A/N: Hey everyone it's time for chapter ten. I love this chapter and I really hope that you all love it too.

I seriously suggest that you all listen to a song called Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung if you have never heard it before. It will help you understand what they are talking about; it's also an insanely beautiful song. I have left a link to the music video if you are unable to download it.

I have also posted links to the dress that the girls are wearing in my profile if you wanna see what I chose for them to wear.

This is the formal chapter hope you all enjoy.


BPOV

"Bella stop being such a baby! Come out and let me look at you we might need to hem it." I could hear her tapping her foot right outside the dressing room.

I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled. She was right; it was going to be needed to be hemmed. I turned and walked out of the dressing room. I looked at her and gave her a happy, embarrassed smile. "I'm mad at you."

The humongous smile that was on her face faded and she looked hurt and confused. "What the fuck for?" She crossed her arms and stamped her foot.

"Because I'm unconditionally and irrevocably in love with this dress and now I actually want to go to this stupid thing." I smiled placing my cold hand on my scorching red cheek.

She smiled smugly. "How could you not be, bead embellished bodice, empire waistline, it's 100% silk and it's a perfect color for you, royal blue. I knew you'd like it. Do I have good taste or what?" She looked me up and down and looked at the seamstress. "Take it up about two inches." She looked back at me. "Then it will be perfect, and I saw these amazing strappy silver sandals and this vintage silver clutch that would just be the cherry on top." She took a step back and stared at me and then giggled, clapped her hands and jumped up and down. "You're going to be a vision Bella." I rolled my eyes. She giggled again. "I'm gonna try on my dress." She ran towards the dressing rooms and entered one.

The seamstress asked me to step onto a stand so she could make the necessary adjustments to the dress. I stood in front of the mirror and gathered my hair all up on the crown of my head. I was definitely wearing my hair up and no jewellery, I wanted to keep this simple. I looked down and watched what the woman was doing. "How much does this dress cost?" I asked; I was curious.

She pointed at me. "This one?" I nodded. "This one is four-hundred and eighteen dollars." She went back to work.

I stood there with my mouth open. No. I wasn't letting her buy this for me. I looked up and saw her standing there in a stunning red dress. It was long and fitted her perfectly, like all things that Rosalie tried on usually did. A beaded band ran under her breasts and came up and turned into straps. I couldn't see the back, but I was sure it was going to be open. "Rosalie this dress is four-hundred and eighteen dollars. I am not letting you buy this for me."

She looked irritated and walked towards me. "Bella, I am buying you this dress. My father has way too much money and he has no problem letting me spend it. I'm buying it end of discussion." She turned to face me and I could see the back of the dress the straps criss-crossed in the back and it swooped down and ended just above her ass. It was totally Rosalie.

"But you already pay for so much already."

"Bella, I pay for those things because I want to. You don't have money for rent but I do, you don't have money for a dress but I do. Bella, you've had a shitty couple of months, let me buy you an expensive dress that makes you look beautiful so that we can spend one night at a dance hopefully, fingers crossed, where nothing goes wrong. Just a couple hours with good friends and the man who is in love with you." She had walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders.

I looked up at her. "Which one?" I was upset. I shouldn't have been upset; she was doing something nice for me. I should have just said thank you and shut my mouth, but like everything I had to screw it up and make it all dramatic and stupid. Was I one of those girls who fed on drama? I think I was.

"Oh Bells." She looked heartbroken and a little angry. I don't think she liked not being able to help me at all in this situation. That was the thing with Rosalie; she had a natural yearning to take care of things and when she couldn't it drove her mad.

"It's so difficult because I see Edward at work and I try to be cold and ignore him, but no matter how hard I try, by the end of the shift we are laughing and talking and acting the way we did when we were just friends. It makes absolutely no sense because he said he couldn't just be my friend and now he's acting like my friend. What the fuck is that?" I shrugged and stepped off the platform.

"Maybe he's trying a new strategy?"

"We'll it's fucking working." I walked over to a small couch and sat down, Rose followed. "It would be so much easier if I could just push all the feelings out, but I can't and every time I see him I'm reminded of why I developed feelings for him in the first place. Then I feel wickedly guilty and then I feel like shit, I feel like shit all the time." I brought my hand to my forehead and leaned forward resting my elbow on my knee.

"Do you love him?" She had started rubbing my back.

