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BPOV

You can do this. You can do this. I was currently standing next to my truck, working up the courage to go and find Edward. Normally I would've been confident, but today he was coming over to my house, and my home is a very personal thing to share. I had gone around yesterday making sure everything was immaculate and he wouldn't be able to fault it. C'mon Bella, you can do this. Just get it over with, like a bandaid. I took a deep breath and walked over to his Volvo, trying to look confident. I looked around but he wasn't there.

"Stupid prick! I told him to be here. Bastard probably messing with me. Pathetic..." I cursed him under my breath and was startled by laughter from behind me. I whirled round and saw Emmett McCarty leaning up against the car and staring at me. I blushed. I hoped he wouldn't be angry because I was cussing his best friend.

"I'm Emmett, you must be Isabella." He pushed off the car and held out his hand. I eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he was a jerk like Edward. He grinned and chuckled.

"Relax, I won't hurt you. Edward's the prick out of Jazz, me and him, but you already know that." I giggled and shook his hand.

"Call me Bella. I hate Isabella, it's such a mouthful."

He smiled. "Bella, it is then. So why are you over here at Edward's Volvo? Going to spray paint dickhead on the side or are you going to sock him to the nose again?" he laughed and I blushed. I can't believe he saw that and is still talking to me.

"Um no, he's my biology partner and um, we have to work on a project. I'm going to get him to follow me to my house so we can work on it."

"Damn, I really wanted you to hit him again. That was awesome by the way. The only thing that could have made it better was if you continued and beat the shit out of him." he laughed and I joined in. "Edward is actually working on a project? Huh, weird. I thought he was always going to be an unmotivated ass but apparently I'm wrong. He's going to use his brain for the first time." He teased and I giggled.

"He said he wouldn't at first but then he changed his mind. I don't know why though, maybe he didn't want a detention." I shrugged and Emmett appeared deep in thought before he shook his head and smiled down at me.

"So, whose your blonde friend, that I see with you sometimes?" he asked animatedly.

"You interested in Rosalie?" I smiled and he blushed. Rose is going to scream when she hears that Emmett, the object of her fantasies, was asking about her. I think it's cute, Emmett seems really nice. I can definitely imagine them as a couple.

"Maybe..." he sang and smiled. He leaned back on the car and I followed suit. I was really at ease with Emmett. "So her name's Rosalie?" he prodded.

'Yep. Rosalie Hale." I smiled at him.

"Got a boyfriend?" he asked shy again.

"Nope." I grinned at him and he sported one of his own.

"Emmett! What are you doing?!" I jumped, startled and leaned off the car, nearly tripping as I turned around.

"Relax, Eddie," he boomed and I covered laugh with a cough. "I was just talking to this fine young lady right here." He slung an arm round my shoulders and I blushed and smiled up at him. Edward looked homicidal.

"Emmett..." he said tightly, looking between Emmett and me.

"Chill, dude! I'll see you later." He smiled at me and clapped Edward on the back before running over to a massive Jeep. He turned.

"Oh, Bella, we should totally hang out sometime." I nodded and blushed and he waved before getting in his car. I sighed and turned to face Edward, who still looked deadly.

"You can just follow me to my house; I think that would be easiest."

"Whatever" he huffed and got in his car. I rolled my eyes and ran to get back into my truck, waving at Emmett as he left the parking lot. I started my car and pulled out, watching through my rear-view mirror as Edward followed me. Emmett was nothing like Edward. Emmett was nice and funny, I could definitely see myself being friends with him. Rose would be thrilled when I told her what happened. He definitely seemed interested in her. Maybe when we hang out I can invite Rose and Alice along and introduce them. Maybe push the romance along a bit. Hehe...Swan you are a diabolical genius. I grinned and pulled into my driveway.

I chuckled by my amusement died when I saw Edward Cullen getting out of his car, reminding me that I would have to spend the next couple of hours with him, in my house. I waited until he was a few feet from me before walking to the front door and unlocking it. I could feel him behind me. Once it was open I took a deep breath and stepped inside. He followed, looking around the house, his eyes sweeping past the doors in the hall, to the photos on the wall. I wanted to slap myself; I should have taken them down yesterday. I waited as he inspected all of them before he snorted and turned and I raised my eyebrows.

"If you're finished, you can follow me to the kitchen and we can get started." I walked through to the kitchen.

"I thought we would be working in your bedroom so you can boast to people that you had Edward Cullen in your room." He smirked.

"And why would I contaminate my bedroom with your presence? It's not like it's anything to boast about really, I'm pretty sure half the girls in Forks have had you in their bedroom so it's not like it's a real achievement. If anything I would be boasting that you have never been in my room and thus, have not infected it with herpes." He rolled his eyes and I turned my back to him gathering the equipment we would need to start. I spun around when I heard the fridge door closing and I saw him about to drink orange juice...straight from the carton. I grabbed it from his hands and I scowled at him.

"What the hell, Isabella?" he demanded.

"You can't just come into my house and ignore all the rules of proper etiquette. You can't just come in here and expect to able to drink out of the carton, like you do at your house. I live here as does my father and we do not want your germs in our juice. If you were thirsty you should have asked instead waltzing in here like the rude prick you are, thinking that you own the place." I yelled at him as I poured him a glass and put the carton back in the fridge. He sat down at the table and I sat opposite.

"Shall we get stared or are you going to continue to be an arrogant, little shit about everything?" I asked and he looked defiant. I raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to try me.

"Let's get started." He said petulantly and I smiled in triumph.

"Right well, you can get started on this," I pointed to the information I already had and handed him a highlighter, "I want you to highlight all the information you think is relevant to the project. I'm going to look for more info on my laptop." He stared at me for a brief second before narrowing his eyes and uncapping the highlighter. I chuckled inwardly. He didn't even put up a fight, probably because he has realised the sooner he starts working the sooner he can leave. A sign of intelligence at last! I chuckled out loud this time and ignored him when he looked at me. I just hope we could get through today without too much hostility on his behalf. I was willing to be civil...if he was first.

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