1I'm so so so so sorry for the long wait. Sorry! I've been extremely busy with all this stuff. I don't like this chapter myself. But it's got everything in it. And it's pretty long. So, tell me if you like it or loathe it.

Oh, by the way, I felt 'Whipped Into Shape' fit this chapter better than 'Chip On Your Shoulder.'

It doesn't really matter, anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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My God.

Bella was so fucking beautiful in the mornings.

It was exactly 7:15 in the morning, and I snuck out of Bella's grasp to go home before my Dad knocked on the door of my room.

"Bye, Son." He said before eyeing my room for any girls.

Little did he know I was crashing at Bella's every night since I came over to her window.

It was such an exhausting process, being with Bella. I sometimes wondered if it was even worth it. We never declared our relationship.

But we kissed such sweet fucking kisses. And every touch was amazing.

It was definitely fucking worth it.

And if Bella weren't so amazing, I would've complained about how we haven't had sex since that amazing weekend. And I'm one-hundred percent sure it's for the best, though I don't know why.

She was so smart. And had an amazing taste in music. Her soft spot for The Cure is one of the best things about her.

I think absolutely loved Bella.

Deep in my twisted fucking heart, I really did.

But of course, I didn't have the balls to tell her.

Isabella Swan was a walking wet dream. When she came back home from her Eating Disorder group, she chose to take off her sweater because "it was too hot in the house." She had nothing but a white tank top on, which let me see her pink laced bra underneath. I almost drooled. I called bullshit when I looked at the thermostat in the hallway that was currently turned off. The thermometer next to it said the house was a little over fifty degrees. So warm. Right.

Her long legs were always smooth and touchable. We spent many nights exploring each other's bodies, but I always had the most fun running my hands down her thighs, kissing her knees, and kissing her toes which were always painted green, her current favorite colour.

"It's the same colour as your eyes." She blushed, pulling the covers over her head.

Her perfect lips were mine to nibble on and kiss.

I groaned, thinking about Bella's lips on mine and accidently passed a red light.

"Fuck," I muttered. I needed Bella so badly.

I shook it off and parked next to a grocery store.

Searching through the aisles, I found a rose for Bella and a pack of Newport cigarettes at the front desk for myself.

"Still smoking, Edward?" A cold, nervous voice asked behind me. I felt a shot of anger flare through my system. Of course Whitlock had to come to the same grocery store I shopped at.

I kept walking down the aisles, ignoring the urge to beat him silly. He continued to push my fucking buttons, following me as I searched for a nonexistent item.

"Cullen, do you really truly love Bella?"

I felt my body tense at the sound of her name, my hands snapping the stem of the rose I held. I turned around to see Whitlock's panicked eyes again. This guy was fucking insane!

"Tell me, Cullen! Do you love her?"

I studied his face carefully. His wide, bloodshot eyes, his sudden disinterest in the thing he cared about most—his appearance. I shook my head in disapproval.

"Jasper, are you doing drugs?"

He shrugged, as if it were nothing. "Are you in love with Bella? Edward? Does she love you?"

Christ.

I stepped closer to him, my anger still too much to be within arms distance. "You know that shit doesn't help, Whitlock. Does Alice know?"

He laughed humourlessly. "It works. It works." He shook his head, wailing. "Alice doesn't know. She's mad at me because I'm still thinking about Bella. I'm still so guilty. I hurt Bella! Bella."

I looked at the cashier lady who obviously didn't care that some guy was having an episode in her own store.

"Edward," he whined. "Do you love Bella? Tell me. So I can be happy with Alice. I don't want to be guilty! I'm guilty for killing Bella!"

I sighed. "Yes, I do. I...love Bella." I looked at my shoes, ashamed. "Jasper, how'd you get here?"

"My feet."

I groaned. "That's about seven miles. I'll drive you home. Stop using that shit, do you hear me?"

He nodded, his nose running. "How is Bella? Did you know I still have feelings for her? Alice thinks so. Is Bella short like Alice?"

I walked him out of the store, throwing the rose and cigarettes in a basket before leaving.

"Cullen, are you hitting Bella?" He narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

I shook my head.

"Bella's a good kisser. And a good fuck. Oh, man. So good."

I put my seat belt on, my hands aching to punch him in the face.

