Disclaimer: All the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, and this story line originally belongs to dreamscribbler (link in profile). Again, if you missed the last A/N above the story, dreamscribbler wrote chapters one through thirteen.

BPOV

"Bella." His voice made my name sound like words in a song.

"Bella wake up." That didn't seem right.

"BELLA!" I jumped up to find my roommate looking quite frazzled. I was confused for a second then mortified. I did not just have that dream.

"Please tell me I wasn't talking in my sleep."

"You mean you didn't want me to hear you talk your way through your dream about Edward Cullen?"

I closed my eyes, oh no. This was bad. I didn't just dream about him. I dreamed about…well…let's just say it was inappropriate, and not suitable for the family channel. No wonder Angela looked so frazzled. I don't even want to think about what I was saying in my sleep.

I needed to get up and washed and dressed. I knew that if I stayed in bed I would think about that dream and I did NOT want to do that.

I had taken a shower last night after Emmett finally let me out of Edward's room. I was locked in there until around 9pm. He had called Angela and told her to come over to eat Chinese food that he paid for. After we ate he made us stay and watch The Matrix.

When we were allowed to leave Emmett walked us to our room, where there was no sign of James since he left the room when Angela came to join us in Edward's room.

I grabbed my basket that had by toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, and hair ties and face wash in it and put it on my bed. I reached underneath my bed to my clean towel bin to get a hand towel and threw it in the basket.

I knew that if I got dressed now I would splash water all over my clothes so I just kept on my dark grey sweatpants on with a cream colored tank top.

I slipped into my flip-flops and pulled my hair into a messy bun. I then grabbed my basked and made my way to the girl's bathroom.

I noticed on the way there some girl, I think that her name is Crystal, giving me a hateful look and for the life of me I could not figure out what I ever did to her. I had never really spoken to her, except maybe a hello here or a "God bless you," if she sneezed, but surely that didn't warrant the look I was getting from her.

I pushed open the bathroom door and every head turned my way. Three girls proceeded to look me up and down, appraising me. They must have decided that I was not important enough to occupy any more of their attention and they looked away. Five other girls gave me a look that mirrored the one that Crystal had given me in the hallway, there was one girl however who was leaving that looked at me in what looked like admiration.

Since when did my entrance into a room become an event that got everyone's attention? And why did so many people dislike me? What did I do?

I went to stand at the only open sink, but as soon as I approached it one of the girls giving me the death glare stepped in front of it.

"Someone's already using that one," she said condescendingly.

"Oh," I responded. I didn't think it was right for her to be saving a sink for someone who wasn't here, and I think that any other day I would have told her so, but since apparently I had entered a Bella-hating Twilight Zone and this chick had a hot curling iron in her hand which I doubt she would think twice before hurting me with it, I just turned and left.

It wasn't like I didn't have another option of where to get ready. There was a common prep room that was just set up with mirrors and sinks, perfect for what I needed this morning. There usually weren't a lot of girls in there since it was a co-ed room and they were too paranoid about being seen by a guy, especially a football player, before they were 100 ready to be seen.

On my way to the prep room I received more death glares, and I still could not think of what I had done to deserve them.

When I got to the prep room there were just a couple of guys in there, one I didn't know but he looked like he was exhausted, or maybe hung-over. He was trying to brush his teeth but it seemed painful. The other guy was Mike Newton, who was meticulously placing each piece of hair where he wanted it, if you asked me; he was trying way too hard to get that "just-got-out-of-bed-and-ran-my-fingers-through-my-hair" look. When he saw me he smiled, way too big at first, but then it faded as quickly as it came.

"Bella," he nodded.

"Hey Mike," I replied and started brushing my hair.

"So," he started looking uncomfortable, "Who would have guessed right?" I just gave him a confused look. What was he talking about? Did I miss something? "I mean I know I totally didn't see it coming."

"Mike what…?"

"And what does Emmett have to say about this? I think it is a shame. You could definitely do better. I mean-."

He was suddenly cut off by someone entering the room,

"Well, talk to you later Bella," Mike said grabbing his things and rushing out of the room.

