even mentioned this to anyone but, I…" just then I heard a loud crash, a scream, and the line was cut short.

"EDWARD!"