Insensitive
Summary: Edward is somebody who constantly judges woman before he even meets them. What happens when he runs into Bella, and she's marked as the 'insensitive' one? Will these neighbors have a rough start, or finally come at quits with the judging?
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Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyers owns all, but the mistakes are all mine.
Chapter 1:
Edward-
I sighed as I picked up the sharpie from my desk, and scribbled on the picture of the blonde I went on a blind date with last night. Voice too deep. I threw the picture in the box with others, and shoved it under my bed. The box probably had about thirty other pictures inside. I got my pictures off the internet, from my old yearbook, or from their houses. Call me crazy, or a stalker but it helps me keep track of the kinks of the woman I've dated.
I ran my fingers through my hair and walked over to my home phone. I checked my messages, and saw that I had gotten four new messages.
Hey Edward, I haven't heard from you since last Friday and I was wondering if you were okay? I missed you, and we should meet up soon. Bye. Deleted. She was marked as, too skinny.
Hey Eddie! It's Lauren. I thought we like really like hit it off and I haven't like heard from you in like a month. I've left like hundreds of like messages and you still like haven't like...call me. Like, what the heck. Anyways, like...call me. I'll like, wait for you like call. Like, thanks. Bye. Deleted! She was marked as; said like too much. And she did. I think she said like about fifty times in that one message she left me. It like, was like...so like, annoying like.
Eddie, my man. We need to hang out soon, Rosie said that she'd watch Ty this weekend so we could go out sometime. Call me soon. Oh by the way this is Emmett. I laughed as I deleted it. I knew it was him the whole time by his voice and when he said Rosie and Ty. God, he was an idiot. But I love him...most the time.
Edward, you just left out of nowhere Saturday. What happened? Was I wearing too much perfume? Call me, please. Delete. Damn, she was Cake Face. She wore so much makeup it looked like she threw a cake on her face and called it makeup. I heard my stomach grumble, so I decided to make myself something to eat. I walked into the kitchen just to see that there was nothing to eat. Damn, I have to go shopping.
I sighed, and grabbed my car keys off the counter. I shoved them in my pocket, and threw on my jacket. As I was leaving my apartment I ran into something soft. I cursed to myself, and locked my apartment door ignoring what I ran into.
"Hey asshole! You ran into me, and you don't even bother helping me up?" an angry, angelic voice said from my feet. My eyebrows furrowed, and I saw a small petite woman laying on the ground. Shit, I ran into a person?
"You ran into me, I don't think I deserve you anything." I gritted, and began walking away.
"Wow, some man you are. You knocked me on the ground, and you're blaming me? I feel bad for your wife." she gritted, and I turned towards her angry. How dare she!
"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch I would have bothered helping you, and for your information...i don't have a wife." I shouted, and she looked at me shocked.
"Such a bitch? When were you going to help me up? Maybe if I had blonde hair, and fake boobs then you would have noticed me." I flinched, and frowned hard.
"What does being blonde have to do with anything?" I defended, and she laughed.
"Oh, please. Don't think I haven't noticed the girls you've brought home. I live just next door. You're room, is right next to mine. I hear every little moan, groan, and word you say. Oh, by the way...when a girl says shes on birth control, she's usually not so I would run and change your name right away to avoid having to pay child support." she snapped, and my eyes widened. Shit, I could be a dad?
"Sounds to me that your jealous." I smirked, and her eyes widened.
"Jealous? Please, don't make me laugh. What's likeable? You date anything that walks, and have no sense of companionship. Your "bronze" hair, is really red and lets face it...I can't see myself with somebody who uses girls like they're tissues. You think you're so better than everybody, and quite frankly you're not. Sure, you drive a fancy Volvo, and live in a fancy apartment building, and have a successful job, but so does a lot of people in this world. I have money, but you don't see me spending it as soon as I get it on useless junk like cars, and flashy clothing. I'm actually preparing myself for the future. My future kids future. So excuse me, if I don't bow down to your feet every time you breath the air around me." she gritted, and I just stared at her. I don't know why, but it actually hurt to hear her say that. I've done nothing wrong, but live my life. What's up her ass?
"you are so insensitive. You can't find yourself a boyfriend, and you're actually taking it out on me because I can. I also live right next door, and I never see any guys come into your apartment unless you count that Indian looking guy. You say our bedrooms are right next to each others, how come I never hear anything coming from your side of the wall? Wait, don't tell me. I know. You're so insensitive, and such a prude that nobody wants to be around you." she flinched, and I could have sworn I saw her eyes fill with tears. I instantly felt bad as I let all my manners fly out the window. My mother taught me how to be a gentleman, but she was pissing me off.
