Nope, I still don't own Twilight.

Age 18 - Edward POV

I got into my car and drove back to the school in a daze like the good little boy that I was, and hating myself for doing it. I put the ring inside the folder so I wouldn't lose it, and put the folder in the seat next to me.

I couldn't believe it. Bella Swan was gone. I had kissed Bella Swan, something I probably never would be able to do again. I, Edward Anthony Frikkin Masen, had kissed the one and only Bella Swan. I felt like jumping for joy and crying my eyes out at the same time.

She'd liked me all this time, and I'd been too blind to see it. How could I be so stupid? I should have just kissed her in the hallway like I'd always wanted to do.

If it was one thing I hated about myself, it was that I never took any chances. Ever. This afternoon was probably the wildest thing I'd ever done in my life. And that's saying something.

I pulled up into the school parking lot and walked to lunch, which started in ten minutes. No reason for me to go to class now.

Jasper and Rosalie joined me at our usual table with their lunch trays, staring at me with amused faces.

"You'd think with a love bite that big he'd at least smile a little. What crawled up your ass and died?" Jasper said with a laugh, making Rosalie giggle. They were really close, something I envied sometimes.

"So, who's the lucky girl? And is that why you didn't show up for History this morning?" Rosalie asked, popping a fry into her mouth. Both of them were skinny as sticks but they ate like Japanese sumo wrestlers.

"Bella Swan, and yes." I answered both of her questions. Rosalie chocked on her fry and Jasper shot chocolate milk out his nose.

"What?!" They both yelled at the same time, their baby blue eyes turning wide.

"Yeah, I gave her a lift this morning to her RV, we talked, we made out, she left and now I'll never see her again." I said, staring down at the table, tracing an old crack with my finger.

"But, what, how?! You guys hate each other! You always fight!" Rosalie said, not understanding what was going on. I sighed and looked up at them through my lashes, trying to hide my blush, which didn't work because of my pale skin.

"Are you… Are you blushing?" Jasper asked in a quiet, amazed voice. I ran my hand through my messy mop of hair, a nervous habit I'd picked up from my dad.

"I never hated Bella, not even when we were little. I guess it doesn't matter if you guys know now since she's gone. You see, I figured that if I bothered her, she'd pay some attention to me, you know? It was the only thing I could think off. Its stupid, I know, believe me, I do. But I had- Have, a crush on Bella and I've had it since we were seven!" I rambled out as quickly as I could.

There was a silence, and I realized that I'd been speaking louder then I thought, almost shouting my last words. The whole cafeteria was staring at me with there mouth's open in shock.

James, being the dick he is, was the first one to break the silence with his loud obnoxious laughter that was quickly followed by Tyler.

Everybody started to whisper and look around the cafeteria, probably looking for Bella. Good, at least they hadn't heard that she left. Bella had always been private about herself.

"Why didn't you ever tell me? I could of helped you get her or something!" Rosalie hissed quietly, leaning her head towards me along with Jasper. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples.

"I didn't want anyone to know. It was just embarrassing. I mean, she's so perfect and brutaly honest, which I loved about her, and, and I just... its too late now anyways." I whispered so the rest of the student body wouldn't hear.

"Well, can't you go after her? Where did she go?" Rosalie asked me hurriedly. Jasper nodded along with her.

"I tried to get her to stay, but she wouldn't, and I can't say I blame her. She went to Florida to her cousin named Emmett or something. She ran away from home you guys, so you can't tell anyone where she went, okay?" Both of them nodded, deep in thought.

"Emmett, what kind of stupid old fashioned name is that? Mrs. Emmett Swan, if that's his last name. I don't envy the girl who has to marry that guy!" Rosalie said, cracking up. I rolled my eyes at her but didn't say anything.

"I don't get it. How can you…like her? She's mean to everyone and she's all dark and sarcastic. And she constantly beats you up. Not that you're trying to stop it or anything…" Jasper said, shaking his head and staring at me. I felt another blush creep up my cheeks.

"A little physical contact never hurt anybody?" I tried with a hesitant laugh. Jasper's face scrunched up into frown as he stared at me with disgust.

"Ah, man, no, no that's just wrong. Seriously? That's just sick Edward!" He said, shaking his head harder, making Rose and I laugh at him.

