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Chapter 3

It took Emmett nearly a week to call me.

And during that week I can proudly say I did not fall apart like some love sick teenager…for Emmett. I think I did really well. Granted I didn't know Emmett that well but hey from what I had gathered he was a great guy. And his sister was well…Alice. I mean I really liked the both of them but I didn't know them very well and…I'm not exactly the type of person who stares off into space and wonder's what could have been. Some people needed to get back to reality and join everyone else in it.

During that week I had gotten a job at some outdoor store much to my mother's distaste of it. I worked beside the owner's son, Mike. I had only worked there twice but from what I had seen and learned was that Mike was a horn dog but other than that he was a nice guy. We could even be friends…if he would quit hitting on me every thirty minutes. But other than that he was a sweet guy to hang out with.

The rest of my things came and I spent a whole day unpacking it. What a boring day it was. Well at least I got my things back. But it also reminded me that if I were to go back to New York I would have to pack it all up again.

I had gotten most of the things I would need for school which starts in four days. I had gotten my schedule in the mail a few days ago. And that came with a map of the school and some brochure of the clubs and stuff in it.

My phone buzzed breaking me out of my thoughts. I ran towards it in hope that it would be Alice or Emmett but it wasn't.

Adrian.

I made sure to lock my bedroom door knowing that I would be shouting in a few minutes.

"What do you want?" I seethed my voice as hard as nails.

"Baabbyyy." He slurred.

"Adrian, are you drunk?" I asked annoyed that he of all people would be calling.

"'Course I am." He said. "You…come back home…come back to me."

"No thank you, asshat."

"Come on…baby….. always worked things out before."

"I know we have but that was before…" I trailed off not even wanting to think about why things official ending things between us.

"Come on, you know Kayla has nothing on you." He slurred. "You know I love you." He promised.

I hung up the phone.

I dialed my best friend's number.

"Bitch why the hell did it take you this long to call?" Logan said. While Logan did call me bitch I think to him it was a sign of affection and I had gotten used to it a long time ago. I hadn't heard Logan call me Bella since we were fourteen.

"What no 'hey Bitch how are you?' And why didn't your gay ass call me?" I asked pissed.

"Hey! Just because I like dick it doesn't give you the right to call me gay." Logan said in a dead pan voice. Reminder: never talk about Logan's sexuality to him.

"Look, you liking dick or not is not why I called."

"Aw did you miss me?" He teased.

"Of course I miss my best friend in the whole wide world. But can you tell me why the hell your brother in drunk enough to call me and beg me to come back to New York."

"Shit. He called you?" Logan asked.

"No Logan I just wanted to see how funny you would think it was for me to call you and tell you that. Yes of course he called!" I hissed.

"What'd else did he say?" He asked.

"I don't know I was so pissed. Something about me coming home and Kayla having nothing on me—which I total agree on, dumb backstabbing bitch—and to top it all off that he loved me. Yeah your dumb ass brother told me he loved me. Well if he loved me he wouldn't have—"

"Bitch! I do not have time to hear you screech about your failed relationship." Logan yelled at me. He sighed. "Now did he say anything else about Makayla?"

"Other than her having nothing on me, no." I said. "Wait, why the hell does it matter if he said anything else about that backstabbing bitch?"

Logan sighed. "You really want to know?" He asked sounding tired.

"Naw I just thought I would waste my breathe asking. Yes of course I want to know." I snapped.

"Shit. Kayla's…pregnant."

I froze. "She's…pregnant?" I whispered.

"Bitch, do you need a hearing aid? Yes I said she's pregnant."

"How far along?" I asked my voice sounded hollow.

"From what Adrian tells me bitch is I think, like, four months." I didn't say anything. Didn't respond. "Look I only found out after you left. About a day." Still no response from me. "Look bitch you better not do anything stupid or you'll be expecting a visit from me." Logan sighed. "Bitch say something."

"What the fuck do you want me to say? You want me to say that I'll be fucking happy for them? You want me say that I'm going to send fucking a card? What do you fucking want? Should I be happy that my motherfucking ex—best friend got knocked up while I was still together with my fucking ex—boyfriend? Because four months ago I was still stupid enough to be with your brother, and I friends with that whore." My voice had gone from a whisper to me shouting at the top of my lungs by the time I was done.

"Bitch if it helps my brother has a black eye right about now and that mom has half a mind to do the same thing?" Logan said.

"I hope she does."

