BPOV

"He's upset, Bella." Emmett looks up from our Statistics homework.

"I'm sure he is. His girlfriend looked furious."

"He doesn't give a shit about Tanya. He's upset that you won't talk to him."

"Why should he care? We barely know each other." I turn my attention back to my book and start to write out another problem. Emmett swipes his hand through his hair and growls.

"Stop it!" He barks at me. My eyes widen in shock that he yelled at me but I don't say anything. "Edward and Tanya broke up. He hates how she talked to you."

"Didn't look that way to me." I mumble and try to act uninterested. I look back at my book again, thankful I didn't pull my hair back. It falls in front of my face hiding my discomfort. I hope he can't hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"He cried, Bella." I can feel Emmett's eyes burning a hole into the side of my head but I refuse to look at him. It means nothing. He cried because he broke up with his girlfriend.

"I'm sure he and Tanya will work it out. He's upset over nothing."

"He's upset over YOU!"

"I doubt it."

"Bella! Dammit! Rosalie told me not to say anything, but you're my friend. Edward wants to…he likes…" I'm tired of this conversation. It's just going to make me feel worse. Why does he feel the need to tell me about Tanya? I don't want to hear this. I close my book and stand up from where we've been sitting on the floor around the coffee table.

"I'm gonna start dinner. Spaghetti okay? It'll only take a few minutes. You can finish the last few problems while I cook."

"Fine." He acts like he's mad.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No."

"Fine." He swipes his hand through his hair again and nods his head.

"Fine." I start dinner and the house fills with the smell of garlic bread. Emmett stands in the doorway of the kitchen and absently rubs his stomach.

"I hope you fixed a lot. I'm starving."

"I added two pounds of ground beef to the sauce. I'm sure it'll be enough for you and Charlie."

"Somebody say my name?" My dad appears in the entry way and looks from me to Emmett. "You must be Emmett."

"Emmett Cullen, sir." Emmett shakes Charlie's hand.

"I take it you're staying for dinner." Dad raises an eyebrow and laughs as Emmett continues to rub his stomach.

"Yeah, dad. Emmett's still doing homework. If he gets all the answers right, he gets to eat."

"Hey! No one agreed to that deal." Emmett pouts as my dad takes his gun belt off. I reach for a beer in the fridge and hand it to him. Soon he and Emmett are immersed in football talk.

"Dad, leave Emmett alone. He has to finish his statistics!" I call from the kitchen as I start to set the table. I hear Charlie laugh and then say something to Emmett.

"You better get to work, boy. She's serious about withholding food."
"Aw c'mon, Bella. I'm starving."

"Then finish!" I laugh as Dad comes in the kitchen and leans on the counter.

"Coach Turner said you're doing a really good job of working with Emmett." Of course he did. Nothing is private in this town.

"I'm glad Emmett can play. He'd die without Football."

"You know it!" Emmett yells from the living room.

"WORK!" I scream back and roll my eyes as Charlie laughs.

"Well, he and Edward together have a real good chance of taking us to the championships." My face must darken when he mentions Edward. He raises an eyebrow at me that I immediately ignore. "Speaking of Edward, he seemed to have a real smile for you." I ignore him completely and move past him.

"Emmett, are you done?" I call through the door as I put the garlic bread on the table.
"Come check it."

I wipe my hands on a dish towel and stand over him at the coffee table.

"You can eat." He grins up at me and jumps to his feet. He hoists me over his shoulder and I scream. My dad narrows his eyes and I just roll mine in return.

"Emmett put me down or I'm telling Rosalie."

"Like she'd care. She likes you." Emmett plops me down in a chair and laughs.

"Rosalie Hale?" My dad asks.

"My girlfriend." Emmett smiles as he sits across from me at the table. We settle into a comfortable silence as we fill our plates. My dad laughs as Emmett starts shoveling in his food. Apparently, the teenage boy is in a constant state of starvation. Soon he and Emmett are talking sports again. I sigh as I bite off a hunk of garlic bread.