A/N: Wow. Sorry, again, about being late with this. Miss has been a busy, busy woman! As always, thanks to Emmettgirl. We also have a new beta aboard the Tangled team! Special thanks and a warm welcome to Nevaehell.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters/scenarios dreamed up by Stephenie Meyer.

EPOV

"Hurry up, Jazz! It's time to go," I yelled up the staircase. Our bags were by the door, ready to go, and so was I. Today was the day I decided I was going to talk to Bella. I'd have a talk with Alice later, but I needed to speak with Bella first. I was going to give her back her notebook and spill my guts.

"A few more minutes, dude. Chill out," Jasper yelled back.

Annoyed, I leaned against the front door jamb, staring down at the notebook set on top of Jasper's backpack. I went through all possible scenarios in my head. I figured she'd either hate me or love me after I'd given her the speech. Of course, I was going for the latter. I played it all out in my mind. I'd confess everything to her; tell her that she was all I ever thought about. She'd look at me like she always did – shyly – and fall into my arms. I'd break up with Tanya, Alice would be extremely happy for us, and Bella and I would live happily ever after. I picked up the notebook and held it to my chest.

"What you got there?" A familiar, catty voice rang from behind me.

"Leave me alone, Rosalie." I turned around to face the rabid wench.

Rosalie and I had never gotten along. She teased and taunted us all when we were younger, and it had only gotten worse. She and Alice had a thing a few years ago, but I couldn't understand why. Rosalie had always been mean to Alice, too. I don't know. Maybe they were just flirting.

"Aw, poor wittle Eddie-kins is sensitive," she mocked in a childish tone and stalked toward me. I held the notebook tighter.

"Go away, Rosalie. I'm serious. Just leave me alone."

"But what fun would that be? Really. Hey, what is that?" She ran her fingers along the back of the notebook and I yanked it away.

"Ooh. Must be something important," she said as she tried to grab it from my hands. I held the notebook even tighter and started up the stairs before she tackled me and seized it from my gripping hands.

"Give that back!" I yelled.

"Hmm, a mysterious notebook," she said, walking down the stairs, studying it.

"Rosalie, seriously. Just give it back. Please."

"Hmm, let me think about that for a minute. Nope!"

"Please," I begged. "It's not mine."

"Well, let's take a look at whose it is," she said, turning the cover over to reveal the first page.

"Bella Swan. Interesting. Now why would Edward Cullen have Bella Swan's notebook? This certainly is a mystery I'd like to solve."

"Knock it off. Just give it back," I demanded, angrily.

"Touchy, touchy," she teased, still turning the pages. I silently prayed that I'd get to it before she got to the more embarrassing pages. Who knew what she would do if she found them. I took a few steps toward her. She instantly took a few steps back. "No, no, Mr. Cullen. I'm trying to solve a mystery, here."

"Come on, Rosalie. Stop playing games and just hand over the notebook."

"Hm. What's in it for me?" she asked, lifting her curious gaze from the pages and onto me.

"What do you want?"

"Well," she thought. "I could use some new clothes. One outfit costs, say, two hundred dollars."

"Done," I said immediately. "Now give it back."

"Well, well," Rosalie laughed. "There must be some really juicy stuff in here if you're willing to just hand over two hundred dollars in exchange for this little, dinky notebook." She dangled the notebook in front of my face. I reached for it, and she pulled it away.

"Rosalie, we made a deal. I'll get the money to you by lunch if you just give me the notebook right now."

"Hm, no deal." She walked into the kitchen, turning another page.

"Give me back the fucking notebook, you whore!" I shouted, running after her. Of course, she ran into the downstairs bathroom and locked the door.

"You fucking slut!" I pounded on the door.

"Name calling is going to get you nowhere, dear Edward," she said softly from the other side.

I banged my head on the door numerous times. This was getting out of hand. I didn't know what to do. She was going to see everything and do something – something terrible. There was nothing I could do but wait. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes at the thought of it.

"Well looky here," Rosalie called out. "Mrs. Bella Cullen. Bella + Edward = love. I love Edward Cullen."

"Stop it, Rosalie. Just stop," I nearly cried.

"Looks like Ms. Swan has a little crush." I could hear her faint laughing through the thick door.

"Okay, Rosalie, that's enough. Just come out and give me the notebook. You've already seen what I was trying to hide. Just give it up." I pounded once again.

"And why were you trying to hide this?" Rosalie asked. "Oh, oh, I see. Little Edward loves Bella back. Now this is the most interesting part. Now what are we going to do about this? Oh, I have a great idea!"

"Don't do anything, Rosalie! I'm warning you!"

"What are you going to do about it, Edward? Get your army of Goths to cast a spell on me? Oh, that's right. You won't have an army after word of this gets out. Tanya will dump your sorry ass and you'll be all alone. Bella will be humiliated and will also hate you. You'll be all alone." She laughed as she walked out of the bathroom, sliding the notebook down her wide v-neck shirt so I couldn't get to it. "I love being evil."

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"Jasper!" I yelled as I ran up the stairs. "Jasper, you fucking ass!"

I pounded on the door of the upstairs bathroom until he finally opened it. I honestly thought my fist was going to go right through the thing.

"Jasper, your fucking sister!" Tears were really forming in my eyes this time.

"Whoa, Edward. What the hell is wrong?"

"Did you not hear me screaming and yelling down there? She took the fucking notebook and she fucking left and she's going to fucking do something and it's all my fault," I frantically babbled, choking back the enormous lump in my throat. I felt sick to my stomach.

"Wait – Rosalie has the notebook?!"

"No shit, Sherlock. She fucking took it. She's going to do something and everyone's going to see it!"

"Edward, this isn't good."

I couldn't take it anymore. I walked into Jasper's room and sat on the floor, leaning my back against his bed. The tears started flowing and I put my head in my hands.

"Bella's going to be humiliated, Jasper, and she'll hate me."

"Hate you? She doesn't even know you saw it. She'll hate me! Alice will hate me! Fuck, Edward. How would Rosalie get the fucking notebook?"

"She just took it from me. She took it, locked herself in the bathroom and read it. Then she just slid it down her shirt and left. She's going to show everyone, Jasper. I don't know what to do." I sat and thought for a moment. "I can't go to school. I have to go. Fuck, Jasper. Please tell them I'm sorry."

"Well I can't go either, now, Edward. Fuck, man!"

"You have to go. You have to tell them what happened. I just – I have to go." I got up, grabbed my backpack from the foyer and took off. I didn't know where I was going, but I couldn't go to school. I couldn't go home, either. I just had to go . . . somewhere, anywhere. It didn't matter, as long as it wasn't here.

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