I Want You To Want Me

by The Perisher

'Mr Popular' Edward Cullen, and 'The Freak' Isabella Swan, just got dumped by their first loves. Now they must work together to make their ex's realize what their missing out on. Pretending to fall in love, will they truly develop feelings for each other?

35. Chapter 34

AN: New, long and huge chap. YAY.

No beta, sorry for spelling mistakes and grammar errors (there are a lot)

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EPOV

It was worth it.

The detention, the cleaning the boys' bathroom, the teasing from Carlisle. It was all worth it.

Just to see the look on Tanya's face.

Two months ago, and I was walking down these same halls. Thinking about how I screwed up with Tanya, only to be confronted by her waiting in the same halls. Waiting for him. Leaping into his arms. Making out with him. Pushing him in the janitor's closet.

Now, two months later, it was my turn. It was me who waited for Bella in the halls, it was me who swiped her off her feet, it was me who made out with Bella in the Janitor's closet. It was Bella and me who were the ones giggling and moaning.

Revenge is a bitch.

Revenge.

There have been so many descriptions on that simple word. Sweet and best served cold. Sweet and cold. It was like my own personal favour of ice-cream.

Revenge

I never really knew what that word ever meant. Until know. It seemed like everything I did was connected to revenge.

Revenge.

Revenge was… awesome.

Even though I have to get up early to clean the bathrooms, it's still awesome.

I walked towards the janitor's closet, getting my supplies to clean the bathroom. And then the memories flooded.

I was waiting for her to come out of her class. The moment I saw I her, I pulled her in. At first she was scared, nervous and freaking out. But when I told her that I just saw Tanya and Black, how were lamely making out by the lockers, she understood. I expected her to just stay quiet and let me do all the work. But no, she fucked moaned. I don't mean the moan girls do when they eat a chocolate cake. I mean the moan that they make when... you know… the Blister in the Sun.

I was surprised that my little Cutie Pie could make such a sexy moan. We continued to mess around and it was fun. Yeah, I expected it to be cool because of the whole revenge thing. But it was actually fun. It was fun to do that with Bella.

And then she started taking her clothes off.

I was banging the wall with my hands, which were getting sore, so I thought to use my back instead. It would be easier and the sound would have been also more accurate. I turned around and used my back. I only slammed it twice when I saw Bella, facing the mirror, taking her shirt off. It was quick, I admit it, but… photographic memory.

Damn it.

It was sometimes a great gift to have a photographic memory and sometimes… it was burden. This seemed like the later.

It was hard to look at her without… mentally undressing her. I had to keep the cool face on 24/7. But on the inside, I knew every inch of her body.

And now she was taking off her shirt and revealing her baby blue bra. For fuck sakes.

It was difficult now. To look Bella in the eye. Every since… I tried to give her towel back.

Fuck.

I shut the closet and went to clean the bathrooms. I tried to avoid what happened a few nights ago. I tried, but the memories came back.

I was sitting in my music room, letting my fingers graze themselves on the keys of the piano. I was playing Nature Boy and then my thoughts drifted to Bella. And because of the… Towel Thing, it led to a naked Bella. I mean, I fully naked and detailed Bella.

Now, because of the Towel Thing, whenever I saw her, I saw… all of her. The cute birth mark on her butt cheek, her innie belly button, the scar up her upper thigh, the tan line left by her underwear and the size of her breast.

I cursed myself for thinking about Bella tits and continued to play the song. But my mind kept on drifting. Thought about Bella.

She was most likely a B-cup.

My fingers hit harder on the keys as I kept playing.

She could probably fit my palm. A good hand full.

I cursed myself again as I slammed my hands on the piano and then let them rest there as I tried to catch my breath. My breathing had become laboured for some strange reason. It wasn't like I was running a marathon.

I knew I had to think about something else, other then Bella naked. So… I thought about Tanya… naked. As I kept thinking about Tanya I became more… excited.

I smiled at myself as I knew what I needed right now.

I quickly ran into my bedroom got my laptop and downloaded from itunes. Finally, after it was downloaded, I played it, as I... you know?

Let me go on like I
Blister in the sun
Let me go on
Big hands, I know you're the one

Thoughts over Tanya naked on my bed ran through my mind.

Body and beats
I stain my sheets
I don't even know why

Her, withering beneath me.

I'm high as a kite
I just might
Stop to check you out

Tanya's naked body. Tanya calling my name. Tanya's tits.

Let me go on like I
Blister in the sun

However, just as I was about to 'Blister in the Sun', I remembered why I picked that song to cover my grunts. Why I was reminded of that song tonight? Why I thought it would be perfect?

"You do know that song was about masturbation."

"It is not!" "Wait, where are you going with this?"

"Where you… you know?".

"Eww! Shut up! That's sick! I can't believe you asked me that!"

"I'm not saying anythings wrong with that."

"Wait, have you?"

That song was still playing in the background.

Let me go on

And the moment I… Blistered in the Sun, because I was thinking about the song and therefore thinking about her, I saw… her… naked… again.

I quickly cleaned myself up, trying not to think about it. I wasn't getting off on Bella. No. Dear God no. Bella's my friend. No. I was getting off on Tanya and when I got off on her… I just saw Bella-. Shit that sounds wrong. No. I mean, my mind just went to Bella. Because of the song. Nothing else.

After a few moments I sighed.

Fuck.

Did I just masturbate to the image of Isabella Swan?

Big hands, I know you're the one… The music was still playing in the background.

You did not masturbate because of Bella!

I screamed inside my head as I started mopping the floor.

Okay, less say you did do it, hypothetically, so what? I mean, you pictured a lot of girls that weren't Tanya and were your friends. Okay, maybe not Alice because she's like a sister to you and that would be totally Flowers in the Attic, but there have been girls, right?

Okay, before Emmett, yes I pictured Rose. Then again that was once and the idea was a turn off. She was a bitch, even in my fantasies. Vicky? Hmm… No, not really.

Fuck? Then why Bella.

No. No. I did not do it. It was for Tanya. Tanya. Tanya. Tanya.

TANYA.

(~*~)

I walked towards soccer practice. It was before my first class. I was so busy thinking about the whole Blister in the Sun that I didn't notice the guys looking at me weirdly in the locker room.

Not at first. But then they started mumbling and gossiping like fucking chicks. It was fucking weird. I asked them what was up, but they just quickly made themselves busy.

