A/N: Sorry for the long wait!!!
I'm probably gonna make a standard update- once a week. Of course, if I get more than 10 reviews per chapter, that will be re-considered.
I'm so evil…just like Alice.
And thank you all for your wonderful reviews. I know, I haven't replied any single one- but I figured that the best thank you would be a new chapter, so I decided to use my time to write this chapter instead of 'thank you's.
DISCLAIMER: Still don't own anything, other than my name, of course. Now that's mine, MINE, I tell you! I was born way before Breaking Dawn!
MATCH MADE IN HELL
CHAPTER THREE: YOU'VE GOTTA BE ***KING KIDDING ME!
Bella's POV
I plopped down nervously on my bed as the girls looked at me nervously.
"What?" I whispered hoarsely. What was up with them? What could they possibly have to tell me?
"See…umm…Bells, please don't freak out?" Ali pleaded.
"Yeah, cuz we really aren't supposed to tell you this." Rose said, sitting down next to me while Ali paced up and down, staring anxiously at me. I gulped and nodded.
"Actually…see…in total honesty…." Ali was mumbling.
"Alice, spit it out already!" Rose exclaimed. I jumped. Wow, Rose yelled at Ali…this must be serious…
"Edward's-a-cool-guy-but-pretends-to-be-a-geek!" Alice blurted out. She took a deep breath and repeated herself, slowly. "Edward's a cool guy but pretends to be a geek."
"Just like you," Rose smiled.
Okay…okay…this is a little too much…Rose shot a look at me. Alice never found out, but Rose knew exactly what happened on senior prom night. Why wouldn't she? I mean, I just had to get drunk and tell her everything.
(flashback)
"Rosie!" I yelled drunkenly, waving to Rose just as she walked in the bar. She was wearing a worried look, which instantly changed to relief as soon as she spotted me.
"Bella!" She said in a reprimanding tone as she sat down on the bar stool next to me. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Oh, Rose," I sobbed, hiding my head in my arms. She immediately got up to hug me.
"Come on," She said, slapping a twenty down on the bar. "I'll drive you home and we'll talk in the car."
(end of flashback)
And yeah, that was the ride of truth. I was way too drunk to remember the deets, but basically, Rose found out everything. And by everything, I really mean everything. I basically gave her the full version of The History of Bella and Edward. Great, huh?
But wait, back to the present.
"WHAT?!!!" I screeched. Ali and Rose nodded sadly.
"Sorry, babe, but that's the truth," Rose said apologetically.
"And we know that you have the hots for Ed." Ali added, satisfied.
I sank down to my bed and tried to digest this recent turn of events.
Hot guy, cool guy, -did I mention hot?- and he's not a geek! Oh, and I have a date with him.
Am I dreaming? If I am, don't wake me up, or I'll kill you.
Edward's POV
"Come on, Emmie Bear," I teased. "Man up and spit it out already!"
Emmett seemed to take this as a challenge to his manliness. And let me tell you, Emmett doesn't take any challenge to his manliness lightly. Not a single one, which was actually just a joke.
"Well, Eddie Boy," Ouch, payback's a bitch. "If you really want to know, Bella's actually just faking to be a goody-two-shoes," He smiled, satisfied at my obvious shock. "She's actually the party animal of her college, along with Ali and Rose, of course." He added.
Wow. Oh, wow.
Now, I'll kill you if you ever repeat what I'm about to say- I've always had a little, -scratch that, major- crush on Bella since we were both twelve. Even when she was a goody-two-shoes. It's as if I'm obsessed with her!
"You might want to close that hole which you call your mouth," Emmett smirked. I snapped my jaw shut and glared at him.
"Just thought you should know," He said shrugging. "And now you do. So, have fun on your date!" HE strolled out to the garage and I heard him start up his Jeep. Did that asshole honestly think that he can drop this big bomb on me and just run away? Oh, wait, he can, and he just did.
I hate him.
I know, it's really, really short, but I'm gonna write more soon, I promise!
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Xoxo,
Ness.