"She's so good. She sings when she's riding me. Always. Sings! Like a bird. So good." Jasper sniffed, scratching his head.

I sighed in relief as he changed the subject to school. "Lauren Mallory said she thought I was hot. Am I hot, Edward? Edward? Hello? You listenin'?"

I grunted, watching the streets pass by.

Whitlock decided to give up on talking and rested his head on the window. After a while, he sighed sadly. I rolled my eyes.

"What, Jas?"

He sighed again. "I really fucked up. Alice hates me. Bella hates me. Rose and Em hate me. You hate me. My dad don't care. I'm fucked."

"That's life, Whitlock."

He wiped a tear away, pouting. "I don't like life right now, dude."

I sighed this time. "I don't either."

"But you have Bella."

"But I have Bella."

Jasper grinned to himself. "And I have Alice."

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"Edward," Bella sighed happily as I kissed her neck gently. "Where were you?"

I twisted my fingers in her beautiful brown hair. "Home. I had to go do something."

She moaned quietly as I sucked on the sensitive skin above her ear.

"Tell me, Isabella. Why are you so fucking appealing?So fucking delicious?" I said, smirking at her reaction. She was literally panting, her fingers once again entangled in my hair.

"Tell me." I urged, nibbling on her ear.

She continued to ignore me, wrapping her long legs around my body. I could feel her heat through her clothes.

"Bella," I reprimanded, pulling away, "I asked you something. Answer."

Bella whimpered, pulling me to her again. "I...I don't know why."

I kissed her neck, my hands inching up her shirt. "Silly Bella, you're extremely beautiful. Didn't you know? Didn't anybody tell you?" I kissed her jaw, feeling her hands slide down my back to grab my ass.

"Answer me, Bella," I growled, my hands massaging her beautiful breasts.

She threw her head back, moaning softly. "No, Edward."

I almost felt angry at her response. Bella was the most sought-after girl in Forks. You've got to be fucking kidding me.

I suddenly felt this strange emotion flow through my body, making me forget the rock-hard erection in my pants, making me forget how much I needed to be inside of Bella.

I just needed Bella to know how special she is to me. How perfect she is in my eyes.

With this, I kissed her lips, now cupping her face in my hands. "You're beautiful, Bella. You're the most amazing woman in my world. You're one-hundred percent to me."

When we both came back for air, her chocolate-brown eyes were filled with tears. "Thank you. I...really appreciate it."

I nodded, rolling over to the other side of her body.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I glanced at the message on the screen.

From: Jasper

Tell Bella that she has a great asshole of a boyfriend.

Thanks for bringing me home.

I couldn't help but smile. Jasper had been the opposite of what I was when I had my shit taken away from me. He gladly gave it up, watching as the powder was flushed down the toilet. He hugged me, telling me to put the seat down, or he'll get in trouble later when Alice comes.

I, however, was not so grateful. My father pulled the drugs from under my bed and threw it in the toilet without saying a word. I threw myself at him, crying over how much I'd spent and how much I hated him. He caused it. He was going to pay someday, I thought.

I shook the cloudy thoughts from my head, pulling Bella into my arms once again.

I kissed the top of her head, content

Bella yelped, hiding under the covers as the door swung open.

Normally, this would've caused me to close my eyes and wait for the angry father to beat me to a pulp, but this wasn't the case.

Nor was it her father.

Great. It's the tiny one.

"Hi, Edward." Pixie-bitch waved towards me and pulled the comforter down, revealing a very scared Bella Swan.

"Isabella Marie Swan! You stupid bitch! You didn't call! You could've died. Or been in a coma. Jesus, Bella! Do you know what I've been dealing with? A druggie of a boyfriend, Bella! It's so horrible! I came over today to eat breakfast with him and he was high. I didn't even know what to do! God, Bella. You're so fucking selfish. You haven't called!"

I blinked, looking at Bella, who was pursing her lips in thought.

I looked at the clock. 9:27 a.m.

Nobody sleeps anymore.

"Did he tell you why?" She asked quietly, playing with the hem of my shirt.

Alice grabbed a bottle of nail polish from Bella's night stand and started to paint her nails nonchalantly. "Because of you. Duh. He's still feeling 'guilty' for cheating on you. Sorry about that, though. I didn't think you'd find out. But yeah, he's horrible. I'm breaking up with him today."

