A/N: This story has no Beta. All spelling errors and mistakes are my own.

P.S The hate for Edward is mutual!


Bella POV

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all.
I was stuck in high school with the one boy who had the power to break my heart. The one boy, who, with his words succeeded in breaking my heart. I left school, mentally kicking myself for what happened in Biology. In theory, it was a good idea, to call him out. But as soon as I did, I immediately regretted it.
I scurried back to my seat next to Alice as fast as my feet could carry me, almost tripping over the table in the process.
My face burned with humiliation. The whole class didn't need to know my personal details. My father's personal details. Why couldn't I have said I was here because...okay, I had no other idea. But still!
When I got back to Alice, she smiled sympathetically and pulled me into a hug, whispering her apologies.

"Hey, Bells." My dad kissed the top of my head and sat his bag of pills down on the table.
"Hey. How was chemo?" I asked, eyeing the bag.
"It was okay. I haven't had any side effects yet, so that's good." He chuckled, examining a bottle of painkillers.
"When have you to go back?"
"I've to see Dr. Cullen tomorrow, I think he wants to talk about the surgery again."
I nodded, picking at the skin around my nail, "Do you want me to go with you?"
"You have school, Bells. I'll be fine. Speaking of which, how was your first day?" He grinned, sitting down in the chair next to me.
"Fine." I breathed, "I'm not behind on anything, which is good."
My dad smiled, "Good stuff, kiddo. I'm starving," He muttered, standing, "I'm gonna put on some pasta. Do you want some?"
I shook my head, "Nah. I'm good. I had a big lunch." I lied.
He cocked a brow, but nodded anyway, "Suit yourself."

We spent the night watching shitty movies on tv. And by shitty, I mean shitty. Some horror movie where the lead gets killed by her husband.
"The special effects are crap." My dad sighed, shaking his head.
"You're the one that wanted to watch this." I laughed, reaching for the popcorn.
He rolled his eyes, "I know."
I glanced at the clock and almost died. 11pm. "Uh, dad?"
"Yeah?"
"It's late. We should get to bed." I switched the tv off and stood, stretching my muscles.
"Yeah." He yawned as he stood, "Sorry. I didn't realise."
I smiled as he put his arm around me, "Don't apologise. Despite the shitty movie, I had fun."
He kissed the top of my head, "Good night, kid. I'm gonna get a glass of water."
I nodded and made my way up to my bedroom, yawning to myself. I shut the door and leaned against it. School tomorrow. Edward tomorrow.
I wasn't sure if I would be able to hold my own again.
I changed into my sweats and crawled into bed, hugging myself to sleep.

The heat here is unbearable. Even showering proves to be an effort.
I stood under the shower, contemplating how I was going to tackle today.
Just get through my classes, and hide out at lunch, and run right back home. It seemed great in theory, but I forgot about Alice. She would be all over me like a rash.
I stepped out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel. After brushing my teeth, I stood staring at my reflection, wondering when the hell my nose got sunburn.
After dressing, I made my way down to the kitchen. I still wasn't used to this house. I wonder how long it would take me.
"Hey kid." My dad coughed.
"Are you okay?" I furrowed my brows.
"Yeah, yeah." He mumbled, getting himself a glass of water. He doubled over the sink coughing, and choking for breath.
"Dad!" I hurried to him, putting my hand on his back, "Dad, seriously. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Bells." He choked, "I'm just..." He coughed again, spitting blood into the sink, "It's just a cough."
"It's not a cough!" I screeched, grabbing the phone, "I'm calling an ambulance."
With shaky hands, I dialled 911 and hoped to all Gods an ambulance would show up quickly.
"It's fine, kid." My dad, leaned against the unit, wiping his mouth before another cough started. What the hell was happening?

