BPOV

As soon as Edward gave Angela the necklace she was putty in his hands, I knew it and Edward knew it. The glint in her eyes was unmistakable, I could tell any minute they were going to start making out. He showed off his smug smirk, silently rubbing in the fact that he got away with something else and there was nothing I could do about it.

I had to get out of there before I snapped at him. The urge to vomit started to slowly creep up on me as their bodies covered the space between them and their lips touched.

I quickly made my way to my room shutting the door behind me as I tried to mentally block out the images of them kissing in my head.

Edward knew I would never tell Angela about our past, that would mean I would have to admit I fell for Edward's act once myself and not only that, but I believed that everyone deserved a second chance and who was I if I didn't uphold to that and told Angela that Edward cheated on me?

That would have meant I was expecting him to do the same to her, well, I kind of did, but I wanted to be the bigger person here and let Angela be her own judge.

If I would have known she was such a shitty critic I would have told her when they first started out, however, now it was too late. They have been together for three months now. The moment to reveal that information came and went; now I had to deal with the consequences.

It wasn't long after I got in bed that I heard the familiar creaking noise of Angela's bed along with some muffled moans.

This is seriously fucked up.

I groaned in annoyance and disgust, grabbing one of my pillows and covering my ears, trying to block out the disturbing noise.

Edward sucked when it came to relationships but I'm not going to lie, he was good in bed. Actually, that was all he was good at.

I kept tossing and turning with no luck. Unable to sleep I opted for getting a glass of water. I sighed throwing the hot covers off of me, just in my tang top and boy shorts I tiredly made my way to the kitchen through the pitch black apartment, with just the shine of the streetlights coming through the living room window, lighting my way.

I opened the fridge door, squinting at the bright light as I searched for some water. As soon as my eyes adjusted and I spotted the refreshments I felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I froze in my spot as I heard Edward's voice in my ear.

"What are you doing?" He asked amused.

I quickly broke away from him, grabbing the water. "I could ask you the same thing, asshole." I barked back, making my way out of the kitchen as Edward silently followed.

I looked around noticing Angela's door was closed giving me a good indication she was asleep. The sound of the t.v. suddenly made my jump in surprise.

"Turn that down, Angela is sleeping, have some respect." I whispered annoyed.

Edward rolled his eyes before lowering the volume. "Your one to talk."

I stopped in my tracks turning around to face him realizing he was just in boxers, showing off his well-built chest.

He always did have a nice body.

I quickly shook the thoughts from my head walking back over to the living room area as I questioned back. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Edward kept his eyes glued to the screen in front of him as he replied. "You're always disrespectful to me when I come over and I see the way you look at Angela and me as a couple; it's obvious you're jealous." I could see the little smirk return to his face in the glow of the screen.

Is this asshole serious?

"Oh, you got me, I'm so jealous. I so desperately want to be the one stood up time and time again, the one left crying over an inconsiderate jerk like you."

I watched in delight as Edward's smile vanished from his face noticing he was starting to get angry. I couldn't help but add to the fire.

"You probably can't even please Angela in bed." I snapped, noticing as Edward fist clenched in his lap and his jaw tightened.

Before I could even blink Edward had me backed up against the wall, breathing harshly into my face. I panicked realizing I was trapped.

Shit!

Me and my big mouth.

"Oh really, so you don't think I can please a girl?" Edward questioned, dangerously close to my lips.

"N-no, I don't." I answered trying to hold my ground though feeling my walls starting to crumble under his heated gaze.

"So you're saying I didn't please you when we were together?" Edward asked taking a step back not believing my answer.

"It's called faking, look it up." I retorted feeling my confidence coming back, however, as quickly as it came it went as Edward leaned forward letting his hot breath touch my face.

I watched uneasily as Edward inched closer and closer till our mouths were just inches apart.

"Your breathing pretty heavy there Bella, you okay?" Before I could respond he continued.

"Are you faking now?" he asked smirking widely.

Fucking, cocky asshole!

I could feel the tips of Edward's fingers tracing the top of my shorts teasingly, as he went on with his ego trip. "When's the last time you been decently fucked?" He voiced huskily against my ear.

I was pissed; Edward was testing me and my patience where about to run out.

"When's the last time you been decently hit?" Edward backed away from my ear in confusion.

"Hit?"

"Yeah, because you're about to get knocked the fuck out." Edward continued to smirk though moved away from me enough so that I could escape.

I was just at my bedroom door when I felt a light smack on my ass. I quickly spun around giving Edward a hard shove as he laughed it off.

"Sweet dreams babe or should I say wet dreams?"

I gave Edward a disgusted look retorting. "Sleep with one eye opened Edward Cullen." He just rubbed it off going back into Angela's room.

I can't wait to wipe the smirk off his face.

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