EPOV

After two week of unreturned phone calls, emails and texts, I decided that I would just show up at her house, hoping that she would finally let me explain. Just as I was lifting my hand to knock on the door, it opened.

"Can I help you?" A woman, who I assumed would be Bella's mother asked. She was also looking me up and down disapprovingly, as if she could sense the fact that I was of a lower class than she was.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Bella. Is she home?"

A look of acknowledgement crossed her features.

"You're Edward, right?"

"Yes?" Why it came out sounding more like a question, I had no idea.

"So you're responsible for the countless hours Isabella had spent in her room for the last few days."

"Yes? I just need to talk to her. I just wanted to explain…."

"Save your breath dear. She doesn't wasn't to talk to you. I told her this would happen, but of course she wouldn't listen."

"I….I just want to see her. Please."

"I can't let you do that. Now please leave. I would hate to involve security." And with that, she breezed past me and into the elevator. I waited until I knew that she was downstairs in the lobby, when I tried knocking again. This time, she answered.

"Hello Bella."

Just as she was about to shut the door in my face, I stuck my foot out stopping it.

"Please, let me explain."

"What's left to explain? You all think I'm some evil bitch with no feelings. You made that perfectly clear with that photo."

"I told you that wasn't me. Why would I do something like that?"

"Because you resent anyone who has more money than you! Wait…" she looked shocked that the words had left her mouth, but it was too late to take them back now.

"No, you've made it perfectly clear. I have to go. Some of us actually have to work as opposed to sitting in your giant penthouse, worrying about superficial shit, while the outside world deals with real problems. Have a nice life."

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"Edward, you wanna take any longer with those fish? We got a lot of angry rich folk out there."

"Almost done. Douchebag." I guess it was a good thing that my boss was busy. If he heard me call him that, I would be fired.

"What's wrong with you?" Emmett asked, brandishing his knife around. Being the biggest idiot that he was, I was surprised he managed not to hurt himself all the time.

"Nothing."

"Did you get your period?"

"Piss off Emmett!"

"You're so touchy today! Did you get you period?"

I threw a spatula at him. He should be glad that it was the only thing within my reach.

"Okay, okay. Be all brooding and shit." He said, putting his hands up in surrender. "But I bet it's about Bella. Am I right?"

I snorted. "You want to talk about my relationship with Bella, and I'm the girl?"

"Trying to be a good friend here. Seriously what happened?"

"Are you two ladies done gossiping? Because food needs to be served. Socialise in your own time." Boss yelled from across the room, resulting in Emmett flipping him off.

"Wanna grab a beer after work? I can normally sneak a couple drinks from my uncle's bar."

"Sounds like a plan. Now can you hand me that plate?"

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"She insulted me Emmett. Here I was, trying to be all gentlemanly, and she brings up the money issue."

"But you just got her more angry with your response. I say call her. It's been a couple of hours, maybe she's cooled off."

I snorted, taking a pull of my beer.

"She's made it pretty clear that she doesn't want to talk to me."

"Dude you don't know that. None of us know half the crazy shit that goes through girl's minds. They are crazy!"

"And that's why I should leave it. She'll call me whenever she wants. If this relationship means as much to her as she said it does, she'll reach out first."

Emmett put his beer down and looked right at me. Which could only mean one thing. He was about to get all Ghandi on me.

"You both sound like immature little children right now. Be the bigger person and reach out to her. I gotta go. But think about what I said." He stood up and walked out the door. If Emmett thought that we were being immature, maybe he was right. I pulled my phone out all ready to call her, when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. I was surprised they were calling me. We hadn't spoken in a while.

"Hi. Long time no talk. What's up?"

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BPOV

I spent the better part of the night sitting in my room, mentally slapping myself for not hearing him out and insulting him in the process. I knew that Edward wasn't the guy I was accusing him of being. He was nothing but a gentleman, making it clear that my family's money wasn't a big deal. Maybe I should call him and apologise. We were both angry, and said things that we didn't mean.

I sat up in my bed and took my phone out of its charger. I was pulling up Edward's number on my phone, when it started to ring. Surprise, surprise, it was my mother. Probably demanding to know why I wasn't at the latest charity event for a cause that no one even cared for. Ah, the glamorous world of the wealthy.

"Hi mom, what's up?"

"Darling!" oh god, she was drunk. "Why aren't you here? Were all having a wonderful time. And I know that there is someone here who is dying to meet you." She giggled.

"I told you, I had to study."

"You're young and beautiful. Collage can wait. We need to find you a nice boy from a good family. Do you remember the Parsons? Well Austin, you remember Austin…"

I cut her off. Really didn't need to hear about Austin. In all honesty, I had no idea who he was.

"If I said I was coming, will you stop talking?"

"That's all I ask. I had a dress couriered over. Your father said it was inappropriate for a grown woman, so I guess you could have it. But make sure you wear one of those push up bras I got you for your birthday. It'll help you fill out the dress a little better. Oh and wear pretty underwear. We don't need to see pantylines Isabella."

Dear god she was encouraging me to slut it up at a charity event. What was wrong with my mother?

I sighed. "Fine. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

"Fabulous. See you soon darling."

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A couple of hours later, I was surrounded my Manhattans wealthiest individuals. Yet all I could think about was Edward. Even the ever-boring conversation that Austin was attempting to start could keep my attention. While he was good looking, in an Abercrombie and Fitch kind of way, he still was no Edward. Austin was trying to start a conversation about his recent trip to The Hamptons (how very cultured of him), I cut him off and excused myself.

This was getting dull. No one here to talk to, and Austin was doing my head in. I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialled Edward's number.

"Hello?" I pulled the phone back from my ear to make sure that I called the right number. Because that distinctly female voice was definitely not Edward.

"Hi, is Edward there?"

"Just a second." She pulled the phone away from her ear to call for Edward. I heard mumbled voices and he picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Who was that?"

"Bella?"

"Not an answer to my question. Who is she?"

"Jesus, calm down Bella."

"Calm down?! Calm down?! One argument and you've already moved on? Who do you think you are?"

"It shouldn't matter remember? All I care about is how much money you have cause I'm poor! We cant all be the upper crust of New York Bella."

She laughed sarcastically. "You just remember that you'll never do better than me. You're just jealous that you're a nobody! I don't need to put up with this. Have a nice life!" and with that I hung up on him.

Since he found moving on so easy, I snagged a glass on champagne from a passing waiter and downed it in one. I walked to where Austin was standing, surrounded by a number of different girls and grabbed him by his tie and pulled him into the hallway, where I then proceeded to make out with him.

"That was unexpected." He said.

"I just remember how well we got along. Wanna go somewhere more private?"

"I could think of nothing I'd like better."