I'll Never Break Your Heart – Chapter One.

In which she snaps.

A/N: So I am sitting in a doctor's waiting room and I got inspired to do something productive with my time. I am used to writing tasteless, trashy M rated fics just for the hits and reviews but I slowly started realizing that I, myself, enjoy the ones that drag out the romantic aspect of the story because it just gives it that much more meaning, like real life. Now, don't judge but this story has been inspired by the Backstreet Boys song, I'll Never Break Your Heart. I absolutely love them and will most likely be quoting this entire song as chapter titles or things Edward will say to Bella.

Some background info, this story takes place in New York and it's all human. I suck at writing vampire Edward. They are pretty much in their early twenties, already out of school but Bella occasionally takes night school classes and stuff like that. So chapter 1 will be Bella's story before they met and the second chapter will be Edward's. You don't get them together for a little bit, sorry! I'm sorry for the long intro, but usually first chapters get these. So with out further ado, here is I'll Never Break Your Heart. –A

BPOV

I was sitting in the center of my bed, head in my hands, looking at the puddle of tears below me. The unbelievable truth had finally sunk in. Mike, the love of my life, (or so I thought) had betrayed me. Apparently forever has a different meaning in his eyes. 3 years of my life devoted to that asshole and he drops me the second his ex-girlfriend Jessica comes back from boarding school over seas. I don't think I will ever be able to forget the look on his face when we were eating dinner and she walked into the restaurant. His eyes fogged over as he watched her every step behind me. I didn't know what was happening until he stopped me mid-sentence and stood up from the table. I turned slowly, not knowing what awaited me. And there she was, in all her blonde bimbo glory. Long, glossy hair, perfectly straight, right down her back and flipped at the ends, right above her amazingly perky butt (the bitch.) She basically epitomized a man's idea of perfection.

Having her in the room immediately made every other woman take a few hits to their confidence. Although I knew my imperfections, I didn't give a shit about this girl or how she looked. Pretty soon I knew I had to stand from the table and defend my territory. I looked myself over a few times to make sure I wouldn't make a complete fool of my self with food in my teeth or on my clothes. Everything looked okay as I stood slowly but surely from my chair. I confidently strode to where they were, listening to my heels click on the wooden floor. I reached them just in time to hear her slutty voice. That pissed me off even further. How could he be attracted to that? My internal dialogue was acting up, criticizing every inch of the girl. I felt the heat rise in my face as she turned and acknowledged me.

"Can I help you?" the attitude in her voice took me over the edge.

"Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing." The bitterness of my voice cut through the air exactly how I wanted it to.

"Who are you again?" she asked.

"My name is Bella. I'm Mike's girlfriend." I retorted with a smug smile on my lips as I sidled up to Mike and looped my hands around his arm. I think he made to shrug away but thought better of it, rightfully so.

"Oh really? He was just telling me how unhappy he's been since I left. Interesting. He never mentioned you on the phone." What? On the phone? What the fuck was he doing on the phone with her anyways? This was definitely not going to end well.

I turned to Mike before I spoke. "Funny, he never mentioned you either. I thought you were buried in the recesses of his mind along with all the other whores of his past. Guess I was wrong." Her jaw dropped as I put her out there like that.

Mike stuttered to say something but struggled to form a coherent sentence. "Umm, well… I didn't think I had to… she always called me… you were at school and… she left for so long… you came in to my life and everything changed so…" there was no way I was giving him the time of day to explain himself.

"So what are you trying to tell me exactly? I was a substitute in her place? This isn't a little game I'm willing to play Mike. You should know by now I don't do that shit. Everything you ever said to me was a lie? That's good to know. You seem to be a very reputable person Mike." I said sarcastically. Then I turned to the Pamela Anderson impersonator to my left and gave her a piece of my mind before I ended up punching her in the face. I felt a ghetto explosion coming on. She's gonna wish she never walked in here..

"And you, Malibu Barbie, can go fuck yourself. Plain and simple. I don't know who the hell you think you are, coming up in here to take my boyfriend like it's all good. Its not bitch. Get your own man. I don't give a shit who he was with before me. That's not what I need to worry about. The fact that you went to Europe and spread your diseases all over the place and started an epidemic is not my problem. You should have stayed over there and made some French babies or something. Lord knows there's nothing for you here in New York anyways. All the street corners are taken up by hookers with a little more class than you." I figured I had started enough of a show here in the restaurant (besides the fact that I wanted to murder them both on the spot) so I grabbed my coat and bag and burst out of the restaurant without another word. Let mike pick up the bill. That asshole had to buy me at least one last meal. And this was it. As I stepped into the bitter December night I remembered how far I was from my apartment. I looked down at my feet, sheathed in 5 inch stiletto platform heels. Fuck. There was no way I was walking home in this weather, in these shoes. Besides, it was dark. New York is not fun in the dark. So I stood on the sidewalk and leaned around the parked cars to hail a cab. A silver Volvo sped by next to me and I had to take a step back to avoid being run over. I cursed at the car and gave the driver the finger. I expected him to turn around and say something but he just sped forward. There was no way in hell I was gonna stand for someone else pissing me off. After a few minutes a cab stopped next to me and I climbed in, directing the driver.

