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Chapter 10:

I got back to my apartment and collapsed onto my bed, letting my feet dangle over the edge. I looked at the clock, it was 8:45. It was so early; I'd usually just be starting my day and now I had nothing to do. I started to panic, what was I going to do for three months? I'm going to need a hobby.

I grabbed my phone out of my bag and noticed I had a text from Rosalie, she sent it twenty minutes ago:

Hi! Love to, let's grab lunch today? Call me. Ur in the Post again.

Fantastic, that's just great. I figured I'd call her. I took a deep breath and pressed send.

"Well, if it isn't my famous baby cousin. How are you holding up?" She said.

"Ugh, kill me! How bad is the picture? Please tell me they don't know who I am still?" I sighed.

"They are still referring to you as the other woman, so you're safe for now but the pictures are a lot better than the first one. You had on some fabulous sunglasses in two, are they Chanel?" Leave it to Rose to dwell on my outfit.

"Oh, thank God." I sighed "Yeah they are Chanel, I bought them the other week. So, what time do you want to get lunch today? I'm free all day!" I was starting to look forward to having something to do, even if it was just lunch with Rose.

"I can take a lunch break at 2, want to meet at Redeye Grill? It's around the corner from my office?"

"Yeah, sounds good. Um I'm actually gonna run and go get the Post though. I'll see you at later, kay?" We said goodbye and I quickly hung up the phone. I was about to run out and grab the paper but I figured since I was in the public eye now, I should probably shower and change my outfit before I get photographed in the same outfit 2 days in a row.

I showered quickly and walked into my room. I put on a bra and underwear and grabbed one of my Rutger's sweatshirts and yoga pants, throwing them on. I put on a pair of converse and threw my hair up into a bun. I grabbed my bag and ran out of my apartment, putting on my sunglasses.

I started looking through the paper, not bothering to leave the store. I knew what the pictures were going to be of but I was really curious to see how I looked in them, please God make it better than last time.

I opened the paper up to Page Six and I saw a picture of me walking into Edward's building with our morning coffee; luckily my face was blocked by those sunglasses. I'm so happy I decided to wear them that morning, I could only imagine if they got a picture of the horrible bags under my eyes. That would have really given them something to write about. The other picture was of us in the car. I was covering my face and Edward was looking over at me, smiling. He looked so fucking hot. I pushed the thought from my mind because I was shocked that there were two more pictures, though they were smaller, they only added fuel to my 'slutty image' fire. Where the hell did they find these pictures?

The first was a picture of me and Mike at a Tada Network party. Our bodies were pressed together and I had my hand on his chest and his hand was on the small of my back, he was whispering something into my ear. I didn't even know someone was taking pictures during the party. What the hell? The second was from the Tada Holiday Party and it was of Ben and I, we were standing under mistletoe and he was kissing my cheek. Whoops, I hope Angela won't get mad, but it was before they started dating we were just goofing around. I was amazed at how these people were able to take an image that was so innocent and spin it into something much more meaningful than it originally was. I sighed and read the article.

Edward and Mystery Woman Still Going Strong, She's Cause of Another Celebrity Rift:

We were the first to break the news that ladies man Edward Cullen ditched his reality star GF for a mystery brunette on Valentine's Day but it seems Edward isn't the first celebrity she's dug her claws into. Sources tell us that the mystery woman dated Mike Newton (picture above), son of Evelyn Newton and star of Jersey Wives, last year and once their relationship went sour she rebounded with Mike's brother, Ben Newton (picture above). Allegedly their romance caused a huge rift between the two brothers and they haven't spoken since. Though, maybe the Newtons will reconcile since the beautiful brunette was spotted entering Edward's apartment Monday morning(picture above) and the couple was later spotted driving away in Cullen's Range Rover (picture above). The duo must have been shot by Cupid's arrow because sources tell us their relationship is more than just a one night stand! Tell us what you think about the new couple on our website and let us know if you think this unlikely pairing is going to start a trend of celebrity and non-celebrity relationships.

Well, this is fucking horrible. I never dated Mike or Ben, so how can they write this crap? Who are their 'sources' because they don't know shit. Maybe I could sue them for libel? At least they didn't know who I was…. I can only imagine what people were saying about me on their website. I paid for the paper and walked back to my apartment.

Once I got into my bedroom, I grabbed my laptop and went to Page Six's website. I found the online article about Edward and me and started to read the comments.

EWWWWW what a social climber! Why are these hot guys interested in this hag!

This girl is a whore! Team Tanya!

