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AN: Here's chapter 3. I really, really, really hope you guys like it!


The next morning I woke to the ringing of my cell phone. I glanced at the clock. 7:30AM. Who in the world would be calling at this time?

I answered without even checking the collar ID.

"Hello?" I said, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Hey Bella." Said a sexy voice. Edward.

I groaned.

"Is there a particular reason that you're calling me this early, Edward?" I muttered angrily. Even though I was acting like I was mad, I was really smiling on the inside.

I can't believe he actually called I thought.

"Well..." He said, trailing off.

"Yes?" I asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out to coffee?" He said. I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

My heart soared.

"Uh.. yeah sure!" I said, a bit too excitedly.

I quickly covered it up..

"I mean, uh, sure whatever." I said, acting nonchalant.

He chuckled.

"Okay, should I pick you up or..."

"No that's alright, I'll meet you there. Where did you want to go?" I asked him.

"Um, Starbucks?" He said, making it sound like a question.

"Sounds good. I'll be about an hour. Is that okay?" I asked.

"Sure, see you there Bella."

"Bye Edward."

Right after he hung up, I did a very girlish thing. I squealed.

What is this boy doing to me?

I took a shower then got dressed casually. Jeans and a sweatshirt. I didn't wear too much makeup.

After I was done getting ready, I drove to Starbucks, and there he was. Edward Masen. Gorgeous as always. He was dressed in a green polo shirt and dark washed jeans.

He stood up when I got there.

"Hi." I said.

"Hey Bella, how are you?" He asked me, smiling brightly.

"I'm pretty good. You?"

We hugged, then sat back down.

"Great now that you're here." He replied.

I rolled my eyes.

"What, you don't like the Masen charm?" He asked, jokingly.

I laughed.

"I just love it!" I said sarcastically. I really did love it. I just loved teasing him more.

We got up and ordered our coffees.

While our coffees were brewing, we made small chat.

"So tell me something about yourself, Edward." I said.

"I play piano." He stated simply.

"You do?!" I said excitedly.

Can this guy be any more great?

"Yeah, I sometimes write my own stuff." He said.

I was intrigued.

"Wow." I said, shocked.

"Can I hear something sometime?" I continued.

"Uh, I guess. I don't really play for many people.." He said, embarrassed.

"Well, I'm sure you're great." I said reassuringly.

He smiled.

"So tell me something about yourself, Bella." He said, using my own words.

I was trying to think of something interesting about myself.

"I sing." I stated. It was true. I loved singing karaoke with Alice and Rose.

"Really?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yep." I smirked.

"You'll have to sing for me sometime." He said, smiling.

"Maybe..." I said, nervously. I was pretty nervous about him hearing me sing. Everybody I know said I was good.

Our conversation continued on. He asked me questions such as favorite movie, what music I like, favorite hobbies... The one thing I did notice is that he didn't really talk about himself much. We had been sitting there for about an hour, and I decided to bring up a question I had for him.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" I asked.

He frowned. He seemed hesitant to tell me.

"Yes." He said. My world came crashing down. He had a girlfriend. Of course he had a girlfriend. It was stupid of me to think that he didn't.

"But I am going to break up with her." He said.

Oh.

"Oh." I said. Poor girl.

"It's not really working out." He said.

"How long have you been dating?" I asked him.

"Two weeks." He said. Wow. Maybe he really wasn't relationship material.

"So, are you a virgin?" He asked, rather blunt. He was probably trying to change the subject. Wonder why?

I blushed like hell.

He smirked.

He thought he'd won.

"Nope." I said, popping the 'p'.

He seemed surprised.

Before he could say anything else, I asked, "Are You?"

"No." He said.

"How many girls have you slept with?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. Time to see if he really was a player...

"Two." He stated.

"Wow." I said. He glared.

"Surprised?" He asked.

"Sorry.. You just seem like-"

He cut me off. "A player?"

"Yes." I said quietly.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and seemed sad.

"I'm sorry, I just assumed..." I said, trailing off. I didn't really know what to say. I didn't want to sound like a judgmental bitch.

That sadness soon turned into anger.

"You assumed wrong." He snapped.

"I'm sorry Edw-"

"You should be." He got up from the table and left. Wow, defensive much?

I decided not to go after him. He's probably way faster than me anyways.

I was still sitting at the table. I started to think.

So Edward really wasn't a player. He's only slept with two girls. If he was a player, wouldn't he have slept with more girls? I can't believe I judged him so quickly. I feel like an idiot.

Over the next few days, I tried calling him.

He wouldn't answer.

I decided to go to the club, hoping maybe Emmett would be there.

Luck was on my side.

I ran up to the entrance.

"Emmett!" I yelled.

"Hey Bella, how are you?" He asked.

"Eh, I'm okay." I lied.

He didn't seem to buy it.

"Listen, I need to talk to Edward. Do you know where his house is?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He told me Edward's address and I put it in my cell.

"Thanks Emmett!" I said, and hugged him.

I got in my car and started driving to Edward's apartment.

I don't really even know why I'm doing this. I thought.

I've only known him for a week.

For some reason I had to go to his apartment. I had to see him. I had to hear his voice. I had to apologize again.

I pulled up to his apartment. Wow. Can you say nice.

I went up to the apartment Emmett said was his and knocked.

He opened the door and looked surprised to see me.

Well, it's now or never...

"I'm sorry," We said in unison.

"You're sorry?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. Most people label me 'player' before they even know me, and it just really gets to me, ya know?" He said, sounding really sad.

I hated seeing him sad.

"No Edward, I really shouldn't have judged you like that. It was totally wrong of me." I said, apologetic.

"Truce?" He asked, holding his hand out.

"Okay," I said, shaking his hand.

For the next few days, me and Edward really got to know each other. We learned about each other's parents. His parents were Carlisle and Esme. His father was a doctor, and his mother was an interior decorator. He told me that he's known Emmett and Jasper since he was 15. I told him about my mother Renee, and her husband Phil. I told him about my father Charlie, and how he's the police chief of Forks, so I couldn't really get into trouble when I was in high school without my father finding out. I told him about Rose and Alice, how I've known them for 6 years. I told him about how we all met freshman year of high school. We talked about our high school memories. The only thing we didn't talk about were past relationships. I didn't tell him about Jacob, and I didn't ask him if he's ever had a long term relationship.

I felt like I was actually getting to know the real Edward. Not the smug, cocky, arrogant Edward. The real Edward. And it was a nice feeling.

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