"Well, I always thought she was beautiful, there's no arguing that. I've never had anything against piercings or body art. And she's so mysterious and mean on the outside, but if you stare at her, like when she draws, she's a completely different person, you can just tell. And did you guys know that she's a tattoo artist outside of school?" I rambled, my chin resting in my hand. Jasper stood up quickly and started grabbing his books.

"Where are you going?" Rosalie asked, stuffing her face with her burger. She might look like a dolled up prima Donna, but she ate like a 300 pound truck driver, it was actually really disturbing. Not that Jasper was any better.

"This morning, Bella was yelling at Lauren, like she's always yelling at someone, and Edward teased her and Bella teased back, obviously winning that little war, no offence Edward. And then, our dear red headed friend here disappears for the rest of the morning, coming back with the biggest love bite since the 70's, and now he's freaking in love with his 'worst enemy'." Jasper rambled quickly, air quoting 'worst enemy'. Rosalie snickered slightly, looking from me to Jasper as if she was watching a tennis match, her eyes wide as she took a huge gulp of her lemonade and continued inhaling her burger.

"I don't love her, Jasper, I've just been crushing on her since forever. It's not like I'm going to turn all emo kid on you guys from now on. I'm still going to be Edward." I stated, making a small vow with myself right then and there. So what if she'd kissed me and fulfilled my fantasy about actually wanting me like I wanted her, and I'd never see her again? So what if she really was a big part of my life when I actually started thinking about it. She was not going to turn me into a whining little baby. If she was going to have fun, then so was I.

Rosalie snorted in a very un lady like way, giggling about something.

"What, pray tell, is so damn funny dearest sister of mine?" Jasper asked her shortly. Rose only giggled harder.

"Just picturing Edward over here as an emo. Reading poetry, crying over everything and being weirder then normal. Kinda funny." She said, making Jasper crack a small smile too.

"Seriously though, why are you getting so worked up about this? So what, they've secretly liked each other since forever? Big deal." She continued, taking another huge bite of her burger.

"Big deal?! Of course it's a big deal! Edward and Bella hate each other. Its fact. Its even written down in the year book. But! Edward here just changed the fucking world by coming clean with his lies. The next thing we know, Miss. Chokesondick didn't really die in that South Park episode! What the hell is happening to the world?! Is your real name even Edward?" Jasper asked dramatically, staring at me as if I'd committed the biggest crime in the world.

"Last time I checked it was, yes. Jasper please, she left anyway, its not like it matters anymore." I muttered angrily to myself, stealing a fry, or rather trying to steal a fry from Rosalie. She stabbed my fingers with her fork, looking at me warningly. I huffed.

"You promised not to turn into an emo kid, so cheer up." Rosalie said.

"A fry would cheer me up." I said hopefully, while Rosalie snorted.

"Oh please, your not even crying or anything. Not that I'd give you my fry even if you were…maybe if you were bleeding. Depending on how much..." She trailed off. That girl had some serious eating disorder, and I don't mean in the way that she didn't eat. Quite the opposite. She was sort of obsessed with her food. I rolled my eyes at her and looked back at Jasper.

"Let's just forget it, okay? Besides, I don't want to think about it anymore. I kind of miss her." I admitted, grabbing something from Jaspers tray instead. Rosalie shook her head at me but didn't say anything.

"Anything else you want to come clean about, you can do it now." Jasper said, sitting back down. I smirked at him as I thought hard.

"I used to scrub Mr. Pussy's teeth with your toothbrush when we were little." Rosalie said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Jasper's eyes widened and he started gagging slightly.

"How could you do something like that to me?!" He sputtered, smacking his mouth and looking like he was on the verge of puking.

"It was the summer you decided that Garrett was more fun to play with then me, so I wanted a revenge…" Rosalie trailed off, batting her eyelashes at her baby brother by four minutes.

"Who's Mr. Pussy?" I asked. I'd never heard them talking about a Mr. Pussy before. Jasper groaned and laid his head on the table while Rosalie smiled at me widely.

"Well, you see, every summer since we can remember, Jasper and I have visited our grandparents farm down in Alabama. Now, when we were 9, our grandmother gave us our very own baby cow, which I wanted to call Mr. Pussy and Jasper wanted to call Dick." Rosalie explained with glee.

