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Chapter 10: The Second That You Say

Edward pov

I don't know what I was thinking. What the hell had I gotten myself into?!

I didn't love Jessica, but I decided to tell her I did anyway, and now…here I was, trying to explain this to her, only to have her accuse me of leading her on, etc.

That isn't even the worst of it.

As soon as Jessica saw us, she erupted…big time.

She starts yelling about how I cheated on her—even though we still weren't re-official yet—and making accusations. So of course, Bella's all confused and whatnot, and Jessica gives her a smug, smirking smile, saying "Oh, you didn't know? I guess Edward hasn't told you that he called me…" At this point she turned pointedly to me, glaring "today and told me he still had feelings for me and that he wanted to get back together!" She finished, her voice rising an octave with every word.

Bella, at that point, had a non believing expression masked on her face.

Because of course me, of all people, her best friend, the one that's suppose to be there for her, the one who admitted that he loved her, and wanted nothing but to be with her, and swore he didn't have feelings for this girl who was revealing this information to her, wouldn't ever do that.

But the best part of the whole situation was that…I did. (hint the sarcastic tone.)

So, in conclusion, I'm an ass, and a big one at that.

Maybe I should have told Bella what had happened straight up instead of making the original plans that I did.

I am the world's biggest ass. Well, not really, but I'm still a big one at that.

"Why would you tell me you still loved me if you didn't mean it?! You could've just told me. I would've understood, Edward. But instead, you lied to me!" She turned and glared at me after she stopped her pacing.

We were currently in my bedroom. Jessica came barging into my bedroom, started yelling. Bella—whose expression I couldn't even bare to replay in my imagination after assuring her that what Jessica was saying to her was true—got up abruptly and left the room, all sad faced and whatnot. I certainly caught that as I nodded my head after Bella turned to me, silently asking if Jessica's statement was true. Her face immediately fell, and I saw the tears well up in her beautiful, muddy eyes, right before she pulled away from me harshly and left the room.

That was when Jessica's wrath fell upon me.

I've been planted in the same spot on my leather couch since Bella took a seat on it beside me.

"I didn't mean to lie to you. I just had a change of heart when Bella came over today. It's as simple as that. Feelings change Jessica, and I can't help that." I was trying my best to be polite and sympathetic, but I had to of given her this same explanation to the same question—only asked in a different way—ten different times. It was starting to pinch my nerves.

Jessica was in no way a bad person, she was decent enough. It was just that…she can irritate me sometimes. She was a nice enough girl, but she has a tendency to be overdramatic at times, and slightly shady.

"You're feelings don't just change in the matter of an hour and a half, Edward."

"Obviously mine do." I reciprocated.

I wasn't as much worried about this current argument as I was Bella at the moment. I hadn't heard her car start, which hopefully meant that Alice had talked her into letting me explain at the least before she stormed out, never to talk to me again. But there was no use in that. We had to talk.

Bella and I had this connection, and I know she had to feel it too. We couldn't just not communicate with each other.

Of course, I'm not saying that that in its self gives me permission to do as I please, not that I would anyway, I wanted to make her happy. I didn't like seeing that sad expression covering her beautiful face.

I would have to make this right somehow. I would obviously have to tell her the truth.

Which was that I loved her more than anything. And then some…which included mine and Jessica's conversation.

I realized now that I was blocking out mine and Jessica's current conversation and snapped back to the present moment.

Jessica was in the middle of telling me how shitty I am and how I completely wasted the last three months for her, and so on. I cut her off.

"Jessica, listen. I'm truly sorry that I've ruined prom for you. I'm an ass, and I should've thought through my feelings more before I decided to tell you what I did. I know now that I don't really feel for you that way as much as I did, or thought I did for that matter. But sitting here arguing about this isn't going to change anything that already happened. So why don't we just call it a day?" As I finished saying this, she huffed and stormed out of my room, and I heard her clacking shoes as the stomped down the stairs.

I sat there for a few moments, bent over, elbows rested on my knees, and my face in my hands, thinking about how I would explain this to Bella, before following Jessica's suite and sluggishly making my way down the stairs to Bella.

Bella pov

I shoved my way out of Edward's room after having found out that Edward was planning on getting back together with her, and then having him confirm it.

He used me!

What am I to him?!

Obviously not much.

I trusted him. I loved him. Fuck, I've waited for him, and was still planning on waiting for him for as long as it took for him to get his shit together. But this…I didn't deserve this.

This was not fair.

I guess mom was right when she would always say that. That life's not always fair.

It never is really.

That one of the few things I remember about my mom.

She died when I was really young.

For some reason though, I still think about it. It wouldn't be abnormal if it weren't for the fact that I barely remember her. Her name was Renee. Edward was really the only person I ever really said anything about her to. He always nodded and comforted when needed. He never really spoke out about how he understood, or how he knew what I was going through…because he really didn't. Instead, he was just there for me, and listened to me and comforted me with his silence.

He's changed. He isn't the same Edward that he was when we were so close.

I can't help but almost wish we had that back. Before love or relationships found their way between us. Just ol' Edward and Bella. When we were best friends. It hurts, what's happening right now.

And although I almost miss our old friendship…I can't deny that every time I see him, I just get this feeling. You know, that one that makes you want to draw little pink hearts all over your math paper? The one the leaves you smiling like a fool for no apparent reason before you even realize you're doing it. The feeling that just makes me gush over him every time I see him. Even if he doesn't acknowledge me, I just smile ridiculously, even in my mind, when I see him.

Because just being around the boy makes me crazy. He makes my day worth the trouble. Because he's just that amazing.

And as much as I sound like a mind boggled, babbling teenage girl right now….it's all so incredibly, and sadly true.

So as I stomped my way down the spiral stairs (trying not to cry as I so often do), realizing this, I also realized that Edward was worth the trouble, despite the fact that he was being an ass.

So when I reached the door, before Alice put a hand on my shoulder to stop me, I stopped myself.

I turned around and headed for the kitchen. I was sure Edward would get around to coming down here and talking to me. And, as always, I'm sure he had a very well thought-out and reasonable explanation/apology.

I felt whipped, but I probably am.

Oh well.

If whipped means just having a flash of his beautiful, crooked smile to make my heart flutter, then I'm all for it.

Because he has a way of turning around my terrible days and making my mind wander off to him whenever I hear one of those silly little love songs.

But I'm a love crazed teenager like that. But I have absolutely no problem with that as long as I get to have him in the end. Only because this pain that he's causing me now is nowhere near in comparison to the pain I felt when I hardly had him in my life for only three months.

So anyway, I decided to take a seat on one of the various bar stools that surrounded the island counter, and rested my elbows on the marble top, letting my face drop into my hands.

After a few, long, agonizing moments, I heard the footsteps proceeding in my direction and peeked up to see Alice standing hesitantly under the arch that combined both the kitchen and the dining room.

"Bella?"

I lifted my head to look at her.

"Emmett's here. You want to talk to him?" She asked, looking over her shoulder towards Emmett, who was already making his way into the kitchen, regardless of whether I wanted him to or not.

"Hey Bells! How are you?!" He asked, excited grin in place.

I couldn't help but smile back.

"Not too incredibly bad. Outside of a few inconvenient occurrences." I grimaced at that.

"Ugh, tell me about it." He threw an arm around my chair while leaning back in his own seat.

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