That was until I met Emmett.

"Dude? What the fuck?" He asked me.

"What?" I asked.

"Sorry to hear man. I mean, I thought you were… you know… safe and all. But shit man. Sorry," Emmett said with sympathy.

"I know that we're both not good would the little ones. Hell, I can't stand them with the shitting and crying," he continued as he patted my shoulder.

"What the hell are you taking?" I asked as I shook his hand of my shoulder.

Emmett was about to answer when…

"Edward?" I turned around to see Jasper.

Jasper? What was he doing here? He never played sports.

"Jasper? What are you doing here?" I asked as he strode towards me.

"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" he said between his teeth. Umm… practice. I was about to answer him with that, but he spoke sooner.

"Why are you at practice? You should be with her."

"Her?" I asked innocently. Who was he talking about? And why was he so pissed?

"God dammit! Bella," he growled.

Bella? Was Bella in trouble? Was it something to do with James… or her Mum or fucking Black.

"Why? What's wrong? Did something happen to Bella?" I asked, panic rising in my voice.

"Yeah. Something's wrong alright. You ruined her life," he yelled. "You know what she's going through right now? Everyone is talking about her. And you, you hide he like a coward. If you couldn't handle the responsibility Edward then you should have fooled around with her in the closet. Serious. It's like the 19th centaury out there. Everyone is pointing at her and calling her names, and no one says on bad word about you. While she's being called a tramp, you here doing what, playing soccer? You're so selfish, Edward. All you care about is yourself. You never think about other peoples' feelings. You think you can just play the game as you want. But you can't, Edward. You can't plan everything. Sometimes shit happend, like now. And you have to stop being a kid and grow up. Man up, Cullen," Jasper ranted on.

"What fuck is going on? What did I do?" I yelled back, getting tied of the whole beating around the bush. The angry built as Jasper told me someone had been calling Bella a tramp. Who the fuck-

"Jas, I don't think he knows," Emmett said quietly.

"Know what? Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?" I yelled, my fist curled up, not caring how all the male students were looking at me.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned my head around. It was Emmett, looking at me with sympathy. What the hell is going on? Finally, Emmett told me. He sighed as he spoke those word that now teenage guy wants to hear.

"Bella's pregnant, man."

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BPOV

I was at my locker getting out my trig book. However, my mind was somewhere else. As if the whole Rosalie drama wasn't enough to keep me awake, I had the same dream as well. How I couldn't catch Jake. School year was about to finish. If Edward and I don't do anything any time soon, we could lose them. I didn't want to lose Jake. My discontent was ruined by the babble of Mike Newton.

"Well, well… if it isn't the lovely Miss Swan.?" Mike purred at me. I tried to keep this morning's breakfast down as Mike looked up and down at me.

"Congratulations. You've passed your vision test. Please proceed to line B for your written." I rolled my eyes at him as I shut my locker. I didn't get all my books, but I wasn't going to stand anywhere near him.

"And you've passed your test, so I have heard. Cullen's boys sure can swim." I heard Newton's voice as I walked away.

Tonight's Babble Chat was hosted by Mike Newton.

It was a shame that someone so dumb could have the last name of a genius. I smiled as I saw Edward's smile in my mind as he talked about Newton. And once again, my day dream was cut short by another babble chat with Forks High's not so brightest.

"Oh, Bella! Congratulations! And here we were thinking you were all innocent, but you actually sealed the deal with Edward. Well let's hope it is Edward's," Jessica giggled as her and Lauren laced their arms around mine and walked with me down the halls.

"What the heck are you ranting about?" I looked at her quizzically, trying to pry their arms off me. Finally, they let go and smiled at me. It wasn't a smile a friend gave. More of a cat's smile before it catches a mouse.

"Have you thought about names yet, Bella?" Jessica giggled. I was about to ask her what her problem was when Lauren spoke

"I think you should really give up on the innocent act. Especially now," she sniggered and walked off, followed by Jessica.

"That was weird. Even for them," I mumbled to myself as I walked down the hall. I noticed, as I was walking, students were staring at me and whispering. Some were even pointing at me. I started touching my face. Maybe I had something on my face. I tried to get the dirt or whatever off, but my hands came clean, yet they still kept pointing and whispering. As I walked passed their gaze, I saw Leah at her locker. She was talking to this freshman, which was really odd for Leah. However, when the freshman saw me, she gasped and ran off. Weird.

What the hell did I have on my face that it even scared a freshman?

I walked up to Leah and tapped her on the shoulder. As she turned, I started talking.

"Hey. I need to ask you something." Is there something on my face?

However, Leah wouldn't even let me ask the question before she stopped me by holding my hands in hers. Leah rarely showed affection that didn't cause physical pain. She looked awkward and almost… nervous. As if her words could make or break someone. She took a deep breath and looked in to my eyes as she spoke.

"Look, I'm not good with the whole emotional tear jerker speeches, but here goes. I'm going to be here for you. Whatever your decision is, I'm here. I'll hold you hand the whole way, okay. Have you told Edward?" She asked with a concerned gaze.

Mike's babble talk at my lockers.

Jessica and Lauren's giggles.

Forks High's stares and pointed fingers.

I could handle that. Even though they had never seen or talked to me before. Never talked to the unpopular, invisible freak. But I could handle that. I did in when I was younger.

I could handle it.

But not this.

Leah, holding my hand and looking at me as if I was lost puppy trying to find my way home.

I could not handle that.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I shirked as I threw my hands out of hers. What the hell was wrong with everyone today? Had Jessica's hairspray fumes got to everyone's brains?

Leah looked at me quizzically. Trying to find something. I glared at her and looked down at myself. Nope, everything's the same. I looked back up at her, crocking my brow.

What?

"What are you talking about?" she asked in a classically Leah way. Pissed off. All that lovey dovey Leah was gone and my Leah was back. Thank freakin God.

"I was hoping you could tell me. First I ran into Mike, who was talking about some test and swimming boys, and then I ran into Jessica and her friends who were talking about me not being innocent and congratulating me. Both of them kept alluding to I'm almost afraid to guess what. Is something going on?" I asked her, my words going a mile a minute. Leah rolled her eyes and crossed her arms as she leaned next to her open locker.

"Come on, Bella. It had to come out sometime," she shrugged.

"What?" I said, dying to know what was going on. Leah looked at me, as if I was supposed to finish the sentence off. After a couple of second, realising I had no idea what the heck she was talking about, she gasped.

