Making my way back to Jake's apartment wasn't the difficult part. It was having to think and rethink what I'm doing that got me going mad. First off, why was I so sure Jake would even allow me back in the apartment? Second, why would I go to Jake? Why couldn't I try to get into Alice's life once again, and meet the new Rose?

It was weird. Rose was different, which I was expecting, but Alice? She was practically the same person; strong headed, stubborn, demanding and more. She was my Alice. My best friend. I just needed time to remind her of that. With Victoria gone my messages were less bloated. Mike texted every once in a while but nothing harsh since he believed I was with Victoria. That gave me a good reason to just turn off my phone for a while and forget about everything but my target. Jake.

I ran up the apartment stairs two at a time until I reached the door I had slammed not too long ago. I couldn't believe this has only been one day. If every day was like this I would need shots of Advil. I started knocking. You know, knocking like those obnoxious trick-a-treaters? I was probably ten times worse.

The door flung open with a shirtless Jake scratching the back of his head. He saw me and his eyes widened. I could tell he was contemplating shutting the door in my face but he decided to open it wider.

"C'mon. Get in."

"Really?" Honestly, I couldn't believe it. I really couldn't. The guy I hated was the guy I loved at the moment. Jake just arched his eyebrows,

"Really." He teased. I broke out into a huge grin and stepped inside. He closed the door behind me and started picking up clothes from the ground and placing them on his white sheets. He had changed the sheets…huh. Clean guy.

"I love your apartment." I said awkwardly, though I did like it. He had a huge window, taking over the whole wall and looking over the city. In the middle of the room was his kind sized bed with a little bed side table. Across the bed was a long shelf with a T.V on top and Law books placed neatly and alphabetically. Definitely a different Jake.

"Are you okay?" He asked. This time he wasn't asking because I said something wrong. He sounded genuinely worried. I turned around to look at him, but his back was turned towards me, his eyes busy searching for food in the fridge.

"I'm just sorry about this morning. Really, really sorry." This seemed to catch his attention. He turned around, turkey in one hand and cheese in the other, and looked at me.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that? I swear you just said you're sorry." I couldn't help it. I let out a loud laugh. He smiled brightly in return and started making a sandwich.

"and I broke up with Mike."

"Uh-huh?" he didn't look up, just kept making the sandwich. I realized he was making four but I didn't question it.

"do I say that a lot?" I asked slowly. He looked up again and gave a tiny grin. I took that as a yes. I also took in the fact that he looked insanely hot making those sandwiches. The white shorts he was wearing brought his tan, and his upper body was enough as it is. I still loved Edward, and I would do anything to get him back, but Jake was just pretty to look at. Pretty, and for the moment, sweet. You win some you lose some right? If only I could bring this Jake back with me.

"Okay so I didn't actually break up with him. But I did move out."

"Where are your things?" Things? Aw crap!

"I left in such a hurry. I-"

"Bella it's fine. You could always get the clothes back when you're ready to go back there." But that was it. I wasn't planning on going back there…ever. I was planning on staying in the apartment building of an ex boyfriend I hated just until I can get my Edward back and move in with him. Maybe new Bella wasn't so different from old Bella. Maybe this is just who I am. Jake seemed to see the fear in my eye and came over with one sandwich. He touched my cheek softly with the back of his hand and held out the sandwich with the other.

"Eat. You'll feel better." I couldn't tell him I already stuffed down a thousand calories with those pancakes, but he looked so sincere. I took it and smiled.

"What about the other three?"

"Bella! Whoa. They're for me!" I smiled again, not believe how much I smiled in just a couple minutes.

"Jake?" I asked timidly as he turned around and headed for the small kitchen to grab his food and a beer. He just let out a small grunt for a yeah.

"Would you mind if I," oh boy, "if I stay here for a while?" I could partically hear his swallowing from here. "I'm sorry. That was too much to ask. Especially after this morning. I'm so stupid-"

"As in spend nights here?" Not like I haven't already. I nodded. He thought about it for about five minutes. By that time he was on his third sandwich and second beer.

"Okay." The world stopped. I had finally accomplished one thing since I got here! I wanted to jump and dance, but instead I headed over to him and hugged him. Orange juice stained shirt and all, I hugged him tightly. I felt his strong arms cradle me for a beat too long and backed away.

"But there're rules." I said strictly.

"But it's my building-"

"We don't have sex. We don't make out. We don't do anything inappropriate or sexual. I'll sleep on one corner of the bed and you on the other. Got it?"

"What are we? Twelve?" I slapped his strong shoulder gently.