Why would Edward dump Tanya Denali for this gremlin? Hopefully she has a magic vagina.

I'm rooting for Edanya to get back together. THIS HOMEWRECKER NEEDS TO DIE.

Seeing ugly girls like this get with hot guys like that gives me hope!

Whoa. I slammed my laptop closed. Judging from the first five comments I read, people really hate me. How could they be so cruel? They don't even know me! I was on the verge of tears but I pulled myself together. I have been crying so much this weekend; I didn't have the mental stability for another breakdown. What even possessed me to read these comments in the first place? I know I was hoping that people wouldn't believe everything they read, but obviously they do. Maybe, I also had a little bit of hope that people would be happy about Edward and I having a relationship. Obviously, not.

I needed to stop thinking about Edward and I living happily ever after. It wasn't going to happen, EVER! I should hate this guy for what he did to me, so why can't I stop smiling when I think about our kiss this morning? This was not good! I grabbed my phone to text Jake:

Hey hot stuff! Just thinking about u. Have a good day! xx

I smiled. So help me God, Jake was defiantly going to help me get over Edward. Speaking of Edward, I wonder if he ever emailed his publicist. I was so pissed at him this morning, I forgot to ask. I figured I would send him an email.

10:32 AM
From: Isabella Swan
To: Edward Cullen
Subject: PageSix

I was just wondering if you spoke with your publicist about making a statement regarding me yet. We are another hot topic in the Post. And according to the comments, I am a social climbing, slutty gremlin with a magic vagina. Hope you're plan doesn't crash.

Bella

Sent. Maybe I should have left the part out about my magic vagina? He probably won't understand it in that context. Whatever. I curled up in my bed and turned on my TV, I put on Tada and Tanya's Word was on. I was kind of curious to find out what Edward see's in her, so I started watching. Tanya was out to lunch with some friends and they were planning a trip to Punta Cana. Seriously, it seemed as if all these people did were go on exotic vacations. I heard my cell phone beep.

My stomach was full of butterflies when I saw I had an email:

11:25 AM
From: Edward Cullen
To: Isabella Swan
Subject: Re:PageSix

I just spoke with my publicist. She gave a statement to E! News so it should be airing tonight. (Your welcome) You should never listen to what people have to say about you. You are not ugly nor a gremlin but your vagina is pretty magical. I'm really sorry about this morning; let me make it up to you. Go buy yourself something with the black card, it's the least I can do. Thanks for your encouraging words about my plane landing safely, I'm not nervous anyway. (Mostly because I've been popping Xanax like they were tic tacs) Also, if you don't mind could you arrange for my boxes to be shipped to LA? I would have asked you to do it this morning but I was scared for the safety of my face. It's my money maker, you know. I'm staying at my buddy's house, the address 2020 Canyon Hills Ave. Los Angeles 90036.

Thanks,

Edward

I read the email five times. I had so many mixed emotions about it. One of the things that stood out the most was he said I could buy myself something with the black card… What did he think he could buy my forgiveness? Because he hit the nail on the head with that one. I thought about the things I could get… he never gave me a price limit, so maybe I'll get a Chanel bag or maybe a pair of Louboutins? I was excited over the possibilities.

I know I should hate his guts but all those feelings of wanting him were starting to resurface, especially after he kissed me this morning. And he thinks my vagina is magical! Obviously, it wasn't magical enough to make him want to be with me. He gives me such mixed messages. Maybe I needed to take more drastic measures to get over him, like shock therapy or something. Every time I think nice things about Edward, I'll shock myself. That will cure me.

God, this is so confusing. I emailed him back.

11:40 AM
From: Isabella Swan
To: Edward Cullen
Subject: Re:Re:PageSix

Thanks for talking with your publicist. I'll set up to have your boxes shipped off later today. I guess I shouldn't wish your plane to crash because then I'd be unemployed. Have a good time in LA.

Bella

I threw my phone on my bed. I needed to stop thinking of Edward Cullen, so I decided to get ready for my lunch with Rosalie. Maybe I'd go shopping before I met her.

I opened my computer and without looking at the comments from the Post, I went on Pandora and played Nicki Minaj radio. I started singing along with Beez in the Trap.

I needed to look fabulous for lunch or else Rose would critique me up and down. I meticulously put on my makeup and looked at my neck. The hickeys faded dramatically so I was able to cover them up with some foundation. Thank God, I was starting to feel like I was hiding a vampire bite with all the scarves I've been wearing.

