A/N: I own nothing.

JPOV

It was time to put my plan into action.

"So I can spend more time with you."

I smirked as I watched the message send. Rosalie was a genius for coming up with a plan like this.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket without waiting for a response; I didn't need one.

The rest of the school day passed by in a blur the way it always does for me and I found myself leaving my last class of the day. I saw Edward practically running out of the building, but not before I caught his gaze. He looked at me for not even half a second before he looked away and practically sprinted out the door.

I smirked again as Rose came up behind me and giggled while watching Edward leave.

"So, I see you took my expert advice," she said, her hands on her hips as she watched the door.

"That I did, babe," I said as I put my arm around her shoulder. We walked out of the building and I only briefly noticed Emmett staring at me with a disapproving look on his face.

I dropped Rose off at home then pulled up to my own house when I pulled my phone out. I saw the expected message from Edward. I did not, however, expect the words that were in the message.

"Oh good, me too."

Wait, what? Now I was completely lost. Was he actually saying he was into me that way? That fucked up the entire plan. Or wait, did it?

I thought for a moment. If he really was some kind of fag that was into me that way, then that made this so much easier.

I was lost in my thoughts when I felt my phone vibrate in my hand. It was a message from Emmett.

"Hey bro can I come over? I need to talk to you."

Well that was odd. Emmett was always one of those guys you go to talk to, not someone who asks you to talk. I told him to come on over; it wasn't like I had anything better to do.

A few minutes later I heard my doorbell ring. I greeted Emmett and we went back up to my room.

"So what's up man?" I asked, still slightly worried.

"This plan of yours involving Edward. Stop," he told me flatly.

I glared in response. Even if he was a "friend" of mine, he should have known better than to question me.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Rose told me your little game," Emmett told me, crossing his arms. "And I don't like it."

"What, are you some kind of fag too?" I blurted out, before I could even think about what I was saying.

He clenched and his fist and his jaw tightened and for a moment, I almost thought he was going to punch me.

He was silent for a minute before he looked directly at me and said, "No, but my brother is. And I've had enough of people bullying him."

I stared at him, debating whether or not he was telling the truth about his brother. I thought back to the few times I had met him and it did seem to be a definite possibility. I didn't see what that had to do with Edward though.

"Unless your brother is Edward, I don't see what this has to do with anything," I spat at him, annoyed that he thought he could just question me whenever he wanted.

"Just because it doesn't involve my brother doesn't mean it's not wrong! Your plan to expose Edward as gay, whether it's true or not, is still bullying!"

My eyes narrowed at him. "And since when have you had a problem with that?" I asked him. "If I recall, you've always been there when we needed to put people in their place."

Emmett visibly winced at my statement and looked out my window. "Maybe I'm trying to change," he murmured as he turned and left.

His last words repeated themselves in my head for hours. Just yesterday I had this inexplicable urge to change who I was, but I brushed that off. And now Emmett says the same thing to me?

I looked at my phone and debated telling Edward that I was joking earlier, but I decided against it. Regardless of what Emmett thought, for now, I was going to continue on with this little game of mine.

The next morning I ended up getting ready almost an hour before my first class started. I knew that Edward always got there early, so I didn't bother leaving yet. I needed him to be there before me.

After wasting enough time lounging around, I headed to school. As I walked through the hallway toward class, I noticed Emmett and Rose talking outside the door. I considered stopping to talk to them, but I had more important things to do.

As I walked into class, I saw Edward looking out the window as he does every morning for whatever reason. He looked directly at me as I approached my seat next to his and I winked at him.

He appeared to blush before turning to stare back out the window. Man, this was going to be so much easier than I thought.

I "accidentally" brushed his shoulder with my arm as I walked past his desk to sit in my own. I thought I saw him shudder at the touch, but by the time I looked at him again he seemed perfectly calm.

I smirked to myself as the teacher began to check attendance.

Edward eyed me warily while I continued to stare at the board as if nothing had happened. After a few minutes I noticed him pull out his cell phone and read a text message. Curiosity got the better of me and I leaned over to see if I could read it.

My eyes widened and my breath hitched. I only saw two words before he quickly shoved the phone back in his pocket.

"Sender: Emmett"