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BPOV

What an insensitive asshole! He has no fucking right to even think that about me! He doesn't know shit about me! How dare he… UGH!

I was so pissed off I couldn't even form a coherent thought in my own mind. Who did he think he was trying to judge my life like that? He didn't even know the half of it. First he tried to treat me like one of his skank hooker fuck buddies by trying to get me into bed but then he had the nerve to say that my parents disowned me! The thing that bugged me was how close to the truth he really came.

I let out a frustrated scream as I grabbed my acoustic and threw myself onto my worn out bed. I pulled out my composition and lyric notebooks and positioned them in front of me. I flipped them both open to my latest song. I have the composition down perfectly, every note and chord is absolutely flawless. But the lyrics are a different story. Finding the right words to convey this message would undoubtedly be the hardest of any other song. But that's only because it's about him. I don't mean to be all melodramatic by saying him like that but when I don't think his name it helps me with the banishment of nightmares and it keeps the tears at bay, for now.

I picked up where I was rudely interrupted by the douche bag, I started my playing softly to start off the second verse,

"Na na
Na na na na na

I didn't get around to kiss you
Goodbye on the hand
I wish that I could see you again
I know that I can't oh
I hope you can hear me
Cause I remember it clearly"

I stopped playing once I realized that I couldn't see my notes or lyrics because of the tears that were clouding my eyes.

It was all my fault everything was my fault. The pain started in my heart breaking it over again into what felt like a thousand pieces. It radiated through my veins into my entire being. My body shook violently with sobs.

I started chanting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Again and again, I couldn't stop myself. I was trying my hardest to get over this but I couldn't do it, I'd always be fucked up, no one could do anything about it. My only outlet for my memories and feelings was my music and it can only do so much to heal my wound.

I collected myself and went into my tiny bathroom. I took a good look in the mirror. My eyes were predictably red, puffy, and swollen. Mascara and eyeliner were running down my cheeks in thick black streams. My hair was a rat's nest and the colors in it were fading, I need to make a hair appointment soon. I ran my fingers through it and turn on the shower, turning the water up as hot as it would go.

I took off my sports bra and shorts off. Shit, no wonder Edward wanted me in bed, I look like a slut.

When I got into the shower I could've sworn I heard my apartment door open. Isabella, you have truly lost it. I made the shower as quick as possible, I washed my hair and conditioned it. I skipped shaving my legs and just tried to let myself forget about everything that's happened.

I guess in a way that the accident was a good thing. Because if it never happened I wouldn't be here in New York living out my dreams, I would be back in that godforsaken hellhole of a home.

I finally was stable enough and my mind was clear enough to be able to come out of my excessively hot bathroom. I wrapped a towel around my body and tried to shake the moisture out of my hair, but I gave up and just let it cascade down my back, it was getting too long that I couldn't do anything with it.

I opened the cabinet and pulled out my toothbrush, I squirted the rest of my Crest toothpaste onto it and started brushing away, humming my latest song as I did. I, unlike normal people, brush for three minutes, I can't stand having a dirty mouth. I even carry around a travel toothbrush and a mini tube of toothbrush in my purse. Having sweaters on my teeth along with buffalo breath is not the most satisfying thing for me so now I have this dental hygiene obsession. Hey, at least I have nice, fresh, breath. I spit out the foamy toothpaste in my mouth and rinsed a few times with my generic mouthwash that tasted like shit.

I walked out of my steamy bathroom and into my bedroom. I walked past my bed where Edward was casually laying and straight to my- whoa, hold up, Edward Cullen laying on me bed, what the fuck? Does he not know how to listen and leave me alone!? I stood in my closet for a second and let the anger roll off of me in waves.

He took one look at me, "Can I borrow your towel for a sec? My car just hit a water buffalo."

"You stole the line from Fletch." He looked surprised.

"You've seen Fletch?"

I ignored his brainless question, "What the fuck are you doing in my bed, Cullen?" I crossed my arms across my chest as he looked up and down my body over and over again.

"Ouch, someone's a little touchy." He snickered as he stared at my chest.

"Sorry, but I'm not gonna kiss your ass just like everyone else in this entire fucking world." He sat up on my bed into a sitting position.