I paced the waiting room, back and forth, for what felt like a century. The ambulance arrived, took his blood pressure and then whisked him away to the hospital. What if it had spread to his lungs? He was goosed.
I shook my head, don't think like that.
He had to be okay. He had to be.
"Miss Swan?"
I turned to see Dr. Cullen walking toward me.
"Is he okay? What's wrong?" I crossed my arms, unfolded them, and crossed them again. God, I was fidgety.
Dr. Cullen smiled, "Absolutely nothing. What your father was experiencing was a side effect from the anticoagulants."
"The anti-what?"
"The Warfarin prescribed to prevent blood clotting." He explained.
I sighed in relief, "So, what happens now? He was meant to be getting surgery scheduled today. Will that get pushed back?"
"I was hoping to have the surgery scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, but we're now looking at Friday, next Monday at the latest." He wrote something down in his chart and smiled warmly at me, "Breathe, Miss Swan. Your father is okay."
"Bella." I breathed, "It's Bella."
Dr. Cullen nodded, "Bella. Well, you can go in and see your father if you'd like." He gestured towards one of the hospital rooms, "Right in there."
"Thanks." I smiled, walking into the room.
My father smiled widely when he saw me, "Hey, kiddo!"
"You scared me, Dad." I sighed, sitting beside him on the bed, "Don't do that again. Please."
He took my hand in his and shook his head, "I won't." He had an IV in, and a sick bowl by his bed. "You're eighteen soon, right?"
I scoffed, "Yeah. Next week." Not that I was counting the days or anything.
"What do you wanna do?" He asked, squeezing my hand.
"Nothing. I don't want to do anything. We can just order pizza or something." I smiled, laying down next to him.
"Okay. If that's what you want to do, kid."
As long as I was with my dad, I didn't care what the hell I did for my birthday.

Visiting hours were over and I was reluctant to leave. Even though he was okay, I didn't want to go in case anything happened.
"We'll take good care of him." The nurse smiled, holding the door open for me.
I nodded and glanced over at my dad who was sound asleep. "Call me if anything happens." I whispered, walking out into the hallway.
The hospital was quiet and empty except from the nurses catching up on paperwork.
I pushed open the main door and took a deep breath. Even at night it was humid.
I didn't want to go back home. Back to that big empty house, alone. I chewed my lip and began walking. I didn't know where the hell I was going, I just needed to clear my head.
Just go home, Swan.
No. I couldn't face it. It was like life was foreshadowing something that I didn't want to believe. I had to let it go. I had to find a way to breathe.
I continued walking, passing open bars. The smell of stale alcohol and cigarettes was somewhat inviting. I rounded the corner and that's when I spotted him, leaning against a brick wall.
"Hey man." He grinned going in for a hand shake.
"Hey." The other guy smirked, pocketing something.
I knew immediately what was going down. I wanted to be part of it. The dealer stood, talking in quiet whispers to the other guy. I stayed far enough away that I could watch them without being noticed.
"Well, thanks for this Jake. I owe you." The guy patted his shoulder and stumbled off into the night.
I straightened up and walked calmly towards this Jake character. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders, allowing my confidence to build. I could do this. How hard could it be?
No, Swan.
"Hey!"
Jake turned and rolled his eyes, "What do you want, princess?"
Princess? I scoffed, "I'm hardly a princess." I retorted, crossing my arms, "I want in." I nodded toward his pocket and smirked.
He was hot. Really hot. His hair was dark, sitting in disarray, his skin sallow and his muscles. Fuck, don't get me started on his muscles.
He chuckled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black skinny jeans, "What are you talking about?" He leaned back against the wall and watched me carefully.
"I saw you deal something to that guy. I want something."
"I can't help you." He shook his head and began walking away.
"Wait!" I grabbed his arm, pulling him back, "I've just moved here. I can't exactly get my old dealer from Washington to help me out, can I?" I lied. I never had a dealer. Unless you want to call Mike a dealer.
Jake sighed, putting his hands into his leather jacket, "How old are you?"
"Eighteen." Well, in a week I would be.
Jake studied me carefully, his deep brown eyes turning softer as he took pity on me. "What're you after?"
"Just some weed." I mumbled, that's it. That's all I wanted. Just something to get me slightly buzzed and numb.
Jake sighed, "You've picked your poison." He muttered, discreetly handing me the small bag.
"How much?" I question, lifting my head to look at his face.
"It's on me…for now."
We exchanged numbers and said our goodbye.
Well done, now what are you going to do?
I'm gonna get wasted. That's what I'm gonna fucking do.
I stared at his number in my phone. I had a feeling I'd be calling this 'Jacob Black' for another score very, very soon.

