Disclaimer: I own nothing.

When I'm called to Mr. Cullen's office later, I realize I don't really give a fuck. I could care less if they fire me or not and I'm not sure why I feel this way.

I had nothing to worry about though.

When I explain the whole situation to him, he gets it. He gives me the rest of the day and the rest of the week off just to get my shit straight. It's Thursday so technically I'm only missing two days.

When I go grab my stuff from my office I don't get a chance to talk to Bella because she's in a meeting.

After I knocked the fuck out of James, I rushed out of the office and straight to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror grinning like some fucking psychotic murderer.

It was fucking fantastic feeling my fist collide with James' jaw. I might regret it tomorrow morning when my hand hurts like a son of a bitch, but right now I'm riding on the high of knocking out the bastard who fucked my girlfriend.

I planned to go talk to Bella as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, but the minute I stepped outside Esme told me that Mr. Cullen wanted to see me.

Now I'm forced to wait until Bella gets up with me. Usually we don't talk on the weekends because she goes back home and sees her dad. Victoria and I are usually busy doing something she has planned.

For all I fucking know, I scared the shit out of her and she never wants to talk to me again. She had no fucking idea why I knocked the fuck out of James.

The last thing she knew was that James and I were best friends. Then she saw me punch him. She was probably confused as fuck.

Hell, I know exactly what's going on and I'm still confused.