"You always were one for violence." He said. "Okay now time for the good part. Are there…any hot ass motherfuckers in that rinky dink town of yours?"

"I am…not going to tell you. For all I know you'll come out here and cock—block me." I said.

"I will take that as a yes for hot ass motherfuckers." He chuckled.

"Hey Logan?"I sighed.

"Yeah?" He said sounding weary.

"You're my best friend in the whole wide world, you know that?"

"Good."

I snorted. "And as much as I want to continue to act like nothing wrong I…I have to go. I need some time to figure things out. How I feel and shit like that." I told him in a whisper.

"Whatever. Remember don't do anything stupid or I'll come out to Washington to kill you myself."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Bye Logan." I sighed.

"Bye bitch." Logan sighed also.

A tear slid down my cheek and I just now realize that I was crying. I moved to sit on the edge of my bed and let them fall. In under a minute I was sobbing so hard that there was snot coming out of my nose like lava coming out a volcano, my eyes were so puffy and watered over I could barely see, and there were noises coming from out of my mouth that I didn't even know I could make. I put one of my hands over my mouth so that Charlie would come upstairs to see why it sounded like someone was dying. I felt Poppy jump up into my lap and snuggle up against my abdomen. I stroked her slowly with my other hand.

That night I cried like a motherfucking baby. I didn't dare come down for dinner that night. Hell I didn't even come out at all. Charlie tried to get me to come out around what I think was seven. I told him to go away and I think he only left because he heard my voice crack. Charlie never was good with crying.

I think I fell asleep after all the crying wore me out around ten if I was correct. When I woke up my eyes were all puffy and I was tried as hell. Damn it. Poppy was curled up on my pillow staring at me. I think she was waiting for the water works to come again but I think I cried out all the fluids in my body…if that was possible.

"You're probably hungry, huh?" I croaked.

Poppy meowed in response.

I picked Poppy up and slowly headed downstairs to the kitchen. I gave Poppy more food than I would normal but who cares if Poppy got a little pot belly? I grabbed one of the extra slices of pizza from the fridge and just ate it cold. I didn't really care at this point.

I just now realize that the TV wasn't on and that Charlie was nowhere to be found. I think he mentioned that he was going fishing with dog boy's dad.

"Looks like it's just you and me today Poppy." I sighed to my cat.

I left Poppy downstairs to take a shower. I changed into the one pair of grey sweats I owned and a black camisole. I just tied my hair up in a ponytail. It's not like I would be going anywhere today.

My phone buzzed on my desk. I angrily stalked towards it.

"Adrian," I hissed. "I swear if this is you I'm gonna—"

"Bella?" A masculine voice said that was defiantly not Adrian.

"Emmett!" I squeaked in surprise. I cleared my throat. "Um…hey."

"Hey yourself." He said.

"You called because…?" I asked. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to someone right now.

"I…um…called because I wanted to know if you wanted to, you know…um…" He stuttered.

I smiled at his uneasiness. "Boyfriend are you trying to ask me out on a date?"

"Yes! I mean…um…yeah that's what I was trying to do."

I laughed a little. "You don't do this very often do you?"

"You can tell can't you?" He chuckeld.

"Emmett ask her the damn question already so we don't have to listen to 'Bella this and Bella that'." I heard someone yell in the background. Defiantly not Alice.

"Up yours Rosalie!" I heard Emmett yell back.

"The only thing going up my ass is Jasper's dick!" The person I assumed was Rosalie. And that was way too much information than I needed about someone I didn't even know.

"Darlin' don't get me involved!"Another man said who Emmett wasn't. Jasper if I was correct.

"Jasper you got involved when you decided to marry me!" The Rosalie person screeched.

I was biting my lip from laughing hysterically.

"Would you both just shut up!" Emmett yelled at them. "I'm on the phone with someone."

"Sorry." Emmett said to me.

"No problem. Um…that's an um…interesting family you got there."

"Thank you!" The person who I think was Rosalie said. Did Emmett put me on speaker phone?

"Thanks." Emmett bitterly said. "So anyway before I was rudely interrupted—."

"You're welcome!" The Rosalie person shouted. Somehow I think this Rosalie person and I would get along just fine.

"again," Emmett continued. "I wanted to know if you would like to go on a date with me tomorrow night?" He asked.

"Yeah…of course." I said.

"'Kay. I'll pick you up tomorrow at six." Emmett promised.

"'Kay great."

"Bye Bella." Emmett murmured.

"Bye Boyfriend." I sang in a sing song voice.

