I am so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I don't have any excuses or anything, to make up for it. Sorry again.
Disclaimer: I don't owe anything.
We were all back in reality now (meaning that Edward and I were not all buddy buddy like we were yesterday), Emmett and I were warming up for our afternoon quarterfinal match. I had won my singles quarterfinal match earlier this morning, meaning that I'm advancing to the semifinals.
Emmett knocking me down yesterday, resulted in a bruise, but it was nothing compared to when he's hit me with his serve.
Today's match was nothing really. I was not concerned at all. Emmett and I were practically a shoe-in for the finals, meaning that I could be doing much more important things, such as… Well nothing can come to mind immediately but that doesn't mean that they're not important.
"You ready yet Bella?" Emmett yelled at me. "You've been hitting overheads for the like the past hour."
"Yeah, well, I seriously doubt that Em. Try not to exaggerate so much."
"PMSing much Bella?" Emmett joked.
I responded by shooting him a look. I am amazing when it comes to me giving looks. I can convey just about any message in the world, merely by giving someone a look. It's a highly sought after talent.
I walked back to the baseline and began to take serves and returns. This is super gay, I thought. I know how to serve. If I didn't I wouldn't be here at Wimbledon.
I hope Edward comes. Where the hell did that come from? I must have some kind of attention disorder. I mentally chuckled, it's probably Emmett's fault; he must have hit me on the back of my head one too many times I suppose.
I finished warming up with Jacob and Emmett, and then Em and I headed toward the court that we were scheduled to play on.
X
It ended up being a quick match, and I mean very quick. Halfway, through the first set, when Em and I were up 4-1, the girl got some injury and had to retire. Thus naming Emmett and I the winners.
I was absolutely giddy, as I had absolutely no desire to play; Emmett however had sunk into a state of depression, as he didn't have the chance to peg somebody, and win a free meal off of it. Tough luck Emmett.
X
We had just left the court, when Emmett declared that he was ditching me for the company of Rosalie. I merely rolled my eyes, and went to go check out my singles draw; I had forgotten to check earlier.
I was halfway to my destination, when something slipped in my hand. I looked down and saw it was another hand; I then looked up and saw that it was Edward's hand.
I smiled.
"Sorry about the match." He said.
I snorted. "I'm not. I did not want to play those two. Lauren hates me and I hate her. That would have been an ugly match."
"Wait. Lauren Mallory?"
"The one and only."
"Didn't we play her once, and you ended up breaking her nose?"
I sighed. "Yup, that was her."
Edward whistled. "Wow, that would have been an ugly match. It would have been like a girl fight."
"Yes, well I highly doubt that a girl fight would have occurred."
"Well, she was aiming for your face, every second she got the ball when we played her."
"Which is exactly why they loss." My tone was starting to sound bitchy so I decided to just shut up.
"So," he began, "where are we going?"
"The tournament office. I want to see who I'm playing next."
Edward nodded his head
"And then what are you doing after that?"
"I don't know. Why?"
"Just curious. We should hang out afterwards."
Edward was being way too friendly all of a sudden and I started to panic. Bitchy, bitter Bella was going to come out if I said anything.
I shrugged my shoulders in response to Edwards's statement. He looked at me oddly.
We thankfully walked in silence for a couple of minutes, and I was allowed a chance to calm down after my mild panic attack.
"So are you not talking to me anymore?" Edward asked.
Why, oh why did he have to say that? I was almost calm. And then he had to go and make that comment and piss me off, and now here comes the bitch.
"Sod off Edward."
"Oh, trying to act British on me, are we Bella."
I snatched my hand out of his hand, and then started going off on him. "Here's the deal Edward. You don't get your best friend rights back just because we hung out for one day and managed to stay civil with one another. It doesn't work that way.
"Meaning that you can't just make these accusations, that you seem to love making. Do you know why Edward? Because you don't know me anymore Edward. We are no longer in sync with each other. And we are no longer best friends."
After my finale I stomped away toward the office. I was vaguely aware that Edward was still following me, but I was way too lost in my mind to even care.