"I just need this. I didn't know who else I could trust to go to." I was getting good at this lying-not lying thing. He looked sad for a moment. His eyes glowed when I hugged him, so he loved new Bella, but I just couldn't hurt this New Jake. So as long as we followed my rules, it would be okay. I wouldn't lead him on, and he could have his space.

"Fine. But I get to bring girls over. And when I do I ask for privacy."

"Hey, you got it." I agreed, "but none spend the night. I need a bed too and I'm not about to cuddle with two."

"Bella, Bella, Bella. Don't you know that you're the only girl who actually stayed nights?" See? That could have been madly romantic if we didn't just talk about the girls he'll be bring here.

"Anyway, moving on. If you bring a girl home, you change the sheets."

"You said home," He smiled, "starting to feel like you're at home?"

"Shut up." I said jokingly. He just laughed and turned around to clean the mess he had made. For some odd reason, coming to Jake for help has been the best decision I had made so far today.

It has been two hours since I came to Jake for help. He left two minutes ago to discuss something about a new criminal case that caught his attention with his buddies, telling me he'll be back later. I just nodded and started fiddling through his books. Tell you the truth? Law wasn't for me. It never was. I found no interest reading about the amendments or the court cases that happened. Sure they're important. Just not for me. So I got up and noticed Jake's lap top right by the T.V. That wasn't what caught my attention. On top of it was a little post-it note that said,

Call Edward. Needs fixing.

There was no way Jake and Edward could be friends. Early this morning he knew I hated him. Did he ever actually tease Edward though? He never called him a loser or anything. That was Victoria… Edward and Jake were friends, and Edward was good with computers. Which means that he could help me find the woman who put me in these life. That is, of course, if he was actually willing to help me.

Despite that I was actually happy. Now I didn't have to make up a reason to meet up with Edward in an hour. I could actually ask for a legitimate favor.

Quickly I got up and ran towards Jake's closet. There had to be something in here that was mine if I kept spending the night. Of course it had to be a walk in closet, making my life that much more difficult. I stripped out of the stained shirt but kept the skirt since I couldn't fit into Jake's pants. When I was about to just put my shirt back on and deal with the fact that I smell like orange juice, I saw a button up plaid shirt.

"Yes!" I put it on and watched it cover up my body. Quickly I tied it form the back and tucked it into my shirt to make myself look somewhat presentable. I ran into the bathroom and smoothed down my frizzy hair. Angry, I tied it up in a loose ponytail and washed my face. Okay. Thirty minutes till I meet up with Edward. Time to walk to the school.

As I trotted awkwardly down the streets of New York, bumping into people now and then, smelling the stench of cigarettes, and giving a dollar or two to some homeless people, I thought about how to begin a conversation with Edward. In the past it was never hard. Hell, talking to him at school was great. He would leave the guys just to joke with me. Walk me to close even though his was on the other side of the school. He would even carry my lunch when I was feeling like a pack mule. We would discuss the funniest, weirdest, and slightly lame things. I forgot he was the popular jock when I was with him. He forgot that I was the poor girl that people looked up to. We were just nobodies together. Blissfully happy.

I finally made it onto the compass and entered the school of my dreams. As I walked many said hi and simply walked away, not giving me a second glance. It was almost as if they were scared of me and of what I would possibly say. I sucked down the feeling and kept walking until I made it to the library. Edward would be coming in fifteen minutes. I could do this. Yet, as I peeked inside the library to see who was in there, Edward was already in there, climbing the many stairs to the next level.

Holy hell this place was beautiful. It was squared, with books rising and rising on infinite book shelves. Stairs leading up made it different levels were couches and tables were placed by books and more books. Computers and everything were sitting, touched by almost every student in here. Silently, I walked inside and headed after Edward. He seemed to sense my presence, for he turned around quickly. This caught me off guard and I took a step back, tripping on a stair. There was no way I could keep myself up, gravity was just winning. But then Edward's familiar arms circled me as he pulled me into him, stopping my painful fall. Around nobody was paying attention, too busy in their studies. I was grateful for that. Edward seeing my pathetic fall was bad enough.

Then I remembered where I was. In Edward's arms. My head tucked safely in the crook of his neck. I inhaled his minty fresh scent and grabbed onto him. He tensed, bringing me back to my senses. I pulled away, still oh so close to him. So close I could just lift crane my neck and touch his perfect lips to mine. That was a dream of course, since he took an extra step to get away.

"Thank you." I breathed. He just nodded. "Um, thanks for coming too." Early at that. Though I was getting the vibe he didn't come early for me. Edward, even as a jock, loved books. This was at least something natural.

