Sorry that this has taken so long and that it's badly written. I seriously just use FanFiction as a remedy for writer's block so I can work on my book that I am going to try to get published. So usually this crap I write is just jumbled up thoughts in my mind that get in the way of me writing my original story. But if you read it and like it I really, really appreciate it. Every time I get added to a new alert or I get a nice review or something I get a warm fuzzy feeling.

Chapter Three: Girl's Night Out

I wanted to see Edward again.

I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to feel that spark again. The one I felt when he looked at me with his emerald green eyes.

But in order to keep appearances, I knew I needed to keep up my I-Hate-Edward-Cullen-Cause-He's-A-Douchebag façade.

I still couldn't help the involuntary squeal that escaped from my lips when a text from Rosalie popped up on my phone.

"I'm picking you up in an hour and we're going to Port Angeles for dinner, got it?"

I knew it wasn't right to use people and I did genuinely like hanging out with Rosalie, but from previous experiences hanging with Rosalie always ended up with me hanging out with Edward.

Edward.

Edward Cullen.

The hottest guy in the world.

Who, according to Rosalie, possibly had a crush on me.

…

An hour later, I was in Rosalie's car cruising into Port Angeles with Rosalie and Alice.

"So are we meeting up with anyone?" I hinted, as Rosalie pulled into a parking spot in the midst of several boutiques.

The knowing smirk Rosalie shot me said that I had failed at being subtle.

"Sorry, Bella. Girls night." She chortled, pointing first at herself and then me and then Alice. "No Edward Cullen allowed."

"I didn't say anything about Edward." I grumbled, heart rising in my cheeks. The disappointment was settling in my stomach like a sack of bricks.

"Okay, whatever you say." Rosalie began walking towards the closest boutique, beckoning for Alice and me to follow.

…

"La Bella Italia…" Rosalie read the name off a small restaurant. "Sounds good to me. What about you gals?"

"They have the best pasta here!" Alice exclaimed, a little louder than necessary.

"Sure, I love Italian." I agreed.

We entered the restaurant. A girl around our age was standing behind a podium, popping gum and texting rapidly.

"Umm... excuse me?" Alice sung. "Table for three?"

"Yeah." The girl muttered, reluctantly setting down her phone. "Follow me…"

She strode all the way to the back of the restaurant, seating us in a booth across from a couple who were full-fledged making out. The guy was barely visible, lying down on the booth, with a thin girl with long, strawberry blonde hair straddling him.

I shot the waitress a look of shock.

"We get him a lot." She said quietly. "Always in here with a different girl. He leaves a good tip so I don't say anything."

Rosalie looked a little sickly, exchanging a concerned look with Alice, but neither of them added anything.

"So can I get you anything to drink?" The waitress asked.

"I'll have a Coke." I said.

"Water." Choked Rosalie.

"I'll have a Coke, too." Alice squeaked, her eyes wide with what was almost alarm.

The waitress nodded and sashayed away.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I hissed.

They just stared at me like two deer in a headlight.

"Guys, come on. Just tell m-"The rest of my sentence was cut off as the guy beside me, sat up pushing his date of him.

"Come on Tanya, a guy's gotta breathe." He laughed.

I froze.

I knew that voice.

That charming voice.

I looked over to see Edward sitting up on the booth with Tanya's legs still wrapped around his waist. His hair mussed up and sexy, lipstick smudged on his face and neck.

I felt like getting sick.

His eyes found me at long last.

I tried to look like I hadn't been staring, but my eyes wouldn't rip away from the unpleasant scene in front of me.

"Hey Swan. Enjoying the show?" He winked at me, pulling Tanya's lips to his again. When he finished showing off for me, he pushed them both out of the booth. "My place?" He murmured to Tanya. She nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the door.

And then they were gone.

Off to hook up in the bed that I had slept in with Edward just 48 hours ago.

The waitress had reappeared with the drinks. It seemed as if she had witnessed our exchange.

"You know him?" She asked, slightly surprised.

"He's one of our best friends." Rosalie answered with a smile. I silently thanked her. I didn't think I could speak if I tried.

"What's wrong with your friend?" The waitress, nodded at me. "Is he her ex?"

"No. He's not." I snapped, coming to.

"Whatever. Ready to order?"

Our food came out. It smelled delicious, but my throat was so tight I could barely swallow. My eyes were misty with unshed tears. I was so stupid. Two days of being a regular teenager and I had already gotten played.

"Bella, I'm really sorry. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like you." Rosalie tried to console me.

"Yeah," Alice chimed in, "Edward is a player. He gets laid practically every night. Besides he thinks you hate him. I bet if he knew you had a crush on him, he'd dump the other hoes."

"Guys, don't worry." I tried to smile, but my face felt stiff. "It was just a stupid crush. I actually don't know if you could call it even that. I've only known him a couple days. He was just so sweet last night and I thought-"The tears finally started to spill out of my eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm ruining our girl's night over something as dumb as a guy I barely know."

