Disclaimer to Stephenie Meyer and the Spice Girls.
You're a hot mess, and I'm falling for you.
A week and a half after the date, nothing happened. Edward was keeping true to his word, but breaking it at the same time. He had promised Peyton that he would be nice to Bella, and his method of doing this was to sit as far away from me as possible in class and ignore me. Compared to the over-intimate touching he had done before, this was a nice change. On the other hand, I missed the banter we had, even if it was rolling vitriol spewed at each other.
As a result, I swear I was going to have a mental breakdown. The days were spent completely loathing the guy and the three-hour phone calls at night were spent completely falling for the guy. I wondered how he was able to be cold and unresponsive to the real me, but to my alter-ego he was sweet and caring and I'm not even going to say anymore because I don't like him. I don't. This is purely revenge. But when I went to English the next day, and watched him scrape his chair back and not utter a single word, I couldn't help the feeling of rejection wash over me. English was spent convincing myself I was playing the part of Peyton too seriously. If I wasn't careful, both sides of me would be lusting for Edward Cullen.
Peyton didn't go on another date with the guy, claiming she had to head back to LA for a while, but will definitely make it for the benefit. Having being promised that, Edward didn't push for anymore dates. He probably didn't want to push Peyton away.
Shame he didn't feel the same way for Bella.
*
"Bella, but you have to go," Alice begged as we walked down a corridor, linking my arm in the process and pulling me closer to her.
"I'm busy that night," I told her.
"With what?"
"I'm visiting my Mom in LA," I lied. Alice looked at me, observing me. She raised an eyebrow.
"You're lying."
"Well, I am going to go to LA now," I countered. The bell hadn't rung yet, but I was standing outside the Biology Lab. Alice had begged me to go to the benefit from the beginning of lunch to now, which was nearly an hour. Rosalie had given up in about fifteen minutes, but God forbid should Alice give up. I couldn't even explain to her the reason, because it wasn't as if: Alice, Edward invited Peyton Steele to the benefit and in case you forgot, I'm Peyton Steele, was going to go unnoticed by the posse of people that seemed constantly near us. Any mention of the 'P' word would send ripples through the crowd, and some would turn to me and ask when Peyton Steele was going to come back and do another concert, or if she was going to do a comeback tour soon. I didn't even know the answer to that so I went with the diplomatic, "No comment." Classy.
"Oh, please tell me you're moving there too," a low voice pleaded. I snapped my head to the direction of the voice.
You guessed right, Edward Cullen. Wanker extraordinaire.
Note to self: don't use 'wanker' too much, it draws attention to the fact I'm Peyton Steele.
"Haha, very funny," I said sarcastically, throwing my hair over my shoulder and Edward bowed mockingly. When he lifted himself up his eyes raked my hair.
Yes, I had taken his advice and messed it up a little. Despite the fact that it was Edward's suggestion, it did look pretty good. Kudos to him for being able to see the potential my once-boring hair had. He closed his eyes and I saw them move under his eyelids. I think he rolled his eyes under his closed eyes to not draw attention to how 'amused' he was with my hair. He smirked.
"I'm here all week, in fact, all year," he winked before putting his hand on the doorknob.
"So Bella," Alice ignored her brother and started on her tirade again, "Tell me why you're so adamant against going to the Benefit my father is hosting?"
Edward froze, "You're not going?"
"I'm going to LA," I said pointedly to Alice and caustically added to Edward, "Did you or did you not just hear me say that?"
He overlooked that, "You should go." I gave him an acidic look and he added, "To the Benefit, I mean."
"Uh, don't you hate me?" I pointed at him with a smile and raised an eyebrow at the same time.
"Yes, and what has this got to do with wanting you at my father's benefit?"
Either that boy was dim, or he was clever and he was planning something. "How about the fact I don't trust you, who knows if you're going to throw me in a pool or something like that? Given your track record, I'm surprised I don't move to LA rather just visit there."
"Your best friend, Peyton, is going to be there, I'd think you'd want to see her, no?"