That was really strange. What did he mean I could do better? Was this about James? Ugh. Did Emmett tell everyone about him coming to my room yesterday? I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't put fliers around campus offering a reward for whoever convinces me to stay away from him. He was way too overprotective.

But what would make him just leave like that? Unless James just walked in. Mike was never one for a confrontation, at least with another guy. If he disagreed with something I did he had no problem telling me but if it was Emmett he would never even think about telling Emmett.

I could feel nerves building as I turned to see the person who had just entered the room. I dropped my brush when I saw Edward Cullen standing one sink down from me. He was wearing faded blue jeans and a white t-shirt that was fitted to his very well shaped chest, his hair was messier than ever and he had some scruff since he hadn't shaved yet. The nerves in my stomach turned to fluttering as he picked up my brush as handed it to me with that crooked smile on his face. All I could think about was kissing him, which I blame solely on my dream…nightmare…dream…

"Thanks," I managed to mumble as I took my brush and put it in my basket. NO I told myself. I am NOT becoming one of his groupies. I am NOT letting one stupid dream change anything. Who cares if he didn't seem like the jerk I always thought him to be yesterday, or if I did feel him looking at me while we watched the movie? Who cares if I can't stop thinking about him? I decided a long time ago that I would not like Edward Cullen.

"So," I heard him start, "do you come here often?" Was he seriously hitting on me in what was practically a bathroom? I would have been bad except when I turned to face him he looked really curious and I couldn't help but start laughing. I think my reaction made him realize what he said.

"Oh, wow, I didn't mean it like that." He turned red, "I was just wondering if you used this room instead of the bathroom. I… I just can't seem to get my words right lately."

"Do you have that problem often?" I replied not answering his question. I wasn't sure how to explain the recent 'anti-Bella' movement that I had noticed.

"Only around you," he mumbled under his breath, it was so low that I didn't think I was supposed to hear it. "So," he said louder, "do you normally use this room to get ready?"

"No," I replied, "there were just some…complications in the girl's bathroom so I came here. Do you?"

He looked confused for a second then said, "same here."

I couldn't help my next reply, "do you normally use the girl's bathroom?"

"I meant the guy's bathroom," I gave him a look like this truly cleared up some confusion I had, but I was curious…

"What were your complications?" I asked.

He seemed to think got a minute then responded, "Well, it was just really weird."

I waited for him to go on but when he didn't I spoke, "That tells me nothing, continue."

He sighed, ran a hair through his hair and continued, "Well, so I go to the bathroom and the second I get in there Mike Newton bumps past me knocking into me with his shoulder. Then, these two other guys look pissed off like I just hit their car or something then these other two guys come up to me and tell me that I just have to give them details. When I tell them that I have no idea what they are talking about they tell me that there is no way I wasn't 'hitting that'" he did air quotes with his hands, "and demanded details. When I told them that I still had no idea they got mad and made me leave telling me 'no details, no bathroom time.' Then, if I wasn't already confused, as I was walking over here I pass this girl, I think her name was Caitlyn, or Crystal or something like that, and one look at me and she starts sobbing."

I could not believe what I had just heard. How weird was it that Edward was forced out of the bathroom too? This couldn't just be a coincidence, but what could cause the sudden revolt against me AND him?

"Something wrong?" he asked breaking my train of thought. Only then did I realize that I was staring straight at him while I was thinking. I felt my face go red.

"No, I," I started, "that was weird."

He nodded in agreement, "so what were your complications?

"Well…oddly enough they were similar to yours." I explained I told him how on the way to the bathroom I saw Crystal and instead of crying she looked hateful, then in the bathroom how the girls there either wanted to kill me or thought I wasn't worthy to breathe the same air, and I told him about the girl with the curling iron saving the last sink. When I was done I was pretty sure he was giving me the same look I had given him at the end of his story.

"Wow it's like we are in the Twilight Zone or something." He said.

"That's what I was thinking!" I replied excitedly, "It's like you could read my mind!" I realized that I sounded like an idiot, but he just smiled that crooked smile that had gotten me in trouble in the dream I had last night.