"You guys were kind of perverted as children, you know that right?" I pointed out. Both of them nodded, and didn't try to deny it.

"Anyway, I got my way like I always do, so Jasper got mad and decided that since he was such a big boy, he should only play with other big boys. That's were Garrett comes inn." She said, nudging her brother in the shoulder with her elbow.

"So, I was stuck with this baby cow, that I had to take care of all on my own because Jasper thought Mr. Pussy was stupid. I thought it was unfair how I was the one that had to take care of it, so I figured, if I used your toothbrush to clean his teeth, then you'd sort of be helping without even knowing it." Rosalie explained brightly, chugging down the rest of her Lemonade.

"But I apologized and gave you my favorite toy! Why didn't you ever tell me?" He asked, staring up at her.

"Well I couldn't tell you at the end of the summer, because then you'd be really mad at me. So I figured I'd wait a few years before telling you, that way you could only be slightly mad, because it happened such a long time ago. Your actually the one who taught me that, Jasper, so don't look so surprised." She finished her little tale. Jasper only shook his head in exasperation.

"Do you think they'll ask me where I was if I go to my next class?" I asked anxiously, staring at the clock hanging on the wall. People were still giving me weird looks as they walked past us. Some laughing while others looked down right confused. I guess they were on the same page as Jasper.

"Ah, Edward. Don't be such a worry wart. You've never ever ditched before, even when your sick you show up for school. I don't think the teachers will mind too much. Well, they might miss someone kissing their ass throughout the lesson, but you'll be fine for the rest of the day." Rosalie said, picking up her book bag and slinging it on her shoulder. Jasper and I stood up to and gathered our stuff slowly.

"I don't suck up to the teachers." I said, frowning at her. Rose and Jasper looked at each other and then at me. Creepy how alike those two can be sometimes.

"You kinda do. Just face it Edward, you're a nice, quiet ass kisser that sticks up for losers that are even lower on the ranking scale then you are. Your hot, I'll give you that, but you just don't have that bad boy attitude. If you stop trying to be something your not, then maybe you'll be happier with yourself. Now you go be the best ass kisser in that classroom and make us proud!" Rosalie preached at my stunned face. She gave me a quick hug and kissed Jasper on the cheek before she hurried of to her next class.

"Wow…" I breathed, stunned. Is that how everyone saw me? Stiff, boring quiet old Edward who couldn't come up with a good come back even to save his own skin? Jasper rubbed his neck as he gave me an apologetic look.

"Hey man, she means well, but you know how Rosie is. She sucks at giving complements, but you know she didn't mean it in a bad way." Jasper said as we started walking out of the cafeteria towards our Biology class.

"But it's true though, isn't it? That is how everybody sees me." I said with a frown. Jasper nodded his head hesitantly.

"But you know, there's nothing wrong with that, Edward. Being nice, getting good grades, those things are good. 70 % of the student body at this school will probably end up flipping burgers. I think you should be happy about the fact that your not one of those. There's a reason why you're my best friend instead of those other losers. But lets stop talking about this before we both grow a pair of boobs and start braiding each others hair." He said with a laugh, pushing the door to the Biology room open with his shoulder. I laughed with him and figured he was right. And so was Rose too. There is no point in trying to be something that your not.

"Oh, and Edward?" Jasper whispered as he took the seat behind me.

"Yeah?" I asked distractedly as I fished out my books.

"You might wanna button up your shirt again." He said with a laugh, and I looked down at myself, and blushed a hard crimson color. If you took in my wild hair, the hickey and the messed up shirt, it wasn't hard to figure out what I'd been up too. I buttoned it up the right way and straightened it out as much as I could, along with my hair.

"Thanks for not telling me sooner." I muttered, trying to hide my face. Jasper turned a laugh into a cough.

"No problem dude." I shook my head. This was going to be a long day.

- X -

The rest of the day went by slowly, and thankfully none of the teachers asked me where I'd been this morning, and nobody missed Bella. It wasn't uncommon for her to ditch school every once in a while.

As I was walking back to my car after school, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me around the other side of the school where I was pushed up against the wall by none other then James, with Tyler standing in the background, wearing a stupid grin. James, however, wasn't laughing.

