SM owns! DH and I own Jessena. Glad you're feeling better, bb. :)

I hadn't recognized the street, but I was pleased to see that Edward didn't live that far from me, all things considered. The butterflies were coming to life in my stomach and I knew why Edward had suggested I bring Jessica to the party. No one likes walking in to a party alone. Hopefully I'd get there early enough that I didn't feel like such a dork.

I flipped on the radio but changed the station fast. I liked Selena Gomez as much as the next girl but she was Jessica's absolute favorite, meaning that more often than not, some form of her music was playing in the hallways at work. Not to mention desktop background and screen savers. Nowhere was safe, not even the elevators; Jess had found Selena's greatest hits in Muzak. Eric the Creeper liked to tease by calling her Jessena just to watch her face turn purple. She was a little frightening in her devotion, but it was her.

Yeah, I was feeling guilty about Jessica. Such a softie, my mom would always say because I could never hold a grudge. I wasn't feeling quite so magnanimous that I was going to call her and tell her where I was, however. I grinned to myself. Edward was allll mine, Jessena.

I drove slowly through a charming little neighborhood… smallish houses with big front porches. Lots of trees.

Final destination… my GPS chirped in a sultry British voice. I gulped. It was already pretty dark and plenty of cars were here. Where should I park? Boldly in the driveway or down the street? I pictured myself biting my lip, standing in the doorway of my delivery boy's room as the party wound down…

Edward, my car seems to be blocked in… I guess I'll have to spend the night in your bed…

I wiggled in my seat. Geez, I'd just turned myself on just thinking about him. I was going to be an absolute mess when he was actually in front of me… when I could see him, smell him. Touch him. I shivered and sighed, checking my lip-gloss in the rear view mirror. Down, girl. At least pretend to play a little hard to get…

As I walked up the sidewalk I noticed someone sitting on the front porch steps smoking a cigarette, the orange glow pulsing bright whenever they inhaled. A girl. A really pretty girl, who stared at me balefully as I made my way to the door.

"Hi," I said.

"Edward invited you, didn't he?" The girl ground the living daylights out of the cigarette with her biker boot. Yikes.

"Um, yeah," I said. "I'm Bella." I thought about trying to shake her hand or something but frankly I was afraid she'd stab me with the knife I was sure she had hidden somewhere in her bra.

She shrugged and stared out to the street. "My name's Kate. The ex-girlfriend."

"Oh." Great. "Nice to meet you," I said lamely, moving up the steps, getting the fuck outa dodge. The ex-girlfriend? Gee, thanks for the heads up, Edward.

The front door was already open so I peeked inside as I knocked. My beautiful boy was right there, in some sort of silent standoff with a tall blonde. She had that same coppery sheen to her hair that I'd been dying to run my hands through ever since I'd seen Edward walk through the office door. She glared at me and turned her back at the same time Edward's face lit up.

"Bella!" he smiled, looking relieved. "God, I'm so glad you're here."

Hmmm... surely Edward didn't plan to have the Ex there; someone must have been planning a reunion behind his back! Don't worry. Bella's got some strong mojo working in those power panties DH gave her.

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