A/N As usual I own nothing. I feel like I have some 'splainin to do. First of all I would like to address the length of my chapters. I have the hardest time starting stories. In my head I always tend to imagine the middle and the end but the beginning never comes easy. So I decided to write three short chapters as the opening instead of one long chapter that would have taken me forever to write. That being said I can't guarantee that my chapters will ever be super long. I don't planning on writing a novel here just my story the way it plays out in my head. So the chapters will vary in length in accordance to what is going on within them. Transitional chapters will be shorter, action chapters will be longer. Secondly I feel like I should warn you that my story will earn its M rating. There will be lemony goodness but also there will be angsty-makes-me-want-chocolate-ness. You have been warned!!

EPOV

I walked into class on Wednesday afternoon feeling confident. I had a plan and support. There was nothing that could fucking stop me. I was going to save Isabella Swan. I sat in my seat eagerly watching the door. The annoying girl Jessica something or other that sat two rows ahead of me walked in with her quiet friend Angela. Jessica was obviously checking me out even though I could tell she was fucking attempting to be subtle. I felt vaguely uncomfortable. It was not as if I had never been fucking checked out before. I was a fairly good-looking guy and never had a damn problem finding a girl. It was not as if Jessica was nasty looking or anything either, so I should be fucking flattered. My gaze was drawn back to the door, I was waiting for Bella and no fucking girl compared to that. A slightly obnoxious voice interrupted my musings and without looking over, I instinctively knew it would belong to Jessica.

"Hey there, my name is Jessica. What's your name?"

"Edward" I was still staring at the door. I knew I was being rude but damn it I was waiting for Bella and Bella was late. She had never been late to class before. I was starting to get fucking worried.

Apparently, Jessica was ignorant to my lack of interest, "Well Edward, I was wondering if you wanted to come to a party tonight at my place." She paused and then in what I guessed was supposed to be a seductive voice added, "I would love to see you there."

I looked over to see her sitting on the edge of my table, leaning towards me and batting her eyelashes. She was wearing too much perfume and it made me want to fucking vomit. While she had appeared to be somewhat pretty from across the room, up close I could see that she was heavily made-up. I preferred the natural look with a minimum of make-up. Any girl could look fucking good with tons of eyeliner, eye shadow, cover-up, blush and lipstick. It took a real beauty to look good with just fucking Chap Stick on. Bella looked good with just Chap Stick on. I smiled because Bella was naturally gorgeous. Jessica misunderstood the reason for the grin and smiled back. At least I thought it was supposed to be a smile, it reminded me of when a predator flashes their teeth at prey. It was creepy so I glanced away.

I noticed the guy that normally sat next to Jessica was staring at me. Her flirting with me apparently bothered him because he was glaring at me with the fury of a thousand suns. That's when I realized why Jessica's flirting disturbed me; I didn't want Bella to see another girl flirting with me. I wanted Bella to know that she was the only fucking one I wanted to flirt with. I didn't want to seem like a damn player to her. I also didn't want anyone else thinking that I was interested in anybody else. I may have just met the girl but she was everything that I had always wanted. With that in mind I turned my head back towards the door and answered Jessica.

"Well Jessica I'm not sure if that would be a good idea. You see, I just met you; and while you might be comfortable inviting complete strangers to your home, I do not feel comfortable going to a complete stranger's home. So thank you for the invitation but I'm afraid that I will have to decline."

I heard a huff come from where she had been sitting. "Whatever" she hissed and stomped away. I watched her walk back to her seat. The guy sitting there asked her a question and she shook her head. He put his arm around her and she sort of rubbed on him like a cat. Girls like that were fucking trouble. I had no doubt that at her party tonight she would fucking ditch him for a hotter guy. I felt bad for the kid but I had more important things to think about. Because just then Professor Newton walked in and closed the door. Class had started and Bella was not fucking here. My heart sank as my mind went into overdrive. What if she had fucking dropped the class? What if he had really fucking hurt her? Where the fuck was Bella?

BPOV

By Wednesday the bruises had begun to fade. The worst of the welts left by the belt and the marks on my arm were concealed by my long sleeve t-shirt. Yesterday James had been so apologetic, he babied me all day. He rubbed the salve on my back that prevented scarring, he cried when he saw the damage the belt had done. I smiled as I remembered all the sweet things he had done for me.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry! I just get so mad at the thought of another man touching you! I know you wouldn't cheat on me sweetie, I know but I get so scared that I'm going to lose you. Darling, I know I should not have lost my cool. I'm so very sorry!"