"You just stay the hell away from Bella you little bastard, you hear me? Or I'll make all of Bella's beating seem like a day at the zoo, understood?" He asked, pressing my up against the wall by my throat. I nodded my head. No point in telling him that she left anyway, so it wouldn't be hard for me to keep that promise.

James smirked his signature evil smirk and released me. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, staring at me with curious eyes. I knew that if I started walking away now, he'd kick my ass.

"I never understand why she holds back when she's beating you up. There's nothing special about you," James said casually before he turned around and started walking into the woods, Tyler following him faithfully.

So she hadn't told her friends about leaving. She hadn't told anyone about leaving. Only me. That made me feel giddy as I hurried back to my car and headed home in a daze. This day had been strange day. Although a small part of me wanted it to be true, I whish I'd just imagined Bella leaving.

I parked my car and walked up the driveway, slinging my backpack into the hall and walking into the kitchen to get something to eat, since I didn't eat anything at school.

"Hi honey, how was your- Oh, dear sweet apple pie, what is that, that thing on your neck?!" My mother yelled outrageously. My cheeks turned pink and I grabbed my throat, trying to hide it from her.

"Its nothing." I mumbled, dropping my hand and opening the fridge, taking out everything I needed for my sandwich.

"Well that's the biggest nothing I've seen in years." My mom muttered, coming closer to me. She had to stand on her toes to see it more clearly.

"Edward, why didn't you tell us that you have a girlfriend? What's she like? Do I know her? Is she nice?" She asked, pulling everything out of my hands and making me sit down as she started making the sandwich for me. I didn't protest.

"First off, I don't have a girlfriend, and you don't know who it is…" I tried to lie, but just like when I was seven, I sucked at it. My mom shook her head at me.

"You have to lie better then that honey. Come on, tell your old mom who the lucky lady is. It is a lady, right?" She stopped making the sandwich and razed an eyebrow at me.

"Yes it's a girl mom, I'm not gay." I answered with a roll of my eyes. My mom had always wanted a girl, so when she got me, she had secretly wished that I would turn gay along the way. I'm happy to say that I'm a huge disappointment in that department.

"Dang," She muttered as she continued with the sandwich, making sure she had everything she needed.

"Well if she's not your girlfriend, what where you doing kissing her?" She asked in a slightly sharper tone.

"Mom, I really don't want to discuss this with you, so could you just please let it drop?" I pleaded with her. She sighed in annoyance.

"Well can you at least tell me who it is? It's not everyday my son comes home with a hickey the size of Kansas." She teased me, and handed me my food.

"Bella Swan." I answered, taking a huge bite out of my dinner. Elizabeth dropped the knife on the counter and stared at me with huge green eyes, shaking her head in disbelief.

"No, Edward, no. Not her, please. Anyone else, just not her. She's a bad influence, and she's just a horrible person and-" I cut her off, angrier with her then I thought I'd be.

"She's not mom, so just stop it. And we're not dating and we're not goanna start dating so don't worry about it. But don't say anything bad about her without even knowing her." I told her sternly.

"Oh really? I might not know the high and mighty Bella Swan, but I do know that she's sent you home with more bruises and cuts then any other kid in school. I also know all those stunts she pulls with her other little friends. I might not go to your school, but we live in a very, very small town." She shot back at me.

"Look, I don't know what's going on between you two, but I don't want you to get involved with that girl. She's bad news Edward." She said with a knowing look on her face.

"Do you know why I'm the one she beat up the most? Because I provoked her to do it. I could of just stopped and she would of left me alone, like she left all the other kids alone, but I didn't, mom, so I'm not any better then her." I shot back at her, loving the way her face turned confused, and then feeling bad about it. But I didn't want her to think bad about Bella ether.

"Mom, what I'm trying to say is that Bella stopped beating kids up for fun years ago. The only reason she kept beating me up was because I bugged her into doing it. And, of course, she did beat up the others who were stupid enough to talk bad about her or her friends. So she's really not such a horrible person mom. Not really." I explained the best I could. I knew Bella wasn't a saint, and that she could come off as mean, but I also knew that there was more to her then what she let on.

"Why are you talking in past tense?" Elizabeth asked confused.

"Because Bella left today, and she's never coming back." I said with a sad little smile before I turned and walked out of the kitchen, picking up my backpack and ignoring her calls for me to stop.