He played well. Damn it, he was on to me. Or something.
"Yes, I do, in fact," I kept my voice steady.
"Well, you're disinvited," Alice suddenly announced. I looked at her and sent her a telepathic prayer of thanks. I just hoped she had a good reason.
"What?" Edward turned to his sister. Alice cocked her head up to face her tall brother.
"I don't want her to be there because of Peyton Steele," Alice crossed her arms.
"Alice, I'm doing you a favour."
"That's a first."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know what it means."
Edward rolled his eyes and looked at me, "I'll see you there, Swan, or else I'm going to your house and taking you there myself."
"Haha! That's if I'm there."
The bell drowned out Edward's profanities and he pinched the bridge of his nose. He sighed.
"I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for Peyton. It's clear how much you two want to see each other and this is a fantastic chance for you two to catch up." He looked at me accusingly, "You don't even sound like a good friend when it comes to seeing your best friend, if I were you I would be glad I saw my famous best friend."
"I see Peyton enough sometimes, the benefit is somewhere social and people know Peyton and if we get too friendly people are going to become suspicious," I snapped, barging past him and opening the Biology door, Edward grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go.
"Please, Bella. This would make her day," Edward begged, his green eyes narrowed and pleading, "I-I want this for her, I want her to be happy."
"Why?" I shot at him.
"Because, I think...I think I'm in love with her."
Oh. My. God.
My arm relaxed in Edward's grip. I could feel the blood drain from my face as if it was being funnelled through a dropper. Edward let my arm drop and it hit my side. At that moment I didn't care about whatever pain that caused.
Edward. Cullen. Is. In. Love. With. Me.
Not me, Bella, but Peyton, but Bella is Peyton so technically it was me. Stupid complicated maths equation. It wasn't doing me any favours. Plus, he thinks so, so he's not sure, which was a good thing, right? Except, he didn't sound as if he was making a mistake and whenever Renee said 'think' it always meant something positive and...That had to mean that he really did mean it. He did love Peyton, which is me – but we won't go into that debacle again. Edward Cullen was in love with me. ME! Was karma sadistic in some kind of way? Was this my payment for sending the asshole into hospital? Damn it, why was my heart dancing as if it was the most ecstatic thing that happened in my life? I wasn't happy about this, I was moreorless distraught! Fuck, this was getting too complicated. My throat was dry and Edward seemed to regain some kind of awareness as he shuffled past me to our bench. Could my legs even move? Just about. One step. That was good, now I had to take another. The shock froze anything from my legs upward and I walked stiffly the aisle and between the rows of benches towards the chair. As part of being nice, Edward had let me have the chair we constantly fought over, without superglue. I trembled as I sat on it. Thank God the teacher wasn't here yet or else I would have had to be rushed into the situation rather than taking the time I needed.
I gulped before I said, "Are you sure?"
"She's made me happier than I have ever been in my entire life, I just thought, with what I'd done in the past, God would punish me by not letting my find the person I'm meant to be with, but I've found her. Or I hope I have."
"Don't play with me like that," I hissed.
"What? What do you mean, 'play with you'?" Edward asked turning to face me and looked me deeply in the eyes.
My heart rate rose exponentially fast.
SHIT.
I had to stop doing that.
Or at least write a script in preparation to anything he said to me. Now I had to think quick.
"In the sense that, she's my best friend, she's had plenty of guys tell her that they love her and they've turned out to be the biggest fucking twats I've ever met," I gushed saying the first thing that came to my mind, "They've hurt her, so, if you're messing with me about how you feel, you better own up to it before I send you off to hospital because I've chopped your dick off and actually make you infertile this time around."
He shuddered and glared at me before moving his hands to cup his crotch area. I made a 'pfft' sound. As if hands were going to stop me if I was going to chop of his wiener. I shuddered at the thought and I turned away from him. Class had obviously begun by now and if he wasn't going to revert to robotic then I was going to do it for him. Except the different phases of mitosis weren't bothering me at all, currently my thoughts surrounded Edward Cullen.