"James, its fine. I am sorry that I talked to him. I want you to always be able to trust me and I am willing to drop out of that class if it makes you happy. I just want us to be ok." I whispered.

"No sweetie you don't have to do that. I need to learn to control my temper. I believe you when you say that nothing is going on with you and that guy. Besides, you need that class in order to graduate and the sooner you graduate the better. I'm all done with the salve baby."

"Thanks honey," I got up off the bed, gingerly stretching, "Do you want me to stay home today? I only have one class and I can skip it easily."

James smiled at me and said that he would appreciate getting to spend a whole day with me. We lounged on the couch all day watching movies. It was so nice to be able to just hang out with James; we rarely ever got to spend this much time together. At about five o'clock, I realized that neither of us had eaten breakfast and got up to make it only to have James stop me. "Sweetie why don't you go take a nice hot bath? I'll run out and pick up some Italian food for us." He smiled at me, "I'll even run the bath and you don't have to do a thing! Just wait right here Bella."

I settled back onto the couch. I could hear him bustling about in the bathroom. I knew he was going to add the sweet smelling bubble bath that I enjoyed so much. It was pretty expensive so I liked to save it for special occasions but whenever there was an incident (as I liked to call them), James would always make sure to have me use it. I heard the water shut off and James walked back into the living room. He told me the bath was ready and to take as long as I needed. Slipping into the scented water was heaven for my sore body. I closed my eyes and let my mind drift away.

I thought about Edward. He had the most amazing green eyes and his hair. Oh my, his hair was just begging to be touched. What was I thinking? I sat up quickly causing water to splash over the sides of the tub. So what if Edward was slightly attractive, if you were into the just-rolled-out-of-bed look? I personally preferred James' perfectly polished look. Edward was nothing to me. I did not even know the guy; there was no reason why I should be thinking about him while I was naked in a bath that James had taken such care with for me! James was my whole world and put up with all my mistakes. He was all I deserved, all I wanted. I was so angry with myself for thinking about another man for even a second. I mentally berated myself for being weak. I swore I would never think of Edward as being attractive again. I owed it to James to be faithful in body and mind.

I got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel. I had a plan to make up for my mistake yesterday. I had to act quickly before James got home. I tidied up the bathroom first though because I knew that he would appreciate it. I dried my hair and pinned it up in a sexy bun on the back of my head, I made sure to leave a couple tendrils lose. James loved it when I had my hair like this. I put on a touch of eyeliner and lipstick and rushed into the bedroom. I dug out my little pink and black corset with the matching booty shorts and black heels. I rushed to change and heard the door open and close just as I put on the heels.

"Bella?" James called.

I walked out of the bedroom to find James standing in the hallway with a dozen red roses in one hand and take out in the other. His jaw dropped when he saw me. I bit my lip as he set the food and flowers on the dining room table and walked towards me.

"Bella, you are never allowed to show this to another man." He whispered. I laughed, grabbed his hand and led him back into the bedroom. Dinner could wait; right now, I needed to show my man how much I loved him.

A book slammed somewhere in the library, jarring me back to the present day. I blushed furiously even though nobody could tell what I had been thinking about. James had shown me just how much he loved me last night. Twice. It was absolutely amazing. I lived for nights like this, nights when we were just two people insanely in love. Nights that I hadn't messed up with my stupidity. I was still ashamed of my two-second fantasy involving Edward in the tub yesterday. I felt even guiltier if that was possible this morning while putting the flowers James had bought me in a vase. The little things like that showed his love for me. Despite all my mistakes, James still thought I was worth buying flowers for. Edward was nothing.

Then why are you hiding in the library instead of going to class? The little voice inside of my head asked. The only answer I could give was that I did not want to see the look in his eyes. He was the only person, other than James, who knew what a disappointment I could be as a girlfriend. I had seen the disgust in his eyes as he watched James and I leave the dining hall yesterday. He had witnessed James calling me a whore. He had to think that I was a horrible person; he most likely assumed that I had cheated on James before. He would never understand that James was just insecure. I could not stand to see that look in his eyes or the questions he would ask. He would ask me how a man like James could settle for a girl like me. He would know what a failure I was and I could not stand it. I was not going to avoid class forever, just today. I would go on Friday, I promised myself. On Friday, I would face the music and answer all of Edward's questions then. I just needed a little bit more time.

Satisfied that it was useless to worry about the situation until Friday I lost myself again in the world between the pages of my book. I did not even notice a certain pair of green eyes staring at me.