I regretted not coming with her. But I couldn't leave Jasper and Rosalie, or my parents. And fact is, I don't think I would have had the guts to pull something like that off. I would probably have a nervous breakdown about missing too much school or worrying about something going wrong along the way.

I fell down on my bed and pulled the folder out of my back pack and took out the first drawing. I was shocked to say the least. The first drawing was of me. If it wasn't for the fact that I was holding the drawing in my hand and I could feel the lines on the paper, I would have thought it was a black and white photo, but she'd actually drawn it.

I looked happy, in the drawing, standing alone in the school yard by my car. And I was surprised to see that it was where I stood every morning, just watching her. I didn't know she knew about that. I would have been embarrassed and stopped if I knew.

The next one was older, of me laying in the grass somewhere. It wasn't as good as the others, but just as nice and detailed, and I could tell that she'd spent a lot of time drawing them. There were a few more of me and some other's of random objects. They were all beautiful.

I sighed and pulled my ring out of the folder, looking at it from all angles. I found an old chain in my bedside drawer and slipped the ring on it before placing it around my neck. I wanted to have a little peace of her with me wherever I went.

Someone knocked on my door, which made me sigh again. It wasn't possible to get one stinking minute alone in this house.

"Come in," I answered, loud enough for the other person to hear. I put the pictures in my drawer and placed my hands in my lap as I looked up to see my father as he walked into my room. I was surprised that he was home this early, but it happened every once in a while.

"Hello Son," He said, walking in and taking a seat on the end of my bed. I nodded in response but didn't say anything. Truth was, I wasn't all that close to my dad. He was usually working late, and we only talked on those rare days when he could take the morning off from work, which meant that he'd ether won or lost another case in court. My dad, Edward Senior, was a very well respected lawyer down in Olympia, which didn't make any sense at all since we lived in Forks. I never understood why we didn't just move down there for his job, but I wasn't about to complain, because that meant leaving Bella and my friends. But now that Bella had left, leaving Forks didn't seem like such a bad thing.

"So, Elizabeth told me about you and that Bella Swan girl getting all, um, down and groovy this morning." He started uncomfortably, and I groaned loudly, pulling a pillow over my face. This was not happening.

"Nobody says 'groovy' anymore Dad, that word died out thirty years ago." I muttered, pulling the pillow away from my face. We never talked to each other. Not really. Sometimes over dinner about how I was going to take over his law firm, or become a Doctor, but we didn't really talk about anything else, which made this conversation ten times worse.

"Right. Well, your mom asked me to come up here to talk to you about protection-" I stopped him before he could go on any further.

"No, no. Stop right there. I've gotten this talk in school. They covered everything, so please, just stop. For both of our sanities." I pleaded with him. He looked relieved, and it was almost like he deflated on the spot.

"Thank gum balls and all that is holey, I really didn't want to have this talk with you, but if your mom asks, we did have this talk, and you now know everything there is about sex, got it?" He asked me playfully. I smiled at him in thanks.

"So, since I have to stay up here for another half hour, how's your grades?" He asked me, and I knew he didn't mean to say it in such a way, it was just that he really didn't care about anything other then work. I gave him a slight smile.

"Great, I've only gotten A+ in all my classes so everything's good. Well, except for art. C-. " I told him with a shrug. He smiled a big smile and looked around my room.

"Doesn't matter. You'll never need art in life anyway. Meaningless, really. So, you want to follow in your Dad's footsteps, and be a lawyer, or do you want to be a Doctor?" He asked me excitedly.

Sometimes I wondered if he ever cared about anything else. While all the other dads threw ball with their kids, my dad taught me the law system and how to win a case.

Truth was, I didn't want to be a Doctor or a Lawyer. I wanted to be a Firefighter, or a construction worker, or own my own Bar. I just didn't know how to tell them, because I knew it would be such a huge disappointment.

"Or, you know, since your so good in school, you could always become a professor, you know. But, what do you want to be?" Which basically means, do you want to be a doctor or a lawyer?

"Doctor, I guess." If I had to choose, it would be a doctor, because I wasn't good when it came to arguing, like my dad was. My dad beamed at me with such a proud smile I didn't have the heart to say that I didn't want to be a doctor. I could just imagine the look on his face if he ever found out.