"Should we…" he pointed up, aiming to say go up the stairs. I finished his thought by nodding.

"Edward," I whispered, keeping up with him. His long legs covered much more ground then my short ones. "I just need help finding somebody." I could tell this intrigued him.

"You need my help tracking somebody down?"

"Yup." We made it to a silent hall with nobody around and he sat down on the couch. I liked the view. The view of him in a light blue sweater and faded blue jeans. It was charming and brought out the light in his beautiful emerald eyes. Before I got lost in them I sat down by a computer and used my old log in, hoping it worked. It did.

"I don't work for the Special forces, Bella." He leaned forward, elbows on his spread thighs. His glasses fell off his face a bit. Oh God. Can I actually do this? All I want to do is jump him. Which would be so awkward since every room is glass, which means no privacy, and now Edward hopping.

"But you are amazing with computers! I'll pay you." I begged. "I have almost five hundred in my wallet. It's all yours." His eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses with a cough.

"You're willing to give me five hundred for a search?" I'm willing to give you anything, Edward.

"Wait… do you want more? I'm sure I could deposit some more cash and-"

"No. No, no. Five hundred is too much."

"After what I've done to you? I should be giving you much more than cash." See, I realized after saying that that I sounded like a complete slut. He noticed too by the way his cheeks flushed, making him look insanely edible. "Okay, so didn't mean it that way." I buried my face in my hands and breathed. From the corner of my eye I could see him readjust. What? I wasn't sure, but I didn't have time right now. He still hated me, and I still needed help.

"Of course not." He said quietly, "I'll do it."

"Seriously?" Just making sure… but he seemed convinced. He rubbed his palms together and looked up at me, really looking into my eyes.

"I need the money and you can supply it. That's all there is to it." So this Edward was poor. Poor and nerdy. Poor and nerdy and soon to be mine.

"So do we get started now?" I asked. The sooner I find this woman the better. Whomever she is, she's my only way out.

"Yeah. I only have 'till seven. I need to meet up with somebody." He looked at me probably wondering why he needed to tell me that. I sure as hell didn't know why. But he just rubbed the back of his neck and got up, walking towards me. He picked up a chair and set it by mine, not too close, but good enough for now, and straddled it. Old habits never change, do they? He brought the keyboard over to him and started typing.

"Who are we looking for?" I loved that he said "we". It made me feel like we were part of something.

"Fortune tellers nearby. I just need a list of them."

"And you couldn't have done this on your own?" No Edward, because if I did this on my own I wouldn't be able to be with you. And if I'm not with you I'll go crazy.

"I'm looking for a certain fortune teller. I don't know her name, I just know her face." He turned his head to the side to look at me and let out a breath,

"You're so different." He whispered. I tried my best not to look down at his lips but he was dangerously close. The more I looked into his eyes the more I leaned forward. Obviously this isn't what he wanted. Her jerked back and typed what I needed.

"Thanks for doing this."

"For the money." He said quickly, not looking at me.

"Yeah. Money." I mumbled, hoping he couldn't hear me. Even if he did he ignored it.

"Alright, I found you a list but I can't get the pictures up. It seems they're blocked, so I'll have to work it on my lap top in the dorms."

"What if you just print the list and I go knocking on each of their doors?"

"Well because you would be knocking on doors for your whole college life. There are two hundred results in New York, but since this woman could have been traveling I looked up Pennsylvania, Vermont, New Hampshire, New Jersey, Delaware, and Rhode Island." Of course she could be traveling, why didn't I think of that?

"So our search results are?"

"three thousand."

"Oh My God." I groaned, tucking at the roots of my hair. "How in the world do I narrow that down?" He started typing again and soon enough the results went down to two thousand and forty. I noticed he took off all of the deceased. Maybe mine was dead? From the way her eyes turned white she was definitely not sane.

"We could start with why you want a fortune teller." Brown eyes clashed with green once again as I looked at him.

"She did something to me, and I need her help to unwind it." His face looked perplexed. His fingers spread out and laid on the keyboard.

"You want everything back to the way it was." He said. I let out a laugh,

"Yes! Yes I do!"

"To bring back the Bella everyone hates." My smile faded as I inched back in my chair, away from him slightly.

"No. No I don't want that Bella back ever. I want the Bella who…" who you loved.

"Who what? Tormented the school? Teased and joked about nothing amusing? Bitched and talked shit?" This mad Edward was killing me. He hurt me with every word even though I knew he didn't mean to. I couldn't explain anything to him. He would think I was pranking him or something. Maybe asking for help was a bad idea.

