AN: Well I didn't get any responses, but I decided to write anyways. But I really don't want to go on unless you guys say so.

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Chapter 3 Arrogant Jerk!

BPOV

…and then I saw him. Oh boy, is he something to look at. Gorgeous bronze hair styled all messy like he just got out of bed, wearing this fantastic button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and let me tell you, that gets me everytime. But he's wear these dark wash jeans and converse. Well he's got style, but what's so good about style when you're absolutely oblivious to the world around you.

"Well maybe you should watch what you're doing there Princess! If you hadn't been dancing around then you wouldn't have run into me. And just so you know, our driveways are connected so technically I didn't knock you down in your driveway, especially since you were prancing around on my half of the driveway." Oh, he does not know who he's messing with.

"PRINCESS? Really? Well I think it's only fair that if you're gonna call me Princess, then I should call you Jerk, or maybe DB. And I think we both know what that stands for. Oh and by the way Mr. Fast-Paced, its called manners, you know I was born and raised in the south so maybe while we're living here, I might be able to spread some southern hospitality you're way."

"Well listen to that accent. You know, I thought you might have told me to 'kiss your grits'. That is what y'all say down south, correct." Ok this guy is just a loser.

"For your information DB, we do say kiss my grits, but if you're gonna say, say it right. And you can't fake twang, so don't try. I've got a feelin that this whole neighbor situation isn't going to work out. But I think if you stay on your side of the driveway, then maybe I can do my best to ignore your arrogant head."

"Whatever Princess. By the way, my mother would like to invite your family over for dinner tonight." Like I'll be going over there.

"Actually we already have plans for the night. You see, we'll be joining our long-time friends, the Hale's for dinner tonight. And I'd really rather not spend extra time with you."

"Oh, you mean Roger and Leanne Hale, who have a set of twins, Jasper and Rosalie? Yeah, that would be my friends, and they're coming as well. We've already planned this dinner and you'll be spending plenty of time with me, Sweetheart. So get used to the idea. Oh and my twin, Alice, can't wait to meet you."

Oh sweet Jesus, I think he has officially made it his mission to make me madder than a wet hen. And if that's the case, he succeeds with flying colors. Well I'm just gonna grab my blanket and bag and head on up to my balcony room, which my word, just so happens to face his house and there's another balcony room directly across from me. Why does the world hate me? Please don't let that be his room.

Ya know what? I'm just not gonna worry about it. I'm going to put up my curtains and inspect the house. Yeah, that'll work. Now where did I put that box of trimmings? "Mom! Do you know where I put my curtains and other stuff for my room? Cause I can't find anything?"

"Sure honey, I found it. Listen a few of the neighbors are helping us move in, so I'll send it up."

"Thanks mom!" Now, I'm thinking we go for a blue, brown and crème color scheme. Okay so we bought crème floor-length curtains, and blue and brown paint. My bed trimmings are different shades of blue and brown, so I'm thinking alternating walls will be blue and brown. Yeah, that sounds pretty. Hmm, I'm gonna go sketch that. Didn't she say she was sending my boxes up? Where are these mysterious moving neighbors?

"Looking for me Princess?" Not that voice. Anybody but him. ANYBODY!

"Well mom did say she would be sending up my stuff with somebody, so if you have my boxes, then yes, I reckon I'm lookin for you." Good Lord, now he knows where I sleep. Why, why?

"Well so much for your option of ignoring me, because guess what Princess?"

"What DB?" Two can play that game.

"You see that balcony on my house? Well those double doors lead straight to my room. So it would seem as though we'll be seeing a lot of each other. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like hell. And how about you just drop my stuff down right there, and I'll take care of the rest. No need for your comp'ny Darlin'. Oh and if you happen to see my big brother Emmett on your way down, could you send him up?"

"Actually Sweetie, your mom asked me to help you with rearranging your furniture the way you wanted it. And your brother is busy with his own room, and entertaining Miss Rose. So it's just you and me, Sweet Pea." AGHHHH! Does my mother have to stick me with the worst person in the world? "So, where do you want your bed, Princess?"

And it went on like that for two hours! He'd ask me where I wanted my stuff and where ever I told him wasn't what he thought would look best, so he'd move it where he wanted it to be. I honestly tried to get along with the boy but he wouldn't have that. Finally momma must have realized that after that long, and neither of us had left the room that either somebody was dead, or there was a problem.

"Isabella, darling, are you alright? I mean it's been two hours and we haven't heard a thing but moving furniture. Don't forget we're going to the neighbors for dinner at 6, and it's 5 now. Isabella, did you hear me?" Well mom, if you were really worried that something was wrong, why didn't you open the door?

What do I say to her? Well mom, I've killed the neighbors son, because he drove me to the brink of insanity? Obviously not. "Yes mom, we're fine, just having a problem arranging everything the right way."

"Well sweetie, if you're gonna take a shower before dinner, I suggest going now. You don't want to smell like travel." What does 'travel' even smell like?

"Sure mom, I'll go do that now." Step step step and she's down the stairs.

"So Isabella, huh? Should I call you Princess Isabella or what?"

"Listen DB, you can call me whatever you so desire because I don't plan on listening to half of what you say. Now if you don't mind, could you please leave?"

"Now, now, Isabella, don't get angry. And by the way, my name is Edward, Edward Cullen. And I'd be happy to leave so you can shower, but I'll see you at my house in an hour."

"Whatever DB, I reckon I'll see ya later. If you don't by some miracle disappear before then, making my life a lot easier." That last part was whispered.

Now I'm just glad I've got a bathroom attached. Makes getting ready a lot easier. Time to put up those curtains, cause there's no way he's getting a peak at me.

Let me just grab my strawberry shampoo and conditioner and I'll be ready for a nice relaxing shower.