A/N: Stephenie Meyers owns Twilight and Edward Cullen. /3

MANY MANY MANY thanks go to Leon McFrenchington, the world's greatest, friendliest and most inspiring & encouraging beta. Thanks Leon!

EPOV

Bella Swan was in my bedroom in nothing but a pair of scandalously revealing boxer shorts and my Harvard t-shirt and I was going wild.

I gulped and walked toward her and she backed up a little bit, probably scared out of her mind from the lust and hunger in my eyes.

She backed up to the point where she hit my desk and I leaned in toward her. She didn't resist.

I slowly fingered a lock of her hair and twirled it around my finger. It was so fucking soft and silky and it smelled like my shampoo. I felt strangely possessive of her when she wore my t-shirt and smelled like my shampoo; it was like she was mine. My fuckin' Bella.

She looked back at me with a curious expression on her face and I didn't know how I was going to stop myself.

"Bella," I moaned, leaning into her so our bodies were pressed against each other. "I don't know if I have the strength..." I said slowly, choosing my words cautiously "to stay away from you." I paused and she ran her fingers through my hair and it felt fucking orgasmic. My dick twitched and hardened into a state I thought was impossible. "I can't just have you as a friend. I need more of you. I need you to be mine."

Her eyes rolled back into her head for a second and I wondered if she was about to faint.

Thankfully she didn't, and a slow smile crept across her face and she drew me in by my shirt.

I was horny as fuck and I'm sure she could feel that on her leg. If I didn't stop now, there'd be no stopping. I hadn't gotten off in over a week and my dick was just throbbing. I knew that as soon as the kissing started I'd be done for. The taste of her lips would be unbelievable; I'd been dying to taste her for months now.

"Bella, I'm no good for you," I insisted sincerely and as firmly as possible given my current state.

She fuckin' whimpered.

"Edward," she breathed into my ear, "What if I don't care what's good for me. What if I just want you right here," she wrapped her arms around my neck and drew my face in and I turned it to the side to dodge her kiss, "right now," she breathed, "and right here," she moaned and lead my hand that was firmly on her waist down past her stomach and right there. She put my fucking hand right between her legs and, holy fucking god, I felt the wetness seep through the thin fabric of her boxers and I couldn't resist.

"Bella," I panted, my face still turned away from hers because if I saw the look of lust in her eyes once more so help me god... "I will hurt you." My voice came out huskier than I thought, almost like a growl.

Bella took my other hand off her waist and led it up the side of her hips and higher, slowly reaching toward her soft, supple breast. I took my other hand and brought it up and took in both her breasts with my hands, gently massaging and squeezing lightly. A groan escaped my mouth and she moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head and she arched her back over my desk.

Holy fuck. We are going to fucking do it on my desk.

I frantically swept aside all the papers and magazines and the fucking key board off my desk onto the floor and it crashed down loudly, but all I could focus on was her panting and needing and wanting. Everything around me was a blur and I hadn't had sex sober in so long, and I hadn't wanted someone like I wanted Bella in my whole life. I needed her. I couldn't hold back.

I picked her up by her tiny waist and lifted her onto the desk, seating her down gently and her knees fell weak as soon as I placed her down. She tossed her head back and moaned again and I couldn't fucking take it. My animalistic instincts kicked in and I frantically pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it across the room. I nuzzled my head between her perfect breasts and gently kissed my way up from the perfect little dip of her bellybutton, up along her abdomen and she took a quick intake of breath as I continued my way up; a trail of little kisses up toward her ribcage. I paused there for a moment and savoured her heavy breathing and the passion that was igniting it. I took a deep breath and tried to pace myself but all I really wanted to do was rip off her clothes and bang her so hard.

But this was Bella and she was perfect and sweet and beautiful, and I had to do this right for once in my fucking life. I wanted to make her come over and over and over. I kissed my way up her perfect perky breasts and slowly massaged her nipples with my hands, feeling them harden under my soft touch. I slowly licked my way up and began kissing her collarbones; she even made collarbones look fucking sexy as hell.

As I made my way up her neck, leaving kisses along the way, she bucked her legs and tossed her head back again and that just fucking did it for me.

I fervently grabbed her shorts, almost pulling her off the desk and yanked them down, kneeling in front of her as I dragged them down along her long creamy legs and off her ankles. I slid my hands firmly up along her calves and past her knees, and up her thighs, savouring her scent as I met her sweet pussy and lightly dragged my fingers across her wetness and she leaned in closer, begging for me to touch her harder, and a loud moan escaped her lips.

