Summary: Bella Swan didn't expect she would meet and like a boy at a New Year's Eve party. And break her heart in 24 hours. Now, starting her first year in college, she was reunited with the man who broke her. Edward Cullen. Will Bella forgive him? Can Edward gain back Bella's trust? AU-H/OOC
AN: Before you read this, I want to let you know that this is my All Human fanfiction so I'm not really good at it. Enjoy though. :D
I'll never talk again,
Oh boy you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, so speechless
I'll never love again,
Oh boy you've left me speechless
You've left me speechless, So speechless
Speechless by Lady GaGa
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Chapter Three
I banged the door again and finally, I heard someone's footsteps and opened the damn door. I stood in shock as I saw who was it. Shit.
"Jake? Who is it?" That was Edward. His voice soft, silky and warm. Oh, shut it will you?
"For fucks sake. . . Sissy B! You're here!" Jacob shouted. I almost slapped him from callling me that again. Renesmee's boyfriend my ultimate I-want-him-to-be-my-brother-in-law.
"Jacob," I breathed. Whoa. Is this really a small world?
I tried to regain my composure as Jacob started to laugh. I realized Jacob's chest was bare and he was only wearing a towel. I've seen Jacob in a towel – Hell, I have seen him more than that. I didn't mean to see it, though. I was looking for my black Converse shoes, thinking Renesmee might have them in her room. But. . . Why would my Converse be in her room, anyway? So, I had gone to find my mom, Renee, hoping she had find or notice my shoes. She had told me she saw it in Renesmee's room. I had sighed and went to Renesmee's room.
I didn't bother to knock since I know she doesn't do that either. We sister's don't care but understand each other. I love my sister 'till death but she's irritating the hell out of me. When I had open the door and went inside the room, I saw my sister watching the TV, lying on the bed on her stomach. Her legs had been swinging behind her. Renesmee had yelped when she saw me and her eyes had widened.
I laughed quietly at her expression and also a little suspicious since Renesmee was the type of person who doesn't get shocked at all.
"Shit, I should have locked the door," I had heard Renesmee mutter. I looked at her confused but still a little amused at the situation. Before I could ask her if she saw my Converse here at her room, the bathroom door opened. My eyes had been widened in suspicion. Who the hell --? But before I could think about possibilities on who the hell is there, I screamed a murder scream when I saw Jacob.
Jacob was the one who had been with Renesmee on New Year's Eve and they've been together ever since. Funny thing is that Jacob lived at La Push, which is very close here in Forks, Washington.
I saw Renesmee groaned at the situation but my eyes were still wide as open. I had heard Renee asked why the hell was I screaming about. Our – Jacob, Renesmee and Me – eyes widened and Renesmee mouthed, "Shut the fucking door,"
I quickly obeyed her and closed the damn door shut. As much as I wanted my sister to get busted with Jacob being here and Mom not knowing, I think it will be more comfortable if we keep it a secret.
Actually, my Mom was a bit stubborn and went up to Renesmee's room. I could hear Renee's footsteps and I actually locked the door quietly. Jacob and Renesmee were tensed and I kept my back on the door, trying to slow down my breathing. I was glad that my father Charlie wasn't here or else, hello gun.
The most embarrassing and horrible thing happened when Mom banged the door loudly that Jacob almost yelped and Renesmee rushed up to him, covering his mouth. Jacob panicked and the towel. . . Well, it dropped. Shit.
I snorted and Jacob smirked at me. "Sissy B!" He greeted again, wrapping his arms around me. I heard someone gasped inside of the room and know that it was Edward. Ha!
Then, I pulled away from me. "Ew!" I mocked, faking like I was some dumb blond bitch then started laughing. "Jacob! Don't touch me! And can you put some clothes on? I don't want to get de ja vu all over again. Remember what happened last time?" I said, giggling.
Jacob smiled and shrugged, not afraid to show off his body. "You like that, Sis!" He yelled. I laughed again at his silliness. It kind of reminds me of Emmett.
"Bella?" The voice behind Jacob's back said. Crap, I forgot that Edward was actually here and the whole reason why I was here.
Jacob looked behind him and I saw the complete full view of Edward. He was sitting at the edge of his bed with a book clutched tightly on his right hand. He was wearing a tight blue shirt that hung on his arms, showing his beautiful muscles. Shit. Did I just say that? Edward's hair was a mess, it was sticking on all directions.
"You guys know each other?" Jacob asked, quite impressed but still amused. I glared at him.