Why did I say that? We were making progress and then I had to go and ruin it. I had to go and make up all those lies about us not being in tune with each other. Ha. That was the biggest lie in the world. After not talking with Edward in nearly three years, I've never felt more attuned with him. He probably knows that I was lying. Urgh. That's why he's still following me.
I reached the office and wretched open a door and shot Edward one of my championship looks. He got the message, because he stopped walking. Just as attuned as ever, I thought.
I stomped over to the draw board for women's' singles and quickly scanned it for my name.
Isabella Swan vs. Ana Ivanovic.
My heart stopped beating for a second. It was like it was happening all over again. There was no way that I could play Ivanovic again. I just wasn't mentally strong enough to go through that again. I was going to have a breakdown in the middle of the court and… I need to go talk to Alice.
Yes! That's what I'll do. I chewed on the bottom of my lip anxiously and decided to head back to the hotel.
I stormed out the doors and into the amazing English weather, when I saw Edward sitting on the damn bench next…to the door…waiting for me.
I ignored him deciding that it would better for the moment if we just left each other alone and headed toward the hotel. I noticed him out the side of my eye get up and make his way over to me with his hands stuffed in his pants looking like somebody kicked his dog. It made me laugh.
We walked side by side in silence for a couple of minutes until we approached the hotel.
"Hey Bella?" he whispered.
I looked in his direction.
"I have to tell you something and…" he was starting to stammer. "And I don't know how else to say it because you're obviously mad at me," I scowled. "And you're completely justified to be mad, but I just don't want…"
"Just spit it out Edward."
"I like you. A lot. And I've liked you for a really long time now. And so I just wanted you to know, cause I never got the chance to tell you a couple of years ago and I had planned on it and I had everything planned out, but then we just stopped talking and I didn't know what to do. So I just wanted you to know, in case we stop talking again and I don't see you for a long time. But I hope that one we get by everything we can still be friends and all."
He abruptly stopped talking and my jaw dropped and I just stood there incapable of forming words with drool probably oozing out of my mouth.
He stared at me, his green eyes piercing. I stared off into space.
This went on for goodness knows how long. He was waiting for me to say something and I was just standing there.
"I have to go," and I turned around and began to walk into the hotel.
"Bella wait!" And he grabbed my arm.
I whirled around, "I'm playing Ivanovic next. Does that mean anything to you?"
Edward looked confused, and he loosened the grip on my arm as he tried to figure it up.
"That's what I thought." I whispered and then tuned on my heel and left.
X
I called Alice was I was safely in my hotel room.
"What's wrong Bella? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
"Alice…"
"It's okay Bella, just don't move and I'll be there in five minutes I promise."
She hung up before I could say anything else and I laid down on the bed and waited until she arrived.
I had completely fallen apart by the time Alice had arrived. Completely. I was engulfed by huge body-racking sobs. I felt like I was dying. (That might be a tad bit overdramatic, but I felt awful.)
"Bella," Alice said softly.
She smoothed my hair back off my face. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
It was silent for a while. A long while. An hour could have possibly passed, and I wouldn't have known. I don't know how I was able to cry for an hour and still have tears, but I was able to.
After the first hour, I slipped into a state of numbness. I think that Alice begin to feel relieved because I was no longer crying.
"Hey Bella," she began in her soft voice, "do you want me to run some bathwater for you?"
I blinked.
She apparently took that for a yes, because she told me not to move, and that she'd be right back.
She came jogging back into the room, obviously thinking that I would begin cutting myself in the thirty seconds that she was gone for.
The phone rang, and I turned to look at it, contemplating whether or not I should answer it.
"Don't worry Bella, I've got it." Alice said, with a horribly fake smile plastered on her face.
I got up and walked into my bathroom, without so much as a 'thank you.'
X
Alice's P.O.V.
I reached for Bella's phone, not in the mood to talk to anybody, but to stop the shrill ringing that was giving me a headache.
"Hello?" I snapped.
"Alice? I thought this was Bella's number?" A voice said. Emmett's voice.