"More, Edward" she breathed, lust and passion causing her to whimper over and over; that shit wasn't even fair.

I gingerly ran my palm along the folds of her lips and she was so fucking wet it was unreal; her natural lubrication caused a surge of pleasure to run through her body and I felt her breathing pick up and I hardly even touched her yet. I was dying, I needed her so fucking bad and my cock was jerking and rubbing against my pants and I just needed her so fucking bad. I ran two fingers over her and slowly stuck one inside and she felt so tight and warm and wet.

She growled and flung her head back in passion and ecstasy and I stuck a second finger in and pulled them out quickly and stuck them back in again, she moved in closer trying to increase the friction between us. She was frantically running her fingers through my hair and was swaying her hips in front of me and it felt so fucking incredible; I needed more of her – all of her.

I was panting and stuck my finger inside again and she begged for more and her breathing picked up. I moved in closer and slowly licked my way inside her and she tasted so fucking amazing and I couldn't get enough. I maintained a rhythm of licking and fingering and lapping her up as much as I could and then I stuck my tongue inside and she lost all inhibitions. She tasted incredible and I savoured the taste. I felt her buck and sway in a heat of passion and she moaned out my name "Edward, Edward, Edward!" and I swear to god I've never heard my name sound so sweet before. I continued licking and lapping her up, intensifying her pleasure by rubbing her clit with my thumb and she yelped and moaned and her breathing peaked and she took one deep breath and quivered under my touch, I felt her walls tighten around my fingers and kept licking slowly and gently until she came down completely and I stood up and held her by her delicate little waist and she went completely limp, relaxing and dropping her head on my shoulder.

She was spent and beautiful and resting in my arms; her cheeks were a perfect shade of flushed and I held her tightly in my arms and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and said the only things that were in my mind right then and there.

"I love you."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and she was so fragile and vulnerable and beautiful and I just wanted to give her so much more – I wanted to give her everything. I squeezed her tightly and placed my hands on her back and smoothed them up and down her beautiful arch and circled my fingers around those friggin' back dimples, and she had Goosebumps under my touch.

I promised myself I'd never say those words to a woman again but I did and it felt so right and relieving – not horrifying and terrible I'd imagined. I wasn't scared anymore because I knew Bella would make it all better, I knew Bella could change me and make me love and treat her like she deserved to be treated. I knew she could save me.

She didn't reply but I didn't care – I said what I had to say and if she didn't feel the same way it was only a matter of time. I settled on the fact that she was still coming down from the throngs of passion I'd just given her and hoped she didn't reply because she couldn't think clearly.

I yearned to give her more passion and as much as I wanted her, it was less of a concern for me to get off than to have her experience what I'd given her over and over and over.

"Edward, I have to go" she whispered in my ear.

What? Wouldn't she want to stay? What had I done wrong?

I stood there in disbelief as she grabbed her belongings and pecked me on the forehead and left me here, alone and confused.

BPOV

I just fucking left.

Edward Cullen had just given me the greatest pleasure of my entire life and I just left. I didn't even reciprocate.

He said he loved me. No guy has said that to me before and I can guarantee Edward Cullen's never said that before to another girl.

I didn't know what else to do, so I ran. I felt like a fucking coward.

I was in a bad place in my life and didn't need to be heartbroken on top of everything I'd gone through. I practically became emo all summer trying to get over Renee's death by doing drugs and drinking uncontrollably. When Edward came into my life I was so distracted by trying to distract him that I didn't think about my mom's death anymore. Life was good and I felt happier than I had in a long time.

But I knew it couldn't last.

Everyone warned me about Edward and his antics with women.

Rose was home so I thought she might have some insight on the whole scenario. I knocked on her bedroom door which was open a crack and I could hear her watching TV in there.

"Rose?" I called as I tapped on her door lightly.

"Come on in," she called back.

She was clearly intrigued by the Gossip Girls episode she was watching and didn't bother to look my direction until the commercial break.

"Ok. What's up?" she said, turning her focus toward me hastily, likely hoping I'd be done by the time the commercials were.

I took a seat on her fluffy bed and decided to just spill it. "I slept over at Edward's yesterday night," I began and Rose just rolled her eyes.

"So did most of Forks High," she interrupted, impatient for me to get on with my point.