Being stoned by yourself is not as fun as I thought it would be. Sure it calmed me down and allowed me to forget some things, but hitting the munchies at 3am when there's only broccoli in the fridge is not good. Not good at all. I never went to bed when I got home, I stayed up, enjoying my high.
I glanced at the clock, "Shit." I was late for school. I pulled on my jeans and shirt, grabbed my bag and hurried out of the door. My eyes were bloodshot and swollen, and my hair looked like a rat's nest but I didn't give a fuck.
Fix it when I get to school.
The halls were empty when I arrived. Everyone was in class. I was an hour late.
Maybe if I just sat in the library until next period it wouldn't look as bad. I was so not going to crash into a class halfway through.
I ditched some stuff in my locker and ascended the stairs to the library.
The librarian smiled at me as I walked in. I scanned the shelves, looking for something that would keep me occupied for the next hour.
Once I settled on Hamlet, I sat down at one of the empty desks and began reading. Well, it looked like I was reading. The words on the page seemed to move around, forming new words. Was I still high? I rubbed my eyes, trying to get my senses about me. It was no use, the words didn't stay where they were supposed to. I shut the book with a sigh.
"Hamlet's shit anyway." A voice muttered from behind me.
Asshole.
I didn't respond. I crossed my arms on the table and stared at my closed book as he sat across from me.
"What happened to you yesterday?" Edward asked.
I looked up at him, forgetting how to breathe when my eyes locked into his, "I…I…"
Fuck off, Swan. Use your words.
"I had some stuff to deal with." I mumbled, playing with the corner of the front page.
"Bella…I wanted to apologise for what I said to you. I didn't know that-"
"Don't." I snapped, "Don't even think about it. You don't get to apologise. You don't get to feel pity or remorse or anything about this situation." I whispered angrily. He had some fucking nerve thinking I would run into his open arms, and accept any form of apology. He jumped to conclusions and that was his problem, not mine.
Edward sighed, dragging his hand through his hair, "If I had've know, I-"
"You what? Wouldn't have called me a stalker? Wouldn't have made me feel about two inches tall? God, Edward, fuck off." I wanted to punch his pretty little face. He made his feelings perfectly clear the other day. If anything, this 'apology' was just making me angrier about the whole situation.
"Why do you even care anyway?" I sighed, shaking my head, "It's not like I mean anything to you, right?" I muttered, throwing his words back at him.
Edward looked down at the table, a frown creeping it's way onto his face, "I guess not."
I turned away from him, "Shouldn't you be in class anyway?"
"Shouldn't you?" He retorted, "And by the way," He stood up, grabbing his books, "You look like shit." He chuckled as he started walking away.
"Fuck you." I whispered, but I don't think he heard me.
Fuck him to the deepest black hole on earth.

Alice grabbed my hand and dragged me to the table, "Where were you yesterday? I had to sit through Calculus alone!" She pouted, wrapping herself around Jasper's arm.
Jasper sighed, "This was all I heard yesterday." He mumbled, picking at his burger.
I smiled, "Sorry. I had a thing." I waved my hand, dismissing the conversation, "Did I miss anything?"
Rosalie sat down next to me, slamming her tray onto the table, "I swear, if Emmett so much as tries to get me to go out tonight I'm gonna castrate him." She growled. I stared at her in surprise, what happened to the sweet girl from Art class? What happened to her in the space of a day?
Alice rolled her eyes, "What's happened now?"
"The big idiot took me out last night and spent more time checking out the waitress than having an actual conversation with me. He said he was gonna make it up to me tonight but-"
"Oh, sweetie!" Alice shook her head, "You just have to dress to impress." She wiggled her eyebrows and grinned. What the fuck was going on right now? I dragged my hand through my hair, my fingers getting caught in all the knots.
Yeah, attractive.
Edward arrived then, with who I assumed was Emmett.
"Hey!" He grinned, "You're Bella, right?"
I nodded.
"Emmett Cullen." He extended his giant hand for a handshake.
I put my hand in his and almost cried out from the pain he inflicted. Jesus Christ, he was unaware of his own strength.
"Anyway, you better not bail on me for Biology, Bella." Alice pointed her fork at me and frowned.
I smirked, "Of course not."
Emmett grinned again, turning his attention from Rosalie to me, "So, how are you liking Phoenix?"
I glanced at Edward, he was staring at his lunch so intently that I thought it was secretly offending him, "It could be better. Not really a fan of the weather." I responded, looking back to Emmett.
"You'll get used to it." He nodded, taking a bite of his burger.
Rosalie scowled at him, "You're such an idiot."
I stared at my lap, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
"Are you okay?" Jasper asked, watching me.
I nodded, "Fine."
"How's your dad?" Alice asked, surprising me. All five sets of eyes were suddenly staring right at me.
I squirmed under their gaze, "He's…okay."
"Good. I'm glad to hear that." Alice smiled, pushing her tray away.
I nodded in thanks, feeling awkward.
"Is that why you weren't here yesterday Did something happen to him?" Edward asked, raising a brow. Seriously, again with the questions? Why couldn't he just shut up?
"No." I answered through clenched teeth, "And it's none of your business anyway."
Emmett chuckled, elbowing Edward in the ribs "You've met your match, Cullen."

I snorted to myself. He was hardly my match. Not anymore, anyway.