He looked so sincere, "Bella, I just really want to apologize for what I said down there, I had no right to judge you."

"I would believe you but it's your job to lie." I felt my voice waiver. Dammit!

"I had no idea that you were an emancipated minor. I just-" Hold on just a damn minute.

"Who told you that!?" He stood up to face me, he but his hands on my shoulders and started to rub them, attempting to soothe me. I shook off his hands, ignoring the electric sensation they made on my skin.

"Emmett and Rosalie explained that you had a hard life and that you were emancipated, what happened?"

"It's none of your fucking business." I could tell he wasn't going to give up. "Edward I think it'd be best if you would leave."

"Fine, but I'm here if you want to talk. Or when you finally realize how bad you truly want me."

"Oh so I'll call you when hell freezes over? Goodbye Edward."

"Goodbye my Bella. I'll see you next Thursday." Oh dear God, fuck my life. He's so fucking infuriating!

After he finally put the staircase back up I let out another frustrated groan. And silently cursed Rose and Emmett for telling him about my situation. At least they didn't tell him the whole story, yeah, that would've sucked ass. I don't need someone else to join the Bella pity party.

I opened up my crappy cell phone. 3:04 AM September 12th. One more day. I got dressed in a comfy pair of sweats and a Madison High Football t-shirt that was four sizes too big for me. It proudly says 'Swan 33' on the back. I knew that some how I was going to pay emotionally for wearing this but I guess it's all worth it, right?

I turned on soft music in the background to help me fall into a peaceful sleep, and apparently it's not going to help tonight.

It's the same nightmare that haunts me whenever something happens to remind me of the harsh reality that I try so desperately hard to ignore, but it's inevitable, it really happened.

The nightmare goes through the accident again and again until I wake myself up.

"Brennan! No!" I sat up ramrod straight in my bed.

My body is covered in a cold sweat, my lungs are burning and my heart is pounding. I put my head between my legs and take deep, soothing breaths, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault. It's not my fault."

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts, he picked up on like sixth ring, "Bella? Babe are you okay?" All I could do was cry and pant like a dog, I am so pathetic, "Don't worry I'll be right there." I hung up my phone and looked at the time, 7:01 AM. Well at least it's not early or anything…

I got my feeble ass out of bed and went downstairs to unlock the bar's back door. The bar itself was fucking cold as hell, so I ran so that I could get it over and done with. Naturally I fell, hard, right on my face. My knee hit the corner of the stage. It hurt like a bitch. I limped to the door and flipped the lock.

On my way back upstairs I grabbed a pack of ice and left the staircase down so Jake could find it more easily. Walking up the stairs hurt worse than normal walking so it took me forever and a day to get back into bed.

I flipped on my bedside table lamp and held the ice pack on my knee. That's gonna leave a bruise the size of Russia. I let my head fall back and groaned when it hit the wooden headboard with a smack, today just isn't my day.

I heard some noise coming from downstairs along with a few cuss words floating around down there, he may not like to admit it but my clumsiness has rubbed off on Jake quite a bit over the past 17 years. Finally, he appeared wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and fuzzy batman slippers that I got for his birthday two years ago. Surprisingly enough he was wearing a shirt, a rare occurrence for him. "Well fucking hell! You actually know how to put a shirt on!"

"Hardy har har! I know how much my being half naked bothers you, so I decided to wear one, but don't get used to it little miss." He mussed my hair as he plopped himself down beside me on my bed. "So, nightmares again?" I sank down in the bed beside him and let out a deep, shaky breath.

"Yeah, well the same one as usual, the headlights, lots of blood, screaming, and BAM! I wake up yelling for him." I tried to play it off like it was no big deal. But, of course, he saw through me.

"Hell Bella, I thought you were getting over them, finally. What caused it this time?" I yawned loudly and snuggled up against my best friend's warm chest. I always used to tease him and call him my space heater since he was always abnormally warm.

"Uhm, Edward Cullen found me writing about it. He was just messing around with me and he asked if my parents disowned me. He didn't understand why I would be seventeen and working in a bar." I shook my head as Jake cursed Edward, I continued my story, "I guess when he said that it brought back all the memories and emotions and then the nightmare came back, I really thought I was getting over it."

