Okay… basically, Jessica is hitting on Edward. I haven't yet decided whether she's going to turn into a mental freak who ends up being like, put in a mental hospital, or whether it's just going to be a short one about Bella having to stop Jessica. Probably the latter cos then I can involve a fight, haha.

So enjoy guys. Reviews are welcomed with open arms… and feel free to message me too about anything you may want to happen next. Thank you!

BPOV.  Cos I love her.

"Where's Edward today?" Jessica asked me, a little too interested, as always. I couldn't feel any resentment towards her for being interested though, most people were, Edward being the most gorgeous boy in Forks. Probably in the whole of the USA. Who knows? Who cares? Not me, I had him all to myself.

"Gone camping with his family," I smiled at Jess. I was the only one at school who knew the real reason why Edward wasn't attending school today – because it was bright sunshine (for once) and he wouldn't want anyone to find out that he was a supernatural being, by showing off his sparkling body in the rays of the sun.

"Oh," Jess looked relatively disappointed, bless her. It must be hard not be jealous. I would be the actual green-eyed monster if Edward was with my best friend. I'd probably stab the fucker he was seeing.

I sat and thought about Edward for the rest of the lunch break, until the ringing bell snapped me out of my reverie. I looked up to see students start to leave the cafeteria for their next lesson, mine being Biology. Without Edward – sigh. The little bastard got out of school so easily! He never even got asked for reasons why he had been off! Must be that smile. SIGH – again!

Biology passed quickly and I was glad when the bell went. I went happily to my warm truck, feeling relief when I got inside as the weather had taken a downturn and gone chilly. I pulled out of the parking lot and took the familiar route home to my house. Everything was as normal until I got to a set of traffic lights which always seemed to turn red as I got there. As I sat in my truck, waiting for the signal for me to go, I glanced Jessica on the sidewalk. I was about to wave at her and considered offering her a lift until I realised that she was already staring at me. She had her phone in her hand which was pressed to her ear and she was just stood there, like a gormless bitch, staring at me.

"Hello?" I called out of the window I had just unwound.

"Hi." That was all she said. "Gotta go babe, I love you." She muttered into her phone. The reply she got was clearly one that she didn't want, as she shouted into the phone as she marched away from me. "FINE! Be that way! You always act as if you don't want me, but I KNOW you do!"

Wow, I thought. Someone's been having a secret relationship; it wasn't all the time that you said I love you babe to someone random. Yes, Jessica was hiding something.

I jumped as the person behind my truck beeped at me. I stuck my middle finger up at them through the back window and told them to swivel on it. Fucking road rage.

I got back home and parked my truck neatly- which made a change. The fucking thing was so old; it didn't DESERVE to be parked properly. I opened the front door with the key from under the eave like I always did, and went into the kitchen as I always did. I didn't even understand why I ever made Charlie tea as he never deserved it, all he ever did was sit in the living room and watch 'the game.' There was always a game on, no matter what time of day it was. If there happened to be a 'no game day' which was celebrated once every year, Charlie would probably still be able to find one somewhere. Unsociable.

I made his tea-again- and mine, lasagne. Charlie arrived in the kitchen about halfway through my own food and willingly took his into the living room, probably to watch a game. I finished my tea soon after, but I remained at the table, not able to move. I was completely in my own little world, having a full-on day dream about Edward. I told myself that he would be home soon… nothing to worry about. I sighed and picked up my plate. I washed it in the sink and then dried it. It annoyed me to have to do it by hand but Charlie spent all his money on fish. Fish for godsakes. Fish, fish and more fucking fish. I was about to go upstairs and do my homework like the little goody-two-shoes I was when the phone rung. "I'll get it," I called to Charlie, though, no doubt he hadn't even moved his arse one inch.

"Hello?" I spoke into the receiver.

"Ciao Bella." Funny how everyone always thought I hadn't heard that one before, I wasn't Italian! I was American for crying out loud.

"EDWARD! How come you're home so early? I thought you were hunting?" I was so full of glee that he was home early that I didn't really care about the answers to my questions. He answered them anyway – so efficient.

"I was, but I finished quickly. Then I had some… business to take care of, don't worry about it. At least I'm home now."

"Business?"

"Yeah, like I said, it doesn't matter, don't worry about it."

To be quite frank, I couldn't give a damn if he had just framed the President for murder. That's what love does to you, I guess.