"Oh my god, you really don't know?" she cringed.

"What? Just tell me!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her.

What was it this time? What were they saying about me this time?

That I have lice? No, that one had already come out in 5th grade.

That I had animal parts in me? No that one was years ago.

That I drink blood? No, they had already come up with that one as well.

That I had coodies… wait that was way back.

"Well, there's this rumour going around that you... that you're..." Leah stuttered as she tried to avoid my eyes.

"What?" I cried. What could they have possible said about me that Leah couldn't even look me in the eye.

Leah looked around the halls trying to see if anyone was around us. She finally looked into my eyes and leaned in forward and whispered the one rumour I never expected.

"Pregnant," she whispered.

"Oh, my God," I gasped as let go of Leah's shoulders and stepped back.

Pregnant? How? How could someone make such an out there rumour about me.

"Is it true?" Leah asked. I snapped my head at her and glared.

"Leah!" I growled. She knew me. She knew that I couldn't be. So why was she freaking me out more by asking.

"Okay sorry. I should have known you better. Hey, it's no big deal, right? This isn't the '50s, when women had to worry about their reputations," she said. I sighed as I could feel the tears coming. They weren't of grief, but of frustration. Why me? Why did I have to go through this? I was invisible all through High school. So why now? Why was I once again being pointed out?

"But it's not true! I never slept with Edward and I'm not having his love child. I'm not pregnant." I tried to defend myself, but I knew it was a waste. Denial was like confirming a rumour. The more you said it wasn't true the least likely people believed it. I couldn't take it anymore, as I slammed my head on to Leah's books in her locker. Somehow I felt safe burying my face into a cold, dark locker.

"Maybe if you weren't fooling around with Mr. President then people wouldn't think you were easy," I heard Leah quip behind me.

I missed the one that did have emotions.

"Leah…" I sighed.

"Yeah?"

"Can you closer you're locker for me?" I mumbled into her books. I just wanted to die in here.

"Bella!" I heard someone yell my name. I knew that voice. I popped my head out of Leah's locker to see Rosalie Hale ruining towards me. And then it all clicked for me. It was because of Rosalie that everyone thought I was pregnant. I mean, what are the chances that when I find out that Rosalie's pregnant everyone thinks I am. Oh my God! Was it Rosalie? Did she spread the rumour so no one would believe me if I said it was her? But I wouldn't have told anyone. I wasn't like that. Before my anger could build I took a closer look at Rosalie. She wasn't wearing her cheerleading outfit. She was in a white top and jeans. Her eyes had light purple circles under them. She must have put make up on, but I could tell. And her face… it looked petrified. She didn't spread the rumour. She looked as shock as I had.

If people thought someone at Forks High was pregnant it wouldn't take time to narrow it down to one girl. It was obvious that Rosalie didn't want the baby. I mean, a mother at this age in this town. And I knew she didn't want the word getting out. I mean, she didn't even want Emmett to know. And now… the whole school knows, but they think it's me. The one person who knows the truth. She probably thinks I'm going to spill the bean to save my sorry ass. And I should. What has she ever down for me? Hell, she made half the rumours about me. When she reached me she was breathless, but I knew it wasn't from the ruining. She looked petrified. She was scared that the whole school would find out.

"I just heard. Everyone thinks-"

"She's pregnant. I already got her updated, Hale. But, how did this all start?" Leah cut Rosalie sharply and looked at me.

Rosalie and I gave each other cautious glances. We knew how it all started. By a positive pregnancy test.

The test!

Mrs Stanley. The way she looked at me. It was like she had won the lottery. And now I know why. It was the biggest scandal to hit Forks since… well… Renee.

"Congratulations Isabella!" Someone shouted out as they walked down the hall with their friends giggling.

"GO TO HELL SLUTS!" Rosalie screamed at the passers who gasped in horror and ran off.

She turned to find Leah and I both staring at her with bewilderment. Rosalie Hale just… defended me. I was shocked. It was the kindest thing she had ever done for me. It was something so little, yet coming from her, it meant more. The girl who never stood up for anyone not even for herself when Victoria was yelling out her, just stood up for me.

Why?

Maybe it was because she was scared I was going to yell back at them and tell them she was the one pregnant, not me.

Or maybe, just maybe, she hated that I had to get dragged into this. That she had just handed her nightmare to someone else that was only trying to help.

Maybe, just maybe.

"What?" Rosalie looked between us, as if it was natural for her to stand up for me.

"Nothing." Leah shook her head as if to make herself think straight. The bell rang and I knew I had to get to English.

"I have to get to class," I sighed. English was going to be brutal.

"Just don't listen to them, okay Bells." Leah smiled as she punched my arm. Leah's sign of affection. Nice.

"Yeah Leah. Cya." I smiled back. I turned and walked passed Rosalie, muttering a 'bye'.

"Bella, I-" But I cut Rosalie's timid voice.

"It's okay. I won't tell anyone." I told her and walked away.

I walked towards my class, while students stared and pointed at me.

I could have told them it was Rosalie Hale, but I didn't. It wouldn't have been fair. I could handle this. I had handled this before. And Rosalie Hale, she looked like she was going to fall into pieces just by the word 'baby'.

I had never thought that I, Isabella Swan, would one day protect Rosalie Hale from a rumour. But this wasn't about Isabella Swan or Rosalie Hale.

This was about a woman trying to help another woman.

English class was the same… well… except the staring and the whispering. Some people even asked me I was preggo. I just rolled my eyes and ignored them. I wasn't shocked by their behaviour.

However, I was shocked when I walked out to find Rosalie waiting for me. We looked at each other and silently walked to my locker. There were no need for words. I placed my books in and got the ones I had missed due to Mike's babble.

"I'm sorry." Rosalie whispered.

I turned my head sharply at her. Had Rosalie Hale just said sorry… and to me? She looked shy and weak. I could tell she wanted to say more, but couldn't. It kind of reminded me of Edward. Never knowing what to say or how to say it.

"So have you decided what you want to do?" I asked casually as I busied myself in my locker.

Rosalie shook her head timidly, hugging herself.

"I can keep this a secret for a couple of weeks," I said referring to her pregnancy, "but soon, people will notice. You have to tell Emmett," I whispered.

Once again she shook her head.