"Maybe; I don't know. It doesn't feel the same as it does with Jasper. It's different. It's not better or worse it's just different." I sat up.

"Do you love Jasper?" She looked at me with the most concern I had ever seen on her face.

I furrowed my brow. "Of course I do."

"I was just making sure. I was worried you were telling yourself that you love him so that you can justify staying with him when really it isn't love at all, it's guilt. You would feel guilty if you left him now, so you stay with him because you are worried and want nothing to happen to him. But you do love him love him?"

"Yes, that's why this whole Edward situation is that much harder. If I didn't love Jasper, I would just cheat on him, it wouldn't even be an issue. I would go behind his back and have my fill of Edward while I helped Jasper get better and he'd be none the wiser. But I'm not going to do that because I love him; but Edward feels right, too and I'm fucked." I shook my head and ran my hands through my hair.

"Well, I guess it comes down to the age old question; who do you want more?" She was looking at me with that all knowing look that I hated.

"It's not that simple Rosalie." I looked away from her.

"I know that, but in this case it has to be."

We were silent for a long time. I finally turned and looked at her. "I have no idea. It's the thought of never know how great being with Edward would be. I want to know, I want to see if we would work well as a couple as we did as friends. But it's going well with Jasper, he talks me and tells me things and he's touching me again."

Rose cocked an eyebrow. "Really?" She smirked. "What happened?"

I made noises suggesting that it made me uncomfortable, and that I didn't really want to talk about it.

"Oh Christ Bella, just tell me what base you got to considering your acting like an eighth grader." She looked at me slightly irritated and crossed her arms.

I tried to think of what base what we did fell under. The bases were always changing and I never knew what fell under which one. "What base does fingering fall under?"

She rolled her eyes. "Second."

"We got to second base." I was going red. I liked sex and everything sex related, but I wasn't the biggest fan of talking about it, not even with Rosalie.

She raised and lowered her eyebrows and started grinning like an idiot. "So did you, you know..." She looked around us to make sure no one was listening and then mouthed the word 'cum?'

I grinned and bit my lip. "Uh, hells yeah I did."

She started laughing and then clapped. "So even in sobriety, Jasper's still got it?"

I had told Rosalie that Jasper was a phenomenal lover; there wasn't a single time that we had had sex or fooled around that I didn't orgasm. "Yes he does." I cocked an eyebrow.

Rose stood and stepped up onto the platform and looked at herself. "Well you should stay with Jasper; he's got more points than Edward now anyway." She turned and looked at the back of her.

"How?"

"Well he just earned ten." She looked at me and smiled. "A point for every one of his magic fingers." She raised her eyebrow and then turned back to face the mirror.

I looked down at my blue dress, smiling and lightly grazed my hand over the silk. "But-" I looked up at Rose who had turned and had a serious thinking face on. "We really don't know how Edward fairs in that category either, so maybe you should play around a little."

I stared at her with my mouth open. "Rosalie, you're like my shoulder angel and devil all at once. 'Stay with Jasper he's good in bed and he loves you, but if you can, see if you can convince Edward to finger you for the sake of our points chart.' It's unbelievable." I threw my hands up and let them fall back down into my lap.

She shrugged and turned back around. "Just take into consideration what has been said here today, that's all I'm saying."

I shook my head and went back into the dressing room, changed and waited for Rosalie to be done. We went shopping for shoes and purses and then came home and watched Never Been Kissed. I cried when she got kissed in the end, even though I had seen the movie like half a million times and knew it was coming.

Three days before the formal I had to work with Edward. In the span of our seven hour shift only three tables came in. Edward was sitting on the ledge of the front counter doing a Sudoku puzzle, and I was standing resting my elbows on the counter and my chin in my hands, looking at the window at a group of atrociously dressed high school students. Easton had barricaded himself in the office and was having phone sex with Taylor. I looked over at Edward. "Why are we both scheduled, only one of us needs to be here."

He looked up from his puzzle and looked at me. "I asked Easton to schedule us together." I stared at him with annoyance and tilted my head slightly. He laughed. "I'm kidding." He went back to his puzzle.

He fucking better be because that was a little creepy.

More time past and finally I spoke. "I look at high school students and cringe. Was I like that in high school? Did I dress like that and hang out in front of restaurants talking eight octaves higher than necessary?"