I looked my face over in the mirror and after I decided it was up to Rosalie's standards, I focused my attention on picking out an outfit. I stood staring into my closet to look for an outfit. I decided on a pair of magenta jeans, a loose fitting cream and white striped tank top and a cream leather jacket. I threw on some sky high, suede, black pumps that buckled around my ankle. I looked myself over in the mirror and decided that I looked Rose-worthy. I shut my computer, grabbed my phone off my bed and reached for my bag. I walked out of the apartment and towards the subway.

While I was waiting for the train I noticed I had an email from Edward.

12:37 PM
From: Edward Cullen
To: Isabella Swan
Subject: Re:Re:Re:PageSix

I miss the way we use to be.

I stared at the screen. What does that even mean? I decided for the sake of my emotional well being to ignore it.

I had an hour until I was supposed to meet with Rosalie and I found myself going to Nieman Marcus. I walked directly to the shoe department and started looking around. I was instantly drawn to a pair of Ruthie Davis pumps. They were hot pink, light pink and orange with two sets of straps that crisscrossed and then buckled around the ankle. They were sky high and totally fucking amazing. It must have been fate because a sales person came up to ask me if I wanted to try them on.

"I'll take and 8 please!" I made my way over to the chair and started unbuckling my black pumps. They looked old and boring compared to the Ruthie Davis ones. The guy came back and I put the shoes on. They were spectacular. I told the sales guy I'd take them as I reluctantly put my granny pumps back on. I paid for the shoes with Edward's black card and I had to suppress the urge to go buy more things.

I walked out of Neiman Marcus feeling high on life; I practically skipped the whole way to Redeye Grille. I got to the place and it was only 1:45 so I got a table and texted Rose that I was here. I ordered a root beer and as the waiter was leaving I saw a familiar blonde head approaching the booth.

"Hi, superstar! So glad you could fit me into your busy schedule" she teased.

"Oh you know, I have to remember the little people" I stood up to give her a hug.

The waiter returned with my drink and Rosalie ordered a Coke. We engaged in small talk until he brought her drink and we ordered our food. Once the waiter left, she got down to business. "So, what is the deal with Edward Cullen?"

Hm.. I was wondering how I would bring this up to her. I wanted to tell her what happened but I signed that nondisclosure agreement. I figured I'd lead with that.

"Well, I had to sign a nondisclosure agreement, so I can't really tell you. But I will tell you, you were completely right about him, he is the biggest asshole I've ever met in my life." I looked at Rosalie's face and took a sip of my root beer. If anyone knew how to handle boy drama, it was Rosalie and I suddenly wished I could tell her everything that happened.

She let out a big sigh and went to grab my hand. "You know, I feel really horrible about how I handled that situation and I want to apologize." She totally took me by surprise, I could count on one hand the number of times I heard her apologize. "I was being a bitch. I had no right to imply you weren't qualified, because you are. You are amazing and smart and charming and I was jealous. Insanely jealous, because I knew he would fall for you the moment you opened your big mouth." She laughed.

My jaw must have hit the ground. That was the nicest thing she has ever said to me. "What are you talking about? Are you high or something?" She's never spoken to me like this before in my life.

She rolled her eyes "Bella. I think you are the only person in the world who doesn't see how amazing you are. You just have this aura about you" she was waving her hands around "it's just inviting. I don't really know how to explain it."

"Ok. Well, not everyone is so bewitched by me. Edward accepted an invitation to my aura and then rejected it after the fact, if you get what I'm saying." I was looking down at the table.

She grabbed my hand again and she looked concerned "That's because he's the biggest idiot. But I bet he'll come around eventually..." The devil on my shoulder was silently praying that he did.

Our food arrived and we dug in. I was starving.

After taking a few bites, I spoke again "Well. That's the other thing. I shouldn't want to be with someone who would treat me that way but I do and I'm really having a hard time with it. Plus, he left to shoot a movie for three months."

She almost choked on her food "So you knew he was leaving but gave him your aura anyway and now you're upset about it?" I was kind of amused by this whole play on words thing we had going on.

"No, after. He said he regretted accepting my aura and then he told me he was leaving for LA. I didn't get out of bed for two days" I was pushing around the lettuce with my fork "But then I met this other guy, his name's Jake and well, he's just the sweetest guy and I think I could really like him, if I wasn't so caught up on Edward." I was really in a dilemma.

She was silent for a moment "Bella, after what you told me about Edward, I think its best that he's out of the picture for awhile and maybe you should see where things go with this Jake guy. You don't want to be with someone who rejects you after sleeping with you." She grabbed my hand again.

