Here we are people. Start of hell? Hmm...
CHAPTER 7 SETTLING IN
BPOV
"Are you shitting me? I have to endure living ten weeks with Edward Cullen?" That's just unacceptable.
"What's wrong with that?" asks Alice over the phone. "Just look at it like this. Ten weeks with Edward – suck it up. Do that and our apartment will be fixed before spring break. Hell, Eleazar even said he'll replace the lost appliances. Please B, TEN WEEKS! Only ten weeks."
I grimace. There's no problem with the house 'cause it's almost as big as ours, but the owner… Aaarrghh!
"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I gave Charlie the telephone number of Edward's apartment."
I sigh in resignation. "You really had to tell him about this."
"He had to know!" she argues. "Okay, I'll bye-bye now. Muah."
I exhale loudly as she ends the call. Why does this have to happen to me, of all people?
"There's frozen pizza in the fridge. Just help yourself," Edward shouts from his room. Wow. At least he's trying to be civil.
Eh. Who am I kidding?
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