AN: Hope you guys like this chappie :) I'm sorry it took forever. I'm very bad at updating x( Thanks for sticking with me, though. I love you all in a strictly platonic way :)
Actually, just a heads up: I will be on vacation with limited internet access for about three weeks starting on Wednesday...sooo... yeup. I'll be writing though! Consider this my departing (temporarily lol) gift. I think this is my longest chappie yet...
BPOV
Alice barged in right as I was grabbing my apron for work. She cleared her throat loudly, as if I hadn't heard her.
"Alice, I know you're there. What's up?"
"What's up is that the party is in an hour and a half!" Shit. "And you've got to get ready!"
No good was to come of this. Absolutely none.
Hands flew in front of my eyes and I yelped. "Alice, what's that for?"
"I know you're going to freak about your costume, so I wanted to surprise you and give you a double shock!" she explained cheerily.
My shoulders slumped. The lounge had been decorated yesterday evening - no one save Alice and Emmett had been allowed in since then. Apparently the entirety of both Alice and Rosalie's classes had agreed to come, as well as half of Emmett's. And then there was word of mouth. I had expected to just squeeze behind the sweaty bodies and hide myself, but who was I to think that Alice would give me that option?
"...Okay!" she squealed. "Open your eyes!" I obliged and my breath whooshed out of me as the costume registered in my mind. Which took no less than thirty seconds.
"Hells to the frickin' no Alice. No, no, no, no, no! I am not going to look like a stripper!" It was a two-piece costume, consisting of a vest and the shortest skirt I'd ever seen. I was debating on whether or not I should be calling it a loincloth.
"Oh, come on, don't be a party pooper! I'm even letting you wear flats!" Just try it on, please? Please?" she gave me puppy dog eyes and a small pout. Not even a small child could accomplish what she was doing now. Without another word I snatched the costume from her bed and bit my lip when I realized that the material was practically see-through. Oh, boy. The things I get dragged into.
I hadn't the slightest idea to put it on, so eventually I just settled with putting it on over my clothes, which would be hilarious in any other circumstance. When I emerged sheepishly, a short skirt over my jeans and a tight, deep purple fitted vest over my white shirt, Alice groaned with exasperation.
"Damn, Bella, this is your first party, isn't it?" I nodded, wondering why she sounded as if this was some sort of blasphemy. "Come here," she said, gesturing to herself. When I hesitated, she added, "I don't bite, Bella, come here." I was tugged over.
"Alice, what are you--" but she hushed me.
"Okay, Bells," she said after a moment's consideration. "I'm going to need you to take off your shirt and pants. Go back in there and change."
"W-wh--hell no!" I spluttered. "I can't do that, I just can't Alice."
"Argh! Fine then, add a garter belt." I shook my head vehemently. "Knee highs?" I shook my head again. "Stockings. That's my final offer." I sighed.
"Is there no way around the skirt?" she shook her head. "What about the vest thing?"
"The vest thing? It's just a vest, Bella, not an alien. And no, absolutely nothing can be done to the vest. I don't mind if you wear a bra or not, but nothing can be done to it."
"Alice," I choked out, "I think I just threw up a bit in my mouth." She rolled her eyes.
"Hilarious Bella. There's no way out of this. Now go, go, go!" she shooed me into the bathroom, where I whiled away minutes by wondering if escape was futile. I was brought back into reality with sharp rapping on my door. "Bella, the party's in an hour!"
I remembered suddenly my only hope of escape: "Alice, I've got work tonight!" I stated with glee.
"No you don't! That's already taken care of!" she replied just as happily. "Now hustle your bustle and get ready!" I didn't bother asking her how she got me off work, but I'd find out later.
Awkwardly - extremely awkwardly - I put on the vest and skirt, on the verge of hyperventilation. Why, oh why, were Halloween parties automatically associated with revealing outfits on girls and drunk jocks?
Five minutes later I emerged from the bathroom, vest and bra on as well as the skirt.
"Oh, you went with the bra! Ooh, Bella's showing some lace is she?" Alice practically yelled. I frantically tried to shut her up, and she eventually complied.
"Just...shh! Shush shush shush shush!" I whisper-yelled. "I wanted some shred of dignity, Alice, I'm not going to show my actual bra." Alice cocked her head in confusion. I sighed as I explained: "The vest will be pulled down. Nothing of my underwear will be shown. And I have no idea how this is called a skirt," I added as an afterthought, gesturing to the small piece of black fabric clinging to my hips.