"Please tell me I'm taking all this shit for a good cause," I sighed as I closed my locker. Rosalie was about to finally say something when…

"You're not going to keep it, are you?" I heard the voice that made my blood curl. I turned around to see Tanya behind me. She had her arms crossed and was glaring daggers at me.

"What's it to you?" I muttered.

"This isn't just a cute little baby in cute little clothes, you know? This is someone who'll turn around in eighteen years time and blame you for everything you've ever done, if it's still talking to you by than. Come on, Isabella. You're only what, seventeen? You're a child yourself. What you know about raising one?" She said spitefully.

I could feel Rosalie shivering beside me. Though Tanya's words for me, they hit Rosalie the most.

"I think what I do in my life is my business, Tanya," I hissed. I was trying to make Rosalie tell Emmett, but Tanya's words steering Rosalie towards abortion. Tanya huffed.

"Fine. If you won't think about yourself at least think about Edward." Rosalie's lifted her head. Tanya said Edward, but Rosalie heard Emmett. "You're going to ruin his life. He's going to college next year and studying to be a doctor. Do you think he has time to be a father? He's only eighteen. He's not ready. Who could be?" Tanya dared me to answer the question.

I could tell by the way Rosalie looked that she wasn't going to do anything to jeopardise Emmett's dreams. But that wasn't true. What Tanya was saying, wasn't true. I turned towards Tanya and glared at her.

"If Edward truly loves me and cares for me, he'll support my decision. Whatever I choose," I spat at Tanya who only glared and walked off.

Cow.

I had no idea what Edward saw in her. He could do so much better. I mean, sure his IQ was large then his EQ but the Ice Princess had neither.

"Well, Tanya thinks I should have an abortion," Rosalie sighed.

I cursed the Ice Princess again before I turned to Rosalie to consult her.

"She doesn't count. Tanya wants me and Edward to have an abortion. She's bias," I bluntly told Rosalie who nodded in response, but didn't look convince. Rosalie and I were about to leave when we heard another cry.

"Bella, wait!" said a child like voice. I turned around to see the black haired pixie running my way. Before I could say anything she jumped into my arms and gave me a big hug.

"I'm so excited. I can't believe you're going to have a baby," she squealed and jumped up and down.

"What?" Rosalie said. Shocked to finally see some positive responses that weren't drenched in sarcasm.

"I'm so proud of you, Bella. For keeping the baby. And for coming out and saying it. Be proud. I mean, we like totally live in the 21st centaury. People should just get over it. Like, hello, who doesn't have sex?" Alice rolled her eyes.

Me. I silently answered.

"Alice, I'm not-" but she cut me off.

"Don't worry, Bella … we're here, were not going to let you go through this alone." Alice smiled at me and then at Rosalie, "Right Rose?" she asked. Rosalie was too shock to even say a word. I sighed and cut in.

"Alice. I'm not pregnant. It's just a stupid rumour," I said.

"Ohhh." She actually looked like she was disappointed.

Finally Rosalie spoke.

"Do you still mean what you said... about keeping the baby?" she said in a timid voice.

"Of course, Rose. I know we could handle anything, if we stick together." She smiled, but then frowned. "Kind of disappointed. I really wanted to go baby shopping," she huffed.

Maybe you still can, Alice.

(~*~)

Finally lunch. However, I didn't know what was worse, having people whisper and point at you while you were writing or having people whisper and point at you while you eat. Well I guess today I would find out. I was striding along the hallway, trying to get away from all the voices. But I could hear everyone's whispers and could feel their eyes burning into me. I lifted my head to see Edward stalking in my direction. His lip was tight and his jaw was clenched. He looked… pissed.

"Edwar-"

He cut me off as he grabbed my forearm and pulled me into the first room available. The girls' bathroom. The moment we entered, Edward halted. I looked up to see the two people I really didn't want to face.

Jessica and Lauren.

They were touching up their make-up. They saw our reflection through the mirror and both gave lazy smiles. Lauren was the first to turn around and face us.

"Oh hi, Edward. Congratulation," Lauren said sweetly, dragging out 'hi' more then necessary. Jessica sniggered and turned to join Lauren.

"First the Janitor's closet, now the girls' bathroom?" She wiggled her brow.

"They say best birth contraception is pregnancy," Lauren informed Jessica as she nudged her. They both giggled.

"Get out!" Edward growled. I gasped when I heard him. The last time I heard his voice like that was in Seattle. His jaw was tense and his hand on my arm tightened. This was not my Baby.

Both Jessica and Lauren immediately stopped their giggling session with wide eyes as they quickly ran out. If I didn't dislike them so much I would have begged them to take with them.

I had always called Edward a robot, and yes, sometimes he was. But the thing with Edward is, he bottles up his emotions and when they come, they come crashing down on you. Today, I was the target.

Edward quickly turned around and glared at me.

"What the fuck is going on?" he growled. My heart was beating a mile per second as I tried to get my breathing to become steady. It was hard to even swallow naturally. I gulped and then finally got enough courage to speak.

"Well-" However, Edward cut me off with his rant.

"All the guys are laughing behind my back. I find out your pregnant by Jasper, who just spent twenty minutes yelling at me for ruining you life. And then Emmett giving me sympathy because I'm now a teenage father!" he ranted, pulling his hair.

However, I over looked Edward frustration as I was captivated by Edward's last sentence.

"Wait! Emmett thinks this is a bad thing?" I asked. Did Emmett think having kids was a bad thing? Why? Did Rosalie have a hunch about Emmett's reaction? Is that why she doesn't want to tell him? But why did Em say that?

"This!" Edward roared, snapping me out of my thoughts. I didn't like it when he was like this. "What the fuck is this? I mean unless you fucking raped me when I was sleeping then I don't have a fucking part of this!" I cringed every time Edward cursed. I was about to explain to him when he let out a huge roar. He screamed and pulled on his hair and kicked the first thing he saw. The bin, which fell over.

I stood silently watching him have a, well… in robotic terms, a malfunction.

Unlike last time, Seattle, I wasn't going to fuel him. I was going to patiently wait until he had it all out of his system and could function normal. If the situation wasn't so tense I would have smiled at my Edbot. He was becoming a real boy.

Edward panted as he leaned bathroom counter, still pulling his hair. I took a deep breath as I walked towards him. He wouldn't look at me, not avoiding, just too lost in his own thoughts to realise I was right beside him. He continued to pull his hair, which was irritating me. However, I was too short to physical remove his hands from his hair. I looked at the counter and back at his battle against his hair and then back at the counter.