"I slept in his bed. No, nothing like that happened," I said and she wiggled on over beside me, her eyes widened in disbelief. "We just slept – believe you me. And then we spent the day together and he took me to this terrible country club where the waitress was hitting on him the whole time and turns out he's fucking her every Tuesday or some shit –"

"Figures," Rose shrugged, picking at her nails, "I wouldn't ever expect monogamy from that boy."

"Well no, neither would I. So then we spend the day in Seattle and he bought me all these new clothes and books and took me to a really fancy restaurant for lunch."

Rose leaned in closer, blinking in disbelief now, and just shook her head and grabbed my arm.

"Wait, what? You and Cullen went on, like, a date today?"

"Well yeah, Rose. Let me get to the good part. So he drives me home and says what an amazing day he's had and all this and walks me to the door and if you hadn't been fucking Emmett you'd have actually seen Edward acting like a gentleman," I shot her a devious grin. "And then as soon as he got home he called me to say I forgot my panties from the night before."

"You said you guys only slept! You little hussy you!"

"Rose no... it wasn't like that. We went hottubbing. Anyway," I said loudly, clearing my throat, "As I was saying. He makes all these jokes about wanting to sniff my panties all night,"

"Ewww..." Rose turned her nose up .

"Yeah really sick. I'm sure Emmett and you never do kinky shit in your sex life," I retorted. "Anyway. So then he says come over to get them – and this is right after he freakin' drops me off. So I drive his Volvo over because I had to give it back eventually, right?"

"Well you could have just asked him to give it to you," Rosalie retorted, sounding completely confident in her Cullen expertise. "I'm sure he would have by the sounds of today's highlights. I mean, Edward never calls chicks, chicks call him. Edward never does dinners or shopping or stuff like that, he usually sent out Stanley to pick out presents for Tanya when he gave her any. You know, birthdays and stuff. And, most of all ,Edward wouldn't ever – in his entire life – ever call a woman after dropping her off or act like a gentleman. He takes pride in the fact that he's a narcissistic prick and thinks he's above treating Forks women with any manners."

"Well then you're going to love this," I said, looking down at my shoes because I didn't want to look Rosalie in the eye for this one. "He, um, went down on me and gave me the most incredible orgasm of my entire seventeen years," I said, and before Rosalie could say whatever was about to come out of her big open mouth I cut her off, "And he said he said he loved me."

"BELLA FUCKING SWAN!" She squealed, nearly shaking the house. "Do you have any fucking clue what this means?! Edward fucking Cullen! Christ! I cannot, cannot, cannot believe this. I have to call Alice. I have to call EMMETT. He won't freakin believe this!"

Before I could stop Rosalie, she was madly texting, clicking away a million buttons per second.

"Rosalie! Do you really think that is the best idea?! I mean, gawd, I should have just told Jasper and not you. What the hell was I thinking," I shook my head in regret. I think I made a terrible mistake.

"`kay Alice wants to know what you said back," Rose said not looking up from her Blackberry. It kept ringing indicating new alerts and I wondered if she was texting all of Forks High.

"Well, well... I guess I just kind of left," I stuttered, blinking in shock from all her energy. Where the hell did she bottle all that up?

"You what?!" Rosalie spat. "You just left!? Oh this is golden. We so have to play Cullen for this one. He tells a chick he loves her and she just fucking leaves. Un-Be-Lievable. Bella Swan, you are just what Forks High and Edward Cullen need," she chuckled to herself and went back to texting.

I decided it was best to just leave her alone and go do something productive. Edward would hear about this soon enough and my fate would be determined then.

****

I dressed low key for school today. It was Monday and rainy as hell, which shouldn't have surprised me in the least, except for the fact that it was nearly zero so the rain was heavy and snowy.

I settled on a pair of baggy grey sweats and Edward's Harvard shirt.

I felt it was appropriate.

After hopping out of Jasper's perfectly restored Porsche 944 I sloshed through the slushy puddles soaking my Chuck Taylor's on my way to class. My feet were fuckin' freezing.

Great. What a fucking wonderful way to start my Monday.

As I walked through the halls to biology, girls shot me evil glares and guys spent more than usual checking me out. I wondered what sort of rumours about Edward and I had been fabricated from Rose's loud mouth and love of gossip.

I took a deep breath before entering the classroom and decided it was best to just get it over with, like a Band-Aid. Ripping it off slowly would have been almost as painful as the way Edward slowly seduced me last night, tormenting me with every touch and then releasing me into the greatest pleasure of my entire existence. The thought made me blush, so to no help whatsoever I entered the classroom looking like a tomato, and people were just staring me up and down.