I went to sit in the living room with Charlie for a bit, surprised when I saw no ball game on the screen. He seemed to be watching a crappy commercial for a machine that claimed to cut up all of your vegetables for you. As if he would need that… he never cooked! He was evidently bored by the 'no game' situation, as he actually made the effort to talk to me.

"Good day Bells?" he asked.

"Yeah, it was ok. Normal day I guess."

"Didn't you enjoy the good weather then?" he asked. It was odd of him to actually care about whether I had enjoyed the weather or not because he normally just told me to stop moaning if I said anything about the endless fucking rain and cold.

"Yeah it was great Dad, really made a difference don't you think?" I replied.

"Hey! It's not always that bad here. Forks sometimes has its good days." There he went, sticking up for crappy Forks again.

"Yeah." Was all I commented on the matter. "I'm going to bed now Dad, see you tomorrow, love you."

"Night."

I went upstairs and into my room. I sat on my old bed for a bit and felt myself drifting to sleep, whilst still in my clothes that I had worn during the day. The light was also on, and my window was closed. First things first, I told myself, get changed. I grabbed my toiletries bag and went to the bathroom at the top of the stairs. In there, I changed into an old baggy top and sweats, had a quick brush of my teeth and then realised I hadn't even gone for a shower. I was so tired I was even forgetting about general hygiene. In the morning, I decided. I didn't know what had brought this sudden tiredness on, but I wasn't enjoying it. It was completely messing me up. I went back into my room and crossed to my closed window. I couldn't remember for a moment why it would be a problem that it was closed.

"Edward," I scolded myself. He needed the window to be open so that he could get in and come and see me. I shoved it open wide and went back to sit on my bed. After remembering about Edward, I was suddenly wide awake and impatient to see him again after not having contact with him – excluding the phone call earlier- for two days. With a sigh, I realised it was only just gone 9'o, clock. Edward wouldn't be arriving for at least another hour. I rested my head down on my pillow and wracked my brain for something to do. Sleep was clearly evading me at the moment, so a nap was out of the question. I considered reading for a moment, but I didn't want to get so wound up in the book that I was still trapped in a fantasy world when Edward got here. After a few more minutes of careful thinking- eliminating the more unrealistic options, such as white water rafting – I was set on listening to some music. I got out my old music player and plugged the headphones into the side. I put it down onto my bed whilst I went to look for a good CD that would while away the time. Ever since meeting Edward, my knowledge of music had grown dramatically and I was now housing over 300 CDs. I knew what I wanted before I had even crossed my room to the shelves where my music collection sat. I picked up my 'School Boy Humor' CD. Edward probably wouldn't like this CD, as it was an American boy band who sang songs about matters that weren't particularly deep. However, I absolutely loved them (sort of a little secret) and Edward wasn't here, so he wouldn't have to listen. I sat back down on my bed and put the CD in the player. Then I sat against my headboard and relaxed with my eyes closed. I seemed to get through the CD quickly and I went to swap 'School Boy Humor' with my CD that Edward had made for me. It was all slow piano songs, a million miles away from 'School Boy Humor' but I loved it all the same. I played my lullaby over about three times, as every time it ended, I wanted more. Time passed and I was so caught up in the music that when Edward tapped my shoulder, I jumped about 10 feet into the air.

"Edward! You scared me, don't do that! At least fucking warn me," I told him as my heartbeat slowed down.

He laughed, unrepentant.

I just scowled at him. He started to scowl back at me, and we found ourselves having a silly little staring competition. He won, obviously.

"Anyway Bella, now that you have stopped being a moody bitch—"

"Moody bitch!? You shouldn't have made me jump then!" I moaned. I knew he was joking though, and I found it ever so hard to be angry with him. He winked at me then carried on with what he was saying before.

"No seriously Bella. I have to talk to you. It's pretty important."

"Oh." His face had turned serious and I knew that now he wasn't joking. "What's wrong?"

"Jessica." One word. One word that had no effect on me whatsoever. What could Jessica have done wrong?

"Ok, Edward, tell me about it tomorrow." I wanted to be doing more interesting things then talking about unimportant issues with Edward. He was known for being a bit over dramatic at times.

"No Bella, now please. She has… she's been…"

"Tell me then," I said. This was boring me immensely.

"She has been, hitting on me. She tried to kiss me. She wants to be with me, and I don't know what to do."

Crazy ass motherfucker. Those were the words that ran through my head at the statement Edward had provided me with. Jessica? Hitting on my boyfriend? CRAZY. ASS. MOTHER. FUCKER.

How dare she!?