"Oh, I've seen worse, Bella, believe me. You look great, I promise. There's a mirror over there if you don't believe me." I declined her offer, knowing if I saw myself I would probably not have the guts to go through with Alice's party.
"Jeez, Alice, I don't even know why you want me to do this," I muttered as I sat down unwillingly at her vanity, preparing for the ambush of powder and lipstick that was to come. "I mean, I'm just going to be sitting alone. Unless Jake's coming, in which case I'll probably hide in the bathrooms."
Alice turned to face me, her face more stern and terrifying than I'd ever seen it. I swallowed hard but stood my ground.
"Isabella. Marie. Swan." she hissed, punctuating each word so that the drove into me. "Do not for one second think that you'll be alone tonight. I know what you're implying, missy, so you can just stop it this instant," she finished quickly yet extremely intimidatingly.
"Bu-- fine, Alice," I ceased my protest upon seeing the fiery look in her eye. "I'll do this. But if Jake is there--"
"Then he'll probably be very happy." she finished for me. "And speaking of happy, imagine Edward's face!" she laughed giddily. "Ooh, I can't wait!"
One hour later, I opened the door to my room, made up beyond recognition. In any other situation, I would have fervently refused makeup, but tonight was the exception to the rule. The less people who knew who I was, the better. And, despite what Alice had said earlier, I would be sitting in a corner tonight. No drunken dancing for me, thanks.
The little pixie known as Alice followed suit as I walked down the hall, ducking stupidly at every little creak. I didn't know why I was worried though; looking at Alice I was surprised she wasn't naked. She was wearing a top folded through at the bust and Daisy Dukes.
"And...what exactly are you, again, Alice?" I asked her hesitantly, afraid of the answer.
"Pshaw, Bella, no one's dressed up as anything, the goal is just to have fun and be wild! C'mon, you're a college kid now, have some fun! But, if you really must know," she added quietly, "I kind of wanted to go country so Jasper would notice. Shh," she whispered with a smile. I said nothing and just descended the stairs cautiously, feeling as if I was about to vomit. Was the bra my best idea? It seemed silly now that I realized I wouldn't be able to cover it up.
"Alice, can I--"
"Yes," she cut me off.
"You didn't know what I was going to ask you!"
"Do you really know that?" she asked me cryptically. Upon seeing my confused face, she laughed. "Yes you can store your bra in my room. Happy?"
"Hey!" Rose bounded out of her room in, like Alice, next to nothing, instead this time it was a form fitting babydoll with about half the stomach cut off, and a skirt similar to mine. "Bella, we match!" she chuckled giddily.
"So I guess the point of your costume is to have Emmett notice?" I quipped as I noticed the sports jersey-ness of her shirt. Rosalie threw me a look that told me to be quiet, to which I snickered but complied.
"Is Jake coming?" Rosalie asked me as we began on our way to the third floor, which filled me with dread. Third floor was Jasper's floor. Even if I didn't like him in that way, I covered up self-consciously.
"I dunno, he didn't say anything when I called him yesterday." In fact, he'd rarely spoken to me at all, saying he had mounds of homework before cutting the line. But hey, I'm sure he was doing something important. More important than speaking to his girlfriend, even.
Without me noticing, we'd somehow gotten to the third floor and, more importantly, reached the vicinity of boys. I heard faint cursing and a few things dropping as we reached Jasper's door. Unanimously, wordlessly, we all agreed to wait for him. A moment later his doorknob jingled and opened to reveal a startling zombie costume, spattered in "blood." His blond hair peeked out from the top, a comical contrast, and his face was paler than usual, a sickly green tint to it. Standing next to him, the lack of clothing we had was amusing.
He looked past Rosalie and I before his eyes landed on Alice, promptly bulging at the sight of her. Probably not knowing what he was doing - ironic considering his zombie costume - he walked over to her and, without speaking, took her hand tenderly before bringing it to his lips. The moment was so...theirs, it almost felt as if I should leave the building. Alice, to my intense surprise, blushed a rosy pink before she and Jasper walked, nearly skipped, down the stairs, leaving Rosalie and I.
We stood together, watching them disappear for a moment, before I spoke. "Well, that settles that, I suppose."
"Yeah. Good for her, but lets just hope Emmett reacts the same. And, y'know, Jake, too, Bella." she added quickly.
"No need to worry, Rose, I'm not sure he's even coming tonight."
