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Yeah, Alice was a bitch; but let's hope Bella will understand it a little better!

Chapter 3

'What do you want, Jasper?' I asked, tired and just tired.

Jasper looked down at his feet. I couldn't even make myself feel sorry for him at the moment. It was still bright and early for me to wake up; but Jasper had been insistent as he rang my doorbell hundred times. So with a grudging face, I had wrapped myself in my robe and padded downstairs to open the damn door. My hair was still a tangled mess.

I sighed impatiently.

'Can I come inside?' he asked quietly.

I hesitated but stepped aside to let him in. Just before shutting the door, I caught a glimpse of Edward carrying something big and wooden onto his terrace attached to the bedroom upstairs.

I frowned and made my way to Jasper, who was hunched over my couch.

I made no move to sit down. He realized it when he looked up at me.

'I talked with Alice,'

The ceiling was quite interesting… hmm… I never thanked the designer properly.

'She was wrong, I know,' he sighed.

My lip suddenly itched to be bitten and the flower vase on the side table to my right was beautiful. Mom had sent me that.

'Will you look at me?' He asked with a little plea in his voice.

I looked at him. 'And what?' I asked, deadpanned. 'Hear you saying that Alice was wrong, "But Bella, she's my wife. I love her and I don't know what to do"?'

He looked taken aback at that.

'Look Jasper,' I said firmly, 'I trusted her and considered her a friend of mine. She asked me what was wrong and when I confided, she was all "People have seen more than some high school cafeteria humiliation, Bella".'

He was suddenly on his feet. 'You considered her a friend? Are you sure?'

My eyebrows scrunched together in confusion and annoyance at his reaction. So I stayed quiet.

His hand went through his hair, and he pulled a little at the roots. He looked here and there, eyes darting around, not meeting mine, all frustrated and angry.

'What is it? Tell me,' I commanded. I wanted to know why the fuck he was saying that.

He looked at me finally. 'It's been three years, Bella. All you have done is drown in your own misery and not living. At all. I have seen you; we have seen you. You never mix up, you never do anything. Just stay in this house feeling sorry for yourself all the time. And God knows over what. Alice considered you a friend, Bella. You never confided in, you never shared anything except for your work and friends. How can you claim to be her friend when you have done nothing of sort to prove it? Over the past three years, she's been gone through hell and came back; and where were you? Feeling sorry for yourself again?' He spat the last few words.

My jaw had dropped down sometime during his rant and I didn't care closing it.

Jasper didn't wait around to say goodbye. He went to the door, pulled it open and stopped short.

'What she said was wrong, Bella. But it was true. I'm not saying you deserved it or anything, I would have never said that to you. Alice never knew what to say to you as you never were around being the supposed friend.'

With that, he shut the door on me.

And I just stood there.

Was he right? Was I like that?

Yes, I was.

Suddenly, in the silence of my house, I snorted. Then I giggled. I kept giggling and giggling and I didn't know why. There was a mirror opposite me and I looked at myself and I giggled some more. Soon, I was laughing out loud.

I kept laughing and laughing and laughing and looking at myself in the mirror.

I didn't know when or how, but the laughter had turned into sobs.

Jasper's words had struck a nerve, truth to be told. So, making a brave face I grabbed my coat and went out late afternoon to have some fun.

Just as I was turning around the corner, my eyes on my feet, eyebrows furrowed in thought, I stumbled into someone. I looked up to say sorry but couldn't.

'Sorry, I didn't see,' he said instead. Sunlight in his hair, green eyes sparkling, a nervous smile on his lips…

I was back in that cafeteria when he had tapped on my shoulder and said 'hi' and I was so shocked I couldn't say anything.

So I didn't say anything.

He frowned and asked curiously, 'Where are you going?'

'To have fun,' I blurted out.

He raised his eyebrow expectantly.

'And where are you going to have fun?'

'It's none of your business,' I snapped at him.

His face fell for a second. But immediately, there was a tight smile on his lips.

'See you around,' he said and brushed past me.

What did he mean by "see you around"? I didn't want to see him around. Or anywhere else for that matter.

I was still standing there when I felt him walk by me again.

I eyed his retreating back suspiciously, but started walking myself.

The thing was I didn't know where I was going, so I just sort of followed him without him knowing.

The whole time I kept cursing at his back. Cursing him for making me feel follow him, cursing for making me wonder what he was carrying that wooden thing earlier, cursing him for making me feel being in that damn cafeteria all over again – and cursing him for making me smile when he stopped to greet some old lady and twirled her around playfully, and making her laugh softly.

The old lady passed by, beaming, and I followed my gaze discreetly. The bad that happened was when I turned around again to continue my following-Edward-activity, he was staring at me.

My face reddened. I looked everywhere around, trying to avoid his gaze.

'Bella?'

I shuffled my foot like a nervous five-year old.

'Bella?' he called a little louder and I had to look up.

'What?' I fired up at once.

His face went impassive as he coldly raised one eyebrow at me.

'What, can't I go the same way as you?' I snapped. I hoped my face looked annoyed-red rather than the real embarrassed-red.

He shrugged casually and bowed his head a little for me to go ahead of him. I gulped softly and started walking. When I passed by him, I stole a glance at his eyes. They were unreadable.

By the time I was completely ahead of him, I felt him following me. I glanced over my shoulder.

Yep, he was following me.

Five blocks down and I couldn't take more of my sweaty palms and thundering heart. I whirled around.

'What?' he asked; stopping when I stopped.

I raised an eyebrow at him coldly.

He mocked, 'What, can't I go the same way as you?'

I huffed in anger and just stood there, without moving a muscle, glaring at him. He did the same – except his eyes weren't glaring, they were the usual unreadable.

'Why were you following me?' He finally broke the silence.

I considered saying something sarcastic back, and the answer was on the tip of my tongue, but instead I sighed tiredly.

'I didn't know where to go,' I mumbled.

His eyes scrutinized me for a long time. I had started getting seriously uncomfortable when he finally said, 'I have something in my mind,'

'Why would I go with you?'

'How about – you don't know where to go?'

'So? I will figure something out,'

'By following me around?'

'I wasn't,'

'Yes, you were,'

'How do you even know that?'

A short pause. 'I wanted you to follow me,'

My hands which were crossed across my chest in defensive way, dropped down. 'What?'

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