BPOV

The front door opens, bringing in a gust of cold wind. A collective shiver runs through the room, and everyone takes a step away from the source of the wind. As I watch a pair of thick arms wrap around Edward's blonde friend, I'm strangely happy to see them attached to one of Ali's friends. The big one with the dark hair that I know I've met more than once, but just can't remember his name.

"How do you know him, Tia?" I press, my fascination odd even to myself.

"Who? Edward? Uhh – I think he was sleeping with Jayne for a bit."

I frown, scrunching up my nose. Jayne is Tia's housemate; she's a complete idiot. "So he's single?"

Tia looks confused. "Are we looking at the same guy, babe?"

"Tall? Black hoodie?"

Tia nods, and both she, Harrie, and Jake look over at him, and then back to me.

"Yeaaahh, he's single," concedes Tia. "But - I don't know. He's not really your type, Iz. He doesn't even have a beard."

"Or ink."

"And I bet he's not even in a band."

They're all laughing at me now, which earns them my middle finger. "Why are you all here again?"

Harrie wraps her thin arms around my neck, pulling me in for a hug. "You know we love you, Iz. You're just so predictable when it comes to guys."

"I'm not that predictable - am I?"

Both Harrie and Tia, as well as Jake nod, adding a chorus of yeses.

"Oh my God!" interrupts Harrie. "Did you see Marcus is here? And he brought Em with him."

Tia gasps. "No way!"

Thankfully, our conversation turns to idle gossip for moment, but I just can't take my eyes off Edward. He looks like he's arguing with Ali, his brow furrowed and his jaw set. I don't know what it is that makes this guy so attractive to me, when all he's done since he walked in is frown.

"Dude," spits Tia. "He's with Ali, just go talk to him."

I half snort, half giggle; it's a very ladylike sound. "No. No way!"

"You're such a pussy!"

"And you're an asshole. Anyway, where's Ben? Shouldn't you be attached to his face like fucking Alien spawn already?"

"You did not just geek-out and make an Alien reference," teases Jake, laughing as he flinches away from a punch on his tree-sized arm.

"Oh, fuck!" giggles Harrie, laughing behind her hand. "Don't look now, but Mr. Not-Your-Type is coming over."

I don't even have the balls to look. "Holy fucking shit. Is my hair okay? Is there lipstick on my teeth?"

"You look fine," assures Tia, holding her hand up in front of me. "Just chill the fuck out."