She was completely right. Everyone I cared about was telling me to get over Edward and I needed to listen to them. Hell, even I knew that I shouldn't want to be with Edward. "You're right, I'm just glad he's gone because it's a lot harder to hate him when he's standing right in front of you. But I do want to see where things would go with Jake..."

She seemed happy with my answer and we got off the subject of Edward as we finished eating.

"So. There's something else," I said "are you dating anyone right now?"

She looked at me quizzically "Um, no, not at the moment, why?"

"Well, because Edward has a brother, Emmett and he's totally your type and I think you guys would really hit it off." I grabbed my phone and Googled 'Edward Cullen brother' sliding my phone over to her when I found a good picture of Emmett.

"Damn, he's hot!" she laughed. "But is he as big of a jackass as his brother?" She looked concerned.

"No. He seems like an ok guy, I only met him once though." I said.

"Well. Maybe I'll go out for a drink with him. Do you know how to contact him?"

I smiled. "Why yes. I have his number. Should I text him now?"

She nodded enthusiastically. I texted Emmett and I heard back from him right away. I sent him a picture of Rosalie and he said he defiantly wanted to get a drink with her. I gave him her phone number and the next thing I know, Rose was texting away.

"Just remember. You can't say anything to him about me and Edward, ok? I could probably go to jail or something!"

She rolled her eyes at me "My lips are sealed" she made the gesture of zipping her lips and throwing away the key "I hate to say this because I'm having a great time with you, but I have to get back to work." We settled up the check and we said our goodbyes. I was happy that Rosalie and I were able to clear the air. I really missed talking to her, well when she was being nice like this.

I decided to walk back to my apartment and even though my feet would probably kill me by the time I got back to SoHo, it was such a beautiful day and I wanted to enjoy it. I slid on my Chanel sunglasses and lit up a cigarette. I only made it three blocks before I decided to take the subway.

I got back to my apartment and I saw Angela was home. "HI! How was work! I haven't seen you, how did your first day go?"

She walked out of her bedroom and she looked defeated "Oh Bella. It's so hard. The kids are such spoiled brats and they don't listen because I'm just a substitute and I just…" She just burst into tears.

I pulled her into a hug and let her cry. After awhile, she went to sit down on the couch and I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured us two glasses.

I brought it out to her and she unleashed all her problems from the past two days. I felt horrible for her because it all boiled down to the fact that she hated her job. "Oh Ang. Well it's only been two days, give it some time. You know, it's a hard adjustment for you and the students, but it can only get better."

"Yeah, I mean I guess you're right. It only has been two days and I just need to give it a shot." Angela was wiping her tears away.

Just then, Ben burst into our apartment, oblivious to his girlfriend's current state of emotion. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together "Ladies, how do you feel about going to Atlantic City this weekend? I just talked to someone from Harrah's and they want Mike and I to make an appearance at the Pool After Dark." He looked at both of us and then realized Angela was upset.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He rushed over and sat next to her, pulling her into a hug. I chose to excuse myself but I was silently hoping Angela would want to go to AC this weekend. I LOVE Atlantic City and after the shitty weekend I had, it would be a lot of fun to gamble and let loose.

After an hour or so, Angela came into my room, looking much more like herself. "So, do I even need to ask you?"

AH! I shot out of my bed and pulled her into the biggest hug! "WE'RE GOING TO ATLANTIC CITY! COME ON WE NEED TO GO GET OUTFITS! NOW!" We were both jumping up and down, giddy with excitement.

We walked into a cute boutique around the corner from our apartment and I instantly found an orange dress that would go perfectly with my new Ruthie Davis shoes. It was sleeveless with a scoop neck that had two thin cutouts right above my boobs. There were also three cutouts over the left thigh.

I grabbed the dress and showed it to Angela, telling her about my new shoes.

"Wait, Ruthie Davis? Aren't her shoes like $800? I know you're making good money now, but how the hell did you afford them?" She looked skeptical and I was kind of embarrassed to tell her.

I recapped everything that happened last night and then showed her the emails from Edward. "So, he said to buy myself something and since he was such a jackass I figured he owed it to me."

"Well shit, the real question is why didn't you buy more than one pair!" I was relieved she didn't get all high and mighty on me.

Angela found a cute chartreuse dress and we headed to the dressing rooms to try them on. The orange dress looked amazing on me. The cutouts on my thigh looked sexy but not sleazy and the cutouts above my boobs looked just sleazy enough. The only problem was I would defiantly need to get a spray tan. I walked out of the dressing room and saw Angela standing there in the chartreuse bondage dress. She looked amazing but she could wear a burlap sack and look good.