He looked at me then to the kids outside. His hair was getting really long and he needed to cut it. It was falling in front of his eyes constantly, and he was constantly bringing his hand up to push it out of the way. "Yeah, probably." He looked back down at his puzzle.

I squinted and looked at the group more closely. "Like look at them, they're fucking hideous." I pointed at one of them. "Is that one a man or a really ugly woman?"

He looked up again and squinted and then looked back at me. "He has a beard." He looked back at the puzzle, which I don't think he was actually doing.

I furrowed my brow. "You should really cut your hair."

"I'll get around to it." He pushed his hair out of his eyes. He looked away from his puzzle and looked at me. "Are you going to the formal on Friday?"

I looked over at him slowly. "Yeah, why?"

"I just wanted to know if you were going to be there. Me and Ashley are going so…" He trailed off. "You going with Jasper?"

"Yes I'm going with Jasper." I laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing you just make me laugh." He really wasn't doing that great a job being discreet in his questioning. We sat in silence for a couple minutes longer until I decided to ask him something that had been bothering me. "Why are you still with Ashley?"

He looked over at me slightly shocked. "I don't think that's really any of your business."

"Well, you have made your feelings for me very clear and I just want to know why you keep her around? Like how could you do that to someone?" I stood up and pulled myself up on the counter and sat beside him.

He sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes. "It's just easier this way. It's better than being alone, and being able to go places with someone makes it easier to be near you without seeming like a creep. And I can do it to her cause I don't think I care about her like at all. I know it's not an excuse and I'm a horrible person for doing it, but I don't care. If it gets me closer to you then I don't care who I hurt." His eyes were moving franticly over my face as he told me this.

I was slightly appalled yet it made me a little excited. He was stepping over whoever he had to, to get to me. He wanted me that badly. Of course the guilt followed quickly and then I started feeling like shit. "I still meant what I said. About you and Jasper and the whole lot of it."

He smirked. "Uh-huh." He looked down at his puzzle. "I think we just have to wait and see." I watched him rub his fingers along his lips and then I remembered my conversation with Rosalie and I had to get out of there before I did something stupid.

I ran to the back and knocked on the office door. Easton opened it just a sliver. "What?" He spat out at me.

"Um, there hasn't been any customers like all night and I think Edward can handle it by himself. Can I go home?" I was playing with my hands nervously.

"Yeah whatever." He closed the door and I shrugged and went into the back to get changed.

I walked up to the front with my backpack on and looked at Edward. "So I guess I'll see you at the formal."

His brow furrowed. "Yeah." He looked back down at his puzzle and then looked up at me confused. "Where are you going?"

"Home."

"How come you get to leave and I don't?" He threw the puzzle on the counter beside him.

"Because one of us needs to stay here and I have seniority." I shrugged and turned to leave.

"Hey Bella."

I stopped and looked at him. "Yeah."

"Will you save me a dance?"

Oh God. I rolled my eyes and bit my lip and decided that one dance won't hurt. I nodded. "Yeah, I'll save you a dance."

He smiled and nodded and then jumped off the counter and went into the kitchen. I shook my head and headed home.

I spent the next three days writing fucking essays. The winter break was only three weeks away and I had about twelve essays to write, and I hadn't started any of them. I had only finished three of them and my brain already felt like mush. When Saturday rolled I did nothing all day. Rosalie got up around one and ate the bacon, eggs and coffee I made her and then told me she was going to do her hair and makeup first and then she'd do me.

I passed the time doing the same thing I always did when I was waiting for Rosalie, I watched movies. I sat through The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up; it was a Judd Apatow kind of day until Rosalie came to me looking absolutely gorgeous and then got to work on me. She put my hair up in this fancy ponytail and then kept my makeup really simple; shimmery lids, dark lashes, and clear glossy lips. I got into my dress and looked at myself in the mirror and made this stupid squealing noise that I told myself that I would never make again.

The boys buzzed us when they were they arrived which I thought was a little weird because both Jasper and Emmett had keys to the apartment. Rose and I came down stairs to see a limo. Jasper was leaning up against it and Emmett was inside standing up through the sun roof. It was still unseasonably warm for November, and I didn't have to wear a coat just a shawl.

Rosalie squealed and ran past me repeating the word limo over and over again and got in. I walked over to Jasper and looked from him to the limo and then back at him. "What's this?"

