Title: Pants on Fire

Summary: Isabella Swan is not a liar. Although she would love to finally verbalize what happened the night "Edward Cullen is a freak" was spray painted outside the middle school, causing Edward to flee town. Now, Edward has come back and Bella has TWO boyfriends.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Twilight, New Moon, or Eclipse they are all owned by the very talented Stephenie Meyer. Also, some of the plot belongs to wonderful author Meg Cabot.

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Chapter 2: Surprises

BPOV

After fishing my cell phone out of the sink, I turned to my brother. "What did you just say?"

"Edward Cullen is back in town. You remember what happened... With the spray paint."

Oh, I remembered a lot more about the spray paint. "How do you know this?"

"Well, I was down at the movies with a couple of friends and he came up to me, asking if I was your brother."

I grabbed a towel and started drying my now dead cell phone. "And what did you say?"

"I said I was, of course."

It was times like these I wished I had a sister, not a brother. "Give me details." I demanded.

"Like what? I told him that I was your younger brother and then I asked him if he was Edward and he said yes. He asked me how you've been then I left for the movie."

"But he didn't say that he was back for good? Is he just visiting someone?"

"I have no idea. Why do you care so much?" He asked. I felt my cheeks turn red and my heart beat pick up for some reason. Why did I care anyway? I mean, I haven't seen Edward in years, why should I be concerned about him now? Sure we had been friends at one point, but that was a long time ago. Besides, I had an amazing boyfriend now… two amazing boyfriends, actually.

"I.. I don't know." I said quickly then turned my back to him. Why did I care so much?

I tried to turn my phone on, but it wouldn't budge. I sighed loudly then pushed past Mike and went into my room. I got under the covers of my bed, but ended up tossing and turning. I sat up and turned on the lamp on my night stand.

So sleep obviously wasn't an option after the significant news my brother had showered upon me… I had questions pulsing through my mind and I needed to calm down so I could get to sleep. We had rehearsal, or more like a practice tomorrow with the lady putting on the back to school pageant and I really didn't want to have bags under my eyes. That would make Alice take longer on my make-up and that was something I really didn't want.

I racked my brain for something productive to do to become exhausted, or to at least make it less of a hassle to sleep. I probably should call Alice back on the house phone, but I didn't feel like going all the way down the stairs. I settled for reading because it would keep my mind from wandering. I got up and went over to my book self where I picked up my blemished copy of Wuthering Heights. I settled back into bed and began reading.

EPOV

Being back in Forks was… interesting. I mean, I knew people weren't going to be welcoming me back with open arms or anything. It felt like I was back at home though. I really had missed this place, as well as a few of the people here. I was looking forward to running into Bella and Emmett again. I wanted to see how much they had changed and how their life was progressing.

"Edward, are you okay?" My mother, Esme, interrupted me from my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah, why?" I asked.

"You're just sitting there staring out into space." She giggled.

I smiled. "Sorry, I was getting lost in my thoughts."

"Are you sure you're okay with being back here? I know it was hard for you before with everything that happened with that newspaper article…"

"Yeah, I'm fine, mom. Don't worry about me."

Her eyebrows rose as she scrutinized my reaction. "You're my only kid; of course I worry about you."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Well, you do it a little too much." I smiled.

She was content now, focusing on baking something or other while I sat at the kitchen table, flipping though the newspaper. "I'm volunteering for this pageant thing that they're having for the high school and I offered to supply refreshments for the rehearsal and such, but I'm going to need some help setting everything up. And since your dad is still getting situated at the hospital, I was wondering if you would help me?"

"No problem," I agreed. "When is it?" Maybe I could get a good laugh at some of the contestants.

"This afternoon around three." She responded.

"Alright, just let me know when you're leaving."

"Thanks." She smiled.

I fiddled around the house for the rest of the morning. I finished unpacking my room and hanging things up on the walls. Everything was basically done and set up by the time we were leaving for the dry run. I helped Esme load up her car then I offered to drive. She agreed thankfully and got into the passenger seat. I was glad that I still knew my way around town. I guess it was sort of impossible to forget since everything in this town was just right off the highway. It also helped that the town was so tiny.