He ran his hand along my spine soothingly, "It'll be okay Bellsie, I'm here. Let's get some sleep, I have to go into the studio early tomorrow."

"M'kay, night Jake, love you."

"Love you too Bells."

I stayed snuggled to his chest all night, well technically all morning. I didn't dream again, my sleep was dark, blank. Just the way I liked it. I like to think of Jacob of my own personal dream catcher.

When I woke up the next morning Jake was gone. I groaned as I looked at my clock, 11:04. Shit I was late!

I flipped my legs over the side of the bed and threw on a sweatshirt that was lying on the ground by my feet. I grabbed a pair of flip-flops and headed into my small kitchenette for a granola bar. I grabbed a chocolate chip one out of the cupboard and ran down the staircase and into the bar. I saw Emmett's burly frame behind the bar, "Guys! I am so sorry I didn't mean to oversleep and I-" I stopped instantly when I saw Edward Cullen leaning casually against the bar talking to Emmett, Alice was talking to Rosalie in the corner. "What the hell is he doing here?"

Emmett looked quickly between Edward and I. "Good mornin' Bellie, Edward here stopped by to talk to you."

"Oh well that's fantastic, too bad there's nothing left to say." I glared while Edward's expression changed from hopeful to pained. I eased up on my death stare as he looked at his feet nervously. Am I, Bella Swan, making thee Edward Cullen nervous!?

I kinda liked this power I had over him. He cleared his throat and walked over to me, "Bella, I really would like to apologize, can I take you out to lunch as a way of saying sorry?"

"No can do, I have shit to do." I lied, and it was obvious.

Emmett laughed as he towel dried a large mug, "Like what?"

I had to make up something and fast before I got called out on it, "I need to get my hair done, I finally made enough money on tips, and I need to go to Goodwill and buy some better stage clothes. Sorry Eddo."

"Never call me that again. Whatever, forget I even tried to apologize and do the right thing. I'm out of here, I'll talk to you later Emmett." He waved to Emmett, and then nodded curtly at me, "Isabella." I hate that fucking name.

He left in a hurry, slamming the bar's iron door on the way out. I plopped down on a wooden barstool and fiddled around with some toothpicks.

Emmett replaced some of his bottles of liquor with new ones and looked down at me, "Rough night there, Bells?"

"Ha, you could say that, but it's not on my 'top 5 things to talk about at the moment' list." He nodded understandingly, "I really do have to get my hair done and go shopping," All of a sudden I was hit with a very strong, very small force. "What the hell?"

"Hello Bella, remember me? Well just in case you don't, I'm Alice, Alice Cullen. Edward's sister, we met last night. You totally told off my brother and you kicked ass on stage! Anywho, I was wondering, since you have to go shopping and such, if I could go with you." I was speechless, all those words came flying at me at a deafening speed. Her eyes lit up, "Oh! I have the best idea." She paused and waited for me to say something, "Aren't you gonna ask me what it is!?"

"Uhm, what's your brilliant idea?" I shifted in my seat as Alice bounced up and down in her seat.

"I am a personal shopper and how about while you get your hair done, I can go shopping for you! I'll meet you at Pablo's Café at one o'clock, sound good? Great, bye Bella." She grabbed Rose on her way out while I sat there dumbfounded.

Emmett was chuckling at the scene, "Emmy bear, what the fuck just happened?"

"Well, it looks like you've got yourself your own personal shopper!"

"Well that's just fuckin fabulous, I don't even wanna know what that little girly pixie is going to get me." I let out a sigh, "Do you have my tips from last night, I don't have any money in my bank account."

"Until tomorrow you mean." I rolled my eyes as I held out my hand. "Here you are my lady, 278 dollars and," He dropped four dimes into the palm of my hand along with a nickel and two dull pennies. "47 cents!"

"Holy fuck! This is the most I've ever gotten from a single night. Thanks Em." I kissed him on the cheek and ran back to my apartment.

I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans and a hot pink t-shirt that said Joan Jett in bold black letters. I put on my pair of chucks and threw my hair into a ponytail.

On my way out I grabbed my leather messenger bag, my beat-up Walkman, a bag of homemade cookies, my acoustic guitar, worn out leather jacket, and my old Ray Bans and left in a rush. I put my tips into my wallet and started to walk towards Loretta's.