I hopped on the counter and was know eye levelled with Edward, whose back was facing me. I lifted my hands and removed his hands from hair, replacing my own as I massaged his poor scalp which must have gone through hell because of me and my 'pregnancy'. I had to see this through Edward's point of view.

He just found out his fake girlfriend, who is still hung up on her ex-boyfriend and who he has never touched without an audience to make jealous is pregnant. Now he was just a little freaked out.

As my hands smoothed his hair, Edward turned around. I expected creases on his forehead. They always told me how frustrated he was. The more creases, the higher his frustration. However, there were no creases. Which meant my Edbot wasn't frustrated. Then why the hair pulling. Edward only pulled his hair for two reasons. Frustration or… nervousness. But why was he nervous.

"Edward-"

"It isn't mine, is it?" he croaked.

My eyes widen and my hands fell from his hair. He thought… he thought I was pregnant with his child. What the heck? How could he be so… I mean, he's the smartest person I know, how can he be so… brainless.

"Unless kissing and holding hands creates babies, then no, Edward. You can't be a father. Have you not paid attention in Sex Ed?" I mumbled, now sitting on my hands as they tingled for some reason.

"So you fucked with Black behind my back?" My eyes shot up at Edward's question. Now he thought it was Jake's and what does he mean behind his back?

"What?" I asked. Edward blinked rapidly and once again pulled his hair.

"Yeah you didn't cheat or whatever. But I thought you would, I don't know, tell me that you hooked up with him. I mean, with the whole plan-"

"Edward," I sighed. Please… stop.

"I get it. You know, me and Tanya had a lot of make up sex-" I cringed at his words.

"I didn't have make-up sex with Jake!" I yelled. I didn't want to know about his and Tanya's physical relationship and nor did I want to talk about mine and Jake's… or lack there of. I looked to my left, trying to avoid Edward's graze.

"So… someone else?" he trailed on. His words increasing their volume of disgust.

"No! I'm not pregnant!" I finally shout at him, meeting his eyes. His eyes widen.

"You're not," he quirked his brow.

"No. It's just this rumour," I sighed and was about to jump down the counter, away from Edward, when he placed his palm on either side of me. Trapping me on the counter.

"But Jessica's Mum saw you buy a test," he asked, his face only centimetres apart from my own.

"It was for someone else," I whispered as I tried to avoid Edward's eyes by turning my head. However, Edward moved his head whenever I moved mine.

"Who?" He asked when he finally met my eyes.

"I can't say."

And nervous Edward was gone, the creases appeared.

"Look Bella. If you tell everyone who you brought the test for, people will know that we're not pregnant," he tried to control his voice, but it sounded like a growl.

"I'm not breaking someone's trust," I told him.

"Fuck," Edward hissed as slammed his hands on the counter, causing it to shake beneath me. He pulled back and paced in front of me, pulling his hair.

"I'm sorry, Edward. But I'm not ratting someone else out." I wasn't going to betray Rosalie's trust. If anyone was going to find out that she was pregnant it had to be Emmett. Edward stopped his pacing and walked over to me, once again placing his hands on either side of me. He leaned in closer. The creases were gone.

"I thought you trusted me," he whispered sadly. And for some reason, I didn't want him to think I didn't trust him, I didn't want him to feel hurt thinking I didn't trust him. Cause I did.

"I do," I said quickly, "but it's not my decision on who to tell. I can't break someone else's trust."

Edward looked into my eyes as I did in his. Moments passed until he finally spoke.

"So… you're not pregnant?" he asked.

"No." I rolled my eyes at his thickness. Edbot was having a huge malfunction today.

"You sure?" he said nervously.

"Yes. I'm kinda sure," I said sarcastically. Of course I was sure. However, robots and Edbots can't identify sarcasm. They need huge signs with flashing light, which I sadly did not have.

"Like sure, sure-"

"Edward. Unless God put a bun in my oven. I am no way pregnant!" I said, my patience had its limits and Edward was about to cross it. Edward always irritated me with his mood swings. He would be frustrated and yell like a crazy person and then he would act all nervous and tongue tied. Half the time I didn't know who I was talking to. Edbot, Mr. President or Baby.

The way his mind would work was still a mystery to me.

"I get it. You know, you've been in a serious relationship with Black and-"

"I'm a virgin!" I screamed in his face. Edward's brows rose and his mouth gaped.

"Huh?" he said dumbly.

"Virgin! As in untouched, pure. Jake and I did nothing!" Suddenly, out of no where, my emotions poured. "I mean we never even passed first base. I was to freakin frigid. I would freak out when his freaking hand came to close to my freakin breast! I mean he was my boyfriend! It was expected that he wanted to grope! But no, I freaked out!" I yelled into his face. Tears were fighting their release.

Maybe everyone was right. Maybe I was abnormal. A freak.

Jake never made me feel like a freak. When ever I asked him to wait, he never showed any distaste. Was I blind? Did I not see it? Was it even their? Maybe I was too caught up with my own dreams and plans, that I didn't see his.

"I had it planned you know? I, foolishly, wanted it to be freakin special. Is that wrong? So I told to him to wait. I mean, it wasn't like I told him to wait for years or until we got married. No. It was till my eighteen birthday. Was that wrong of me? To feel comfortable? To want it to be special? To be ready and prepared?" I croaked.

I had it all plan out. My eighteenth birthday. I was going to spend the day with family and Jake. Charlie was going to be out for the night and I was going to invite Jake over. I was going to take him upstairs and show him my sanctuary. I was going to light candle and put a mattress up there. It was going to be perfect and I was going to be ready. But no. You can't plan moments and the moment was now gone.

"You know I think about it now. Maybe if I just freakin gave it to him he wouldn't have left me," I sighed, more to myself then to anyone. I felt Edward thumb wipe wetness from my cheek. I hadn't realised I was crying until then. I looked up to see a pale and unreadable Edward. He wasn't nervous or frustrated. He was… Edbot. Showing no human emotions on his face. However, his eyes betrayed him. His eyes were alive. His green orbs bored into mine.

I never told this to anyone. And when I do, it's to my Edbot. But for some reason, I don't regret. It feels good to let it out. And Edbot was good at listening. Edward moved closer and I open my legs without thinking. He stood between my legs and I couldn't handle the weight that I felt in my chest. I sighed as I dropped my head on to his shoulder.