NO! I CAN'T think of that. STOP IT BELLA! GAH.

"I can read minds, didn't you know that?"

I knew he was kidding, but suddenly I was very nervous and had to change the subject.

"Sorry Emmett took over your room last night."

"It's ok; he invites himself over all the time. It was nice to finally get to hang out with you though. Sorry you had to be held captive to do so though."

It was worth it. WHAT? Ugh. I need to get out of here. I can't believe that thought even crossed my mind! I just smiled and started putting things into my basket so I could leave. I grabbed the basket and faced Edward to say goodbye when someone pushed me from behind making me drop my basket and crash into Edward.

I don't know who pushed me, I didn't even look to see, All I could concentrate on was the fact that Edwards hands were on my waist, my hands were on my chest, and his face was inches from my own.

"Are you ok?" he asked, but I couldn't answer. I could just barely nod not losing eye contact with him. I could feel my heart racing, and that electric current that I seemed to always feel when he touched me was running along my body. I felt my head leaning toward him slowly. He was leaning in too. I could feel his breath on my lips.

Then out of nowhere there was there was a flash.

Dazed I turned my head toward the source to see the guy who I thought had a hangover earlier holding a camera. It looked like a fairly nice camera too, the kind that professionals would use. He looked wide awake now, grinned at us, pointed the camera at us and said, "smile," then grabbed his things and ran out of the room.

What was that? Why? Wha…

Oh my God…I almost just kissed him...and I couldn't blame it on being angry at some girl. I almost did it on my own free will. I need to stay away from him. I need to get away from him.

I quickly pulled away from Edward, who still had his hands on my waist, and not caring about my things ran out of the prep room. I could buy a new toothbrush and hairbrush.

I practically ran to my room, not even acknowledging the people in the hall. I could care less if I was getting glares right now.

I burst into my room and slammed the door locking it and put my back to it making sure no one could come in. When I looked up I saw that Ben, Angela's boyfriend was over and Angela was still in the room. If I wasn't already at my maximum amount of embarrassment, I would have probably been more embarrassed.

"Angry mob chase you in here?" He asked very casually. It took me a second to realize that he was serious.

"What? Why would an angry mob…"

"Oh I don't know, only because this is the biggest news that the school paper has printed in four years, and I am pretty sure that there are internet groups and websites dedicated to hating you now," he said tossing a copy of the school paper to me. I slid down the door so I was sitting with my back to it and grabbed the paper so I could see what he was talking about.

They're Dating!

Underneath the title was a huge picture of me and Edward from yesterday…kissing. I didn't blush…instead I could feel all of the blood drain from my face. There were other pictures of us apparently from right after the kiss when I smiled at him, and then some from our walk back to the dorms. There was even one of us standing in from of Emmett with his arms folded and him looking angry. How could I not have noticed that someone was taking pictures? Why would anyone be taking pictures? Why does anyone care?

I read the article:

Sorry ladies and gentlemen, it seems that campus's two most sought after students Isabella Swan and Edward Cullen are seeing people, each other. This was confirmed when the couple was seen locking lips in the campus bookstore, where Isabella, better known as Bella was overheard referring to Cullen as her Boyfriend. Neither Cullen nor Swan were available for comments.

"I always thought she hated him, but I guess she was just playing hard to get," says Jessica Stanley, freshman. Stanley continued saying, "That's probably the only reason he asked her, he only wanted what he thought he couldn't have. He could do way better than Isabella Swan"

Jacob Black, Sophomore, a close friend of Bella's claims not to have known about the relationship, but when shown the pictures, Jacob said, "Well I guess Cullen gets anyone he wants doesn't he."

I had to stop reading. This was getting ridiculous. Why would I date him? This was why all the girls hated me; they thought that I had stolen away their prince charming, their dream boy.

I looked up to find out I was being scrutinized by Ben and Angela. I had to clear the air.

"It isn't true."

"A picture says a thousand words. Add that to the article, and the quote of you calling him your boyfriend, and that is a heck of a lot of words." Ben replied.

I knew I would have to spend the next hour defending myself.