This is where I jump in and save the day.

`"Don't, Alice." I warned, scratching my head nervously.

They both looked at me curiously. "Look, don't leave him. To sum it all up, the drugs are gone. He was ready to give it up. He doesn't want to leave you, Alice. He just wanted to know if Bella was okay."

Alice narrowed her eyes. "And is she?"

I nodded. "Perfectly fine."

Alice then began to wail. I can see why she and Jasper are so perfect for each other. "I love my Jazzy! He's just such an asshole! I wanna punch him, but I wanna fuck him senseless, too."

"Ew."

"I'm leaving. I'll call you, Bella, after I'm done fucking Jasper senseless. I'm saving option number one for later."

Jesus.

How'd she get in the house?

We both laid back on the bed, wrapped in blankets.

"Bella?"

Well, fuck.

Now this is where I close my eyes and wait to get punched silly.

"Oh, my God. Bella?" Chief Swan eyed both of us, turning scarlet from anger.

Bella bounced up from the bed, fully clothed. Thank you, Jesus.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Edward Cullen. Edward, meet my Dad, Charlie Swan."

Bella gave me a look that told me "You better get the fuck up and shake his fucking hand or I'll fucking slaughter you myself."

I got up from the bed, thankful for Alice's interruption. If I had gotten up with an hard-on, I would've gotten my balls shot, too.

I held out my hand to Chief Swan, who currently looked like he was shitting a kidney stone. He refused to take my hand.

He looked at Bella. "So you go from Jasper Whitlock to this piece of scum? This is a new low, Bella." Chief Swan shook his head. "Get him out of my house."

"Dad, you're being—"

"I told you to get him out of my house before I shoot his face off, Bella."

I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked to the first door I could find.

"Edward, you're staying here." Bella said, her voice shaky. She blocked the door.

Chief Swan put his hand on the gun on his belt. "Keep walking, Cullen. Get out of my house."

"He's not moving."

"Yes, he is." He took out his handgun, my heart racing. Should I run? Should I jump out the window? "He's scum, Bella. Word gets out. Don't you hear gossip? He's screwed tons of girls, Bells. Do you really want that kind of boy?"

I looked at my shoes in shame.

Bella sobbed, her fists clenched. "This is my boyfriend! He helped me go back to eating. I can't believe you're treating him like...like shit."

"He is shit, Bells." He said softly, as if they were calming words.

I hung my head low, tears stinging my eyes.

"You're disgusting. No wonder Renee left you." Bella spat at her father as I left the house, running to my car.

"Edward!" I heard her yell as I turned up the volume on my stereo.

I drove off, indeed feeling like the biggest asshole on earth.

Feeling angry, at myself for making such crap decisions in the past. And at Charlie for treating Bella like that.

I stopped at a grocery store, parking on the side of the road to call Bella.

It didn't take too long for her to pick up.

"Edward!" She yelped into the phone, still crying.

"Shh, Bella. Don't cry. Where are you?" I couldn't help but let the tears flow, my fists clenched.

She continued to cry, making my heart shatter. "I don't know...a bench on the s-side of the highway."

Jesus fucking Christ.

When I didn't answer, she began to sob louder.

"Bella, Bella. Calm down." I sighed, my head against the steering wheel.

With a shaky breath, I sang into the phone.

Bella's favorite song. The song I referred to as the "cheesiest song in the history of songs other than anything composed by Lionel Richie."

"I don't care if Monday's black. Tuesday, Wednesday — heart attack."

Bella whimpered, calming down.

"Thursday, never looking back. It's Friday, I'm in love. Monday, you can hold your head. Tuesday, Wednesday stay in bed. Or Thursday, watch the walls instead. Bella, it's Friday, I'm in love..."

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A/N: Who doesn't love The Cure? Tell me what you think. We're getting closer to the end. ): The song for this chapter is pretty obvious, but it'll be on my profile. Go ahead and listen to each and every song on there. And if you're having trouble finding Allison Weiss songs, PM me and I'll find 'em for you.

I want you whipped into shape! When I say "jump" say 'how high?'

You know you're doin' it right. When you start to cry! If you don't look like you should,

You got to Whip it! Whip it! Whip it good!