"So no Edward. I'm not pregnant. It's just a rumour," I mumbled in his shoulder. Edward put his palms on my arms and rubbed them up and down. Suddenly, we heard the bathroom door open.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were having a… moment." I didn't want to hear her voice. Not her voice.

I grabbed onto Edward shirt and pulled him closer to me, tightening my eyes shut as I hid my face in his shoulder. Edward obviously understood that, right now, I didn't want to see the girl that my boyfriend left me for because I couldn't give it to him. Edward sighed.

"We were just leaving," he said as he squeezed my upper arms. I lifted my head and saw Tanya Denali standing in front of the girls' bathroom door.

"Congratulation, Edward," she said, her voice filled with venom. I was scared he would tell her it wasn't me, but someone else. I internally groaned as I tried to hide myself behind Edward, hiding my face into his chest. Edward sighed and patted my back. He hands went south and rested on my waist.

"Come on, Cutie Pie," he said and picked my up from the counter. My arms wrapped around his neck automatically. When my feet touched the ground, Edward grabbed my hand and led me outside of the bathroom. I only saw a flash of Tanya glaring face as we left.

Edward held my hand as we walked down the halls, the whispering still following us. I was sure that I was holding Edward's hand tighter then he was mine. I knew if he was by my side in this, it would be easier. I wasn't alone.

However, as I was used to the whispering and the pointing, Edward was not. Well… not this type of attention anyway. I had to use my other hand to grab onto his arm as Eric put his bike helmet under his shirt as I walked by. His buddies all gave him a 'hi five' as they laughed. I heard Edward's chest growl as he was about to go over there and… I don't know what he was planning to do, but I knew it wouldn't have been good. So I held his arm and tried to stop his moments. He looked down at me with furrow brows. I knew what his unspoken words were.

What? How can you have them treat you like that?

I looked back at him.

Let it go. Please.

He huffed and continued walking.

You shouldn't be going through this.

If maybe he had looked down, while he walked, at me he would have seen the unspoken words on my face.

I don't know if I should or should be going through this, Edward. But I'm glad that you're here beside me.

Edward was control freak. He was Edbot. And this… wasn't in his control. But he put up with it. And I was thankful for that.

Walking into the cafeteria my eyes went straight to find Rosalie, who was sitting at the Cold table next to Emmett. She looked tensed and nervous as Victoria, Tanya and Emmett were talking. I knew what they were talking about. It was the same thing everyone was talking about.

My pregnancy.

I hoped that Rosalie would tell Emmett. I hoped that she was having a better time dealing with this than me. Hell, I hoped Emmett would have a better time dealing with this than Edward.

I giggled at that thought.

"How the heck are you giggling right now?" Edward grumbled as we waited in line.

"You thought it was really yours?" I giggled quietly, making sure no one else heard.

"Shut up," Edward chuckled softly.

"You thought I raped you during your sleep?" I giggled.

"Shut up," Edward whined.

"Oh God, I can just see it. Little Edbots. Mama. Dada," I said in a robotic voice. I laughed at my own joke which caused the students in front of me to turn around.

"Shut up," Edward groaned. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and covered my mouth with his hand. I continued giggling behind his hands as he just rolled his eyes… with a crooked grin.

We sat at our table. Edward was glad that the gang new all about this whole thing being a rumour. I don't think he could have handled them making comments about my non-existing fetus, as Rosalie would have put it. Jasper apologised to Edward for what he said earlier, which I didn't understand.

Students walked by and whispered things to one another.

I heard she's pregnant with Cullen's kid.

You sure? I heard it was James's.

Really?

Yeah? She's totally knocked up.

Shame. Such a fine ass gone to waste.

I had to put my hand on Edward's thigh to stop him from leaping up. I squeezed his thigh, reminding him to just take. I have. And for along time. I was only asking for a day. Because I knew, once Edward got up and spoke, he would tell them that I wasn't pregnant and then Jessica would say stuff about her Mum and Edward will tell her it was for someone else and then… soon… Rosalie would be found out. She's couldn't be found out about by the whole school. Not before she tells Emmett.

Mike, Eric and Tyler walk past me and snicker. I rolled my eyes. How immature. What were they going to do next? Cough a comment.

"Slut," Tyler faked cough.

Right on queue. Serious how immature… Oh God!

I was so lost it my own thoughts that I didn't see Edward get up. It happened so fast. One moment he was sitting down, my hand on his thigh, next… he flies off and tackles Tyler to the floor.

"Edward!" I gasped in horror.

Tyler was lying on the floor, Edward straddling him. Edward grabbed Tyler's collar, brought him up and punched him in the face. Still holding on the collar, Edward pulled his fist back and then jammed it against Tyler's lip, then nose, then check and then eye.

The whole cafeteria was huddled around in a circle yelling 'fight, fight, fight!'

Edward continued hitting Tyler. Finally, Jasper stepped in trying to pry them off each other. Tyler punched Edward, which only angered him more as he knocked Tyler over a table. It took both Jasper and Emmett to get a hold of him. Tyler, with a bleeding face, went to get another hit when James pulled out his leg and tripped Tyler. Everyone was too busy paying attention to Edward to notice Tyler's fall or that James actually helped. I was the only one who noticed.

Mr. Banner quickly ran inside the cafeteria, breaking the huddle to get in. He looked at Tyler and then at Edward. Tyler, lying on the floor with a bloody face and Edward, who was still be held my Emmett and Jasper, with bloody fist.

Mr. Banner grabbed both Edward's and Tyler collars as he dragged them both out. Everyone watched them as the left and then turned their heads and stared at me.

Dammit. What happened to my invisibility?

Looks like it wore off.

(~*~)

"And I thought the whole point of being unpopular was that no one knows you exist or talks about you. I missed thous days," I sighed as Leah drove me home.

I hadn't seen Edward since he was dragged away by Mr. Banner. I was informed by Miss Croft that Edward had after school detention. I really wanted to see him. First, to say sorry about the whole rumour, then to say thank you and then… to ask him if he was okay.

"It's been a slow news week. Don't worry, they'll go back to not recognizing you soon enough," Seth chirped in the backseat. It was bad that the whole school thought I was pregnant, but Seth had to hear the rumours too. It felt so weird talking about this to Leah with him in the back seat. All he talked about was how cool Edward looked betting up Tyler. Seth and his bro-mance with my Edbot.