I was scared. If Edward Cullen was in love with Peyton that meant breaking it all from him, except, I couldn't. Why can't you? He's not the person I thought he was, he's better, he's different and he's vulnerable. Or is there an underlying reason? What's that supposed to mean? You like him Bella, as your conscience, I can tell you like him...
Pushing the evil voice of my conscience behind me and focusing on what was really important right now which was Biology and planning what I could possibly wear and pass off as Bella and Peyton at the same time.
*
Alice was a god. Or something close to that.
That evening we decided to go into Port Angeles and she made one soft-blue bodycon dress look like two different dresses. For Bella, she added a black leather motorcycle jacket, black patterned tights and black flats (big sigh of relief). For Peyton, it was a white headband, a long white beaded necklace and a lot of white accessories as well as white high-heels (not so good here). Alice didn't want me to show off my legs on both occasions because Edward was sure to have that type of memory where he "doesn't forget the same legs twice." Plus, do I want Edward ogling at my legs at the Benefit and further ogle at them when they were covered up in Biology lessons thereafter? Not really. Make-up wise, I was going to wear post box-red lipstick, whereas Peyton was keeping it simple.
This was dizzyingly complex, but if I could pull it off then my secret would be safe.
*
"Jeez, Bella. Why don't you just tell him that you're Peyton now?" a voice blared through the speakerphone during the journey back home.
I groaned into my phone. I heard Alice chuckle as she drove.
"Hello, I may not know Edward like you both do, but I doubt that he actually meant what he said," I spoke into the phone.
"Come on, he practically told you he loves you," Rosalie voice surrounded us, "He doesn't do that very often."
"Mmm-hmm. I understand you, but I thought the objective was to pay him back for being the wanker he is, but it turns out he's the complete opposite and he just bigs himself up," I explained, "So I figure, if he just inflates his ego, I should just deflate it by dumping him as Peyton."
"Point," Alice said into the phone and there was a splutter.
"Rosalie, I don't want to be recognised at Peyton Steele," I said into the phone, twigging onto what she wanted. Rosalie wanted me to have my own status, to be popular in school – which to be brutally honest, I wasn't. She believed that if I outed myself as Peyton Steele that would mean that people would automatically like me, but she didn't realise that they would just like the stuff that came with being Peyton Steele – the concerts, the fame and the money from being interviewed by tabloids.
"I'll bite, so when are you planning to dump him?"
"The Benefit."
"You're going?"
"Uh-huh, Alice invited me and then disinvited me and then Edward invited me."
There was a sharp intake of breath.
"Edward invited you?"
"Ever the tone of surprise," I sighed into the phone which was met with raucous laughter on the other end of the line.
"Fair deal, Swan," Rosalie said, "By the way Alice, aren't you at all interested how I got an invitation to the Benefit?"
"You've been invited?"
"Ever the tone of surprise," Rosalie sighed and Alice and I laughed in response.
"How?"
"Your brother finally asked me out," Rosalie squealed, "Just like you said!"
"Don't bet with a psychic," Alice warned me with a smile, "And Rosalie, that's five bucks you owe me."
Alice was answered with the dial tone and we looked at each other before chuckling. When our laughter died down, I looked at Alice seriously.
"Am I going to be happy?"
"I thought you didn't believe in the occult, or psychics," Alice chastised. I blushed.
"I don't, I'm just interested."
She didn't talk for a while and just drove. When she reached a street that was relatively close to my house she looked at me again before closing her eyes tightly. When she opened them again, I saw that she had a sad smile on her face.
"What's wrong?" I was concerned. Was there something wrong?
"Nothing, you're going to be happy. I know that."
"But...?" There was a stipulation, there had to be in order for her to be pulling that face.
"Nothing, just you will be happy."
She looked at me seriously, her face a mask of severity and seriousness. I backed away slightly.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
I let out a sigh of relief and Alice grinned before reaching to a piece of rolled paper behind her. Her hands squatted between different bags, spoils of our trip falling off the leather seats onto the space in front of them. I raised an eyebrow, was I supposed to believe that a person that had placed what she needed the most, at the back of our things and then she would later have to fish around for it and cause havoc on the back row, to be a psychic? I looked at her again. Yes, I would believe so.