"I'm going to kick his ass." Rosalie promised, handing me her unused napkin. "He was such an ass just now. He should've been more considerate."

I mopped my face up and shoveled a couple more of my mushroom ravioli into my mouth.

"I'm fine, Rosalie." I sighed, taking a sip of Coke. "I'm just new to all this. I'm naïve." I winced at how lame I was being.

"I say we go to his house after this and TP the shit out of it." Alice bumped me with her shoulder.

Suddenly a little spark of excitement flared up in me.

"Know what?" I grinned, this time it came naturally. "That sounds like a terrific idea."

A devilish gleam crept into Rosalie's eyes. "Alice, let's get Emmett and Jasper in on it. They can bring the supplies and meet us near Edward's."

The girls started texting furiously and a few messages later, shot me a playful smile.

"Ready to go teach a mega douche a lesson?" Rosalie slid out of the booth, leaving a wad of cash behind. She marched out the doors, leading us to the car.

…

Emmett and Jasper were parked five minutes away from Edward's. We parked next to Emmett's Jeep, trying not to look like we were doing anything illegal.

The boys were loaded up with toilet paper and started handing rolls off to us. I balanced four in my arms and we started our trek to Edward's front yard.

His house loomed over us. One light was on in one of the upstairs windows. My heart skipped a beat. That was the window to Edward's room. Suddenly it shut off.

"Get it!" Emmett whisper yelled. Rosalie slapped him and pointed to me dramatically. He mouthed "sorry" and threw the first roll into the air. It tangled perfectly around a tree and the body of the roll landed at the tree's base. Emmett broke off the piece and threw the roll up again.

Everyone joined in, until Edward's yard was completely covered.

There was a sick satisfaction in committing the petty crime. I imagined Edward's face the next morning when he would walk outside and see the mess. I nearly laughed out loud when I thought about how much time he was going to have to spend cleaning it all up.

Then I remembered what he was upstairs doing. More importantly, who he was upstairs doing. And just this morning I had let myself be convinced that he had a thing for me.

The satisfaction that came with revenge quickly melted away, and my previous sick stomach returned with a vengeance. Hot tears of both hurt and embarrassment filled my eyes.

Jasper was the first to stop admiring our handy work and notice me.

"Bella?" His voice was mildly soothing. But it couldn't stop the silent tears from falling down my face.

"I'm so stupid." I muttered.

Everyone else was taking notice of me now.

"Bella, I'm positive Edward likes you." Jasper tried to console me. "I could tell. But you two aren't in a relationship and you act like you have no interest in him….Bella, he's used to being with a different girl every night. That's his way of life. What he's doing right now, it has nothing to do with how he does or doesn't feel about you."

"But in the restaurant….," I whispered in a dejected tone, "He saw me, Jasper. And he was just so smug and he kissed her again right in front of me."

A soft chuckle escaped Jasper's lips. "You really didn't get out much in Phoenix did you? He's trying to make you jealous. You need to take it as a compliment and not get so bent out of shape."

"Thanks, Jasper. But I can't do this. Rosalie, can you take me home?" I tore my teary eyes away from Edward's window and started walking back to Rosalie's car.

"Of course, sweetie." She got in the car with me, bidding the rest of the gang good night.

In the car, I couldn't hold it in any longer. My body rocked with violent sobs. "This is so unfair!" I moaned. "Why do I feel like this?"

Rosalie pulled into my driveway and turned off her car; she turned to face me.

"Bella, Edward isn't a bad guy, but he is seriously messed up. His parents are never there, he's alone pretty much all the time. He's sad and he's lonely and he doesn't have guidance. I shouldn't have encouraged you to like him. You shouldn't like him. All he's done so far is hurt you. Edward Cullen is a project. Loving him will take everything out of you. I didn't see it before, but I do now; you shouldn't have anything to do with him. And it was unfair of me to drag you across his path. I like you, Bella. And I want to be friends. So as your friend, I'm saying no more Edward Cullen. Whenever we hang out, it'll just be us. You're just too pure and innocent for him and if you're this much of a wreck after what happened tonight then I hate to see what you'll look like at the end of the summer." She paused her monologue to look me over. "Take some deep breaths. Compose yourself. Then go inside and move on. There are a lot of amazing guys in the world and you'll find the perfect one."

I nodded weakly. My eyes felt swollen and heavy and my throat was sore. I brushed my fingers over my eyes a few times to rid them of my salty tears.

"Goodnight." I sighed, sliding out of the car.

I gave Charlie a quiet "Hello, goodnight." And left for my room before he could ask questions.

The tears revisited me frequently all night. I blasted my iPod so loud that it burned my ears, but the painful music was better than my own condemning thoughts.

Rosalie was right. I was too inexperienced for Edward and it would be best if I avoided him like the plague.

Finally, it seemed I had cried out all my tears. My nose was stuffy and my eyes still felt heavy. I closed them and buried my wet face in my pillow. Sleep came easy. It seemed my body was just as exhausted as my heart.

And to think, I hadn't even been in Forks one week.