Hi y'all!

Sorry for the delay. I had every intention to post this sooner, but there were some computer issues. I won't keep you any longer than necessary, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

I've tried at least 20 times to get the line spacing right, but this editor just won't work with me. Sorry, I hope it makes sense anyway.

Remember it's fiction!
I do not own Twilight. This plot, however, is mine.
Rated M, to be on the safe side.

Beta'd by Arones and juji_loo. Pre-read by Lostred Rose. Once again, I couldn't have done it without their help. THANK YOU!
(Any remaining mistakes are mine!)

BANNER (made by Ellie Wolf): on my blog: lostintwific . blogspot . be (remove the spaces)

Here we go... !

CHAPTER 2
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Hi, Rosalie. Or Rose. Do you still go by Rose?

I've been wanting to write you this message for what seems like forever now. Oh yeah, this is Riley Biers. But you probably already saw that. Not always the sharpest knife in the drawer, am I? Some things never change. LOL

So, how have you been? I really hope you don't mind me sending this message to you. Confession time. It took me two rum and cokes before I finally had the courage to start typing. Fuck, now I'm gonna sound like some lousy drunk college boy. I promise you, I'm not. A lousy drunk, that is. But I am in college, UCLA. (I want to be a doctor when I grow up. ;) You remember we used to play that game?)

"Sunny California, West Coast, where the grass is really greener." LOL Do you still like Katy Perry? Ok, Biers, get to the point now!

Um, so, the reason I'm writing you... I miss you, Rose. Like, really, really miss you! I mean, we were best friends since forever, and I know I screwed up royally… I really do!

Just… It's not the same without you. Am I pathetic for still missing you and our friendship after all this time? Yeah, probably…

Are you still reading? I hope you are.

Write me back, please? Even if it's only to tell me to back the hell off.

Riley!

Oh, and by the way… Love your profile picture, tiger! ;)

What the fuck? I didn't know a Riley Biers, and my best friend since forever was Alice. I thought it through for a few minutes, but it had to be a mistake. I was rather disappointed, too, to be honest. When I had logged on to Facebook ten minutes ago, I was very excited to see I had a new private message.

I had been messaging back and forth with Jasper for weeks now—apart from the talks we shared on campus—and I finally felt like we were getting somewhere. This whole thing was new to me. I'd always been used to getting what I wanted and boys falling at my feet. Jasper was playing hard to get. Little did he know that I had mastered that game to perfection.

Ever since my first day at UCLA, about six months ago, I was intrigued by Jasper Whitlock, who's in my psychology class — and not only because of his messy blond hair, or his very expressive blue eyes. He had this mystery thing going on, which was confused easily with arrogance, but from what I'd learned the past few months, it was genuine. He was the only one not eye fucking me that first day of class, so that were extra points for him, too.

I didn't see him as relationship material. His air of shyness was cute and all, but I liked my boyfriends a little more bad ass and straightforward, but since there was no one else of significance in my life right now, I truly enjoyed wherever it was that Jasper and I were heading. Even though I still wasn't sure he was really that into me, at least I knew we were becoming great friends.

I stood up from my chair to get a glass of water when it dawned on me that this Riley dude said something about studying in California. Must have been a coincidence. As far as I knew, there was no Riley amongst the people I usually hung out with. I didn't recognize him from his profile picture either, assuming that was him. I went back to my laptop and decided to write him a short note back, pointing out his mistake.

Hi, Riley.

I think you wrote the wrong girl, sorry. I never had a best friend named Riley. I hope you find the right Rosalie! And, Katy Perry? Really?

Humor me—what did you do anyway, to fuck up your friendship with her?

Rosalie (I don't go by Rose, either)

Yes, I totally added that extra question in the end just because I'm nothing more than a curious bitch. I spent some more time on Facebook, commenting on some funny pictures my friends had posted. When Alice came home a little later, we made some sandwiches and ate them outside on the terrace.

"So, what's new in the Jasper department?" she asked, her mouth full of chicken and tomato. Gross!

"Not much. No new messages today. I honestly don't know where this is heading." I shrugged. "Wait and see, I'd say," I added, a little disappointed.

Nodding, she silently agreed with me.

Hi, Rosalie!

Tnx for writing me back. I am a little sad that it isn't 'the real you.' I figured with the name, the tiger, and the year of birth… Anyway, I won't bother you again. Unless you want me to. LOL

Damn, I still can't believe that there's more than one Rosalie Hale… She was, or is, pretty unique. I bet you are too. ;)

And as for what I did… Yeah, not too proud of it. I might tell you some day. Or not.

Be safe!

Rile

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