"This is a plan of our house so in order to pass off as both Peyton and Bella, you need to revise where and how to sneak around and what zones you need to stick to in order to do it effectively," Alice said without taking a breath. Going back to what I had thought before. I believe doubly so. I nodded in response. Alice unscrolled the large paper and straightened it out in front of me. After moving around a lot to accommodate the rather large piece of paper, she jabbed at a point.
"After Edward introduced you to Mom and Dad, or just Mom would be fine, you will need to excuse yourself and make your way to this bathroom, I'll escort you there and help you climb out of the window. This is when you ring the doorbell again as Bella."
"Uh-huh."
"Then..."
*
"Peyton, it's so nice to finally meet you," Mrs. Cullen pulled me into a tight embrace.
I had been right about Mrs. Cullen – or Esme as she often reminded to call her – she was incredibly pretty, so much so, she didn't really have to worry about the nurses that fawned over her husband. If truth be told, he should be worried about her attracting attention from people.
I was so glad that she couldn't hear my thoughts as well, because I was sure I was thinking: I would.
"Esme, stop embarrassing me," Edward groaned before pulling me away from her and holding me instead. He wrapped his hands tightly around my waist, pulling me even closer and giving me a good feel of his chest. And abs. Speaking strictly as Peyton, they were pretty good. As Bella, I'd rather walk on hell's surface than say anything civil about those abs. When I tried to pull away, he only tightened his grip. Jeez, he was protective. I looked at Esme for some kind of help to no avail. Esme's eyes had lost a little of the sparkle they had before, probably when Edward had blatantly called her Esme, and I guessed she just wanted to be called 'Mom'. Whatever emotion she was feeling she got rid of it quickly, because she beamed me before looking at her adoptive son.
"Well, Edward, I can't help it – she's so beautiful," Esme sighed, touching my chin with her index finger and pulling my face up to her.
Inappropriate thought alert, I was actually tempted to kiss her. She is that hot. Really. That's why I blushed. Not because I was embarrassed by being inspected by Esme as Edward thought.
"She's not a zoo exhibit," Edward chided his foster-mother. She rolled her eyes. As did I. I turned to face him within his grip.
"Said the one who couldn't stop fawning over my legs," I said sarcastically and it was his turn to blush. I noticed that his gaze dropped to appreciate my legs even more. I had to force the urge to smack him for obviously looking at my legs. Then again, the more he looked at my legs thinking that he had sole ownership of them, the more distraught he would be when I told him things were over.
Gee, I wonder who's going to win 'bipolar of the month'.
"It's just," Mrs. Cullen – I mean, Esme, sighed and she turned to look at her son, "You've never brought a girl home to introduce to me, never mind your father's benefit."
Edward blushed even deeper at having been revealed. I think I blushed a little. Was I really the first girl Edward had brought home?
I saw Alice walk over to us with Jasper in tow. I rolled my eyes and released myself from Edward to walk over to her.
"Alice, Jasper," I glided over to the pair. Jasper cleared his throat and covered his mouth. His face went beet red from his mouth up his forehead like a glass of Ribena being filled in a glass.
"You know my name!" Jasper whispered to me quietly and it was met by two odd looks from Alice and me. Edward had joined us and was smirking.
"Why wouldn't I know your name?" I chuckled, throwing my hair off my shoulder and I relished the sight of Edward's face dropping. Alice gave me a 'think-of-a-story-now!' look and laughed whilst I punched Edward in the arm, gently, of course.
"Alice talks about you all the time," I said rolling my eyes at Edward.
"You talk to Peyton?" Edward turned his head towards his sister. Alice shrugged, thinking of a story.
"You think that you're the only one that is allowed to talk to her?" Alice rounded onto his brother and Jasper and I smirked at the pair.