"Really?" she asked, curious. We began to walk downstairs again as she continued: "So who are you going to hang with tonight?"
I shrugged as we reached the landing of the second floor, Emmett's floor. "I was hoping to just stand alone in a corner. Sweaty grinding is really not my thing," I looked over at her with a grimace.
"But it is mine," a familiar resonating voice said. We turned over to Emmett in surprise, and I saw Rosalie discreetly, uncharacteristically, twisting her hands in anxiety behind her back.
"Damn, Bells, you got legs!" Emmett laughed when I blushed furiously, muttering a weak excuse blaming Alice. At least he's not looking at my chest, I thought.
Emmett's eyes roamed over to Rosalie, and he swallowed hard. Some might take it as an offense, of course, but clearly that was not his intention, as he walked over in his gangster costume and grabbed her wrist gently. He dragged a giggling Rosalie downstairs, their intentions mutual, and something I probably didn't want to think about.
So that left me. Alone. Gee, Bella, contain the surprise, would ya?
I briefly considered changing into sweats and ditching the party, but there was a small, tingling gut feeling that I couldn't ignore. I had already gone this far, hadn't I?
On an extremely weird impulse, I continued down the stairs, almost robotically. My brain screamed at me: What. Are. You. Doing?! It was inexplainable. I just continued downstairs, stopping only at Alice's room to adjust my costume - I still didn't know what it was supposed to be resembling - and, in a haze, opened the door to the lounge.
I'd expected something like this: yarn spiderwebs, red paper crafted expertly to look like blood. Decorations aside, I'd expected something of a large crowd.
What I didn't expect, however, were the masses of people taking up every square inch of the room, gyrating their hips to the screaming beat and downing large plastic cups full of alcohol. The room smelt of raw liquor, sweat, and just had that all around smell of heat. I snapped back into my senses and nearly screamed. What was I thinking? I needed to get out of here before anyone could recognize me. Alice and Emmett had managed to hook up a number of pulsing lights, making the makeup on my face unbearable. I was starting to panic, which was quite dorky of me, I realized. I couldn't even handle a party. Typical Bella. This is what I get for being raised by a cop during my high school years.
I started to back out and was immediately plowed back in by a couple of already drunk male juniors. Their thick frames stupidly intimidated me, so I edged closer in, finding a wall near me and hastily sprinting to it in my relief. I pressed myself to the cool plaster, my brain spitting out different adrenaline based ideas as to how to get out before someone dragged me in even further.
"Bellah!" Emmett saw me and dragged himself over.
"Join the party. C'mon!" he added when I didn't budge. Biding my time, I commented on his strangely unruly hair, to which he grinned slyly,
"Bells, even you can figure that one out. But anyways, guess who's here?!" he nearly shouted. Not that it made much of a difference; the music booming loudly made everything almost impossible to hear.
"I don't know Emmett, but you sound like Alice right now," I quipped. "Who?" I asked after he threw me a withering look.
"Eddie!" he squealed, as much as could be done considering that he was a guy.
I gulped. "Excuse me as I go run away, Emmett." I tried to get past him and again I was grabbed, though painlessly as Emmett obviously knew his strength, and prodded back.
"Don't you want him to piss himself when he sees you?" he shook his head. "That's not the point. Make him drunk, Bella, please. I've been dying to see him drunk. He's never touched alcohol, ever. He can't hold it that well!" My eyes widened at his proposition.
"Emmett! That's your brother!" I scolded him. His face was apathetic.
"Your point is?" he questioned after a moment.
"My point is that you don't want him to be humiliated, do you?"
"You don't have siblings, do you Bella?"
Caught off guard, I answered. "No. But-"
"That's what I thought. Look, all I'm asking is that you just walk by him. Talk to hi-"
"No. Emmett, I didn't want to wear this in the first place!"
"But you look so great in it!" a happy voice behind me piped up. "Hi!"
"Alice, Emmett wants me to-"
"I know isn't it brilliant?! Even when we were in high school, Edward didn't touch a drop of alcohol. Now's our chance to see him drunk! Surely he can't handle his liquor well."
"That's what I said!" Emmett cut in.
"You guys are so mean to him!" I protested, buying my time.
"Mean to who?" Jasper's throaty voice came from nearby. Alice leapt to his side, hugging him as he asked me again.
"Edward," I replied, flushing unfathomably.
"Well, shouldn't you want to go along with it? Get some revenge?" Alice asked before Jasper could reply.
