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Edward's POV: A girl I had met on the patio smiled at me. She was pretty ugly, with Bella standing near in comparison. I couldn't even remember her name.
The girl's tousled blonde hair flew in the wind and her shorts and tank top were almost soaked from the rain earlier.
I smiled back at her in my most dazzling, flirtatious smile.
Damn, I love girls. They are so easy to impress.
Like in third grade when I shot milk out of nose for my girlfriend Ashlee.
Or when I ate a worm in fourth grade and Susan Carmichael kissed me behind the tennis courts a day later.
But Bella wasn't that way. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't impress her.
She stood talking to Ellie McPherson by the snack bar never stole a second glance my way.
"Umm... Hi." The blonde girl came over and batted her clumpy lashes at me.
"Hey." I smirked.
"So um.. I was wondering could you help me with something?"
She probably wanted me to take her shirt off.
"Sure."
"Well, actually I was wondering if you could help me find the laundry room." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.
"Um. Yeah, sure. Okay."
Bella wouldn't notice if I slipped away for just a second or two...
Her pink fingernails scratched my skin as she pulled me eagerly towards the laundry room.
She'd obviously been here before.
I pulled myself up to perch on the washing machine while she quietly closed the door.
"We found it." She said."Good job."
Not that I wasn't anticipating it, but she pulled me into a fierce kiss.
I kissed back and gave her exactly what she wanted.
Her tanned hands slid down my neck and massaged my back.
Pointy fingers picked at the edges of my shirt, almost pulling it completely off.
She let my shirt drop when I pulled her closer to me, slipping in a bit of tounge.
She was so into it that she was like a vaccuum that sucks up anything in it's path.
I heard the door creak and standing in front of it was Bella in amazement.
"You fucking whore." She stated.
I pushed the girl off of me, and I could feel her wanting to get back on.
"Please, Bella. This isn't what it looks like."
She turned away from me and ran.
The girl climbed on top of me but I pushed her off again.
Running out the door to catch Bella, I was trying to think of an excuse.
"Bella!" I called out after her.
I was taken by force?
Aliens captured me and dropped me there?
My life was just one big excuse.
The door opened as I reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Jacob!" I heard Bella screech.
Then the most, hair-raising, astonishing thing happened.
They started making out.
My brain wouldn't work.
My heart could not restart.
She was single. As in, not seeing anyone.
She slipped in toungue and he slid his hands down her back. He held her tight, as if afraid of letting her go.
She was actually dating someone.
She was dating my best friend Jacob.
The one who made mud pies with me, who looked at my first Playboy magazine with me, who asked Michelle Harisson out for me, who I spent countless nights with gossiping like old women.
Jacob.