"Jake," Edward said in a hard voice, also glaring at his roommate. Jacob threw up his arms in a gesture of saying, 'I come in fucking peace' or whatever. Then Edward turned to stare at me. In cue, I looked away, the blood quickly rushing up to my cheeks whenever I thought about him staring at him. "Come in Bella." I tried my best to ignore him as he was the one who welcomed me in the room, instead of Jacob. I shut the door quietly beside me.
"Jake," I moaned. "Please, fuck, just wear some damn clothes already!" I yelled at him when I saw him still wearing the freaking towel. "I don't want to see. . .," I shuddered, remembering the memory again.
Jacob snorted. "Whatever, Bella. It's not my fault that you --,"
"Oh so we're blaming each other? Why can't you just keep your hands off to your --," I interrupted him but he fucking cut me.
"I'm not saying that we want to have sex --," Jacob explained.
"Uh-huh! Yes you do want it! So that's why Re --,"
"Just shut the hell up Bella. I'm not having this discussion anymore. I'll go and change my clothes or fucking do whatever." Jacob muttered, quickly looking for his clothes at the drawer.
Edward narrowed his eyes at us but I could still see the shock in them. Edward glanced between me and Jacob, back and forth. It started to get uncomfortable.
"You and. . . Jacob?" Edward gasped. My eyes widened when he thought Jacob and I had sex. Shit, the conversation between me and Jacob sounded like we did and not my sister and Jake.
"Oh hell no," Jacob spat at Edward. "I'm dating her 'lil sis, okay Edward?" Edward breathed out a sigh of relief, knowing that we didn't have sex. Jacob went inside the bathroom and went to change. I took a deep breath before facing Edward. I saw his mouth open and know that he was about to say something but I managed to say it faster.
"I saw your letter," I told him in a hard voice. Edward ignored the tone of it and smiled a little.
"I am sorry, Bella." Edward told me in a sincere tone. Screw that tone.
"Can't you understand the meaning of 'go away'?" I demanded, crossing my arms across my chest. "You just don't get it do you?"
"Bella, I want to start it all over ag --," Edward tried to say but I gave him a hand uppercut, interrupting him.
"Start all over? Edward, we don't even have a relationship and I'm surely not going to start it all over again if we do have. You betrayed my trust Edward."
"I know, I know." Edward said, sighing and running his hand through his reddish brown locks. I had the urge, a feeling, of touching them once again. I shook my head, hoping that the image would just disappear or something. "I promise; I won't ever do that again if you just give me a chance, Bella." Edward pleaded.
"Again?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "Are you expecting me to just say 'yes, Edward, I forgive you'? That's bullshit!"
Edward seemed a little annoyed because of his expression. "That's why I told you to give me another chance!" And I just stared at him, completely speechless.
"I just. . . I need some time, Edward." I confessed and I felt a little tingle in me when I said his name out loud. "I'm not saying that I forgive you – I'm saying that you should give me some time to think about it. Please."
Edward's face was impassive after I told him about that. I guess he really heard the emotion behind my voice. I needed some time. I have been emo for the past. . . twenty-four hours and I really want to have some personal space.
Edward didn't say anything but he just nodded. I saw his fists were really clenched on his sides.
I happened to look at my watch and sighed. "I need to go. That's all I want to say." I murmured, not looking at his green piercing eyes. I know if I stared at them, I would be lost.
Then Jacob stepped out of the bathroom, glancing at us. The tense atmosphere in the air dissolved once Jacob came in. "Oh. . . Kay? I thought I heard shouting or something," Jacob mumbled, flopping at his bed.
"I'm gonna go, Jake," I told him and waved a little.
Jake's eyes widened. "What? Come on, Sissy B." He complained. He sometimes act like a child.
"I'm sorry Jake but I need to finish my homework," I lied, knowing I don't care if I stayed that really late to finish a damn assignment.
"Fuck the homework," Jacob told me. I just rolled my eyes and went walking for the door. When my hand reached the knob, I heard Edward whisper my name.
I looked back at him and accidentally my eyes fell on his green orbs. Shit. They were intimidating like I could see all of his soul altogether. I was right, I got lost.
"I understand," Edward muttered. I nodded and went to open the door. Jake bid good night to me and also Edward. I didn't look back as I stepped outside.
I didn't look back as I stepped outside, heading towards the hallway and going back to my dorm. I think that it's the only way that could reduce the pain. Telling Edward that I needed time is a good idea, knowing he would follow it.
But I didn't know that he would really take it so seriously.