"Easy for you to say. You never had a rumour circulating around school that you're pregnant," I said to him.

"Yeah. That's weird with the whole man having a baby thing. I mean really, men having babies? What's next? Women having jobs?" Seth chuckled in the back seat.

"I'm telling Mum you said that," Leah growled.

"What? It's funny… Paul taught-"

"How many times have I told you to stop hanging out with him?" Leah yelled.

They continued bickering as I leaned my head against the window. Finally they stopped and looked over at me. Seth leaned over the seats to look at me. Leah was the first one to speak.

"Look, why does this bother you so much, anyway? It can't be you're worried Jessica won't respect you," she said.

It was true. I didn't care what they thought of me.

"No... I guess it's the assumption that if you're in a relationship, you're having… you know…" I trailed on, looking at Leah for to understand what I was saying without saying it.

"Sex," chirped Seth.

"Yeah," I sighed, still looking at Leah, who I was actually having the conversation to. "So if you're not having… you know…"

"Sex," Seth said again. I rolled my eyes. Leah stopped the car abruptly. She turned around and looked at Seth.

"Get out. You're walking," she said.

"What? How am I supposed to walk home to La Push?" he cried.

"Just walk to Bella's place and I'll meet you their."

"No," Seth huffed and crossed his arms.

"Fine." Leah shrugged her shoulders and looked at me.

"Got my period yesterday. Never had just a heavy flow come out of vagina. Had to get tampons to put up my vagin-"

"Fine! I'm leaving. Just stop talking about that!" Seth yelled as he flew out the car and slammed the door. Leah got out of park and drove off.

"You were saying," she said. "If you're not having sex in a relationship…"

"Does that make your relationship… meaningless?" I whispered. Leah turned and quirked her brow at me.

"Ohh…" her mouth was shaped in an 'o' as she nodded her head. "So this is about Jake. I told you, you should have jumped Jake when you had the chance instead of waiting for the day," she chuckled. I gave her a cross look.

"Kidding! Sorry," she said offensively. Like it was my fault that I didn't get her humour. She sighed. "At least you had a plan," she whispered.

I looked at Leah with compassion. I didn't know much about Leah's intimacy with Sam, but I knew that something was going on. She never talked about that stuff. We weren't that kind of friends that talked about our periods, boys or… you know… sex. Leah's expression quickly changed into her usually feminist 'I hate the world' face.

"Anyway, being in a relationship can't possibly be held by physical intimacy 'cause that would mean our parents are totally doing it," she stated as a plan fact.

I didn't want to comprehend her words. Because I knew if I did I would get the images in my head, which I didn't want at all!

"Which is absurd," I said in a factual manner.

"No chance," she said, shaking her head.

"I'd join the circus," I said as I felt a shiver in my spin.

"Right behind you," she said. And I knew she meant it. Not only for joining the circus, but in life. She was right behind me.

I was stressing over mine and Jake's relationship. To know that maybe he did leave me because I wasn't ready. Maybe that what a relationship was. Nothing but without sex. Maybe all the shit about having a connection was in reference to intercourse. The connection of genitals.

"Thanks for your insight." I smiled at her.

"What I'm here for," she smirked.

Sure, I didn't change my idea on the basis of Leah's comments, but it did help. I mean, as we grow older, our thirst for sex must decrease and if it decreases, how can you explain loving grandparents that are still together. I know that my grandma still loves my grandpa even years after his death. Surely, there is nothing sexual about that. And Charlie and Sue. I mean, it's not like they spend hours making out on the couch… eww. The way they look at each other. It says so much more then a kiss on the lips.

If having sex with your partner could solve all problems, I'm sure the couples would still be together if they just stayed in bed. But that wasn't it. Leah was right. A relationship can't possibly be held only by physical intimacy.

Then what did that mean for me and Jake? Maybe, there was something else. Something else that caused the break up. But what?

We reached my place, however Seth was still not there. I told Leah to just weight inside for him. We were sitting on the couch watching cartoons when Leah spoke again.

"Sooooo…" Leah trailed, smirking, "You and Ed-" she didn't have to finish the sentence for me to know what she was going to ask.

"NO!" I groaned into my hands. Edward and I weren't intimate… at all.

"So, nothing physical at all? Like with no audience or anything."

Of course not!

That time at the concert, the lockers, Alice's pool party, handing him the towel, the closet. There was always an audience. Someone to make jealous. Suddenly, I froze to remember something that happened between handing him the towel and the closet. The episode.

"What was that? Why are you blushing? Spill!" She said shaking my arm.

"Umm… Edward might have seen me… naked," I muttered.

"What? Naked? Might?" she almost screamed.

Suddenly, Seth ran inside.

"Hey! Thanks for leaving me out to walk here. If it wasn't for Charlie who picked me up I would have still been walking. Let's go home. I'm hungry," he said out of breathe.

"Take another walk. We're going later," Leah hissed at her brother, still looking at me. I was blushing like crazy. Oh God, I wish she would just go home and leave me alone.

"Isabella Marie Swan! You won't believe what Steven Stanley told me!" I heard Charlie yell as he walked into the house.

Oh crap. Steven Stanley, Jessica's Dad. Leah and mine eyes widen. He knew.

"Well, I have to go," Leah quickly got up, I tried to grab her arm but she just flicked it away and ran away with Seth.

Damn, she went home and left me alone.

I could hear Dad in the kitchen. Slamming cupboards and draws. I sighed and got up to see him. He was running around the kitchen, trying to make a sandwich.

"Dad, are you okay. You seem… angry," I stuttered. Dad turned around, his face red and his eyes burning. He slammed his fist on the table, causing his bread to fall off the plate.

"Of course I'm angry!" he yelled, "I was eating my lunch at the diner and there comes Stanley with a smug look on his face."

I closed my eyes. Dammit. He knew. I had to tell explain it to my own father. Would he believe me? Would he think I was just like Renee? I know it would be hard to make him believe me, but I had to.

"Dad?" I said almost in a whisper, but voice getting caught in my throat.

"And they he goes out to say that my daughter is pregnant!" Dad screamed, flaring his hands in the air. I cringed. He did know. And he had to hear it from Mr. Stanley.

"Dad, I can expla-" I begged. He had to let me explain. I wasn't pregnant. I was just protecting someone else. Please. Believe me. I'm your little girl. However, he cut me off before I could say any of that.