"Good choice boy! I'm so proud of you! You know, your mom really wants you to be a doctor, so your making her really happy now." He said, and I gave him a small smile in return. I just wasn't happy right now, and he seemed to catch on.

"Look, Edward, your mom told me that Bella left town today, but what about that Sarah girl? She's cute." He said, and stood up to stretch his legs. We had the same tall lank build, and the same jaw and nose. It wasn't hard to figure out how I would look when I grew up.

"Dad, Sarah still wears braces and weights about 200 pounds, and she's called pizza face for a reason. She is not cute." The girl was still into unicorns and pink shirts, and she'd had the same hair style since first grade. Dad only wanted me to go out with her because her Dad was a doctor. It was really disturbing to be honest, that my dad was trying to pimp me out like that.

He scratched the back of his neck, and I could tell that he agreed with me.

"Just, try to find yourself a new girl, hopefully a girl who's going to get a career and earn some money, okay? You know what I always say, you can't be happy without money!" He said cheerfully. I nodded my head absently.

"I just don't feel like dating anyone right now." I said quietly, pulling at the pillow in my hand. Dad sighed and sat back down again.

"Look, kid, I know its hard and it seems like the end of the world right now, but when you get a little older and a little more experienced, you'll learn that girls will come and go, and once you find the right one, you'll stay with her for the rest of your life. Bella just wasn't the one, and you'll see that that was probably for the best." He told me gently, but he was only being annoying. Because what he really was saying, was that just because I was young, I didn't know what love was, and I couldn't have deep feelings because I wasn't experienced enough. Not that I loved Bella, but I'm sure you understand my point.

"I know Dad, I know." Sometimes, it was better to just pick your battles, and I wasn't about to start fighting with him now. He smiled at me warmly and stood up again quickly.

"Come, you left your sandwich all alone so I ate it. Your mom's making some more right as we speak." I shook my head at him.

"I'm not hungry, and I've got tons of homework to do." I told him, pulling out all my work from my back pack. Dad nodded and left the room without saying anything, closing the door behind him quietly.

I did all my homework in a few hours, and when I was done it was dark outside. My cell phone started ringing and I fished it out of my pocket before answering without seeing who it was.

"Hey Edward! Just wondering how your holding up." Jaspers voice came through the receiver. I rolled my eyes slightly and put on some quiet background music.

"Fine, other then the fact that Mom freaked out and sent Dad up to give me the sex talk. Luckily, he didn't want to give it and I didn't want to get it, so we just skipped that part." I muttered, putting all my books away. Jasper laughed on the other end.

"Seriously? My dad threw a few packs of condoms on us before running out of the room like a mad man. It was like he was facing death or something." I laughed with him, because their dad was this really tall, muscle like man who used to be a pro wrestler. They're mom died when they were two in a plain crash, so Mr. Whitlock was all alone, raising twins.

"You never told me that." I accused him lightly.

"Well we were eight when it happened, and you never asked." Jasper retorted smartly. He pushed a button and put me on speaker phone, so I could hear Rosalie too.

"So did you do it?" Was the first thing that came out of Rose's mouth. I rolled my eyes at her one tracked mind. She was more perverted then the whole football team of guys put together.

"No, Rose, we didn't." I muttered, sullen. Bella was right, I was beating myself up over it. What the hell was wrong with me?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Seems like I wasn't the only one asking that question.

"It just…it just didn't seem right, okay? Everything happened so fast so I stopped us, before we did something we both would regret." I tried to defend myself, but it was bullshit to my own ears. Now that I'd gotten some time to think it through, I felt like an idiot.

The moment had been perfect for my first time, if that was what my sissy mind was worried about. And I knew that I would never regret something like that.

"I repeat, what the hell is wrong with you?! Your thinking like a fucking chick Edward, it was the perfect moment!" Jasper yelled, exasperated with me. I closed my eyes and was mentally beating myself in the head with a baseball bat.

"So what if everything went fast? As long as you don't do it fast, there's nothing to think about! You are so fucking stupid sometimes!" Rosalie yelled into the phone.

"Thank you, I know. This was a once in a life time chance and I blew it, trust me, the thought has crossed my mind for just about a billon times, but thanks for informing me." I snapped back at them. I knew I screwed up. Big time.

