A/N: This is my first story and I would love it so much if you could review!!
Summary: It's been two years since Edward left Bella that night in the woods. Bella's totally over him, attending Dartmouth alongside Jacob without a care in the world. Until the Cullen clan show up. Will Bella choose faithful friend Jacob or bring herself to forgive Edward? Add Jelousy, Parties and Alcohol and you have College.
Two years. Two years without seeing his beatific face, his crooked smile. Two years without the assurance of having him by my side to protect me. It's been two years since Edward Cullen left me in the woods. And I couldn't be happier.
The first months after he left were the worst. Every night I'd have a vivid dream of Edward, telling me that he really did love me. I would wake up and burst into tears, realising the dream was just that: a dream. And would never again become reality.
But through and through, Jacob was always there as a shoulder to cry on. My personal sun got very wet from my tears, but always managed a smile every single day.
I couldn't have done it without him. He distracted me from the fact Edward was gone; going in to Seattle, watching movies together, hanging at home, anything. Jacob was always ready to make me laugh, and he asked for nothing in return.
His love for me grew more and more intense; I know he wanted more than anything for me to return the favour. But I was still pining for Edward, and couldn't think of starting a new relationship. I guess I was afraid of getting hurt again.
Now, at the two year mark, I am totally over Edward Cullen and his vampire crap. He can stick his unrequited love for me up his perfectly sculpted butt for all I care. Jacob and I are still "just friends", I guess its just weird for me to fall in love again. And, maybe a tiny part of me is a tad insecure. But just a tad.
I'm now attending my second year at Dartmouth (soon after Edward left a large amount of money was mysteriously deposited into my bank account), and Jacob is in the midst of his first year here as well. With some of the leftover money Edward gave me I pulled a few strings and got our rooms arranged across the hall from each other.
My life is turning out perfect, with all memories of my time with Edward pushed into an uncaring corner of my brain.
I wake to the sound of my alarm clock buzzing in my ear. I manage to silence it on the third attempt and drowsily stumble out of bed. I turn on the kettle as I make my way to the shower, passing the mirror as I step into it. I haven't changed too much in the last two years, although I do dress a little better and put on makeup.
Half an hour later a few urgent raps at the door sound through my room. I open it to a distraught looking Jacob. Concern passes through me as I step aside to let him in. "Jacob, what on Earth's wrong?"
He sits down on my bed and clenches his fists together so hard his knuckles turn white. This cannot be good.
"Jacob, tell me what's happened." I sit down next to him and look into his eyes, as if searching for the answer.
"Bloodsuckers." One whispered word and my mind is sent reeling. Vampires? Here?
"How do you-"
"I can smell them." He spits. He turns to me, hatred on all his features. "Bella they…they smell familiar."
A small gasp escapes my lips. My breathing becomes shallow and the room begins to spin.
"It's him. It's Edward. He's here at Dartmouth." He winces at the name.
No. No way. This can't be happening.
Everything goes black and I feel myself falling into darkness.