I made a beeline to my lab seat and put my head down on my desk.

"So I hear she and Cullen have been going out for like weeks now and they just had some crazy kinky panty sex last night," Jessica Stanley sneered to Lauren Mallory with venom in her perky fake little voice.

Ah, the telephone effect.

I didn't realize Edward was gone until halfway through the class when I braved lifting my head off the desk.

Oh god. I wonder what he heard.

As soon as the bell rang to dismiss class I ran over to Rose's locker and asked her to call Edward.

"No answer," she said, shrugging. "Why, what's so important anyway?"

"He's not in class that's what's the matter! I mean I can only imagine the rumours he must have heard! I'm utterly mortified. And I never wanted this to blow of proportion like it has now," I waved my arms around furiously, while keeping my voice quiet to avoid a scene – or avoid one as much as possible in the presence of Rose.

Alice fluttered over toward us, twirling like a ballerina before stopping in front of me and embracing me in a big hug. "You might as well be family now because I think you and me are the only people he loves," she said casually, as if this was no big deal.

"Ahem," Rose interrupted.

"Oh right, and Rose too. He loves us all equally. But Bella specifically sexually," she said, sticking out her tiny little tongue.

"He didn't show today," I said to Alice, taking her hands in mine. I hoped she would have some sort of explanation.

"I can see why. If I were Edward Cullen I'd be hiding out in a cave or going under witness protection because his reputation has just been destroyed by Bella Swan," Rose said, clearly not making matters any better. She raised her hand attempting a high-five and I just left her hanging.

"Whatever. I need to talk to him. Which one of you gossip girls wants to drive me to his place and make sure he hasn't OD'ed on God knows what."

Alice and Rose exchanged glances and then a look of concern finally crossed their face, simultaneously.

"He wouldn't –" Rose began, her eyes widening with fear.

"He might," Alice concluded and fished around in her purse for her Porsche keys. "Let's go, Bella. Rose?"

"No, I'm gonna stay here. Emmett's kicking around here somewhere and I'm sure Edward wouldn't want everyone getting in his face today anyway. I don't want to make him more upset," she said sincerely.

"Well, it's a little fuckin late for your sympathy Rose because you caused all this," I retorted and shot her an annoyed glance before following Alice to the parking lot.

We made it to Edward's in record time; Alice drove like a maniac and I had to close my eyes the entire time to avoid nausea.

Although Edward drove way faster and riskier, I trusted him completely. He had absolute control over the car and the road when he drove whereas Alice was just lucky she hadn't crashed her yellow Porsche yet.

I ran up to the front door and Alice followed right on my heels. I was about to knock when Alice just shoved the door open and shot me a look of urgency.

I ran up the several flights of stairs – fuck how annoying these were getting – and approached Edward's door. It was closed.

Fuck.

I knocked impatiently – about fifteen times in a row – and waited for a response.

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Alice was just catching up to me from the trek up the stairs. "Nothing?"

"No he's not answering. Should I just bust in?" I asked quickly. If it was a matter of an OD – which I don't know why "tainting" his reputation would warrant a drug overdose – then we had to be haste.

"Hell yah, I will," Alice said, trying to open the door, but it was locked. She banged her fist against the large wooden door and slammed her tiny body against it. If I wasn't so worried about Edward I would have likely laughed at the sight.

I remembered the maid's stairwell led straight to his bathroom which was attached to his bedroom and dragged Alice along with me.

"Wow, you know this place pretty well," she observed as I led her through the hedges to the back of the house. We arrived at the stairwell and I ran up it as fast as my legs would carry me. I had to stop at the top to catch my breath for a minute and then trailed though the tiny hallway that branched off in several different directions and took a lucky guess as to which one was his bedroom.

I was definitely wrong; we stepped into the back entrance of a large, luxurious guest bedroom and I would have stopped to appreciate its beauty but I had no time for that crap right now. I went back to the hall and took the door beside it and – bingo.

I swiftly made it through the bathroom and noticed that no Edward passed out on the floor with his head over the toilet was probably a good sign.

The bathroom door was closed and I opened it and didn't see him at first.

I scanned his bedroom and called out his name "Edward! Edward!" I frantically ran over to the other side of his bed and nothing.

He wasn't fucking here. Well fuck. There were probably a hundred rooms in the house, well maybe not literally but there were a ton and how the fuck was I ever supposed to find him in this zoo?

I figured the best place to start was the garage.

"Alice – the garage. Check to see if his car's gone. I'm going to try and find Aro."