I only managed to hit three people with my oversized guitar case, causing them only minimal pain and myself receiving one middle finger and two 'watch the fuck out's and I only tripped twice, neither of them resulting in a face plant. That's a new record for me!

During the twenty or so minute walk to the salon I found myself thinking of what that little pixie and Rosalie could possibly be buying me. It will take me years to repay them! I groaned at the thought of having my closet being taken over by pieces of baby pink and sky blue frilly, girly, clothing that was just enough to make me toss my cookies. Hopefully Rose can inform Alice on my clothing preferences, red, leather, black, edgy, rocker-chick things are my forte. I don't do dresses or heels either. Fucking kill me now.

I took out my headphones from my messenger bag and plugged them into my Walkman. I turned on Run, Don't Walk by 'Hey Monday'. I popped in the tiny ear buds and placed the CD player back into the bag. I reached down and turned the volume up as loud as it possibly could go, my eardrums were pounding but the music made it blissfully impossible to think.

I dropped a few quarters in a saxophone player's case while I sat there and admired his playing. He was amazing, each note flowed perfectly through the instrument, his fingers moved flawlessly, his eyes were closed and he was swaying to the rhythm. He ended his tune and opened his eyes, he nodded to all of his fans and I watched as people through bills into his case. I saw a hundred dollar bill float down and land on top of all the other bills.

I felt a warm breath on my neck, and heard a velvety voice in my ear, "He was marvelous but he couldn't even compare to your performance." Edward fucking Cullen.

I just chose to be the bigger person and walk away, but I do admit that I thought about sticking my tongue out and accusing him of stalking me. I heard his footsteps behind me and I quickened my pace and replaced my ear buds, trying to block out the calls coming from him. What part of 'leave me the hell alone' doesn't he understand?

I finally reached my destination and attempted to slip in before he could see where I went. I shut the door with a slam and put my guitar down beside the front desk. I pulled out my ear buds and turned off the CD player just in time to be attacked. "Shawnee! How are you cutie pie?"

"I'm great, thank you. You look very nice today Miss Bella." She giggled as I sat her back down.

I ruffled her thick, curly hair. "How many times have I told you just call me Bella." She nodded her head and smiled at me as I pulled out the cookies that I made for her, "Chocolate chip and oatmeal, your favorite." I pulled one out of the bag and thanked me with her mouth full, "Where's your mom at?"

"In the back."

I thanked her and headed for the back room, I heard the bells above the door chime, signaling someone's entrance. I got to the staff room and opened the door. Loretta sat there shuffling through bottles of developer and dye. Loretta was the owner of the shop and Shawnee's mother. She was a heavy-set woman with coffee colored skin. Her hair was thick and always kept in tight curls, shining beautifully.

Ever since I came to New York she's been my hairdresser and mother figure. Always telling me to behave and encouraging me to reach for my dreams and to never give up. She doesn't know the reason why I'm here but she does know that I've lived a pretty fucked up life and that New York was my place to escape to. She never pressured me into telling either, which is a blessing in it's own.

She was reaching for a tube of bleach on the top shelf, "Here let me get it Lo." I stood on my tiptoes and stretch my entire body out so that my fingers barely grazed the bottom of the bottle. I inched up some more, even though it was near impossible for my 5'6 frame and reached the bottle sending it tumbling down into Loretta's arms. I did a victory dance as Loretta pulled me into a hug. "Isabella Marie! Where on Earth have you been!? I haven't seen you in months!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I've been busy, I have to get a bunch of paperwork filled out for tomorrow and I've been working as much as possible to earn some extra money." I gave her an apologetic smile as she led me out of the back room and into the main one.

"And apparently your gorgeous hair is suffering the consequences." Once we reached the main salon I heard it and then saw him! Loretta's voice rang through the entire shop and I am betting was heard in India or possibly even China, "Oh my gosh! It's Edward Cullen! Edward Cullen is in my shop!"

He was sitting in one of the revolving chairs at Loretta's station talking to Shawnee with a bemused expression on his face, "Shawnee I'd stop talking to him unless you want your brain to turn to mush." I went over and sat in the chair next to Edward's and looked at Shawnee, "Go pick out some colors for my hair." She gave Edward a hug and went to the back room.