"Uh..." Edward was lost for words and his mouth opened and closed like a fish. Alice winked at me and I put a hand on my hip before looking expectantly at Edward. He sighed before kissing my head and putting his arms around me and crossing them. I pulled away from him.
"I need to go to the bathroom," I said abruptly. Edward was confused for a second before recovering.
"Sure, I'll take you to one..." Edward said taking my arm.
"As much as I would like to see you happy to take her to the bathroom," Alice took my arm from his grip before linking me, "that would be highly inappropriate, even if you are her boyfriend."
Edward glared at Alice and handed me over to her. She gave me a suggestive nudge as we strolled down the corridor to the ground-floor bathroom. Alice opened the door and she sighed with relief.
"Okay, Operation Peyton to Bella is a go-go," Alice informed me and she started wiping my face and pulling off my wig and the complicated clips it had. I shimmied all of the bangles off my wrist and let them fall onto the carpeted floor. I kicked off my shoes violently, embracing the ability to have my entire foot on the ground once more. Alice was coaxing my legs into my lace tights before I had a second to appreciate how soft the carpet was and when they were pulled up she forced me to sit on the toilet as she wasn't tall enough to apply make-up onto my face. I slipped my feet into the black patent leather shoes, pushing my foot in deep enough and pulling it at the back. When I had put both on, Alice had mussed up my hair and my deep red lipstick was applied. She slipped the jacket over my arms before making me look in a mirror.
"Whoa," I twirled around to look at myself in different angles, "Alice you're a star."
"I know."
She patted me on the back and hoisted me up to stand on the counter in the bathroom. My foot went into the empty sink and I almost fell back. I twiddled with the window knobs and pushed the window open. I gave Alice a thumbs-up and she threw me a rope. I looked it warily before looping my hand around it and gripping it tightly.
I guess I was being a little finicky about the whole rope thing. The ground level bathroom wasn't that far off the ground but considering the fact that it would have meant gambling breaking my wrist, it wasn't a gamble I was risking to take. I slid down smoothly and landed with both feet planted to the ground. Alice was peering out of the window and she winked before pulling the rope up.
Now, I had to run around the house and knock on the door. Rosalie was going to be waiting in her car for me, to act as she had just driven me.
I walked to the driveway and saw Rosalie's red Mercedes, which seemed to be missing...Rosalie.
There was a tap on my back.
I screamed.
"Shh, no screaming!" Rosalie whispered hastily to me and she covered my mouth.
"Rosalie, move your hand," I mumbled against her hand which was inconveniently clamped over my mouth. I glared at her when she shook her head. There was only one route left.
"Oh, gross! Bella!" Rosalie hissed, wiping her hand on her sleeve with her face crinkled up. Yes, I did lick her hand. I did warn her. I rolled my eyes at her before storming on ahead towards the mansion to be let in for the second time.
Edward answered with a large smile on his face, which didn't falter when he let Rosalie into the house. When he turned to me, his smile turned upside down and deeper.
"I hoped-thought that you were going to LA," Edward crossed his arms and leaned across the doorframe as if to say he wasn't going to let me in, in a million years. Also, I didn't miss his mistake.
"I didn't want Charlie arresting you because you barged into my house and refused to leave until I was at this party," I snapped, mirroring his crossed arms.
"Well, you can go if you don't want to be here that badly." Subtle, Cullen. Please act as if you want me here, at least a little more than you do now. I beg you.
Note the sarcasm.
"Nice try," I narrowed my eyes at him and climbed over his body. Except, he was freakishly strong and nothing was going to be able to sway him. Not unless, I kicked his shin, lightly, so he wouldn't bruise but hard enough for him to think I was a crazy woman. When he was doubled over and clutching his chin I barged past him, hoping that was enough to let me into the house. Not really. He grabbed me by the waist and we both fell.
Him on the ground. Me on top, almost straddling him.
My heart pounded as if this was a position I wanted to be in more times, a position I wanted to be familiar with. Edward groaned and rolled us over, so I was under him and he was above. My breath caught and I gulped in fear.
This was something that I would do.
Edward stood up and brushed himself down before holding a hand to pull me up to join him on the same ground level.