"It's a limo Bella." He took my hand a pulled me in close and then slowly turned so that I was leaning up against the car and he was leaning up against me with one of his hands on the car and the other firmly on my waist. "We thought it would be a nice surprise."

I smiled. "It is." I looked him up and down; he looked like sex in a suit. "You clean up very well, Mr. Roberts, I must say."

He shrugged. "I tried, and you look beyond words. I'm not going to even try to tell you how amazing you look." He brought his hand that was on my waist up to my neck and kissed me lightly planting a few sweet pecks on my mouth and then parted his mouth and took my bottom lip in between the two of his. He was applying more and more of his weight and I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair.

Our make out session was cut short when Emmett poked his head up through the sun roof. "Christ you guys can do that later, get in the car."

Jasper and I parted and he scanned my face with his beautiful eyes and smiled. "Let's go." I nodded and he kissed me again and let me get into the car before him.

I sat in the limo and watched mine and Jasper's hands as they sat in between us intertwined. Our hands looked so right together. How could I not be content with this? How is it possible that another man had such power over me to make me question this? It was perfect and quiet and easy. It was me and Jasper; Jasper and me. Why did I want anything more than this? I hated not knowing and I hated not knowing when all of this, this tiny perfect moment in my life, would come crashing down around me.

I knew it was coming soon. I could feel it. Nothing in my life stayed good for very long.

The formal was being held in a beautiful, old building on the water. Twinkly lights lit everything and I couldn't believe that people but so much effort into something so stupid. The color scheme was red and gold, and balloons of those colors were everywhere. There were large white round tables that outlined the room and turned the center on the room into a very large dance floor. A DJ was setting up his equipment on a small stage in the corner of the room.

We where told were to sit and headed to table six. I saw Ashley before I saw Edward. She looked beautiful in a black dress that hit the floor and an interesting rhinestone embellished neck line. The back was low cut and was also rimmed in the rhinestones. Her hair was blown back with a slight wave and it hit the middle of her back. My eyes then drifted to Ness and Jacob. Ness was wearing a beautiful eggplant colored dress with beaded embellishments, her hair was up in this wicked curled bun on the crown of her head, and she looked gorgeous. My ego took a huge hit; it wasn't bad enough that I had to stand next to the goddess that was Rosalie, but I had to stand next to Ashley and Ness too. I sighed.

Jacob looked handsome in his tux and slicked back hair; he almost looked like an adult. Then Ness and Jacob parted and I saw him, Edward Cullen in a perfectly pressed tuxedo.

He had cut his hair; not too short, it was the same length as the night I met him and he had combed it over making his bangs do this amazing whooshing thing. Because his hair was brushed away from his face, his natural rugged jaw bone protruded from his face making him look even more like a model. The tux forced him to stand up straight, which made his chest look larger and him look taller. He turned his head and looked at me. His mouth opened ever so slightly and he smiled at me; his perfect crooked smile that he smiled for me because he knew that I loved it.

He looked away from me and placed his hand on the small of Ashley's back and pulled out her chair for her. Before she sat she looked up at him and kissed him passionately. While she was kissing him, he opened his eyes and looked at me. I quickly looked away feeling ridiculously uncomfortable and sat in the chair at the opposite side of the table that Jasper had pulled out for me.

We had dinner which was alright. The chicken was dry and the vegetables were frozen before they were cooked. I stopped and wondered why I didn't become a chef. I danced for a few songs; the Macarena, a Sean Paul song that I really liked for reasons unknown, and the Timewarp because The Rocky Horror Picture Show ruled my existence. I danced with Jasper for every slow song, but promised myself that I would give Edward his.

As the night came to an end and I started to feel the weight of my long day doing nothing. I sat beside Jasper and listened to him talk about cars with Emmett and Jacob. I didn't even know that he liked cars. Emmett was talking about his dream car. "A 1968 Dodge Charger. That's the car they drove in Dirty Mary Crazy Larry did you ever see that flick?" He was looking at Jacob who shook his head. "It was okay, but the Dodge Charger was amazing. Like if I could marry that car I would, I would dump Rosalie and live with that car in committed wedded bliss for the rest of my life." Jasper laughed. Emmett pointed at him with the most serious face I had ever seen Emmett put on. "I'm not kidding Jasper." He continued to ramble on about horse power and engines or something.