She nodded in agreement and hurried down the hall and down the stairs.

I'd never actually seen where Aro worked or did whatever he did, so I had no fuckin clue where to start. Terrible images raced through my mind like Edward passed out in a ditch somewhere or Edward lying in a hospital bed on his last legs... I couldn't understand why he would react the way he did. Well fuck if I even knew how he reacted. I had no clue how he did. He could have just legitimately taken a sick day. But where would he go? Wouldn't he answer Rose's texts if he was able to do so? What the hell!

I looked over and noticed the little speaker that Edward spoke into and pressed the button.

After a brief second I heard a loud beep and the scratching of the speaker.

"Yes Edward?" Aro said in his thick Italian accent.

"No, it's Bella. I'm looking for Edward. He's gone and I don't know where he went," I explained frantically.

There was a long pause and then Aro replied. "How did you manage to get past me?"

Oh for fuck sakes as if that was of any concern!

"Does it matter?!" I spat, being unnecessarily rude because I was so effin panicked.

Another long pause and I was getting sick of all this nonsense technology. Whatever happened to talking to people face to face like the good old days? Oh that's right, I didn't know how to find Aro in this palace anyway.

I heard another loud scratching of the speaker from the other side of the intercom and then a beep.

"Bella," that familiar sexy as hell voice replied. Oh god. It was Edward.

"Are you okay!?" I exclaimed, getting really fuckin' mad that he worried me like that.

And then he just effin laughed. He LAUGHED. I was here freaking out, losing my mind, running around like a chicken with its head cut off and he's humoured by all this.

"Yah, I'm doin' great. I'm just doing a workout down here and I saw you come in through the security tapes channel on the TV. You looked pretty funny, you and Alice." He chuckled again and turned off the intercom.

Well that fucking little prick.

I heard huffing and puffing behind me and Alice was bent over, holding out her hand indicating she needed to catch her breath. "Car... is... here," she breathed heavily, heaving under the weight of her lungs. Wow, we really needed to be working out along Edward. A simple run through his house and we were all having asthmatic attacks.

"Yeah, he saw us on the security tapes. Apparently he's just doing dandy and is working out downstairs," I said, totally pissed at him.

Alice's eyes widened in shock and then narrowed. "That little fucker!"

"My thoughts exactly. What do you say we interrupt his little workout?"

Alice led me through some more long, dark hallways and down a couple flights of stairs and then we entered a very modern, very expensive looking workout room about the size of an actual fitness studio. It had mirrors running along the walls and several large LCD TV's hung from the walls.

I didn't know much about fitness but it looked like he had every machine you would ever need.

I scanned the room and he was working out pretty intensely on the treadmill and waved at us to come over.

As we approached him he slowed down his pace to a jog and took out his headphones.

"Ladies," he said casually, "what a nice visit. I didn't realize I was so missed at the school," he chuckled to himself and I was fed up with his smugness. I didn't know why I should be angry. It felt so irrational but I was still so worried and for him to have the nerve to just joke about it! Well!

"You guys here to work out?"

"No, we're fucking not here to work out, you fool!" Alice spat. "We were worried because we heard you fucking did shit with Bella last night and told her you LOVED HER and then you go missing the next day. It wasn't that far-fetched to expect you to be passed out cold in a ditch somewhere with needles sticking out of your arms."

He furrowed his brows and contemplated this accusation. "Ladies, I'm simply taking a run. Now if you will, make yourselves at home while I finish up and take a shower."

"Actually, I'm going back to school," Alice said, and strutted out of the room leaving me here alone.

With Edward.

Fuck.

Without bothering to look at me he stuck his headphones in and jacked up the speed, looking straight at the TV and paying me no accommodation or 'thanks for the worry' whatsoever.

Humph.

I left the gym and went up to the living room in hopes of watching TV until he was finished with his workout. That was until I saw the elaborate entertainment system that likely required a PhD in engineering in order to turn the f'n thing on. I took one glance at eight different remotes and six different electronic boxes of sorts – DVD players and what not, and went up to his bedroom.

I sat on his bed and waited patiently.

Why the hell was I waiting? Bah. As if I had time to sit around and wait for Edward Cullen.

Oh right. I had no vehicle. Alice darted out of here like a bat out of hell likely to tell everyone that all was well with Edward and he was simply "taking a run." I felt utterly ridiculous.

Twenty minutes later I heard someone making their way up the stairs and Edward entered, looking absolutely delicious. Even though I was mad as hell at him, he certainly did look so friggin' hot.