I didn't know that it will be the last time I'll talk to Edward.
T.B.T.
It has been three months and seven days. Also known as three months and a week. I didn't know that he would really do that for me. Some part of me is screaming to just forgive Edward and leave the poor boy be. I know, I feel guilty inside, knowing that I should just open up a little bit. Whenever the gang had to go an "outing" together, Edward would come and not about twenty minutes, he would disappear. It's already grating on Alice's nerves. She was so worried for her brother, thinking that he might have some issues again.
I told Edward to give me some space, I didn't know that he would really take it to the higher level. It was so overrated. He wouldn't even want to talk to me. I miss hearing his voice though. Hell, I always hear his voice in History class but there was no glimmer in it. No life.
Edward's voice would change everyday, depending on his mood. I'm glad he didn't try to switch classes and if he did, I would seriously smack him for being so. . . obedient.
I thought this is what you want Bella, I thought to myself. Now you have it. You don't have the Cullen boy on your heels anymore. He doesn't even talk to you anymore. You are not hearing "I'm sorry" at a thousands times anymore so why would you be bothered if he switches classes? Shit, don't tell me your turning into a marshmallow or something!
I snorted quietly, relief washed through me, knowing that the professor didn't hear me. It did bother me. . . A part of it does and I don't know what to do. I made it clear that I – used to like Edward but now I don't. Then why am I feeling so shallow right now if this is what I want?
Edward didn't even complain one bit. I think I should just talk to him and say that he doesn't have to do this anymore.
Don't you dare do it, Isabella Marie!
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I tried to focus on the professor a few feet away from me, instead of having dilemmas about life.
And then there's Jacob. Back at Forks, he knew that I was going to Dartmouth. Jacob was, well, really smart. Hell, he's even a year younger than my sister! He skipped two grades so now he's the same level as me and the thing that confused me is he's such a jokester. Why would some genius be a jokester? I think it's the heavy things that assignments, projects and researches would do that to you. They would making you fucking insane. But he didn't even mention that he will be going to college to since I know he wants to study at the La Push community college. One day, I asked him if Renesmee knew this and he told me yes.
Crap, even my own sister would not even inform me that her own boyfriend would go to Dartmouth. I once asked him why would he picked Dartmouth. Jacob wasn't that rich either. He was just a lucky scholar. He told me that I was studying here and it would be fun to get to know his 'soon-to-be-sister-in-law.' I quite find it funny that Jacob would really be my brother-in-law but there's no doubt in it. I know that it's too soon to see the love in both of them but I could really, really see it.
It's the fourteenth of December and tomorrow will be the last day of school year. Some of the students already left the campus because of the upcoming holidays and that includes Jacob. His older sister, Rachel, visited him a few days ago, telling that she was stopping by to get you so that they will be together to come back for Christmas.
I sighed, flipping the next page of my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. I have read this a thousand times and the front cover of the book was already falling apart. I was in my dorm and Rosalie went to Alice's dorm. I was having peace and quiet here – no screw the word "peace". My world is totally Hell right now – when my cellphone started ringing.
I can't believe what you said to me
Last night we were alone
You threw your arms out
Oh baby you gave up, you gave up
I can't believe how you looked at me
With your James Dean glossy eyes
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Don't blame me for choosing a Lady GaGa song. It was Rosalie's doing. She told me that it was the perfect song for my love life. Yeah, right. Edward and I don't even have a relationship! I was actually sprawled on my bed and my phone was at the drawer. I went to stretch my body so that I could grab the freaking phone. I looked at the called ID and saw that it was from my hometown Forks.
My eyes lit up. My last call from my family was at the first of November and I'm so anxious on what's happening there. I opened my phone and pressed the receiver on my right ear.
"Hello?" I murmured, quite jumpy.
"Isabella?" My mother's voice filled the silent room. I took a deep breath, hearing her voice was like hearing bells. I really miss my mother. I haven't seen here in four months now since I am across the country and I wasn't one of the rich who would travel a lot.
"Hi mom," I said in relief, sitting up and putting my book beside the bed. "How ya'll doin'?"
My mom chuckled when I would use the Southern accent. When I was seven and Renesmee was six, we used to watch cowboy movies and ended up imitating their deep accents. My parents thought it was cute.
"We're fine, sweetie. Your Dad is here at home, it's his day-off and Renesmee is at Caroline's house right now." She told me. "So, how's school? Any boys that piqued your interest?" I groaned, shaking my head. I didn't tell Mom about "the Edward" issue and also about Emmett and Jasper because I know she would harass me questions.