The room was getting really hot and I was getting dizzy. I stood up and kissed Jasper on the head. "I'm gonna go get some air, okay."

He nodded. "Okay." He grabbed my hand that I had place on his shoulder and kissed the inside of my wrist. "I love you."

I smiled. "I love you too." I walked towards the front door when I noticed stairs leading up. If I could get up on the roof then I was going to get air on the roof; it was surprisingly easy to obtain access to it. I leaned against the edge of the building and looked at the water. It was beautiful with all the lights reflecting off it and I realized how lucky I was to live in the place I lived in. The windows downstairs had been opened and the music was floating out into the night. I stared at the water for at least fifteen minutes.

I was startled when I heard the door slam. I turned and saw Edward standing there with his hands in his pockets. "Getting some air?" He walked towards me.

"How do you always find me?" I crossed my arms and tilted my head.

"Well, I know you like to be up high if you can be, and I knew it was hot in that room and I knew you had left to get air. So I thought of all the place you could have gone and narrowed it down to the place you would be, and ta-dah I found you." He kicked a rock away from him and laughed.

"You are very clever." I looked away from him and turned to face the water again. He leaned up against the building with me.

"You look beautiful tonight Bella. Like there are no words to describe you." I looked over at him and saw an expression that I didn't expect. He looked pained and almost tortured.

It sent a wave of anger and sadness through me and I looked away from him. "You look good tonight too. I'm glad you cut your hair."

He let out a short burst of laughter. "Yeah, you were right. It was about time I got a haircut. I was starting to look like Kate Hudson's kid." He paused. "Don't ask me how I know what Kate Hudson's kid looks like." He sounded embarrassed.

"I wasn't going to." I smiled and took a deep breath of cool, crisp air.

We looked at the water in silence listening to the songs as they changed from a crappy pop song to a crappy rap song. When they played a slow song it was a song that I actually knew and loved. It was Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung and I laughed quietly to myself.

I looked over at him, he was staring at me. "You owe me a dance and I know you love this song." He took a couple of steps back and extended his hand.

I looked at his hand and then his face. I had told that I would save him a dance, and I told myself that I wasn't going to back out of this. I stepped forward and place my hand in his and he pulled me close to him, but not to close. I put my other hand on his shoulder and his other hand was on my back. He led gracefully with confidence. "You're a good dancer."

He laughed. "Yeah, my mom told me no one would want to marry me if I wasn't a good dancer. She said I could have any woman I wanted if I sweep her off her feet with dance. So she enrolled me in ballroom dancing so I had something to do when Alice was in ballet."

I cringed slightly at the mention of her name, but I composed myself and he spun me and then brought me back in and took my right hand and draped it around his neck so that my body was pressed up against his and my hand was resting on his shoulder. I brought my other hand and placed it on his arm. He wrapped his arms around me and let his fingers slow trace up and down my spine. He pressed his lips onto the spot between my shoulder and my neck as we moved slowly in a circle.

My heart was racing. I knew where he was trying to take this, and I wasn't entirely sure that if he tried it I was going to stop him. It was getting more and more difficult to shelf my feelings for him. I tried to get rid of them or push them away hoping they would fade away or die down, but they didn't. I would try to forget about them when I wasn't with him, and when I was with him the feelings would break out of the metaphorical box I was keeping them in and be brighter and bolder than ever.

The song was coming to an end. The last time the chorus was going to repeat itself was coming up and could feel my body starting to go rigid. I wanted this...but I didn't. I heard him sigh and I felt his hot breath on my skin. He slowly lifted his head and let his lips graze my neck as he made his way up to my ear. He sighed when he did this and the feeling of his breath made my whole body go goose bumpily. He was still tracing his fingers up and down my spine, and I had run my hands down his shoulders and was now gripping his elbows.

He sang along with the last part of the song. His voice was no more than a whisper, but it sounded like it was coming out of him loud and clear.

I'll put a spell on you.

This is not happening. These kinds of things didn't happen to me.

You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.

He sounded good. He was good singer; he had a strange voice.

And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you'll see.

I gripped his elbows fiercely and closed my eyes and sighed out sharply. I was dreading the next line because it was true.

And you'll realize that you love me. Yeah.

The song slowly ended and changed into an Usher song. He moved away from me so he was looking at me. He cupped my face with his hands and looked me up and down. "Bella are you honestly gonna stand here in front of me like this and tell me you don't think that this is right, that this feels right?" He brushed a stray piece of hair out of my eye.