I turned to Edward, dear God. He is gorgeous, that much is undeniable. His chiseled jaw and straight nose looked like they came from the hands of a master sculptor, his lips were full and pink with a perfect set of pearly whites lying behind them. His bronze hair was beautiful and looked like he had just had amazing sex and rolled out of bed. But the most noticeable thing about him? His mesmerizing green eyes. They were like liquid emerald, I had to avoid them. I wouldn't be able to stand my ground if they caught me in a trance.

I stared at the area right below his eyes, making it look that I was, in fact, brave enough to look him in the eyes. "What do you want Edward?"

"To take you on a date." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Ha, no." I rolled my eyes as I watched Loretta come out of the back with her supplies with Shawnee following behind with three tubes of color.

Edward's jaw dropped, "You do know that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that girls would kill for right?"

"I'm not like other girls. So why are you even bothering?" Loretta started combing out my hair while staring at Edward with googly eyes.

He ignored my question, "Let me take you out on one date after you get your hair colored or whatever and if you still despise me then I will leave you alone, but if you end up falling hard for me, which is more than likely to happen, then we'll see how it goes from there."

I looked out the window and noticed a crowd of paparazzi gathering with cameras and pads of paper scribbling down every little detail, Edward pulled his beanie down farther over his head and spun away from the window. I picked up a gossip magazine and flipped through the pages while he sat there waiting for the answer.

I found what I was looking for, it was a full page covered in pictures of Edward and at least twenty different women. He either had them in a lip-lock or had his arm around them leading them into a cab. The title read in big bold letters, 'Edward's A Man Of Many Women!'

Each girl was different looking, different skin tone, hair color, body type, clothing style etc. It proves my point that it doesn't matter what the girl even looks like, he'll screw them and be done. I threw the magazine into his lap, "I'm not another one of them. Does that answer your question?"

At first he looked angry, then… disappointed? He slammed the magazine shut and stood up, the paparazzi were flashing left and right, writing down what they think they've seen. He glanced over his shoulder, "Miss Loretta, may I wait in the back until they have left? I don't feel like being attacked today, I've gotten enough of it verbally." I rolled my eyes at his pathetic jab, Loretta showed him the way to the back room, Shawnee following them and staying back with Edward. She obviously had a crush, I couldn't blame her.

Loretta came back out shortly, "Bella! Are you insane that's Edward fucking Cullen, he's gorgeous! Not to mention rich!"

"He's a playboy Lo, he's no good for me, plus he's a jerk. He doesn't think of anyone but himself and thinks he's God's personal gift to Earth." I paused for a moment and raised my voice, "And I hope he can hear me!"

Lo laughed and continued doing my hair. Shawnee picked out a sapphire blue, dark purple, and a dark pink for my hair. They were the same colors as last time except they were a darker version. I kept my length but got it trimmed to get rid of all the dead ends.

She finished blow-drying it until it was shiny and silky smooth. She straightened it and left it down. I ran my fingers through it, "Ette! This feels amazing. Thank you so much! How much?" I began to pull out my wallet.

She pointed to my guitar case, "You know you don't pay with money, I want to hear an original Bella song."

"You sure? I mean, I'd be more than happy to pay and play, I got paid last night."

"No, Bells, it's fine you're family, and you don't take money from family. Shawnee get out here or you're going to miss the song!"

EPOV

Why is Bella so difficult and frustrating? Why won't she go on just one date with me to see what she's missing out on? But the more important question is why do I even care? She's just a girl, a fucking beautiful, witty, rocker-chick. I'm just addicted to her, I keep coming back for more. I can't help it, I keep telling myself to forget about her and get over it but I just can't. She's so infuriating and I just can't stay away. I'm a fucking masochist.

I was absent-mindedly chatting with Shawnee when her mother called from the front, "Shawnee get out here or you're going to miss the song!" Shawnee clapped her hands and grabbed my hand.

"What song?" I asked as she pulled me to the front of the salon.

"Every time Bella comes here she plays a song instead of paying, she's so amazing." We reached the salon and Shawnee was looking at Bella as if she were a God.

