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BPOV

"No, Alice. I'm not going!" I yelled through our apartment. She'd been harassing me about going to our 10 year high school reunion for the millionth time in a matter of days.

"But, why not? Don't you think it would be nice to see all of our old friends? The only time you go to Forks is when it's Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter. When you go, you stay holed up in your mom and dad's house."

Gripping my hair in my hands I growl. "I have a deadline to meet with this book, Allie. I can't put it off to go to some bullshit party, which, by the way, I didn't get along with pretty much anybody in that school. The only people I got on with was you, Rose, Em, Jasper and... him." I gritted out.

"You're so fucking dramatic, Bella. You two were teenagers; awkward ones, at that." I glared at her. "Don't look at me like that. You two were like fire and ice and we pretty much had to keep you two from clawing each others' eyes out. I don't even know why you hated him so much."

My mouth dropped open and I gave her an incredulous look. "Really?" I paced through the living room and dropped my hands to my side. "Do you not remember how annoying he was? He thought he had to beat me at everything. EVERYTHING! He's like that contestant on The Price Is Right who bids a fucking dollar over the person before him, just to be an asshole."

She started to open her mouth and I continued my rant. "Furthermore, I didn't get to go to my prom because of his ass. We had all agreed that we would go as a group and because he was so disgusted at the thought of going with me, he brought that plastic Barbie bitch, Tanya, from Port A. I mean, how embarrassing is that? To say my dad was pissed off was an understatement, Alice. He was ready to shoot him."

Alice huffed and sat back. This wasn't a new thing with us. She knew my deep seeded hatred for Edward Cullen, douche bag extraordinaire. Our group of friends had tried to put us together since day one, when he moved to Forks. Don't get me wrong, he was freaking beautiful. He was kind of so beautiful it hurt, like when you look at the sun too long.

However, with that beauty came his arrogant attitude, which I couldn't stand. He was always pulling my hair and calling me Smella. Fucker.

When he agreed to go to prom with me, I didn't want to admit it, but I was over the moon. We had been getting along lately and I had started to develop unwanted, but powerful, feelings for him. My mom was thrilled that I was going to wear a dress for probably the only time in my life, and she went all out, spending money we didn't have to spend on a dress that was so beautiful. She had went and had my nails and hair done. When it all was said and done, and I was supposed to go to the Cullen's house for pictures, I was nervous and excited. When I pulled up to Esme's house she came out and greeted me with a warm smile and told me how beautiful I looked and that I was going to knock Edward's socks off. She snapped some pictures of me for my parents, who had to work, and for once in my life, I was really into being girly.

I had asked where Edward was, and she told me he had went to get the car detailed and would be back any moment. However, when he came back, it wasn't alone. On his arm was Tanya Denali, Port Angeles' biggest whore bag.

"Hey, mom! Hope you have your camera rea..." His words died off when he saw me in my dress and ready to take pictures. My face went from a nervous smile to pure fury. "Swan. Looks like you're not an ugly duckling, anymore." He blushed and pulled at his collar.

"Edward." His mom hissed toward him. "A word, please?" He whispered something in whore bag's ear and followed his mom into the hallway, where I could hear everything they said.

"Edward, how could you? You KNEW you were taking Bella to the prom." Esme hissed. "I raised you better than that!"

"Mom, come on! I mean, I was forced to take her with me. Forced! Just because Rose and Em and Allie and Jazz are going out, they try to force us together. In case you've never noticed, ma, she hates me! She can't even stand me. Why would I want to take such a miserable shrew to the prom when I have someone who's more than willing to go?" Edward whisper-yelled.

At that point, I had heard enough and, pulling my sweater back over my shoulders, I opened and closed the door quietly. I didn't want them coming after me and I sure as shit didn't want Edward Cullen to take me to the prom out of some sort of obligation or pity. I made my way home, one mile to be exact, in the pouring rain. My hair, makeup and dress were ruined. My night was spent alone in my bedroom, crying and eating ice cream while I watched slasher films.

"Bella, you guys didn't always fight and you know it. There were some good times." She wiggled her eyebrows and I wanted to punch her lights out. "Remember when we had our graduation party?"

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