"Jeez, Swan, can't you control yourself for one second? You're practically salivating over me," Edward said aloud to the crowd of interested onlookers and I turned red. I ground my teeth and stormed past him.
"Hey, where are you off to?"
"To find my best friend," I spat staring him down with the most venomous look I would muster.
"She's in the bathroom," Edward called out, walking a little quicker to me, "I don't think that would be appropriate."
I stopped and laughed sarcastically before poking Edward's chest. Hard.
"I don't know what you're playing at, mister, but let me tell you this," I growled, "I do not salivate over my best friends' boyfriends, normally because they're all assholes, and you're no exception. Also, I've known Peyton all-my-life, and I've seen her birthday suit, and not in the cute five-year-old share-a-bath way."
I waited bated breath to wait for his reaction and he paled before blushing a deep mauve. He covered his mouth with a hand that seemed to grip his face as if hanging on for dear life. I looked down and I think there was a bulge.
Sweet.
I whirled around before storming off to find the stupid bathroom where Alice was just in, probably bored to death now. I knocked on the door and Alice let me in, checking that the coast was clear. She smirked at me as she pressed a button to a tape player. I heard the pre-recorded tape that we had made before to make it seem I was seeing my best friend.
Lucky Jasper was good with all this technical stuff. He had even photoshopped a picture to make it seem as if I was standing and posing with Peyton and he added a little change to our faces so it didn't look as if it was just the same person but one with a wig and so Alice could show it to Edward to try and throw him off his suspicions. It was easier to spot the similarities when it was frozen on a picture. I just hoped he didn't notice the changes.
"I heard what you said, nice one," Alice whispered under the tape where I was just jabbering about some meaningless bull. The chatter died down a little to whispers as Alice pulled clothes off, put stuff on and finished by adding the wig last.
It's Peyton time again. Alice checked that the coast was clear again and opened it to let me out. I tiptoed in my heels, and wandered around the party.
I'm not saying anything about Forks, but there seemed to be a lot of donors in the area. The mansion was huge itself, and even then, it seemed as if I was bumping into several people. I did sign some things for some people and posed in some photographs before someone grabbed me.
"Edward," I sighed happily and let him lower his lips onto mine. He sighed contently.
"I hate things like this."
"Why? Your house is so beautiful," I admired the room we were in.
"Yes, I suppose so." Edward shrugged before leading me away and up some stairs. With my fingers entwined with his I wanted to know what more was there to show guests. He was careful when he led me up the stairs, making sure I didn't trip. The window was open on the second floor.
I shivered. That simple action seemed to catalyse something in Edward as I had his tuxedo jacket over me in seconds. I opposed this but he didn't hear of it, he just forced it on me and wouldn't take it back. I smiled at him and he opened a door.
"Your room?"
"No, just somewhere I board in," he corrected me, tapping me on the nose. I couldn't help the sympathy smile. Did Edward feel like a houseguest in his own house? He disregarded the fancy CD wall that was on the immediate right and walked straight towards his bed. I faltered. He noticed my hesitation, and then turned to smile broadly at me. He bent over to pick up a photo frame on the bedside table before sitting on the bed. He patted a space next to him, to invite me to sit down. As soon as I was next to him, he passed on the photo frame.
"When you saw that I didn't call Esme, 'Mom' you looked a little sad so I'm showing you why."
The woman was pretty, not like Esme, but she was pretty nonetheless. She had emerald-green eyes that were a spitting image of Edward's, as if she had taken out her own eyes and given them to him at birth. Her hair was dyed a flat brown, but I could tell by her roots that her hair was originally copper. She did not have, however, Edward's chiselled Greek God face, her face was rounded and she looked incredibly happy.
"This is your birth mother?"
"Yeah."
"What is her name?"
"It's Elizabeth," he told me, taking the picture back and stroking it lovingly before placing it back onto his shelf. I looked at him, oddly. I noticed the tense he had used.
"If your mother is still alive, then why-?"
Edward pressed his finger against my lips and shook his head.
