Here's another part of last Chapter. Some people didn't understand completely -cough cough- No names mentioned. Hope this clears it up?

Taylor and Edward had gotten around campus. Everyone knew. Some thought it an odd match, but knew better than to say anything. I never wished when I was a little girl to be the third wheel, but it came true. Why does something I don't even want have to come true?

Seth felt like a third wheel sometimes too. At times, when we were being third wheels, we talked about it. Technically, since there were four of us, Taylor, Edward, Seth, and I, we could make a car. Many times, Seth and I talked about what type of car we'd be. We decided on, what else, a Mustang. Well, maybe not all of us, but I did and he agreed.

On occasion I even went over to his house to study. Just as friends. But he was really nice, and sweet, and smart. We got along. Guess we really were clones?

Taylor was still not completely comfortable going out on a date with Edward alone, and her parents liked it better when I went. I don't see why, if something were to happen it's not like I could stop it. Edward brought Seth along too, probably to be my handler. Edward wasn't my biggest fan. Ever since that day he asked Taylor to be his science partner, he thought I was a wise-cracking, smart-mouthing, disrespecting, annoying person who happened to be Taylor's Siamese twin. Does that matter Mr. Cullen? Does it matter to you that I was the one who stayed up all those nights helping Taylor decide what to do in your presence? I recommended breathing. Me. Did you? No. Would you think of that? No. But I know Taylor better. Better than you ever will. He talked to me rarely and when we did talk, it ended in an argument mostly.

Oh no.

I do…

Taylor!

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Ever since that day, I thought about it. Thought about what this could mean. Thought about the happy, I-told-you-so dance Taylor would perform. I couldn't do this on my own. She's my Buddy. I have to tell her. It'd be worth the I-told-you-so dance. Plus, with me being as oblivious as I am when it comes to someone flirting with me, she could help.

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I regret it. I hate it. I don't like it. I loathe it. I want it to have never happened. The I-told-you-so dance was better and longer than even I expected. Why? Why can't I keep my big trap shut? It wasn't even worth telling her. Nothing good came out of it. Not yet. Think positive. Positive? Pssht. I shouldn't have told her until I knew more. Until I was sure. This isn't even a full-blown like. It's more like an I-think-you're-nice-and-we-get-along-so-I've-decided-I'm-going-to-like-you kind of like.

So...Does it? Like it? Hate it? Want to marry it? Want to throw it into the trash, and not the recycling bin? ReviEW!