"I want to be myself again. I can't explain it, but I want to change and be better. I want to apologize to everyone I've hurt. But I need to be back in my world again."

"This isn't your world Bella. It's Gods. You're just the bitch who decided to ruin it." He harshly slid the keyboard back in place and got up. He lifted his black, ripped up back up and placed it on one shoulder.

"Are you leaving?" I tried not to cry, but the more I held it in the more the tears doubled inside.

"I need my lap top. We're heading back to my dorm." Just saying that lifted my hopes,

"You're still going to help me?"

"Money, remember?" He fixed his glasses once again and headed down the stairs. I, once again. chased after him. I admired his back side as I tried to keep up. His wide shoulders and perfect butt. The way he had the athletic build and perfect proportion. I was also excited that I was going to be inside Edward's dorm room. Alone. Not that this Edward would do anything anyway, but it was still private. Along the way random people would come up and talk to Edward, asking him questions about this and that. He stopped and answered politely, joked a bit, and kept walking. Nobody acknowledged me. Nobody wanted to. By the time we reached his door I developed an anxiety attack. I was beginning to lose hope in this search and in Edward.

He unlocked the door and made his way in, shoving aside dirty clothes. I couldn't help it, I was disgusted. But then the tiny room led to another room. A clean and organized room where I could actually breathe. Where everything smelled like Edward.

"If you don't have money how can you afford a suite?" I asked, then took it back knowing it wasn't my business. Edward didn't seem to mind though. He headed over to his lap top and turned it on, sitting in his leather seat.

"Friend of my fathers'. Father of my best friend." So his best friend is a slob. And only God knows who. I just nodded, seeing he wasn't really interested in talking with me about this. I was about to go and sit on the bed when I stopped myself and just awkwardly stood behind his chair. I looked over his shoulder but kept my distance. I saw that he had the same page on as he did in the library. He must have sent it to himself while I was distracted

"How do you do face profiling and all that?" I asked.

"Well first you're going to need to tell me what she looked like."

"Her eyes were brown before they turned white. Her hair was curly, long and blondish white. She was probably in her late forties, early fifties. I can't remember much after that. I'm thinking she was a bit overweight, but she was sitting down so I couldn't really tell." Thankfully that was enough information for now. Edward narrowed the search to seven hundred from two thousand. Still a lot, but better. Then he did some more technical stuff I couldn't understand. He didn't ask any more questions and I didn't speak.

A couple minutes past before an image crossed the screen. Imeeditly I stuck out my arms and leaned in closer to the screen. I tapped the lap top screen in excitement. "That's her!" I exclaimed. "That's the woman." Edward screen shot the picture and closed it, continuing on.

"We have a problem." He said. Really?

"But that was her!" I cried again, inching even closer.

"Then so are two hundred more. It seems she had done something to disguise herself. Apparently she's in six places at once, and two hundred different people." I let out a long sigh and groaned once again. That's when I noticed how close I was to Edward. How my chest was pressed up against the chair, my face was right by his neck and ear, and every breath I blew he could feel and hear. I saw Goosebumps appear on his pale, smooth skin. His hands tightened on the mouse and his eyes fluttered shut. Without thinking, without even giving it a second thought, I gently kissed his neck, his ear, his cheek and back again. His lips opened up slightly, but his eyes stayed closed. Hormones taking control of me, I laced my hand through his messy bronze hair and let my tongue and lips travel down his neck. He groaned, loud and hot. As soon as I tilted his head back slightly to reach his mouth he shot up, pushing me back in the process. He didn't push hard but it was enough to get me away and him away.

His breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling. His glasses needed readjusting, and so did another something something, but he did nothing. He just stared. Then he slid both hands through his hair and sunk into the bed.

"What's going on, Bella?" His voice was muffled, but he continued pulling on that amazing hair. I wanted to step closer and free his hands so I could just hold them, but I dared not another step.

"I like you so much, Edward." I rubbed a tear away before he could see. "I need you in my life."

"I can't do this. Not with you." He looked up the same moment he got up. He shut off the lap top, not before saving the files, and grabbed onto his phone and keys.

"Why not?" I whimpered, "Why can't we try?" The intensity in his eyes was all that kept my hope burning with life. That intensity showed me something was there.

"I'm seeing somebody," Okay. That's a total bullet in the head, "and so are you. I can't date somebody who did all those things to me, and is now sleeping with two people. We don't belong together, Bella. We are not a match, or a fit, or anything. Again, I can't do this. Not with you. Not ever."