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Unfriend You
2. BPOV
"Mrs. Cullen, when is my meeting with the Prom Committee?" If I am decided about getting into Ivy League, then I gotta pack some serious credits in my record. Getting elected as student council president, though, was no hard feat. It was landslide victory against baseball team captain Tyler Crowley. I guess the guys do need to grow a pair if they ever plan on winning against us. Against me, most importantly. They tend to crawl under pressure when it comes to me and my girls. Yep, it's official—they lost their balls.
And now I'm sucking it up. Not the balls—that's disgusting—but Mrs. Cullen's "yes" vote. I gotta be all polite and nice and proper, not to mention great, when it comes to her. She's not only the moderator of our organization and debate team, but also the mother to none other than Edward Cullen himself. I know, I know, I don't have to do that and all that shit, that I can win her with my charms and all, but, who knows, she might throw in a good word about me during dinner at the Cullen abode. Good PR is great PR—you can't say no to that.
"They're gonna be here any minute, Bella," Mom—I mean, Mrs. Cullen, says.
I smile at her, imagining the two of us in the Cullen kitchen enjoying ourselves cooking and sharing recipes for her son. It's so clear in my head, you'd think it's real. Hell, I almost thought it is real.
Five minutes pass, and even Mrs. Cullen is drumming her fingers against the table in impatience. Somehow, she notices me staring at her. "I'm sorry about this, Bella. They told me they'd come this period."
I brush it off and instead bring out my phone from my pocket. "Um, can I… for a while?"
She grins at me and nods. "Sure. Text away. They're probably going to take forever to show up anyways."
I laugh through my nose and immediately check my Twitter. As I currently hold the most-followed Twitter account throne in Forks High, I tweet about people walking through galaxy on their way to this meeting, actually hoping those certain people would show up upon receiving that. I then open my Facebook account, making a post about it, too. My God, these people are too important that I even have to tag their fucking accounts along with the post.
After checking and commenting on other people's posts, I notice something strange as I scroll down my iPhone—
"Whoa," I whisper, eyes widened. There are no Edward Cullen posts! Panicking and crazed for my Edward Cullen Facebook-stalking fetish fix, I rapidly scroll up and down, hoping to see any signs of Cullen on my wall.
"Bella, is there something wrong?" I suddenly hear Mrs. Cullen ask me, and I finally notice that my distress is causing me to take shallow pants.
"N-nothing," I croak, trying my best not to cry.
What a great day this is! Fuck!
*gulp* One advice for you, Edward: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