The cab drive home was relatively quiet. The elderly man driving seemed a little out of place compared to the assholes that usually drove cabs in New York. The soft classical music that played in the background sounded like Rachmaninoff but I couldn't be sure. It lulled me into a numb state, making me doze a little. I woke up to the driver speaking to me.

"Excuse me Miss, is this your stop?" He calmly spoke as if he was in no hurry. I liked this guy. He faintly reminded me of my late grandfather.

I couldn't help but be nice when I answered back. "Yes. I'm sorry. I must have fallen asleep. Thank you very much." I paid my fare plus a little more for his courtesy.

Before I exited the vehicle he evenly said, "No, thank you Miss. And if you don't mind me saying, you look mighty beautiful tonight. I hope you have some warm arms to lay in tonight. I'm headed home to my own wife. She's a beauty too. You should see her!" he laughed lightly at his own joke. It surprised me how much he was telling me, but it didn't bother me in the least. It was all very cute. His accent sounded slightly southern.

"Anyways, if you haven't been swept off your feet yet, my grandson is quite a catch. He's an intern at the hospital. Just graduated medical school ya' know. He's never really had a stable relationship but I worry he's lonely. Well, I'm sure you don't need to hear me rambling anymore." He scribbled something and leaned out the passenger window and handed me a makeshift business card with a phone number on it.

"Here's my personal phone number if you ever find yourself in a predicament and need a lift somewhere. I have your back missy. If you don't mind my saying, you looked like you needed help tonight. I was on my way home but I couldn't just leave you there." He gave me a smile that warmed my heart. This man had no reason to stop and pick me up. Yet he did anyways. People like him make the world spin.

"Thank you very much. I actually did need it. I'll make sure to keep you in mind…" I didn't know his name so I looked down at the card where in shaky handwriting was written Bernie. "Bernie." I smiled back as he said goodbye.

"Alright then miss. You have a good night now." He drove off with a single wave behind him. I suddenly felt very lonely.

I stomped up the stairs to my apartment rather carelessly and unlocked the door. I walked in and dropped my purse and keys on the small table in the entry way, turning to lock the door. I then proceeded to strip myself of my coat, dropping it next to the coat rack, not caring where it landed. I slipped off my heels and placed them carefully on the floor. (If there was one thing I took care of it was my shoes.) I then pulled off the expensive black cashmere sweater Mike had bought me for my birthday and threw it on the floor, staring daggers at it as it fell. Walking to my room I lost my fitted beige turtle neck and dark skinny jeans. This left me in my white tank top and boy short undies. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Unknowingly I had started to cry. Mascara stained my cheeks and my eyeliner was down by my knees. I threw open the first drawer and grabbed a pony tail. I yanked my hair into a messy bun and put on a stretchy head band. Leaning forward into the sink I washed my makeup off and brushed my teeth. I knew I wanted to take a shower but I felt in my bones I needed to climb into bed, now.

I padded over to the window and looked out onto the street. I saw a couple walking by holding hands and felt like dropping water balloons on them. I lightly giggled at the childish thought as I grabbed both curtains and pulled them together. Turning off the lamp on my night stand I pulled back the heavy comforter and sheets, slipping into bed. The second my head hit the pillow I started to cry. I had my eyes closed for a long time. When I opened my eyes to look at the clock on my nightstand I caught a glimpse of the picture frame holding a picture of me and Mike in central park. And that's when I lost it your honor.

I threw off the comforter and turned the light back on. Grabbing the picture frame, I smashed it on the floor. The glass shattering into what looked like a million pieces. I repeated the process with every other picture I could find. It didn't end there. Forgetting I had on a promise ring he gave me, I pulled that off and chucked it at the wall, losing sight of it as it hit the dresser. Rushing into my closet I riffled through the clothes to the back where I had a huge box of the stupid little things I had from our relationship. Movie tickets, amusement park wristbands, concert tickets, airplane boarding passes, everything was in the damn box. I took it to my kitchen and put it on the counter. I grabbed a pan and turned on the heat. Then I threw everything on it, not caring if it burnt or not. It felt better to think it was being destroyed even if it wasn't. I stared at it and gave up. Nothing was happening. So I grabbed the pan and slammed it in the sink, turning on the water. At least this smeared the ink on the pictures and tickets. I never wanted to see any of this again. My fit of rage had reached such an extreme that I ended up crying furiously in the darkest corner of the apartment. After what felt like forever I stood up and walked back to bed. I sat in the center and crossed my legs, head in my hands, staring at the puddle of tears below me.

-End of Chapter-

Hope you guys enjoyed it! I read a lot of fics and Bella is always portrayed as a fragile, insecure girl. I actually wrote this chapter with that in mind. She was originally a wreck before I read through it and decided I liked stylish, bitchy, confident Bella better. I was so proud of her I had to give her more credit. Please review and let me know what you think so far! Especially if you like my version of Bella, I think I have her down pact! And I in no way want to offend New Yorkers (My mom was born there) Blondes, (I am actually dirty-blonde myself) or anybody from Europe or Malibu lol. It's all for the story guys. This in no way reflects the way I feel about any of these topics. Except that most taxi drivers are assholes lol.

So sorry if I offended you! Thanks for reading anyways! Be back next chapter with Edward! -A