"Mom. I don't have any interest on boys right now so just chill." I told her, laughing a little.
Mom sighed. "When is your school break? When are you coming to Forks?" I stopped laughing when she talked about "my holidays". I was usually working at Starbucks right now but I don't have that enough money to buy a freaking plane ticket.
I sighed. "Mom, we already talk about this. I'm not sure if I could come and celebrate Christmas with you guys." The thought of not being with my family for Christmas made me shudder.
Mom sighed. "Baby, we could just send you the plane tickets. Your father and I are working on it and also Renesmee got a job --,"
"Mom," I interrupted her. I don't want people spending money on me. No matter how stubborn I am, I'm not letting that happen. "Please. I'll just do this myself. I'll find a way, okay?"
There was a long pause. I wasn't sure if Mom was being stubborn like Dad again. She was suddenly influenced by us three now. "Okay. But if you don't – we'll send the tickets as fast as we can, understand?"
Renee wasn't the type of mother who sometimes doesn't act like a real mother. She had me when she was eighteen and it was an unexpected pregnancy, that's why she isn't that ready. She learned to cope though, with a help from Dad and a few friends.
"I understand." I told her.
"Okay. Goodbye sweetie. We love you." She said.
"G'bye Mom. I love you guys too. Passed a slap on the cheek for Renesmee will you?" I joked. I could feel Mom's eyes roll.
"Whatever, Isabella Marie. Just study hard there." I just nodded and mumbled an okay before hanging up. What the Hell am I suppose to do? Can I really do it? I think I should start a plan and I think after school, I would work double time and work at two different jobs just to get a freaking plane ticket to see my family again.
I was about to head to the bathroom to wash my face when I heard keys jingling outside the door and my I raised a brow in confusion. Well, it must be Rosalie. I shrugged the thought off and turned the knob of the bathroom door. Before I could even open it, the front door already opened and it wasn't Rosalie who stepped out. It was a small, pixie-like girl who wore fashionable clothes – Alice.
When Alice saw me, she grinned. "Hiya, Bella!" She greeted. I wonder if Alice and Emmett were the twins and not Alice and Edward. I found out about a couple of months ago that Edward was only seven months older than Alice.
"Good morning, Alice." I greeted her and decided that I should just stay in the room instead of the bathroom. Alice closed the door behind her and started scavenging the things in Rosalie's drawer.
"Uh," I started, looking at her as I plopped down on the edge of my bed. "Alice, what are you doing?" Alice didn't look at me, she just started throwing Rosalie's things behind her.
"Rosalie wanted me to get her cellphone." Alice told me, still scattering the clothes around. From the tone of her voice, I could hear the irritation in them. I think Alice was getting tired of Rosalie always leaving things and Alice will be the one who's going to look for it. I looked at her curiously and obviously a little uncomfortable, wondering if Alice will be the one to clean up the mess. I nodded and I'm not sure if she even saw that because she was too busy.
I went to the bathroom, heading towards the sink. I turned the faucet on and the water filled my two palms. I washed my face, rubbing the stress out of it and wanting my face to feel the freshness of it. I turned the faucet off and looked at myself in the mirror.
I feel guilty. I could see it in my brown eyes.
When I ran a hand through my hair, I heard Alice groaned. I forgot that she was still here. I went outside of the bathroom only to find half of Rosalie's things scattered.
"Where the hell is the goddamn cellphone of hers?" Alice complained, tackling Rosalie's pillows. I almost chuckled because sometimes Alice was the one who knows things and this time she doesn't.
"Let me help you," I offered, going straight to Rosalie's closet. I don't know if Rosalie hid her things in the closet of hers but it's worth the shot.
Alice thanked me and we went scavenging for the missing Blackberry. We were silent and all I could hear was the sound of things being dumped on the floor or the things being hit on objects.
"So, Bella," Alice's voice rang out, shocking the Hell out of me a little. I nodded and motioned for her to go on. "When are you coming to your hometown for the holidays?" She asked me.
I looked at her, contemplating whether to lie or to not. It will be embarrassing if I told her that I may won't be going. For the past three months and a half, I'm still not use of people being so rich. Alice waited for my answer patiently.
I sighed, deciding that I should tell her. Alice is a nice girl, she will probably understand. "Uh, I'm. . . I don't think I can go back to my home." I admitted, biting my lip nervously.
Alice looked at me curiously as if I was the only girl who doesn't wear make-up in the world. "What do you mean, Bella?"