"Insensitive? I'm sorry if I hurt your precious little feelings, but it's time to hop off your high horse, and realize that not everybody is gonna put up with your shit. Sure, maybe I over reacted about you knocking me over, but you actually have the nerve to insult me? Sure, I've said some pretty awful things these last few minutes, but at least I don't judge somebody before I get to know them." she gritted, and my eyes widened.
"You don't judge somebody before you get to know them? Were you, or were you not just telling me how I'd only notice you if you were blonde, and that I fuck everything that walks?" I shouted, and she frowned.
"No, I did. And that was wrong of me. But at least I'll admit to my mistakes like an adult instead of blaming everybody. Besides, you wouldn't have noticed me if I didn't say anything to you today. I've lived next door to you for five years, and you probably don't even know my name." fuck. She got me there. I didn't know her name, but really? Five years?
"Of course I do."
"Then what is it?" she smirked. Shit. She got me there. I had no idea what her name was. Nobody ever mentioned it on the other side of the wall, and I never talk to her.
So I came up with the first thing that popped up in my mind. "Sally." my smirked faded away, and I cursed mentally. Seriously? Sally? Who names there kid sally? I've never even met a sally in my life, I'd be surprised if her name was sally. But she looked nothing like a Sally, she looked more like a Kristen.
"Seriously? Sally? That's the best you could come up with?" she threw back in my face, and I sighed. God, I'm an idiot.
"Yeah, well...My name is Bella, Bella Swan. Nice to meet you too, although when I meet most people, they don't knock me on my ass and don't even bother helping me up." she snapped, and I just rolled my eyes. This bickering was getting old, and I just wanted to get some food already! Damn, I sound like Emmett.
"I didn't know I ran into you. I thought I ran into my door frame, or a plant or something. If I would have known it was a person, let alone a woman, I would have helped you up." I said sincerely, and she just rolled her eyes at me. What the fuck?
"Yeah, whatever." She said rudely, and I frowned. Whats with this woman? I try to be nice, and make up for what I did and all I get is her rudeness? Fuck that.
"Listen, I'm trying to apologize. If all your going to do is ignore me, and act like I don't matter than I'll just be on my way." I smirked, she just smiled.
"Alright, fine. Be on your way, I have to get back to Dylan anyways." she smirked, and my eyebrows furrowed. She had a boyfriend? The sensitive, prude actually was in a relationship? Well, I'll be damned.
"You have a boyfriend?" I asked in surprise, and she froze. Her jaw dropped, and she looked at me awkwardly before taking a deep breath.
"Uh...No, I don't have a boyfriend. Not anymore, he made it clear I'm unwanted and I don't feel like standing here, having to listen to you remind me." she said in a broken voice, and her eyes filled with tears. My heart tugged a little bit at her pain, and I just wanted to hold her in my eyes and tell her a thousand times how sorry I was.
"Oh, god. No, I wasn't-" she cut me off.
"Just save it." she gritted. She was about to say something else when we were cut off with a sound of a baby crying. Shit. She had a kid? She looked way too young to have a baby.
"Shit, you have a kid?" I asked in surprise, and she glared at me.
"Yes, I do. What? Now that you've found out I have a kid, you don't want to try and pick me up? Well, let me clear things up for you. I'm not interested, yes I have a son named Dylan, and I understand Edward. I have baggage, and it's fine. Nice to finally meet you, although I wish I hadn't. It would just save the heart break, and time." she whispered before running into her apartment. I just stared at the door with my jaw dropped. Why the fuck just happened? First she's insulting me, and then she's saying I hurt her feelings? God, this woman is nuts. I wasn't hungry anymore so I went back into my apartment, and went on Facebook. I typed in Bella Swan, and her picture popped up. Like a stalker I am, I printed out her profile picture. I grabbed a sharpie, and wrote;
Bella Swan – Insensitive.
I threw her in my box of others, and sighed. I'm going to die alone If I keep judging people like this. But who cares? I don't need love. I need money to survive, that's it. All woman do is spend all your money anyways, no woman in my life, equals more money. Which equals happy Edward.
I laid down on my bed, and stared at the ceiling when I heard Bella's faint voice on the other side of the wall.
"Awe, it's okay baby. I'm here. Yeah, I know." she cooed what I was guessing her son. His cries died down, and Bella sighed.
"I know, you miss daddy. I do too sometimes. But he doesn't want us, and I'm sorry baby. Maybe one day you'll get a need daddy. I love you, sweetie. Sweet dreams." I guessed she laid in him in bed. I heard her bed creak as she laid down. Then, my heart broke any more as I heard Bella began to sob to herself. Did I do that? Then she began talking to herself.
"Edward was right, I am insensitive. Maybe that's what drove Reilly away." she cried, and I couldn't help but feel guilty. It's my fault she's crying, and I couldn't do anything about it.
Shit, I'm an ass. I'm just;
Edward Cullen – Judgmental asshole who breaks single moms hearts.
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