EPOV

Before I could think of a logical reason why this random guy was taking a picture of me and Bella she ran out of the prep room. I tried to call after her but no words came out.

We almost kissed. I had been so close, I had held her body so close to mine, her hands on my chest, her lips just inches from my own and this idiot ruins that.

It did have me thinking though. Maybe she didn't hate me.

I realized she had left all of her stuff so I grabbed her basket, grabbed my stuff and walked back to my room.

I had a sense of déjà vu when I got back to my door because Emmett was standing outside with his massive arms crossed over his chest. I was a little nervous, but there was no way he could know I almost just kissed his sister. I mean, she wouldn't have told him…right?

"Is there a problem?" I asked, attempting to pass him and go into my room to put my stuff down before bringing Bella her stuff.

"Do you think I am an idiot?" He asked, his voice boomed in my little room, clearly Emmett was mad. "Do you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"

"Whoa, I don't know what you are talking about." He narrowed his eyes and threw a crumpled piece of paper at my feet.

I cautiously reached for it and opened it up, it was the cover of the school news paper, and on it was a huge picture of me and Bella kissing, and above it the headline read, "They're Dating." Oh shit.

"It's not what it looks like." I tried to explain.

"Oh really, because it looks like you kissed my sister."

"No...I mean...yeah, but it wasn't like that." I said I knew it sounded stupid. "She did it as a favor.

"You asked her to kiss you?" he seemed to be even angrier.

"No!" I was digging myself into a hole. I guess I was going to have to explain the whole situation. "That Tanya chick shows up in the bookstore to annoy me while I am in there with Bella and she pisses off Bella, and calls her Isabella and then Bella figures that the only way to make her leave me alone and to get back at her for calling her by her whole name is to pretend we are dating and then all of a sudden Bella kissed me. I swear that is all that happened."

"You expect me to believe that my little sister, who hates you with every fiber of her being, kissed you because Tanya called her Isabella?"

Why does everyone but me know that she hates me so much? Why does she hate me? "That is what she said to me."

Emmett seemed to think for a second, "Well, I guess that does make more sense than you claiming that she agreed to date you."

I faked a smile and nodded once. Well, at least Emmett didn't want to kill me anymore, and I guess this article explains my experience in the bathroom this morning; I wasn't the only guy on campus attracted to Bella. I found myself clenching my jaw when I remembered that they wanted to know how she was in bed, I suddenly wanted to hunt them down and break their jaws.

"Are you ready to go?" Emmett asked, interrupting my thoughts. Crap, right, class. I threw on my sneakers and grabbed my backpack.

"Yeah let's go." I would have to return Bella's bathroom stuff to her later.

BPOV

It took a half an hour to convince Ben and Angela that I was not involved with Edward, Angela would have been easier to convince if I hadn't spoken in my sleep last night.

Luckily I only had to suffer through one of my classes today because one of my teachers has the flu, and one of them told us to use today as a research day for a report we have to do, which I already finished, so after my 12-12:50 class I ran back to my dorm and planned to stay in there for the rest of the day.

I was sitting on my round chair, with my feet in the air and my head just resting on the edge. I always found reading upside down more comfortable when I was stressed. I had my I-pod on and I was reading my new copy of Wuthering Heights.

Angela, Ben and I had decided to order a Pizza for lunch, which was supposed to be here ten minutes ago, but who's watching the clock?

I heard someone knock on the door, grateful that the pizza was finally here, but didn't bother to look since I was only a couple of pages away from finishing the chapter I was on. Suddenly I noticed a shadow looming over me, and felt someone looking at me. I tilted my head back a little to see who it was.

"You look good upside down," he said with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. James was standing over me. I panicked, and me being the oh so graceful person I am, while trying to get off my chair, flipped it over and landed on top of him.

"Oh my God, I am SO sorry!" I said quickly getting myself and my chair off of him.

"It's no problem, but for future reference, I prefer to be on top," he said, his playful smile was still there, I could feel my face go bright red. Did he just say that? "Just kidding," he added, "or am I?"

I had a feeling this was going to be a long day.