To get to the high school, we had to drive past the middle school. It was still there. In bright neon orange letters, mocking me: Edward Cullen is a freak. I rolled my eyes at it and almost laughed. All this town cared about was their sacred football team. They wouldn't even sandblast the words off after three years. I found it quite funny, actually. I didn't give a damn about what anyone else though. I was just telling the truth and there was nothing wrong with that.

"Oh my. You'd think they would have gotten rid of that by now." Esme said, shaking her head in disgust. I knew that I must be a humiliation to her. I mean, who would want that to happen to their son?

"Don't pay any attention to it. It doesn't bother me." I said confidently, meaning it. She turned and smiled at me then patted my leg.

By now I was parking outside the empty parking lot of Forks High School. I helped Esme carry soda, water, and other refreshments and baked goods to the football field. Apparently, they were going to set up some type of stage out there so they wouldn't have to mess with chairs for the audience. We were a bit early since there were only a few people there. I didn't recognize any of them, so I was sure they wouldn't acknowledge me. We set everything up on a table then I took a seat on the bleachers, waiting for the amusement to begin.

There were a few people sitting behind and in front of me. I was sure they were parents or relatives of the contestants. The woman putting on the pageant came out on the stage now, a microphone in her hand. She told us that he name was Sheri Williams. Sheri explained to us what they were going to be doing and told us that this was just a test run so that they could work out the kinks before the big thing.

"We're going to start by announcing each of the contestants one by one. They'll come out, introduce themselves then walk back off stage. After that, we will have the swim suit portion, followed by the questioning component, then evening wear with escort. Okay, our first entrant is Rosalie Hale." The woman stood aside from the microphone and a tall, blonde, and very pretty girl walked out from behind the stage and introduced herself. This cycle continued with Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley. I remembered the two of them. I'd been in school with each of them since kindergarten.

"Thank you Jessica. Now I would like to introduce to you Isabella Swan," Sheri said. That was the name I hadn't been expecting. My eyebrows crinkled and I sat up on the edge of my seat. She walked onto the stage, her cheeks red. She tripped walking to the microphone and her face grew a darker scarlet color. She looked… different. I beautiful different though. But she seemed out of place. This wasn't something the Bella I remembered would sign up for willingly. She wasn't really a girly girl back then.

After she acquainted us, she stumbled off stage and I grinned. That was one thing I remembered about the old Bella: she was dangerously unbalanced. I hadn't realized that my heart was fluttering quickly in my chest as I watched her. What a weird reaction…

The last contestant was Alice Brandon. After that, Rosalie walked out in a bikini, probably making the other girl's dads drool on themselves. When Bella walked out, I had to remind myself to breath. She was… well, sexy. It was cute how she tripped once again. I loved the blush in her cheeks.

The next part was brief and didn't last very long. I laughed out loud accidently when Lauren answered her question completely wrong, ending up babbling about getting her legs waxed.

Next was the evening gown thing with a male escort. I looked up when I heard Rosalie being escorted by Emmett. I should have known he would land a girl like that. I chuckled quietly to myself. I blanked out the rest of the names, not really caring about them. I refocused again when I knew it was Bella's turn. "Isabella Swan escorted by Jacob Black." My mouth dropped and I was gaping. There was no way in hell Bella would be with Jacob Black. We despised him as kids.

Sure enough, their kiss before walking off stage tipped me off that they were indeed a couple. My stomach dropped and I was suddenly disappointed and seething with anger at the same time. I leaned forward and put my fingers to my temples and closed my eyes for a few seconds to calm down.

Now that it was over, everyone was enjoying the refreshments. I got up and walked around a little, trying to relax. I didn't know why I was getting so upset. I mean, I haven't seen Bella in three years. A lot can happen in that much time, but… Jacob Black? Who the hell was this girl and why was she acting so different? After circling the track, I walked back to the table and helped Esme get every together.

We were walking back to the car when I saw Bella leaning up against a tree with some guy's face plastered to her own. The anger returned. When I got closer, I saw that it wasn't Jacob though. This was someone else…

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