I took a deep breath. "I – I don't have enough money to buy plane tickets and I don't want my parents spending my money on me since they were the ones who paid a lot of bucks for my tuition."
Her face turned into sadness and understanding. "I see," She whispered. "Where do you live anyway Bella?"
"I don't live in a fancy town or something and it's not that really popular. I think people know that the place doesn't even exist." I ranted. "I live in Forks, Washington."
Then, I didn't get Alice's reaction – she squealed. What kind of person squeals about some town?
"Oh gosh! You live in Forks? As in the tiny, always-raining, depressing town Forks?" She exclaimed and I could see that she was bouncing lightly. I was stunned that she knew. Have she been there?
"Yeah," I replied, slightly uncomfortable. "Have you been there, Alice?"
Alice looked at me with wide eyes. "Have I been there? No I haven't. . . Yet. My parents just moved there since the three of us went to Dartmouth together!"
My eyes widened by the information that she said. What the Hell? So that means if I go there, I would be able to see Alice, Emmett, their parents and. . . Shit, Edward?
Wow. Why is the world beginning to get smaller and smaller everyday?
"Shit," I managed to say. "I suppose you guys are spending the holidays there?" But my conscience was the one who answered for me. Of course, Bella! Give me a break!
Alice nodded in excitement. "Yes! Oh my Gosh, Bella! You seriously need to buy a ticket or something!! Or at least, tell your parents to send you the tickets! I want to see you there in Christmas! We're going to have so much fun!" She babbled.
It seems that we forgot about the whole cellphone thing. My eyes widened when Alice said 'we' and the word 'fun.' She's going to torture me! Well, I think not owning any plane tickets had some advantages.
I cleared my throat when Alice started discussing what she would do to me. "Uh, Alice. I don't have a plane ticket." I told her lamely, hoping that it would somehow convince her.
Alice snorted. "That's why you have your parents, silly." She replied, grinning cheekily like an archangel.
I sighed. "I do have parents that can buy me a ticket but I don't want them spending there money on me." It's almost as if I was whining like my sister.
Alice sighed, giving in. "Alright, alright. But next year – you're coming, Isabella Swan." I gulped and we continued to look for Rosalie's cellphone.
It was the last day of school this year and the students were eager to go for the holidays and have some fun. But I wasn't one of those students. I was different.
I was heading to my dorm with Rosalie. Rosalie opened the door and stepped inside. We were wearing coats since it was already snowing. I shrugged off my coat and hang it on the rack at the back of the door.
I noticed that I stepped on to something when I hung the jacket.
"What the hell is that?" Rosalie demanded, eyeing the small but long white envelope which was stuck on my foot.
I glanced at it curiously and took the envelope on my hands. Rosalie flitted beside me as she was curious also. I gasped when my name was written on the envelope with an unusual writing but it was still elegant. There was no name from the one who delivered the mail. I could only think that the one who send this doesn't want to know it was them.
I ripped the opening of the envelope and I almost yelped when I saw a plane ticket. A freaking plane ticket! What the hell?
"A plane ticket?" Rosalie asked, glancing over my shoulder. "Who would give you a plane ticket? And shit, it's from New Hampshire to, uh, Forks and the other way around! Damn! It's even at first class!" I was still shocked that I didn't manage to say something to Rosalie. "Hell – you live in Forks?!"
I swallowed. "Yeah. Did Alice mention it to you?" When the name 'Alice' rolled off to my lips, I knew who was the one who gave it to me.
"Shit," I murmured and told Rosalie, "I gotta go Rosalie. I'll be back," And with that, I opened the dorm door and ran to Alice's dorm. I heard Rosalie calling for my name and heard footsteps. I could tell that she was following me. I made it up to Alice's dorm and knocked on it. I heard Rosalie panting a few feet away.
"Why the fuck are we in Alice's dorm?" She demanded.
"I just want to ask something," I told Rosalie. The door opened and it was Angela.
"Hi Bella," She greeted me, smiling then she saw Rosalie and greeted her as well.
"Where's Alice?" I asked, looking over her shoulder.
"Oh, she's here. Reading a magazine," Angela rolled her eyes playfully. "Come in, guys." Then she let us pass. I saw Alice lying on her stomach, flipping through a fashion magazine.
"Hey guys!" She greeted. I narrowed my eyes at her and she sank back a little. "Okay?"
I showed her the plane ticket. "What the hell, Alice? Why did you buy me an effin' plane ticket?"