"Honestly, Alice, I'm beyond over that." Liar, that's the biggest load of bull I've ever heard. "I'm not going through with it, Emmett. Look, I'm going to get some punch. Is it spiked?" I added as an afterthought. All eyes went to Emmett, who immediately scrunched up his nose in thought.
"Well, I for one did not spike anything...except Tyler's drink. C'mon, it had to be done!" he protested after everyone threw him an impatient look. "But I think I saw someone drop a bid of something in there. So yeah Bella, don't try it if you don't want a hangover. There's water in the kitchen, though."
"Just keep in mind, vodka and water look very much alike," Jasper quipped, sending everyone into a bout of laughter. Quickly, I snuck away, trying to hide myself in the massive crowd.
Okay. So really all I had to do was avoid Edward, because everyone else here appeared to be extremely drunk and would not remember anything by tomorrow. The only flaws with this plan was that I had absolutely no idea where Edward was at the moment, nor what he looked like, so he could pop up from behind me at any moment wearing a hockey mask spattered with red paint and a fake chainsaw -- who was I to know know how much he liked horror? -- and I wouldn't have the slightest idea beforehand.
Maybe, though, if I could just find his hair... the only distinct thing in this crowd would be his hair.
Standing on my tip toes, stretching as high as I could go, I scanned the crowd before deducing that finding him was hopeless in the best case scenario. Maybe he'd been able to ditch. Did he like parties?
So, as planned, I strolled over to the nearest wall and sunk down cross legged, before realizing what I was wearing, and promptly jumped, glancing around worriedly, wondering if anyone had spotted me. Ridiculous, seeing as I had been at feet level.
Lovely, I can't even sit, and goodness knows how long this party'll be.
The same style of blaring music became monotonous, allowing me to void out all noises and fall into a semi-zoned out state, and, more importantly, it allowed me to sort out my thoughts that had been put on the back burner of my mind.
What I had said to Angela was true, of course. But questions still remained: if I felt like that, why was I still with Jacob? Was there a point of still being with him? Where would it all lead? What if he found out? The questions mulled around in my head, my futile attempt at response not fast enough as more questions spun slowly, multiplying until it became dizzying. One question fished itself out of the rest, blaring in neon lights as if right in front of my eyes.
If I like Edward so much more, was I using Jake now? That brought on a whole other round of questions. I shook my head, trying to dilute the mayhem.
Using... if I was using Jake, I'd obviously be dating him to gain something from someone else; _______ dates ________ to gain ________.
The blanks filled instantly, without my consent: Bella dates Jacob to gain Edward.
Oh, damn it.
No use fighting instinct; it just couldn't be done.
But I had to.
Somehow, it had to switch to Bella dates Jacob. No gaining, no love triangles, nothing. Belladates Jacob. I repeated it like a mantra in my head, feeling as if I was reading off of a phonics book.
Bella dates Jacob.
Bella dates Jacob.
Bella dates Jacob.
Bella dates Jacob to gain Edward.
I groaned and tried a different tactic of fooling my brain.
Edward was simply unavailable. Not in that he had a girlfriend (not that I knew, anyways) but that he just didn't like me like that. He didn't see me as attractive. What was new? I hoped that living in such close proximity wouldn't deter him from seeing me as a friend, but what would happen when he did get a girlfriend? Would I be able to handle it?
Of course, I reasoned with myself, it's just a crush, Bella. Crushes go away.
But until then, I needed to figure out how I would deal with Jake. I really did not feel anything for him anymore; I wasn't sure if I really had felt anything for him at all. Had he been a distraction all this time? I couldn't tell. I needed to break up with Jacob. That much I could figure out on my own. I wasn't going to dump him because I wanted to date Edward.
But I do want to date him.
I sighed. Even my mind was against me. Like I'd said, there was no use fighting instinct.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. It couldn't have been more than half an hour but I was already sick of this party. Sometimes, even I could admit, parties could be fun. Not, however, when random perverts were all around, and looking me up and down. Which wasn't scarring in the slightest way, oh no.
"Hey buttercup," a guy slurred next to me, hiccuping. I think I just vomited a bit in my mouth. "Wanna see the sunsh--"
"Hell no, get away!" I screeched, not giving a crap about the guy's feelings as I walked, nearly ran, away into the sea of people. He wouldn't remember tomorrow, especially when he was going to wake up with one of the hundreds of playboy bunnies in here.
