CHAPTER FOUR

BPOV

As I was walking towards Edward, I noticed from the corner of my eye a strawberry blonde head of hair, without looking I knew who it was, Tanya. I didn't want to deal with her whining about what I said in Calculus just yet, so I quickened my pace, and let a curtain of my hair fall from my shoulder and cover my face so she hopefully wouldn't spot me walking down the crowded halls. Knowing her she probably wouldn't see me anyways, but I didn't want to risk it for the sake of my brain cells.

I kept walking towards Edward, and by this time, Edward's wanker friend Tyler, spotted me and 'discretely' nudged Edward with his elbow. Edward reluctantly looked away from the cheerleaders, a look of pure annoyance on his features. He looked up at Tyler and frowned, questioning with his eyes. Tyler cocked his head in my direction and Edward's eyes searched the crowded hall way, trying to find what Tyler was referring to. His piercing emerald green eyes landed on me. He narrowed his eyes and then rolled them. I returned the gesture just as strongly before stopping, standing directly in front of him and his friends.

I waited for him to talk, not willing to talk to him until he made the effort to start a conversation. All his friends were silent, listening carefully to see what this was about.

Edward didn't seem to be making any effort to talk to me, like always, so I sighed. Rolling my eyes at his friends, I asked, "can I talk to you in private please?" I narrowed my eyes at Tyler, who thought he was being subtle with the faces he was making at me in the corner of my eye. His eyes widened at being caught and avoided my stare. I looked back at Edward, waiting for his reply.

"No," He spat. "I really don't. I don't need your shit right now, if you want to say something to me, say it now so I can get on with my life." Glaring at me fiercely, he smirked. I looked back, unaffected by his seemingly powerful glare. I wasn't at all surprised with his immediate defensiveness, he always acted as if I was the one that was attacking him.

At one point in time I would have gotten nervous at the sight of him. But now, the sight of him annoys me beyond measure. I used to feel something that I thought was love. But now, I don't feel anything, just, nothing. I didn't know why though, I wished for that feeling. I tried so hard to make it seem like there was feelings in this relationship, but there honestly wasn't, not from me, and I can sure as hell guarantee that there was none coming from him either.

Out of the two whole years we've been a couple, I've never said 'I love you'. I thought that I was just waiting for him to do it, you know, the 'stereotypical guy has to make the first move' bullshit. But I guess I always knew deep down that I wasn't waiting for him to make the first move, I just didn't feel anything for him. At all. If I did, I probably would have said it by now.

If I had to list something I have actually gained from this relationship, it would have to be confidence. I have a new-found confidence in myself that allows me to defend myself. I guess being constantly intimidated for two years will do that to you. I was always intimidated by his looks, his piercing emerald-green eyes, his chiseled jaw, and high cheekbones. Now, I can honestly say that I'm not. I used to be intimidated by his presence, standing near him. Now, not so much. I used to be intimidated when he talked to me, worried that when I replied I would embarrass myself.

Thanks to the newly gained confidence I have from dating this idiot in front of me, I had no trouble with what was about to happen.

"Edward, I don't understand. Why are you like this?" I asked him, curious. He looked at me questioningly.

"Like what?"

"Like you hate the entire world. Not one person is worthy enough for you to be nice to, not even me. We've been together for two years, Edward. And all you've seemed to achieve is making me feel like crap." I said, trying to reason with him with my eyes.

He stared back, seemingly unaffected. "Making you feel like crap, huh Bella? I've never done anything to you to make you feel like shit." He said.

I almost laughed in his face. Is this guy for real?

I laughed sarcastically, "Fine Edward, whatever helps you sleep at night. If you're going to be like that, then I don't care if I do this in front of your friends," I began.

He looked confused, until I started talking again.

"But I came to say this; I can't believe it's taken me two entire years to realise how much of a fucking idiot you are, and how much you disrespect not only myself, but those around you. You disrespect your parents, your friends, your damn twin sister, for God's sake. You have absolutely no consideration for anyone's feelings other than your own, throwing out insults everywhere just because you feel like it," I started, my voice getting more and more confident.

Edwards glare subsided and his eyes were now wide, his head turning from side to side to see who has been able to hear what I'm saying to him, by this time around the entire hallway can hear and have gathered around us to see what was going on.

I continued on, unfazed. "In fact, Edward, you are such a selfish prick that you made me stand out in the rain for three whole hours, yesterday afternoon, while you were out god knows where doing god knows what. Or shall I say, who. Yeah, that's another thing I've realised. I'm going to just go out on a limb here and assume that you've probably had a turn of most of the girls on the cheerleading team." I said to him. Cocking my head over to the cheerleading team. Some of the girls acted offended, others simply blushed, embarrassed. That there, proved my point.

I looked at Edward, and the glare was back tenfold, but I could tell that he was intimidated. For the first time in his entire pathetic life so far, he was being intimidated instead of the other way round, and that strangely made me happy.

"I am so disappointed that I wasted two years of my life trying to compensate for your horrible attitude," I continued. "Anyone here would have more heart in one ass cheek than you would in your entire pathetic body." I spat the last sentence out.

Edward merely looked speechless.

"I am so disappointed that even though we live in the 21st century, there are still people like you that are obsessed with the idea to be the centre of attention and retain some sort of social value within a high-school." I started, my tone scrutinising.

"A high-school, Edward. It's not even going to mean anything in 5 years' time when everyone looks back and pities the boy who cared too much about being popular than gaining lifelong friends." I finished. Looking him in the eye.

I looked away from him, like he was going to respond to me anyway. "So," I said, now facing the massive crowd that had gathered in the hallway. Majority were smiling, I think I could even see some teachers smiling. Apart from, of course, the entire cheerleading squad, who had scowls on their faces, all their eyes on me.

Everyone's attention was varying from the cheerleaders, Edward and I, and the teachers, to see if they were going to do anything. When no teachers came forward to stop the commotion, I carried on. "So, in saying all of that, if anyone wants to date this wanker, go right ahead, because as from about…" I looked at my watch to check the time. "5 minutes ago, Edward is 100% available." I said, looking back up and addressing the crowd.

I turned to Edward and took in the emotions on his face one last time. His eyebrows were furrowed, showing that he was frustrated, his eyes were glaring and shining fiercely, showing he was completely furious, his lips were pursed. He really had no idea how to reply to anything I've said. Before I turned away, I noticed the red tinting on his ears, Oh my god, he's blushing. I laughed to myself. THE Edward Cullen, was embarrassed. I'm glad that he has finally had a taste of his own medicine, and I don't doubt it tastes horrible.

I looked around, and there I saw not even 20 metres away, was a group of seniors staring intently in my direction. News must have travelled fast and they must have walked down all the way from the senior wing of the school.

In that group of seniors, one person stood out to me, Jasper. His blue eyes sparkling, staring straight into my brown ones. His eyes looked happy, almost as if he was relieved. I was too. In fact, I felt free, exhilarated.

Jasper smiled a genuine smile, and mouthed four words to me that made my heart swell. I'm proud of you. I nodded, acknowledging that I understood what he was saying before breaking our eye contact.

I smiled, taking a deep breath and turned, calling over my shoulder, "see you Edward, you won't be hearing from me again". I started walking down the hall to my next class.

What I definitely wasn't expecting though, was the massive uproar or applause and cheering that echoed down the hall after me.

END OF CHAPTER FOUR