Not mine. :(

My mother booked the wedding for June eighteenth, officially four months and three days away. So Esme, my mother, Alice, and I had all gone out to look at bridesmaid dresses. Alice, needless to say, was going to be my Maid of Honor, so she was allowed to pick her own dress. Except, according to my mom, it had to be a shade of purple. I was fine with purple. In fact, I was glad my mother let me choose at least one color for my own wedding. The dress Alice picked out was closer to pink than purple, but it looked incredible on her and my mother approved.

We found four more dresses in the same color for my friends Angela, Renesmee, and Charlotte, and one for Edward's good lady friend, Tanya. I remembered Tanya from high school – blonde, perfect, cheerleader. Oh and she dated Edward for a while. So when she found out Edward and I were getting hitched, she wasn't pleased and she hated me by association. Not a fair game, if you ask me.

My mother chose off-white gowns while I wanted pure white. Esme requested one with ruffles and bows, but I politely rejected each one.

"Ooh! Bella, how about this one?" Alice called from behind a rack. I turned around to see the most gorgeous wedding dress ever.

"That's the one," I said without hesitation, my eyes running over the dress lustfully. She handed it to me and I took it into the dressing room, tossing the previous one over the door. When I came out, Alice and Esme gasped. My mother didn't look pleased with it and I caught her numerous times looking back at one of the ugly dresses I tried on. "This is perfect."

"I don't like it," my mother tutted. "Take it off. I'm not buying it." I stared at my mother.

"This is my wedding, mother," I seethed, feeling irate that my mother would pull this shit. "And I think I should wear the dress I want to." She shrugged.

"Wear whatever you want, but I'm not paying for it." Sighing, I gave up and took it off, putting it back on the hanger and into the plastic case. I glared viciously at my mother as I passed her and left the dress store, ready to give up on wedding preparations for today.

Alice and I hung out at my new abode – Edward had gone out with a few friends and wouldn't return until later in the evening. I laughed as Alice grimaced at the Victorian house.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Want to see the house I wanted?"

So Alice and I drove out to see the farmhouse I originally wanted to buy. However, we weren't the only people there. Ass-ward himself was staring up at the house. Grumbling under my breath, I got out of my car.

"What's he doing here?" Alice whispered as we walked towards Edward and the house. I shrugged and Edward turned around, surprised to see me here.

"Bella. What are you doing here?" he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows together. I nodded towards the house.

"I wanted to show Alice. But we've seen it now so I think we'll get going." Alice and I turned away from him and drove back to the ugly house. Why was Edward there in the first place? And I thought he was out with his friends? I scoffed. We weren't even married yet and already he was lying to me.

Alice went home around eight and Edward came home at nine thirty. I was just getting out of the shower when he walked by, doing a double-take at the fact that I was clad in only a towel. I rolled my eyes and pulled the Q-tip from my ear.

"Take a fucking picture," I growled, stomping to my bedroom and slamming the door harder than necessary. I changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a camisole and sat on my bed, contemplating how my life had been going so well and suddenly it turned to shit. I mean, sure, I still had Alice and my other friends, but the fact that I was getting married to guy I loathed with my entire being outweighed any positive thing in my life.

I frowned. I wonder how my parents would react to my refusal to mother Edward's child? Shaking my head, I knew they wouldn't be happy. We'll adopt, but there was no way I was letting Edward's Little Edward anywhere near my nether regions. And if he thought I would comply with our parents' wishes for grandchildren, he could forget it.

I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to find sleep. As I lay there, I stared up at the ceiling. From the room down the hall, I could barely hear the strumming of a guitar and a voice followed it soon after. I sat up in bed, listening intently. I recognized the song as 'Our Sick Story (Thus Far)' by Atreyu. I wasn't big on the band, but there were a couple songs I could bear to listen to. I couldn't help but realize how comparable the title was to Edward's and my lives. Suddenly I frowned.

I hadn't always hated Edward. In fact, when we were first introduced at thirteen, we got a long kind of well, taking a shared interest in skateboarding. But when Edward fell off his board and I started laughing at him, he attacked me, pulling my hair, and I punched him in the mouth and knocked his front teeth out. That was what started it all. And really, Edward didn't fall off accidentally. We were playing S.K.A.T.E. and he was winning. I was pretty competitive at that age and I couldn't stand the thought of losing, especially to Edward. So I tossed a pebble when he was busy concentrating on his trick in front of his board's wheel and he went ass-over-head into the pavement.

Even though she hates him just as much as I do, Alice never stopped making me feel guilty about making him fall. She blamed me for the reason we hated each other, and she was kind of right, but I held no remorse for Edward. He was a dick to me from then on, but whenever I used this as an excuse, Alice always overturned it with, "Well he wouldn't be such a dick to you if you hadn't laughed at him when you were thirteen."

Damn her for being skillful in the art of showing people up.