He had his grey workout t-shirt thrown over his strong, muscular shoulder, revealing his perfectly smooth chest and incredible eight-pack. My eyes wandered downward past his treasure trail and he wore grey sweatpants.

He must have noticed my jaw drop. He chuckled and shook his hair out with his towel; making his ripped abdomen muscles strain and the veins in his arms pulse from his workout.

"I guess I should shower eh? You probably don't like me all sweaty like this."

I didn't notice any sweat whatsoever. Except for in his perfect bronze hair, which was a little wet from his workout but he smelt divine, and his body was glistening. That must have been the sweat; I suppose men didn't usually glisten like that.

This is the man that told me he loved me last night and I ran.

"Hey, Bella?" he called from the bathroom. I could hear the water from the shower running. He returned to the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "Wouldn't you figure, if I was in love with you, the last thing I'd do is stick needles in my veins?"

I stood there dumbfounded and unsure of what to say. "Um..." I gulped. All I could focus on was those pecs.

"I said I love you because you make me happy," he said simply. And with that he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

I guess it wasn't a fluke that he said he loved me; he said it again today without even stuttering – without an ounce of hesitation.

And I couldn't even say it back.

Edward completely brushed me off for better half of day, grunting about having to do homework and write essays and everything else in between. He was acting so weird – so distant and uninterested in anything I was saying, replying with only grunts and nods.

I'm pretty sure he ran to the bathroom and shot coke while I was still there, because he returned to the room bouncing and running around blabbering a million miles an hour about finding some book he'd been looking for, "two six six six, twenty six sixty six!" he exclaimed, as if I was supposed to know what that meant.

I left his house and decided it was time I saw Jasper; I needed to talk to him.

Jasper picked me up in his 1984 Porsche; the music of some random band blasting through the speakers.

"TURN THAT DOWN!" I shouted as I sat down in the tan leather seats. Even though his car was older it was in mint condition and he'd spent tons of money pimping it out with a state of the art stereo and everything else.

Jasper drove a stick shift almost sexier than Edward; the fact that Jasper was a little more modest about the whole process made him more desirable than Edward going on about "nobody touches my stick but me" nonsense.

"The fact that he came out and said he loved me like it was nothing today made me feel like I didn't even want him," I explained to Jasper as we sped through the countryside. He was allegedly taking me to this great view of the lake on a rocky cliff to get high.

Cruising along the dirt roads with Jasper in his vintage Porsche made me feel like a movie star; like we were in the Thomas Crown Affair or something. It was a beautiful November day and unlike typical Forks weather it was rather mild out.

After hanging out with Edward there was something so appealing about Jasper's disposition, like we just meshed so seamlessly. I guess that's why we were best friends.

"Well, I'll tell you Bella, when Alice told me Cullen got you off I wasn't exactly surprised," Jasper said, keeping his eyes on the road. He shifted up down a gear and pulled into a random gas station that just seemed to appear in the middle of nowhere. "I mean the guy prides himself in his ability to manipulate pussy." He hopped out of the car. "I'll be right back."

I flipped open the glove box and put on Jasper's aviators. I'll admit, I did look fuckin' badass in these shades.

Jasper returned with a bag of wine gums and two diet Cokes.

"ReBella," he said, handing me a coke and the bag of candy.

"Hey Jazz," I said tentatively "Can I drive?"

Jasper looked over at me and raised his eyebrow. "Hmm, yeah, sure, why not right?" He hopped out and made it over to my side quickly enough to open the door for me.

I took a seat and adjusted the mirrors and everything and looked around to make sure I knew where everything was. Edward wouldn't let me drive his "baby."

"As I was saying," Jasper continued, "when he said he loved you I assumed he was on drugs or something."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"You know what I mean," Jasper said. "He obviously hasn't said that before so I assumed he didn't know the feeling enough to be able to express that kind of emotion. He's very emotionally retarded."

"I just feel like he doesn't know what he's saying. Perhaps he just thinks that because he can tolerate me longer than anyone else it's love but when the next new thing blows into town he'll be all over her. I'm just saying," I said, shifting up a gear and Jasper nodded in approval in response to my sick driving skills, "I'm not ready for this. I just wanted to get through my last year with as little drama possible and graduate with that scholarship."

"I would agree entirely." Jasper fiddled around with the radio until he found some decent tunes, MGMT and bobbed his head along to the music. "Just so long as you don't bail on our Whistler plans because the douche is coming."

Son of a bitch.