I hung up the phone.

Less than ten seconds later my phone beeped signaling a text.

A. about to call you in 30 sec—L.

Well son of a bitch…I thought.

And Logan was right, ten seconds later my phone was buzzing and Adrian's name popped up on the screen. I considered just letting it ring but Adrian was a persistent S.O.B.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked pissed off that he would even consider calling me most likely sober.

"I don't know. I just…wanted to hear your voice." He pleaded.

"Mhm and what about Makayla's and that spawn of yours in her womb?" I asked.

"Damn it Logan." I heard him whisper.

"Yeah. You really didn't think I would find out, did you?"

"I was going to tell you. I just thought that it would mean that we would never get back toge—."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." I hissed. "We are over. You made sure of that when I caught you with her."

"Bella. Be reasonable." He begged.

"I am being reasonable. You're the one who can't seem to move on." I yelled.

"Like you can?" He said in a dead pan voice.

"Actually I have a date tomorrow night. So yeah I can." I snapped.

He hung up on me. Asshole.

To pass some time I picked out what I would wear on my date with Emmett tomorrow. It took me an hour and a half just to settle on a black dress with sliver clips on the sides and black flats to go with it.

I got bored then so I decided to read one of my books. Yeah I loved to read but I never told anyone only Logan knew. I finished two books that day because I honestly had nothing to do.

Around dinner time Charlie came home…with about five fish in tow. And he stuck the fish in the freezer. Note to self: don't open freezer.

I fed Poppy and then Poppy left me to go sit with Charlie on the couch. Traitor. I just grabbed another slice of pizza and went back to reading upstairs.

Around nine I got tried with the book I was reading and got ready for bed.

I felt shaking. Was there a mother fucking earthquake?

"Bella! Bella wake the fudge up!"

I tried hitting whatever was shaking me but that only made it worse.

"Go away." I whined.

"No." the person snapped. It had to be a girl. "Get up now Bella!"

"Fuck. You." I told them.

"Don't force me to do this." She warned.

I flipped the person off.

"That's it."

I felt someone pulling my ankles and trying to pull me off the bed so I held onto the head board. For thirty seconds it was like tug a war between the annoying chick and me but with a mighty tug I was off the bed. My head snapped up to the fucking intruder in my bedroom.

Alice. Of course.

"What the fuck are you doing here at…what the hell time is it?" I yelled.

"Bella no cussing!"

"Alice," I said slowly. "I don't care if your sixteen or seventeen or however old you are your old enough to hear a cuss word and not fucking cringe!"

"Bella language!" She scolded.

"What am I six!"

"Bella I didn't know you had a potty mouth!"

"Potty mouth? Seriously Alice?"

"Yes. Now get your butt in the shower." She instructed.

"You aren't my mother, you can't tell me what to do." I said angrily.

"No your right I can't. But I have coffee." She said as she pulled coffee out from behind her back.

"Okay." I said instantly. I headed straight for the coffee cup in her hands but the midget moved her hand away so fast it was a blur.

"Go take a shower first." She instructed.

"But the coffee will be cold by then." I complained.

"Then I suggest you hurry up." She quipped.

In less than five minutes I was in and out of the bathroom. I wore a tank top and short shorts. I rubbed my eyes and snatched the coffee from Alice's hand. I sat at the edge of the bed where only two days ago I was crying my eyes out. My eyes got watery but now was not the time to let the water works come so I shook my head and took a sip out of my coffee.

I glanced up to Alice and she was just staring off into space.

"Umm…Alice?" I asked wearily.

She snapped out of whatever trance she was in. "Yeah?"

"No offence but why are you here?"

She flashed me a smile so white that it looked like it fucking sparkled like in one of those TV commercials.

"You have a date with my brother." She said simply and came to sit next to me.

"Yeah and…" I said.

"I'm here to help you pick out an outfit for your date." She said and headed for my closet.

"Alice no offence but I already have an outfit picked out." I told her.

"Show me." She said simply.

I got up and showed her my dress. She shook her head in disapproval.

"What? What did I do wrong?" I asked pissed.

"Bella you're not going to prom. You're going on a date." She said slowly.

"Too over the top huh?"

"Yep." She said popping the p.

Then Alice skipped over to my closet and rummaged through it until she came out with jeans and a grey cardigan.

"Um…Alice aren't you suppose to wear something underneath a cardigan?" I asked. I so didn't want to come off as a slut on my first date with Emmett.