We bought the dresses and headed back to our apartment. "So, Ben told me to tell you to invite Jake…" Angela said.

"Hmm. I don't know? I mean I haven't even gone on a date with him and we only hung out once. Don't you think it would freak him out if I asked him to come away for the weekend with me and my friends?"

She rolled her eyes at me. "Bella, its only one night and Ben said the hotel is putting them up in a huge suite. It will be fun." She poked my side.

"Ok. I'll think about it." Just then, I realized I texted him today and never heard back from him. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach.

We got back to our apartment and I showed Angela my new shoes. She tried them on, walking around our apartment and I was silently debating if I should call Jake, when my phone started ringing. I looked at the caller ID and smiled.

"Well, speak of the devil; I was just going to call you!" I said.

I heard him laugh "Well, great minds think alike. How was your day?"

"It was good, I had lunch with my cousin, I haven't seen her in awhile. How was your day?" Angela walked over to me and I mouthed that it was Jake. She told me to put it on speaker phone, so I did.

He was talking about his day, but I wasn't listening because Angela and I were having a silent argument about whether or not I should ask him to come along to AC. The next thing I know, Angela grabbed my phone and started running towards her bedroom. She shut the door and I listened to their conversation from the other side, sitting on the floor with my ear pressed against the wood. It seemed like he didn't have a clue he wasn't talking to me anymore.

"So, my roommates boyfriend has to make an appearance at a club in Atlantic City on Saturday night and well a bunch of us are going and I was wondering if you would like to come along?" Angela said.

I was crossing my fingers on the other side of the door. "Um. Yeah, that sounds like it would be fun. I did say you would be the first person I went to the Jersey Shore with." Jake said.

I was so excited I fell onto my back and started flailing my arms and legs in the air, like I was dancing. Angela opened her door and had to stifle a laugh when she saw me. She handed the phone to me.

"Oh! Great! I'm so excited! Um, I'll text you the details when I find out more about them! I'm so excited!" I was practically screaming with joy.

Before we hung up, we had made plans to go on a date Thursday night. I felt slightly better about going away together since we would get to hang out by ourselves first.

Then my phone started ringing and I answered it without looking at the caller ID.

"Forget something you wanted to tell me, baby?" I said in a sexy voice.

"Um.. Bella? I just wanted to tell you that the statement my publicist gave to E! News was going to be on in a couple minutes." Edward said.

Shit! It was Edward. "Oh. Sorry I didn't look at my caller ID, I was expecting this to be someone else…" I was mortified but slightly happy that he knew there was someone else in the picture.

"Oh, and who would that be, Miss Swan? You're Valentine that you ditched to leave with me?" His voice was playful and I felt a pulsing between my legs. UGH! Why did he have this effect on me!

"It's none of your business, Mr. Cullen but thanks for the head's up about E! News, I'm putting it on now. I gotta run though, so…." I needed to get off the phone pronto.

"Alright, sorry to keep you. I'll talk to you soon?" He sounded kind of hopeful and I felt my defense disappear.

"Call me if you're bored tomorrow." Without waiting to hear him reply, I hung up the phone.

It was just in time too because I saw the screen split into two pictures: Edward and I in the car on one side and him and Tanya on the other side. Giuliana Rancic started talking and I was listening to her like my life depended on it.

"In celebrity couples news, everyone has been buzzing about the hottest love triangle since Jennifer, Brad and Angelina. That's right; we're talking about Edward Cullen, his rumored new beauty and Tanya Denali! We at E! News got the scoop straight the man at the center of the controversy himself. Edward released us this statement today: 'Though my rumored new love is a very beautiful, funny and charming young woman, the reason we have been spotted together so frequently is because she happens to be my Personal Assistant. I'm sorry to disappoint all of you but our relationship is strictly business, nothing more. Tanya and I are still together and we would appreciate if the media would stop trying to break us up. We are happy and madly in love.' Well, there you have it folks, it looks like Tanya and Edward are still going strong. I have to say I'm happy for them, what do you say Ryan?"

I sat there staring at the screen. They're still together and madly in love? I had to remind myself that this what I wanted. I should be happy about this but I wasn't, I was far from happy. It hurt so much to hear him reject me, again. How many times was I going to put myself through this? I keep getting my hopes up only for them to be torn down. Tears started falling from my eyes. I stripped off my clothes, took a Klonopin and fell into a peaceful sleep.