I panted as I stood to rest in the middle of the crowd, the exact opposite of where I'd wanted to be. The crowd would not cease to move, making it hard to navigate my way around seeing as everyone was so tall. I silently cursed myself for not listening to Alice's advice and wear heels.
Oh boy, Bella, you know things are bad when you're upset you didn't wear heels.
Slowly but surely I reached the other end of the throng of people. Idly, I thought of where Alice and the others were, but most importantly where Edward wa--
"Bella?"
Oh, shit.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
I had two options here: I could lie, pretend I'd not heard him and I could continue on my way. Or, I could be brave and face my fears in the eye. My eyebrow furrowed; if I didn't face him now, was I a coward?
Duh.
"Bella?" he repeated, softer now as he probably thought I was someone else and thought himself stupid for asking. I couldn't have that; he was smart enough to recognize me from the back and he shouldn't think otherwise. Without thinking, I spun around, my hair probably smacking others around me.
"Edward!" I cried, falsely ecstatic. "Hi!"
I couldn't determine exactly what I felt next, but his emotions were quite clear as they were portrayed through his facial expressions. Shock, sadness, restraint, anger, and... dare I say it, lust?
Bah, must be the lighting. (AN: Fluorescence!)
"Hey," he muttered, his eyes a bit unfocused and searching somewhere beyond my left shoulder. I turned but saw nothing. Oh, well.
EPOV
The multicolored lights flashed at different intervals, turning the room bright pink one moment and pitch black the next. It was more than enough to give me a serious migraine.
As planned, I was being a wallflower, riding out the party which, if I knew Alice, would last into the wee hours of the morning. Girls in petty, degrading outfits sauntered up to me, whispering to me. Good thing I couldn't hear them; I was sure I didn't want to know what they were saying. After a moment or two the message passed through their drunken minds and they pranced up to the next guy. Fine with me.
My mind eventually numbed out everything and allowed me to hear my own thoughts. Finally.
I thought back to what Bella had said that day she was at the coffee shop. Was there really hope? It had been so long, and I was still sulking. I couldn't mess this up again. This was my last chance at going out with her...becoming her boyfriend...loving her.
I shook my head. I couldn't think ahead of myself. There was always the chance that she'd end up loving Jake, if she didn't already.
I would have thought that I would feel spite towards this, which I did, of course, but I mostly just felt happy for her. Happy that she found someone that enjoyed her presence as much as she enjoyed theirs, and more.
But...if it didn't work out. If I did, in fact, have a chance. Would I take it?
What the hell do you think Edward?
I dunno, what do I think?
Oh, Lord. Things are bad when you argue with yourself. Again, I shook my head to disperse my puerile thoughts.
And that was when I saw it. Her.
I knew it was Bella before she even turned around. Her extreme amount of pale skin gave it away. I did not mentally reprimand Bella for this, but had I not just chastised other girls for wearing revealing outfits? The difference between them and Bella was that she was doing this for Alice, they were doing it to show themselves off to guys.
"Bella?"
Oh, shit. Please tell me I did not just call her.
I saw her shoulders stiffen for a moment. Obviously it was her, why didn't she want me to know?
As I thought of various and unrealistic answers, she turned around, planting a fake, cheery smile on her face.
"Edward! Hi!"
I clamped my mouth shut. If I didn't, incoherent words would be stuttered and spewed out. This would not only embarrass me, but most likely Bella as well.
I tried to keep my face in check, wary of how many emotions would pass. However, I could not help be shocked by her appearance. How beautiful she looked! And not in a sense of lust, though that thought had long before crossed my mind, but the way she simply radiated poise, even when faced with clothing such as this, clothing that would demean anyone else. The way she carried herself made it seem as though she really wasn't doing this for attention.
And that was the biggest difference between her and everyone else here. She was special in that she was selfless.
BPOV
After a few minutes of extremely awkward, choppy and stilted conversation with Edward, I decided to tell him that I was turning in for the night, which was entirely true. It was past midnight, so Alice really wouldn't mind that much. I hoped.
For the first time that night I thanked the heavens that this party had accumulated so much people, because then Alice would practically never find me. Besides, she had Jasper to keep her company, of which I was extremely happy, and not just because I wanted to get away.
The sharp contrast between the volume inside the party, and when I exited was enough to make my ears ring. Not to say that it wasn't loud in the hallway, but there was a significant difference.