I opened up my mouth to speak; I don't know why I did, I didn't have anything to say. I didn't know what to say. I just stood there rapidly opening and closing my mouth trying not to look him in the eye, but he wouldn't allow it. His hands were keeping my face straight so I couldn't look anywhere other than his face. I finally got a word out. "Edward."

He shook his head and leaned in and kissed me. He kissed, kissed me. Not a quick peck before bed, a real kiss. The months of him storing his feelings for me came out in this amazing kiss on the roof of a beautiful old building sitting by the water in Seattle.

It was almost I could feel all of his anger, desire, passion and love radiating off of him and then he took my bottom lip in his mouth and sucked it with reckless abandon. I tried to bring my hands up and wrap my arms around his neck, but the way his arms were made it difficult. I reached up and removed his hands from my face and wrapped them around my waist. I then brought my hands up and gripped the back of his neck and ran my other hand up through his hair. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and started massaging my tongue with his.

He secured his arms around my waist and lifted me off the ground so that our faces were parallel. I wanted to wrap my legs around his waist but I knew that if I did I would ruin the dress.

He pulled away from because we need to breathe. I tilted my head back and he ran his lips along my jaw planting sporadic kisses. "Bella." He breathed out.

I brought my head forward and looked at him. He looked happy; his eyelids were heavy with lust and satisfaction.

And then I heard the door slam behind us and I stared at him with wide eyes. He put me down and looked past me. I closed my eyes and prayed. Please let it be anyone other than someone we know. Anyone else I don't care who; I just don't want to hear Edward say a familiar name. But he did; he said it calmly like we just hadn't been caught doing something we definitely shouldn't have been doing. "Hey Jake, Ness."

Fuck, balls, cunt, shit, fuck, fuck, balls, shit. Jake and Ness. Not just Jake but Ness as well, Ness who was friends with Ashley. I was fucked. We were fucked. What was I doing? How could I have been so stupid?

His hands were still on my back and I brought my hands to my back and placed them on his and made it look I was touching the imaginary latch that I wanted them to think that he was playing with. "Thanks Edward. You got it, that latch had been coming undone all night thanks for helping me do it back up." I was trying to sound as normal as possible. I stepped away from him and his hands fell limply at his sides. He was looking at me with a sad, confused look on his face.

I turned and smiled at Jacob and Ness; I had luckily not gotten the chance to talk to them much that night and could comment on simple things like what they were wearing. "Hey Jake how are you? You look great that suit makes you look…" I trailed off looking for the right word but my scattered, panicked brain could only come up with this one. "Tall."

I cringed a little when I said it and Jacob looked over at Ness and made a face that suggested that I wasn't fooling anybody. "Thanks." He said, sounding slightly skeptical.

I looked at Ness. "You too, you look tall as well, um, but I must be going I have to um… bye." I briskly walked past them. What a fucking nightmare. This was not good; I had just stepped into a level orange type of fuck up. Ness was going to tell Ashley and Ashley was going to flip and then kill Edward and then tell Jasper and then she was going to kill me. That's what was going to happen. I was going to get killed by a very pissed of freshmen.

I reentered the building and walked down only one flight of stairs and then leaned up against the cold cement and began to hyperventilate. It was Edward's fault, if Edward wasn't here then I wouldn't have feelings for him and it would be just me and Jasper and I would've been fine. But I wasn't fine, I was leaning up against a cement wall hyperventilating.

I had to get out of here before he came down. I couldn't see him again or I would get angry or even worse I would get stupid. I descended the rest of the stairs and made my way back to the dance. Emmett and Jasper were now talking to each other in what looked like a super serious conversation while Rosalie leaned lazily against Emmett's back; she perked up instantly when she saw me and gracefully walked towards to me.

"Hey babe where were you?" She tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

"On the roof." I looked up at her.

Her brow creased, she saw the confusion, fear and sadness on my face and heard the monotone nothingness in my voice and placed her hands on my shoulders. "Are you okay Bells?

No, I wasn't okay. I had just realized something that I was trying to fight and deny for a long time; something that I didn't want to admit but was now screaming out from inside of me with a loud radiating voice.

I shook my head. "I'm in love with Edward Cullen."