I mumbled "I know" as I stared at Bella sitting on a stool tuning her guitar. She looked up at me and her expression became soft then immediately hardened. She took her pick out of the strings , "The cameras and reporters are gone, they got bored, so you can leave now."

"That's okay, I'd rather watch the show, you're phenomenal." She couldn't decide on a witty response so she settled for a quick thanks.

Before she started she pulled out a thick notebook and handed it to Shawnee. I looked over the little girl's shoulder as she filled through the torn up five-star. It was filled with lyrics and compositions, tons of them. I felt my jaw drop in amazement, Bella saw and her cheeks turned a gorgeous red color.

Shawnee finally settled on one closer to the front. It was filled with eraser marks and pencil scratches. She handed it to Bella, "This one!"

She giggled at Shawnee. "This is one of my favorites, nice pick. It might sound a little off since I wrote it for my electric guitar, but here it goes."

She started strumming on her guitar, it still amazed me that she was so accurate on the guitar, it was all so natural for her.

"I am confident
But I still have my moments
Baby, that's just me
I'm not a supermodel
I still eat McDonald's
Baby, that's just me"

She made a goofy face at Shawnee causing her to snicker.

"Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land machine
Machine, machine"

She got off the stool and kicked it over; she started moving around the room swaying to the beat of her guitar. She looked like she was lost in her music.


"Who said I can't wear my
Converse with my dress
Well, baby, that's just me
Who says I can't be single
And have to go out and mingle
Baby, that's not me

Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
'cause of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land... "

She stopped her playing and started singing a capella.

"Tell me, do you feel the way I feel
'Cause nothing else is real
In the la-la land appeal"

She started her guitar playing again, her voice never faltering.

"Well, some may say I need to be afraid
Of losing everything
Because of where I
Had my start and where I made my name
Well, everything's the same
In the la-la land machine"

I thought she was done, but she picked it up and sung at the top of her lungs, her voice was beautiful.

"Well, I'm not gonna change
In the la-la land machine
Well, I will stay the same
In the la-la land machine

Machine
Machine
I won't change anything in my life
I won't change anything in my life
I'm staying myself tonight
I'm staying myself tonight
La, la, la, la, la"

She finished off playing her guitar and fell to the floor beside Shawnee pretending to be exhausted.

I hadn't even noticed the other clients in the shop until they started cheering and clapping loudly. I joined in and whistled. Bella blushed beautifully and thanked them. She put her guitar back into the case and gave Loretta and Shawnee hugs. "Thanks guys, for everything, and, of course, my amazing hair-do."

"No problem Bella, come back soon, we're going to be needing a repeat performance."

She pulled out a CD player and pushed play, putting in her ear buds and walking out the door, leaving me in her wake.

BPOV

I tried to get out of the salon as soon as possible in an attempt to avoid Edward. I was speed walking down the street with my guitar by my side weighing me down tremendously, I need a cart to put this thing on!

I heard heavy footsteps and walked faster. But of course, I am not fast enough. I felt a hand on my shoulder and then a tug on my right ear bud. I stopped in my tracks and turned to my side to face him. "What!?"

He had his Ray Bans on and a beanie covering his bronze hair and on top of that his black hood was pulled up covering fifty percent of his face, "I must say, the hood covering your face is an improvement for your looks." That lie barely made a pass.

"Ouch, that stung. Don't deny that you think I'm good looking, every other woman in this world does." I pulled out my CD player and turned it off, knowing that I wouldn't be able to listen to my music with his smooth voice buzzing in my ear. "Ever heard of an iPod Bella?"

I rolled my eyes as I shoved the black Walkman into my bag, "Not everyone can afford such luxuries, Cullen."

He suddenly became uncomfortable, "Oh, uh, I'm sorry I didn't mean-" I waved it off.

"Whatever, I don't care. Did you want something?"

He seemed to hesitate and take a deep breath, "A chance?

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Okay, so there's chapter four, I hope you all enjoyed it!

Song in this Chapter was 'La la Land' by the amazing Demi Lovato!

Did anyone catch the similarity between Bella and Edward, if you answer right I'll send you a sneak peek of next chapter!

Review! Please (:

--Devyn!