I go through some more texts. Angela, her friend I'm assuming, is also quite humorous.

I saw this guy, and I'm all sir, you are attractive and for that, I must stare at you. ;)

I smile, trying to picture this Angela character. Well conjuring and image of her, the phone beeps in my hand. It starts playing the a country song. It just so happens to be my favourite song at the moment.

Yeehaw.

I get all giddy while opening the message.

It appears we have indeed switched phones. I have some bad news on behalf of your phone, I am flying to Vegas for a bridal shower this weekend with my friend Angela. I'm heading to the airport right now! You won't get your phone back for five days. I'm sorry. Nice pics by the way, gave me a good laugh.

Five days without my phone! She said she'd be gone for the weekend at first, then changed that to five days. Great, how can I survive five days without my phone?

I sigh and reply, That's fine. I guess you'll just have to keep texting me then. Nice music on your phone, my favourite song. You didn't appear like a Blake Shelton kind of girl.

After pressing send, I lean back on my chair and reboot my computer. It always does this, I start it up and then it doesn't connect to the internet so I have to restart the damn thing. It works the second or third time, but it's still annoying and I don't know why it does that. Maybe I should have someone come in and get it fixed for me before I break the thing.

A knock comes on my office door. "Come in," I shout. I'm certainly not a formal person.

Mike walks in. "Edward," He nods curtly.

"Mike, look I'm sorry for what happened out there. I never knew she was-"

"I know. I know you didn't. It's not like I expected you to know her." He says and sits on the lonesome chair in the corner of my cramped office. He crosses his legs on top of each other and places his hands on top of them. "And I'm sorry for overreacting like that. As you can tell it's been very hard on me. I had deep feeling for her."

The word had strikes me. Is he over her?

He doesn't act like it.

And overreacting? Yeah, he should be sorry.

"But I'd also like to say this: if you ever, ever get near her, I will fire you."

"That's against human rights!" I nearly yell. Once again, I'm defensive when it comes to this girl. "That's not right at all, Mike and you know it."

"Fine. But your balls will be on a platter. Trust me. Get close to her and all I see is darkness in your future." And with that, he gets up and leaves.

I swallow.

Ouch.

...

I search through her photos and knowing that she has searched through all of mine makes it seem more okay to look through hers, ya know? She admitted openly to looking through my photos. Once I open the first picture, another text comes my way.

Looks can be deceiving. Especially after a moment's encounter. You didn't seem like a Blake Shelton kind of guy, I must say. And what's your name, mystery man?

I chuckle at the text message. I suppose I don't look like a Blake Shelton kind of guy. No, I don't like Blake Shelton for starters, I have messy bronze hair, am six foot two, 26, green eyes, business man and can't even pronounce yeehaw without sounding like some English imposter.

Edward Cullen's the name, I don't really have any game. Lol.

I press send and instantly regret it. I probably sound like some lunatic or some... I don't know. Crazy guy. Stupid. I smack my forehead.

I don't have game though. I mean I'm certain the only girl interested in me is Tanya and she's interested in every guy with a you-know-what. She went after Mike! Yes, she did that to help her keep her job - she does poorly as organizing - but she still slept with him. Who knows what all went down. I certainly don't like to think about it. Not at all.

Get this image out of my head.

Gone.

Phew.

The phone goes off in my hand again.

Well Edward Cullen. I'm Bella Swan. I don't believe we've met before. Tell me some about you. First off, do you have unlimited texting, because I'm terribly sorry if not.

So she's compassionate.

Or humorous.

I'll stick with both.

Smiling, I reply.

Unlimited, yes. But I text to a limited amount of people (aka my mum and boss). I have a couple friends, but we just meet at the bars. We text sometimes. Anyways, about me? Not much to say. You know what I look like. I am an editor for Sports Illustrated and I hate my boss. Opps, didn't say that. I haven't dated since university which was three years ago. I have a dog named Mal at my Ma's right now. He'll be home soon. He's a German Shepard. I swear he gets me, ya know? I love English and I read more than I talk. Tell me about yourself.

I don't think I've ever typed a message that long before. I picture this brunette beauty named Bella. Small, slim and beyond beautiful. Hilarious and I know this just from her phone. She's compassionate. Now I just have to know her likes and dislikes, which I should know soon.

I find I'm curious to know this girl, and I don't know why.

Who knows what will happen, I just hope it's not my castration from Mike.