Alice looked at me curiously but there were shock in her eyes. "I didn't buy you plane tickets, Bella,"
"But who could ever know that I don't have a ticket for home?" I replied. Alice shrugged.
"Maybe it's your parents." Alice said. Rosalie groaned and I saw her shaking her head.
"Could someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"
We ignored Rosalie and I continued to accuse Alice. "My parents would never disrespect me Alice. Unless you told people about it." I raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
Alice grinned and I could see the shame in her expression. "I kind of. . . You know, spilled it to a couple of people but I know it wasn't them. And if I do want you to come to Forks, I would deliver it to you personally."
I groaned and ran a hand through my hair. Rosalie plopped herself on Alice's bed.
"I don't understand what the fuck you guys are saying," Rosalie muttered.
"Me neither," Angela whispered from her bed.
Who would give me so expensive plane tickets?
T.B.T.
The cold, crisp air wrapped around my skin when I stepped out of the airport. I was wearing a thin gray jacket and a white printed T-shirt. I know, this clothes are not appropriate for the Christmas season but I don't have anything else presentable. At least I had gloves and a scarf around my neck.
Okay, so I did use the tickets. Rosalie and Alice managed to persuade me to use it since it will be such a waste if I don't. Well, some part of me too is agreeing with them because this is the only chance I could see my family in Christmas.
When I went out, I was planning to ride a cab but I was surprised when I heard someone yelled my name.
"Bella!" It was the voice of someone Hell as annoying as Alice. I turned to the direction of the voice and saw my sister Renesmee wrapped up in a comfortable pink jacket. Ugh – pink. She was leaning at the old Chevy Truck that I used to own. I guess Mom and Dad let her used it since she. . . Wait. She's driving it? What the Hell?
I walked to her with, my eyes narrowed at her. Renesmee stared at me back, wondering why is my reaction like that.
"Yo, sis," Renesmee greeted when I reached her, smiling just a little. "Why the scowl on your face?"
I groaned. "What the hell Renesmee? Did you just get your driver's license or something?"
She beamed at me. "Uh-huh. Just a week ago. Dad let me used the truck since you're gone and your in New Hampshire." Then Renesmee added, "You could've said hello or something to me!"
I snorted, putting my luggage at the back of the truck. Gladly, the cover was there so that my bag wont' me snowed in. "Yeah, whatever. But shit, if you messed up the truck --,"
"What makes you think I'll mess up the truck? I've done good on it for the past week." Renesmee demanded, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Like I said, whatever." I rolled my eyes and went to the passenger seat. I heard Renesmee sighed and went to the driver's side in a flash. She put the keys in the ignition and the truck roared into life. This is my first car and probably, my last since I'm not that very rich. Renesmee pulled away from the airport and into the road. It will only take an hour to get to Forks so won't we have a conversation.
"Where's Mom and Dad? I thought Dad's going to pick me up," I murmured, taking in the scene before me. I really miss this place.
She pretend to feign in hurting. "Shucks, I'm offended." Renesmee told me while rolling her brown eyes.
"Seriously," I replied, narrowing my eyes at her. "Aren't you going to tell me?"
Renesmee sighed dramatically. "Yeah, well – Dad is still in the station and Mom was busy with a few clients so she couldn't come."
I nodded, replying, "Oh,"
"So," Renesmee murmured, smiling up at me when we stopped in a traffic. "Tell me what's like in Dartmouth? Any cute guys that you could hang out with?"
I rolled my eyes. If she only knew. "Yeah there are many. Probably hundreds of them. And guess what, they're all freaking rich."
Then amusement flickered in my sister's face. "Remind me to go to college there," She mocked. I nudged her shoulder before the traffic light turned green. "You made friends?"
"Of course I did," I told her. "They're great friends – very supportive of my. . . dilemmas." I whispered.
"Oh," Renesmee muttered. "You mean the incident in New Year's?" I told Renesmee about that "incident" since I have no one close enough to understand me. I used to consider my mom, Renee, but I know that it will only cause so much trouble since she's a gossip princess.
I nodded, fiddling with my fingers. I get uncomfortable when I talk about this topic.
"Why would they be supportive?" Renesmee suddenly asked out of the blue. "I mean, if you get uncomfortable about it, why would you tell them? You could have saved yourself from getting hurt." She rolled her eyes when she said the word. Renesmee thought that I was exaggerating with my feelings.
I sighed. Am I going to tell Renesmee about this? I looked at the side, seeing a few kids playing snowballs and half of them are making snow angels and snow men.