I walked uncomfortably through the throng of couples making out and walked up the stairs, only to be greeted by Emmett and Rosalie themselves, also one of the couples feeling each other. Obviously they didn't see me, which was a relief through the monumental mental scarring. That was something I could have lived without witnessing.
I continued up the stairs with my head down, finally reaching my door with an almost reverent amount of solace.
I quickly stripped out of my "clothes," if they could really be called that, and into my pajamas. I turned out the lights and flopped on my bed, asleep before my head hit the pillow.
And then proceeded to have the strangest dream of my life.
It's foggy now, nothing is in focus. I'm outside, it's cold and I wind my scarf tighter around my neck. I'm heading to the center of campus... why? Instinctively, I know where to go, a tiny statue marks a point for me to stop.
And, as if he'd teleported there, Jacob appears out of thin air in front of me.
I turned uneasily in my sleep.
We exchange words; he nods and I follow suit. What has been said?
The words appear as if written on paper in my mind: I think we need to break up.
The decision seems mutual, he walks away after a departing hug, and with each step he takes his form seems to fade until he's completely invisible.
I turn, not at all saddened by this turn of events, and suddenly I'm in my hall. Once more, acting on instinct, I walk up to the sixth floor. No part of me wants to go downstairs to my own room. Why?
I knock. Once...twice...three times. The door opens. Edward is waiting.
Slowly, without inhibition, we come closer. His warm, calloused hands grasp my face, as my pale, delicate hands rest on his shoulder. Edward leans down, his face coming closer. I stretch on my tip-toes, anxious for what is about to happen. I know, without a doubt, what needs to happen next.
And, like perfection, his lips meet mine.
I flew up from my pillow, gaspingand drenched in sweat. It was already morning, somehow. Looking around for a moment to orient myself, I sighed and flopped back down. Thank God today is a Saturday.
I ran my hand through my damp hair, shifting so I was facing my window and tried to make sense of the dream that was still clear as day in my mind. It was a sign, no doubt. My brain was talking to me at the only time when I couldn't shut it up.
I'd broken up with Jake. And I wasn't sad about it. The message was crystal clear, but irrationally, I still wanted to ignore it.
I took a deep breath and gulped down my apprehension. Why was I so worried? I hadn't made my mind up about anything yet.
I knew that wasn't true, though. It was, and no matter how much this would hurt, I had to do it.
I had to break up with Jacob.
EPOV
I trudged up the stairs, my mind thick with sleep deprivation. My mind registers that there were, in fact, many people blocking my way as they stumbled around, eyes closed because they were so "in love" that they were drunkenly passionate.
Give me a break.
I did a double take, stopping in my tracks. When had I become so cynical? It must be the hour, I deduced.
I reached my room shortly after, stripping down to my boxers and turning off the light, the moon through my window guiding my way to my bed. I crawled in and was soon fast asleep.
That night, oddly enough, I dreamt.
There is a feeling building in my chest, I cannot determine what it is. It's there, rising and rising until it bursts and spreads through all my body. Happiness like no other. Why?
I notice what I am doing as I notice Bella's sweet smelling hair knotted in my hands. I am kissing her, I realize with jubilance. How is this happening?
Her sweet voice floats up to my ears as if she was reading my thoughts. "I broke up with him."
"For me?" I ask stupidly. She nods and brings her lips to mine again, smiling along with me.
"I love you, Bella," I whisper.
"I love you, too," she replies, though she is fading now. Why, why is she no longer wrapped in my arms? I look around frantically and notice that the room is swirling around me, about to suck me in and--
My eyes shot open, and I noted that I'm panting and covered in sweat. What the hell?
I noticed it was already the next morning, which surprised me greatly. I sat up, my feet touching the cool floor. I raised one hand and brought it to my hair, gripping it so tightly I was sure some strands fell out.
I couldn't decide if that was a dream or nightmare. I'd have to go with nightmare, seeing as my brain decided to mock me, first telling me that I was allowed to kiss Bella because she broke up with Jacob, and then making her disappear. Damn, what was wrong with me?
I inhaled through my mouth. She likes Jacob, get it through your head, Edward.
She likes me, too. I replied, slightly cocky yet knowing I'd lose this battle. To myself. What an odd concept.
Yet I couldn't get the thought out of my head that something was going to change. Something big. It was a premonition of sorts; hopefully no masked killer was going to murder me tonight.
I sighed. It was just a dream, Edward.
"Yeah...just a dream," I mumbled, flopping back down on my bed. "Just a dream."
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