"It is…" I heard the door close. I turned around and saw the bathroom door closed. "Hold on Em."
I placed the phone on the table, and walked towards the bathroom.
I knocked gently on the door. "Bella honey? I'm going to crack the door open some, so that if you need anything, you can call me. 'Kay."
She didn't respond, so I went ahead and opened the door, so that she didn't try to drown herself.
I picked the phone up off the desk. "Okay, I'm back. What's up."
"Oh um, well. Is Bella there?"
"Yeah," I replied slowly.
"Well, can I speak with her?"
"She doesn't feel very good right now actually."
"Oh my God! Is she sick? Please tell me isn't sick. She seemed fine earlier today…"
"No, I don't think that she sick, in that way."
"What do you mean, 'not sick in that way'? What other way is there to be sick? Whatever. I'm going to come over, I'll be there in five minutes."
I heard a dial tone, and groaned. Ugh, I don not want to deal with Emmett right now.
I took a quick peek at Bella, and made sure that her brown hair was above the water and not submerged in it.
Then I heard a door slamming.
I whipped around and whispered shouted, "can you not do anything gently?"
Emmett was standing before me looking frazzled. Rosalie was standing next to him, looking extremely bored.
"What happened? Where is she? Is she okay?" Emmett started walking to the bathroom door, where he obviously saw me coming from after checking on Bella.
"Emmett!!!" I stomped. "Come here now!"
He looked at me, with an exasperated look on his face.
"What Alice? I just want to know, if my friend and doubles partner is okay?"
"I don't know! She just called me over and then she had a mental breakdown!"
"Like a real mental breakdown?"
"No Emmett, a fake one," Rosalie inputted while rolling her eyes. I smiled my thanks at her.
Emmett sighed and walked over to Bella's sofa, and sank down into it.
"Is she okay? Do you know why she had it?"
"Of course I don't know why she had a breakdown. You didn't say anything to her did you?"
"No. I did not." Emmett snapped at me. "Have you even asked her what happened?"
"Of course I did you idiot."
"Well, what the hell did she say?"
"Well considering she just stopped crying about twenty minutes ago, nothing. Now stop being an asshole to me Emmett."
"Stop blaming everything on me then."
"Fine."
"Fine. I'm leaving. Call me when you figure out what's wrong."
"Whatever."
"You two, are acting worse then Bella and Edward," Rosalie mumbled as they walked out the door.
The second she said that, I had everything figured out.
"Was Emmett here?"
I whipped around and saw Bella standing in the doorway dressed in her bathrobe.
"Yeah, he just wanted to talk to you."
She nodded, and I held my arms out to her. Bella came and sat next to me on the sofa, and laid her head on my shoulder.
X
Bella's P.O.V.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Alice asked me, for the second time today.
"Remember the last year Edward and I played in the Australian Open together?"
Alice nodded. "So this is about Edward?"
"Kinda…"
I then told her everything that had happened during that tournament.
X
Edward's P.O.V.
Answer, answer, please answer, I thought.
I had been trying to call Alice all afternoon, but she hadn't answered her phone.
"Edward!" Alice said, answering the phone.
"Alice! I've been trying to call you all afternoon," I exclaimed.
"Well, I've been expecting your call."
"Yeah, well I think that I messed thing up with Bella…"
"You think that you messed things up with Bella?" She repeated.
"Yeah," I said slowly.
"That's probably why Bella called me this afternoon in tears then huh?"
Crap. Bella probably told Alice everything. "I guess, what'd she say?"
"It was all so confusing Edward. I don't even know what she was talking about."
Alice sighed. I gulped.
"It was some weird story," Alice began, "and you were in it, and it was some twisted story. She said that you two had sex or something…"
Shit.
"And then you didn't want to be with her anymore. And then I told her that I didn't think that you guys had had sex, because you aren't the type to leave somebody after that. Especially not Bella. But then she was just so persistent that you guys did do it. And then there was something about you taking advantage of her, while she was in a vulnerable state…"
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