"He's. . .," I gulped, swallowing the lump in my throat that's preventing me from telling her. Renesmee raised an eyebrow but didn't look at me because she was staring intently at the road before her. "The guy. . . He's. . . He's studying at Dartmouth."
Renesmee's jaw fell and her eyes widened in surprise. She almost stopped the truck or almost swayed it. I should have told her at the house.
"What the fuck?" Renesmee exclaimed, focusing her wide brown eyes at me. "I might be dreaming – the motherfucker is studying there?" I cringed at her words. Renesmee had a naughty mouth – she's probably the most dangerous thing out there. I love my sister right now – she understands me.
"Yes," I whispered, looking down.
"How did yo take it?"
I shrugged, pursing my lips. "Well, I took it hard since I finally convince myself that I don't like him. But. . . He remembers me, Renesmee. When he looked me in the eyes, I felt safe and at the same time I was looking at the guy who just. . . ," I shuddered, shaking the thought from my mind.
"Let me guess, he apologized countless times?" I could hear the hint of amusement in her voice.
I groaned. "Yes. It's kind of irritating though but. . .,"
"But what?" Renesmee prompted.
"I told him to give me some time – to think about forgiving him – and, I wasn't expecting that he would really take it so seriously."
Her mouth popped open again. "Whoa. This guy must really like you."
I groaned again. "Just. . Stop, Ren. I don't want to hear it." Renesmee nodded and just shrugged. I'm glad that Renesmee wasn't in the mood to tease me because it would have gotten worse. So, we talked about light topics – about Jacob, my family and my friends in Dartmouth. I happened to tell her that my friends are living here in Forks too. She replied that she didn't care. That is so Renesmee Swan.
When we reached the house, I saw Dad's cruiser parked at the lot in front of the house. Renesmee honked the horn, signaling that we're home. Renesmee parked the truck beside Dad's cruiser. The front door opened and Renee and Charlie appeared. Renee squealed, sounding like Alice, and ran up to me. When I managed to get out of the car, Renee suffocated me by wrapping her arms around me tightly. I talked to Mom about the "mystery plane tickets" and she was so ecstatic that someone just gave me these.
Dad helped me by getting the luggage out of the trunk and we chatted while walking to the house. My mother kept telling me that she's going to good in cooking right now and Dad would laugh at that.
Renesmee sat at the couch, quickly grabbing the remote from the table and turned the TV on so that she could watch drama series.
When I was settling my things in my room, my cellphone rang. I opened my phone and saw Alice's caller ID. Shit, she's going to torture me now.
I pressed the green button and put the receiver on my ear.
"Bella!" Alice yelled, sounding so excited. I gulped. "Are you in Forks right now?" She asked me anxiously.
"Calm down Alice," I told her. "I am in Forks right now. Actually, I just got here in my house." I stood up and went downstairs to drink some juice.
"Ooh goodie!" She exclaimed and I could imagine her hopping up and down while clapping her little hands. I laughed at her excitement.
I reached the kitchen and saw my Dad reading the newspaper, my sister eating pizza at breakfast and my mother cooking.
"Are you available today, Bella?" She asked me. Oh, the torture.
I shrugged and went to the fridge. "I don't know Alice. Maybe. What are we going to do anyway?" My family looked at me curiously, I ignored them.
"I want to show you something and I would like you to meet my parents!" Oh gosh, does this girl even get tired?
I rolled my eyes while grabbing a jug and set it down on the counter beside me. "We don't have any relationship, Alice. Why do I have to meet your parents?" I laughed. I grabbed a glass and poured the juice on the glass. I put the glass on my lips, chugging it.
"We don't have any relationship Bella but you do have a history with my brother." I spit the juice out of my mouth, causing Renesmee to yelp.
"What the Hell, sis?" Renesmee demanded while my Dad looked amused at the situation.
"Language, Renesmee." My mom scolded. I cleaned my mouth and set the glass on the table.
"Alice! I already talked to you about this! You and Rosalie!" I exclaimed, ignoring the strange looks that my family are giving.
"Sorry, Bella. I was just. . . Can you at least go here at my house? I'm bored and we only have two days till Christmas!" She explained.
"Okay, okay." I said. "Where do you live anyway?"
She told me the address andI told her to wait since she's probably speaking to quick. I grabbed a scratch paper and a pen, writing the address down.
I repeated the address, making sure if I got it right. My Dad's eyes widened when he heard me say the address.