"That's just… really pathetic. What the hell is the matter with you, don't you have any self esteem at all? Loser." Rosalie muttered, and I rolled my eyes.

"So what your basically saying is that Bella, The Bella Swan, wanted to bang you, and you turned her down?" Jasper asked calmly. I closed my eyes and groaned. Although not many people liked Bella in school, nobody could deny that she had the body of a goddess and the face of a fairy. She was simply perfect. But like I said, she had a big mouth and it scared away a lot of the guys. But not everyone.

"Yes?" It came out more like a question, because when he put it like that, it sounded pretty damn stupid.

"Did she kick your ass?" Rose asked excitedly from the background. She was probably laying on her bed. They had to share a room because of the size of the house. It was really small.

"Actually, she was really understanding about it all. It kind of surprised me, but like I said, she's really different when she's not around people. It's like she opens up," I tried to explain.

"But that's not exiting…" Jasper muttered, and Rose agreed with him. I rolled my eyes and started to put my homework away from my bed.

"Anyway, decided what kind of college you want to go to?" Jasper asked me, and he put me back to normal, so the conversation was only between the both of us again.

"I don't know, Dad wants me to go to the one in Chicago, but I just told him that I picked Doctor so I guess I'll have to find another college now." I said with a sigh. I really didn't want to become a doctor.

"Dude, why can't you just tell them that you don't want to be a goddamn doctor? Its not that hard. This is your life, you know." Jasper preached to me.

"Have you told your dad yet that your planning on becoming a drama teacher?" I asked him back. He had no right at all to tell me that I should explain to my parents that I had my own plans in life when he didn't even have the balls to tell his own dad that he wasn't planning on going into the military, but become a drama teacher.

"That's different." He muttered, and I could just see the look on his face. He knew he was wrong, but he wasn't about to give up because of that.

"And how is that different?"

"Because you still want to do something, and get a real career as they call it, while my dad things that all actors are gay and corny." Jasper countered. I shook my head to myself.

"Whatever. When you tell your dad, I'll consider telling my parents." We'd had this talk before, and we never agreed on anything.

"Look, I gotta run, Dad wants to wrestle." Jasper said excitedly, and I could already hear them in the background.

"I think Rose might actually win this time!" Jasper yelled into the phone, making me laugh. You'd think Jasper would be the one wrestling, not Rose, and you'd think that Jasper would be the one fixing their car later on that night, but no, that would be Rose.

"Nah, he's got her in a headlock, and… Edward, I have to go, Rose just smashed a vase over his head and I think he's bleeding." Jasper muttered and hung up the phone. At least that put a smile on my face. Rosalie and Mr. Whitlock were always wrestling, and Rose breaking stuff on his head was common.

Their dad was cool, and always put them before himself. I knew he wouldn't care if Jasper wanted to be a drama teacher. Jasper was just being…dramatic. He might not be your everyday dad, but he loved his kids and that was what mattered. He moved from Seattle to Forks so Jasper and Rose would have a nice place growing up. He even slept on the couch so they could have their own room.

I went to bed without food that night, and I really wasn't all that hungry. I just couldn't stop thinking about Bella.

Was she okay? Was she cold? Was she thinking about me? Was she hungry? I didn't know any of this, and it all bothered me a lot.

I regretted a lot of the things I'd done in my life, but I think my biggest regret now was not going with her. My parents would forgive me, Jasper and Rosalie would follow after me, and I'd still be okay in life. Bella would be fine, she was smart and I wasn't worried about her, so why wouldn't I be okay? It was too late now anyway.

I tried to get her to stay, I honestly tried. I didn't blame her for leaving though, the old saying about how if you love someone, you'll let them go. Not that I loved Bella, it was just a crush. But I understood her, which meant that I understood that this isn't a place for someone like Bella. And like I said, I didn't blame her for leaving.

Because in the end, it wasn't worth staying here over a crush.

AN: Okay, a lot of you are asking if I've forgotten about Nerd. No, I haven't. I'll update that story sometime next week.

Hope everyone liked this chapter, it is one of my personal favorites. I feel bad for Edward, though.

Anyway! Next chapter will be from Bella's POV ;D

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