"Not today," Edward told me.
"But-!"
"I need time."
"I'm your girlfriend." I stared him down, trying to play the girlfriend card.
"I'm your boyfriend and you could be a good girlfriend by respecting what I want."
He didn't mean to offend by that, but he still said it firmly enough for me to close my mouth. I stared sadly at him before smiling.
"Okay, I guess that's reasonable."
He reached out and draped a long arm around my shoulder and he sighed.
"What did I do to get you?" Edward nestled his head against mine and I was about to cuddle him when Alice burst into the room. Edward glared at her, and I found myself narrowing my eyes venomously at her before realising what I was doing. She looked at me.
"Bella's gone home, she went home with her friend Jake," Alice panted, gulping several times.
"Why would she?" I stood up. Alice had discussed this with me before. This was the plan to break Edward's heart, to make him feel shit like he often made people feel.
"Er..." Alice looked accusingly at Edward and Edward stiffened beside me. I felt it, so I acted as if I hadn't noticed Alice and turned to him.
"What's wrong?" I asked innocently.
"Nothing." He had said it too quickly for me to believe.
"Edward spit it out," I said my voice hardened. His arm slumped and he looked at me as if it was painful to do it.
"I may have said something offensive to her," he shot a look at Alice before taking a deep breath, "Or I may have accused her of being attracted to me."
The slap I had been forcing in since he had it, collided with his cheek within seconds. I clenched my fists.
"I thought you said you were going to be nicer to my friend," I snarled lowly, "and to even suggest that she was a boyfriend stealer, that's even worse."
I stood up and threw his jacket onto the ground before saying acidly, "She's my best friend, she wouldn't do something like that, and she's trying really hard to be nice to you, so why can't you do the same?
"As the Spice Girls said, 'if you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends'. It's obvious you can't tolerate Bella, so I'm not going to force you, I'm just going to make a choice between you and her, and I pick her any day, even if she was attracted to you."
I turned around and Alice stepped out of the room to hide herself from Edward who was inevitably fuming at her betrayal, but Alice had said, it was nothing she couldn't deal with as long as she had Emmett.
"Where are you going?" Edward said.
"I'm going to go to my best friend and ask her for her forgiveness back, before going away and never coming back."
With that, I flounced out of the 'room he resided in' and grabbed Alice's hand so she could take me home.
All in all, Edward's heart was successfully broken, hopefully, and I hadn't even revealed who I was. Things were well.
...but, why did I feel so crap about breaking his heart?
Oh...shit no.
Okay, so I didn't update in my 'weekly thing', call me bad, but I have homework overload, revision overload, work overload and this. Since school started again, my fanfiction writing time has been dramatically reduced and I hear the desperateness in your 'update!' reviews, I feel the pain.
Which, by the way, you guys are insane. 22 freaking reviews for the last chapter alone? I think that's the first time I happy-danced in my box room. (and the last, I assure you), so that's why I give you a 9-page epic. Oh yes.
Chapter title comes from Hot Mess by Cobra Starship. Cobra Starship is slowly becoming my new obsession and they have fun lyrics and stuff, so this might not be the first time that you see their songs featured in the chapter title. Plus, the song really captures the story.
Okay, and I know that you all want Edward to find out and stuff, but I want the characters to really develop (which may be a bore) and I already have the most sadistic method already planned out. Really. I even feel sorry for Edward, which in the essence of the story, that's not supposed to happen.
I was asked ages ago (or it seems) what a wanker is. I'm from good ol' Britain, and we use wanker, a lot, which I guess seeped into my writing. A 'wanker' is the British expletive describing a guy who 'satisfies himself in a sexual manner'. (Note, my mother is sitting right next to me, and reading everything I type, so I can't say the real word or else, she demand to read what else I write. Which is not good).
Anyway, I think I exhausted just about everything.
Love, Bexx.
PS: if you see any mistaken 'r's in words or words that are not capitalised when they should be. My laptop is a complete dinosaur and my keyboard broke, so if you see any mistakes just tell me and I'll correct asap.