EPOV

I watched as Jake said something to Renesmee and made his way over to me. He shoved his hands in his pants pockets and kind of bounced around in front of me, looking everywhere else other than my face. I rolled my eyes. "What's up Jake?"

His head jolted and he looked at me. "Um, what were you doing there buddy?"

"Well it depends on what you saw chief." I smirked. As pissed off as I was that we were caught, I had huge amounts of adrenaline rushing through me and I knew I was absolutely ready to have this conversation with him.

"It looked like you were kissing Bella; that's what I saw, friendo." He was mad. I couldn't blame him; I knew that things were going to get difficult because of the relationship Renesmee and Ashley had. He knew once this got out Renesmee wouldn't want him to see me anymore.

"Yeah, that sounds about right." I rubbed my chin with my hand. "I don't know what you want me to say or what you want me to do about it." I was an asshole. I felt bad about this one. Jake was a fiercely loyal friend, and I was treating him like he was an incompetent fool.

"How about for starters not kissing the girlfriend of a good friend. That seems like a good place to start." He shrugged his shoulders and gave me a look I deserved; he was looking at me like I was a prick, a selfish, egotistical asshole.

"She's in love with me man, I know it."

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "No man, she loves Jasper."

"I don't doubt that she does, but she loves me too, which means I got a shot." I ran my hand through my hair and turned away from him.

He laughed in shock. "He needs her man. He's all fucked up and he needs support, he needs her support."

I turned back to look at him. "I agree, but they don't need to be dating for her to support him." I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "He put her through hell and still she always came back, she always forgave him and now her eye has wandered and if he wants to keep her – the woman that he doesn't deserve – he's gonna have to fight for her."

"She's chosen Edward, she chose him." He was trying to plea with me now.

"No, she feels guilty so she's staying with him because she doesn't want to bitch that leaves her alcoholic boyfriend. She has feelings for me and I'm gonna fight for her. And if Jasper wants her, he'll have to fight too. Because once he finds out – and believe me he will." I looked over him to Renesmee who was standing there with her arms crossed. "She will reject us both. She will need time to think because she wants me just as badly as she wants him."

He brought his hand up to his eyes and covered them and shook his hand. "He's your friend man."

I stopped and decided explaining my feelings towards Jasper was too time consuming to explain now so I went a different route. "Would you step over me for Renesmee?"

He removed his hand from his eyes and looked at me with anger on his face. "That not the same thing Edward."

"Would you fuck me over for Renesmee?" I crossed my arms and stared at me.

He looked over at Renesmee quickly and then back at me. "Yes."

I smiled. It made me happy in a weird kind of way that Jacob had met someone that he cared that much about. I shook my head "Love is a risky game, and it can fuck up your entire life; but not this time Jake, not for me."

He shook his head. "Well, it's your funeral man." He turned and started to walk away from me.

"You don't think she'll pick me?"

He stopped and turned. "No, I don't. I think she loves Jasper and she's just having a quick lapse in judgment. I also think that you're delusional and this whole obsession thing you've got going on has made you a different person, and I don't fucking like him man. Get over this and sort your fucking life out." He paused and sighed. "I'll see what I can do in the ways of damage control. I think I might be able to convince her to not say anything to Ashley if she knows you are going to do it."

I nodded. "Thanks man."

"Yeah well do it soon man and cut all this shit out." He turned and walked away from me. He grabbed Renesmee's hand and they left me alone on the roof.

I turned to go look at the water and was riddled with a feeling I hated. Doubt. I had been so certain in my quest that I hadn't taken a second to even consider that I wouldn't win this. But Jacob's words were sobering and for the first time I was afraid that Bella would choose Jasper.

I know I am going to get this question so I am just going to answer it now. The reason Jacob and Renesmee were up on the roof was because they went up there to have sex; I just felt that it would have slowed the flow to have him say it in the story but that is the reason.

I wanna thank my lovely beta saranic for rocking the shit yet again.

I wanna say thanks to Asher55 for making sure I never stop writing and drkvctry for listening to me rant that particular time. I also want to shout out to into. scrapes, Lottie2303, ARenee363 and Tuesday Jane for just being awesome.

I also want to hug and kiss every single one of you for reading and reviewing. I love it.

I also started writing a second fan fiction called Not Dark Yet. It's totally different from Star Mile but I would love if you all had a peek at it and told me what you think.

I think I am forgetting something but oh well. Reviews please. Thanks!