"Okay!" She said. "See you at two, Bella!" I had the sense that she was going to hang up but I still have a question in mind.
"Wait!" I managed to croak. "Is he. . . Is your, you know. . .,"
Alice already know that. "Unfortuantely, yes but he's probably being an emo inside his room so I guess he won't come out unless he's being called or something," She giggled.
"I'm serious, Alice." I told her.
She sighed. "I don't know Bella. I'll hide you in my room. He won't know a single thing and I'll tell my parents about not telling him that you went here."
"Does. . . He know I live here?"
"Uh-huh. Sorry, Bella. I have a big mouth. But I assure you I didn't tell my brothers that I want you to come here." She told me sincerely. I relaxed at that.
"Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Alice. See you at two."
"Great! Tata for now, Bella!" With that she hang up. I pulled the phone away from my ear and slouched at the kitchen chair.
"The Cullen mansion?" Charlie blurted out of the blue. I looked at him curiously.
"You know where the Cullens live?" I asked.
Charlie set down the newspaper and shrugged. "Yeah. They're one of the wealthiest people here in Forks."
Renee snorted. "Probably the richest." She muttered.
Charlie ignored his wife. "Actually, they just moved here a couple of months ago. They're very nice too. I think their kids are studying at an Ivy college."
If he only knew. "Oh. . . " I muttered. "The girl I've been talking to actually lives there. She's my friend in Dartmouth."
Renesmee looked at me with curious eyes. Yes. She figured it out.
Renee sat right next to me after setting the table. "So, you friends with one of the Cullens? What's her name?"
"Alice Cullen," I told her. "She's a. . . a very energetic one."
"I see," Mom said. "I can't believe your friends with one of the Cullens,"
I sighed. "They're very nice. The. . . three of them."
Dad raised an eyebrow as he popped a bacon on his mouth. "Really? Who are they, anway?"
I gulped. "Um they are Emmett, Alice and. . . Edward Cullen." Renesmee flashed a knowing look at me. She really know right now. I think Renesmee is going to ask me questions later.
"Oh," Dad managed to say.
"Okay, okay. We'll do this later." Renesmee urged. Thank you my sister! She flashed me a 'you-owe-me' look and I nodded. My parents agreed and we ate our breakfast.
T.B.T
I used my – now, Renesmee's – Chevy truck while going to the Cullens. I stopped a couple of blocks away from the house and I gaped at it. The house can be found in the woods which is kind of creepy. The house was timeless, elegant. It is a real mansion. Half of the walls are covered in glass and I could see the the things inside but I can't see them. I stared at the sideview mirror, checking if I looked presentable.
I was wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved black shirt with a hood on it. The snow covered the roof of the house, making it like a Disneyland-themed like.
I took a deep breath and pulled my cellphone from my pocket. I dialed Alice's number and I only waited for two rings until she picked up.
Before I could say anything, she already whispered, "Meet me at the back door. My brother's are in the living room."
I groaned. "Alice, half of the house is covered in glass! They will see me when I sneaked at the back!" I complained.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't worry. I'll distract them." She told me.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Tell me, why are we doing this again?"
"Because we're going to have some fun?" Alice said sarcastically. I rolled my distract them now!" I snapped the phone shut and put it back on my pocket as I hopped out of the truck. They couldn't see the truck since it was half hidden"Whatever, I'll go now. Go in the freaking living room by the dark trees. The cold air suddenly became stronger against my skin and the light snowflakes were dripping on my hair. I put my hood on and sneaked at the back of the mansion.
As I sneaked, I saw Alice doing something weird with her brothers and I could hear booming laughter which I only guess it's coming from Alice.
When I reached the back, I quickly looked for the damn door. The backyard was simply extravagant even though it's mostly covered in snow.
Then a few rings later, Alice picked up. At first, I could hear that she wasn't talking directly at me. Her voice sounded far away from the phone. "Excuse me, guys. I need to take this call." She was talking to her brothers. Shit.
I heard Emmett snort. "Yeah, whatever pixie. Go and talk to your Jazzy-poo." I heard a laughter, that sounded like honey and bells. Edward.
I could feel Alice rolling her eyes. Then I heard footsteps and she whispered, "I'm on my way." I nodded and snapped the phone shut again.
I waited for a minute before I heard a scream.
I yelped, recognizing the voice. Shit. What the hell happened to Alice?
"No, don't!" Alice cried.
My eyes widened and before I knew it, the door happened and the person who opened it wasn't Alice.
Shit.
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