"Naw really?" She asked with a mocking stupid look on her face.

"Yes." I said like the smartass I was.

She rolled her eyes. "Just show me where your camisoles are, smartbutt."

"I'm not even going to comment on 'smartbutt'." I said shaking my head but showing her the draw filled with undershirts and camisoles.

Alice shuffled through the draw until she showed me a black camisole. She shoved the outfit towards me and ordered me to go change into it. Never the less I changed into the damn outfit. I had to admit I did look good in it.

"So…what next? Shoes?" I suggested.

Alice nodded. "What shoes were you going to wear with that dress?" She asked.

I got the black flats out and showed her. "These." I said.

She nodded. "They match you shirt. Wear those." I pulled the shoes on. "Okay time for hair and makeup." She said.

"Can't I have lunch now?" I whined.

"Fine but you better not take long." She warned.

"Yes mother."

I ran downstairs. I ate the last slice of pizza there was and chugged down some chocolate milk. Alice looked like she was having a heart attack when she realized how much grease was on that pizza. I simply didn't care the less I knew about it, the better.

Where the hell was Poppy?

I searched the kitchen. No Poppy. I looked all over the first floor until I went into the living room to find her curled up to a sleeping Charlie. I glared at her like the traitor she was but let her be.

I follow Alice upstairs and into my bathroom.

"You have a straightener, right?" Alice asked.

I pulled it out of one of my draws. "Here." I said with caution.

Alice pulled a chair out of my room and into my bathroom. She instructed for me to sit and I sat. Then she went right to work with straightening my hair. When she was finished she started grabbing some of my hair on top and put it into some twist.

"Um…what did you just do?" I asked.

"I put some of your hair up so not all of it would be in your face." She explained.

"Oh." I said.

Alice then started reaching for my makeup. I grabbed her wrist.

"Alice I can do my own makeup." I told her.

"But I want to." She pouted.

"Fine, do whatever you want." I relented.

"Yay!" she squeaked.

It took Alice a half an hour just to do my makeup when it would have taken me five minutes. I didn't complain though. It was nice to spend time with Alice. She told me more of school. She asked meaningless questions about my life in New York. Finally she asked the question I dreaded.

"So…any past boyfriends I should know about?" She asked like it really didn't really matter.

"Just one." I muttered.

"Who?" She growled.

"His name is Adrian."

"How long did you date?" She asked putting eye shadow on my right eye slowly.

"On and off since we were thirteen." I answered not really knowing where this conversation was going.

"Do you love him…I mean…did you love him?" She asked putting eye shadow on my left eye.

"I—I thought I did…but now…I really don't think I did."

"How long ago did you break up?"

"The beginning of summer."

"Why?" She asked curiously.

"I really don't want to answer that Alice. I—It's not that I don't trust you it's just…I really don't like talking about it. Especially since I'm getting ready to go on a date with your brother."

"I get that." She said putting blush on my cheek. "So who's your best friend?"

"That's easy. Logan." I answered automatically.

"Logan? That sounds like a boy name." She said.

I shrugged. "He may be a boy but we've been best friends since he shared that green marker with me on the first day of kindergarten."

"So how did you meet Adrian?" She asked getting back to our pervious topic.

"Through Logan." She gave me an odd look. "Logan and Adrian are identical twins. And they have a younger sister, Reagan, who's sixteen now." I explained. "She's cool. Their dad left them when Reagan was a year old at most. And their mom, Lauren, is an amazing lawyer. It's a good thing she gets paid well because the dad doesn't pay those monthly check thingys."

"You…sure know them well." She said slowly.

"They're like family but I don't really think of Adrian that way…he changed a lot last year." I told her.

"How so?" She asked she had finished my makeup by now and was just listening to me talk.

"He went out to party's more often, drank more. Granted I drank with him but I never drank as much. His mom was afraid that he was turning into an alcoholic and that he would need to go to rehab if he kept it up. I gave him a choice one night. If her continued to drink and do the things he was doing I would leave him. He stopped as far as I knew. But then…" I shook my head. "Sorry. This is way more information than you wanted."

"It's fine." She told me.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was ready for my date with Emmett now.

So…what do ya think? I know a ton of you are going to be pissed that I gave Bella and ex—boyfriend. But really how could she not have had an ex? I have the story line set up now.

So what did you think of Logan? And you'll hear more about him and Adrian later in the story. Just not in every chapter. I wanted to include some other characters for this story.

See you'll next month!

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