"How dare he? How can he go out and spread rumours about my daughter?"

I froze. My explanation speech, all forgotten.

Did he just say… rumours?

"What?" I asked in a quiet voice.

"And what is he doing talking about a teenage girl's pregnancy. Does he have no respect for women? Bloody idiot. He should really think twice before spreading rumours. He has a daughter too and she's no angel herself. Bloody idiot. Judging my daughter. First look at your own backyard!" Dad continued to cruse Mr. Stanley as he tried to make his sandwich.

He... he didn't believe Mr. Stanley. Not even for a moment. I didn't need to explain myself. Charlie didn't even ask once if it was true or if I knew anything about it. When I first heard about the rumour, I knew it would be in no time that the word would be around in Forks. I was scared that Charlie wouldn't trust me. That he would also think what everyone else did. Like mother, like daughter.

But he didn't.

Without asking or questioning, he believed in me. Blind faith.

I couldn't help the tears that came out.

"Daddy," I sniffed out. Dad looked up from his sandwich and his eyes went wide. He dropped everything and ran to me. His red face and burning eyes vanished. He wrapped his arms around me and I buried my face in his chest.

"Bella what's wrong?" he asked softly and I cried. "Did some say something you at school? Damn, has this rumour gone to your school as well? It's a small town and the Stanelys are fast. Are you okay?" he whispered as he patted my back. I grabbed on to his shirt tighter.

"Daddy," I cried. Dad held my shoulder and pulled me back. Wiping my tears with his hands. I felt like a little girl.

"Look, Kiddo. If it's really bad, maybe you can go to La Push for the rest of the year. I know I said one last year won't hurt, but I know how hard it was for you without this rumour," he said quickly.

"No. I don't want to leave," I sniffed, shaking my head.

"Okay, Kiddo. What do you want?" he asked. I looked up into his eyes.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"Thank you? For what, Kiddo?"

"For trusting me. And not asking if the rumour was true. I was scared when it came out that you would find out and get mad at me," I shivered.

"Bella. Of course I knew it was a rumour," he said wiping my tears.

"How?" I asked, "I mean, even Edward thought it was true." Charlie face went pale.

"What? But I thought-" I cut him off.

"He thought it would have been Jake's." I shrugged.

"What an idiot?" Dad grumbled. I shook my head.

"No, Dad. He was really nice," I said. Dad rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, accusing you of cheating. Real nice," he grumbled.

"He knows mine and Jake's relation. He thought if I was happy then…" I tried to defend Edward, even though me being pregnant with Jake's kid wouldn't have hurt Edward at all.

"I still think he's an idiot," Dad mumbled. "How was school?"

How was school? Well, I wasn't invisible. Yet, I had a shield.

"People knew who I was. Edward was beside me telling them to back off. Still think he's an idiot?" I smiled.

"I'm your father, Bella. Of course I do," he chuckled. I sighed.

"How did you know it was a rumour? You didn't even ask me?" I questioned.

"Bella, I know what my own daughter can do and not do. You're like an open book. There would have been no way you could have hidden something like this from me. And from what we last talked about, it was clear that you won't… active in your relationship with Evil Knievel. Unless now…" Dad tried to play it smooth, but it just crashed and burned. I glared at him.

"You ruined the moment," I muttered.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. I thought about his words. Dad trusted me in telling him the truth, yet I was still hiding something from.

"Dad, there's something I need to tell you," I sighed. Charlie's voice went pale.

"Ah oh," he said as he stepped back, looking at me. I looked down at the floor.

"Dad, there's no easy way in saying this… So, here goes… Edward's Dad and Sue know and I told her I would tell you first. Edward and I have detention now after the Janitor found us… After he caught us fooling around in the Janitor's closet," I said at super speed. When I finally looked up, Charlie looked terrified.

"Dad?" I said. Say something.

Ding Dong

"I'll get that," he squeaked and ran of to get the door.

Awkward.

I sighed as I leaned against the table. Well, at least I told him.

"Yes? Are you okay, young lady?" I heard Dad's voice as he opened the door.

"Is Isa- Bella. Is Bella home?"

I knew that voice.

"Rosalie?" I said to myself as I leaned off the table and walked to the door.

As I came around Dad I saw very upset Rosalie. Rosalie's eyes were blood shot red. She had her arms around her waist, hugging herself.

"Rosalie?"

Hearing my voice she looked up and met my eyes. She shook as the tears fell.

"He doesn't want me," she stuttered. Next thing I knew, she was running towards me and wrapped her arms around my neck as she spoke in my ear.

"I told him I was… with child and he said…" She said between sobs.

"First he asked me if it was his. Then he yelled at saying it was my fault and then…" She sobbed on my shoulder. I continued patting her back and smoothing her hair. I couldn't believe it. Emmett yelled at her and blamed her. That wasn't what I thought would happen. I didn't take Emmett for that type of guy.

"He said he couldn't and then left me. He left me," she cried on my shoulder. I looked over her to see my Dad looking at us quizzically. This was not the place to have this conversation.

"Come on Rosalie," I whispered kindly as I lead her upstairs to my room. I sat her on my bed and closed the door. Rosalie was still crying. I grabbed some tissues and handed them to her as I sat next to her on the bed.

"What the fuck am I going to do?" she screeched out. Her mascara was running down. I patted her shoulder.

"You don't have to decide right now. Just let it out," I said. After minutes of sitting in front of me crying she turned around towards me and at that moment she was not Rosalie Hale. I felt like I was looking at someone new. She looked scared, innocent and fragile.

"Emmett doesn't want kids. He told me once how he felt sorry for his older brother who just had a baby girl with his wife. He… doesn't handle kids well. He even once said he wish we just all were born grown up," she said in a whisper. It was like talking to a crying child.

"I'm scared what my parents would do. My Father's going to kill me. And my Mother… she's going to drink herself and start telling me I'm just a dumb slut," she cried into her hands. I rubbed her back. She looked up again.

"And I'm scared that I'm going to become like my mother. I don't want to be like her," she said quietly.

"You don't have to be," I told her. Not knowing what she meant.

"I'm scared, history will repeat itself," she trembled as she said it. History? What history?

"What do you mean?" I asked her. Rosalie shook her head and the sighed.

"My Father hates me. He never used those actually words, but he doesn't have to. Father always wanted a son. When Mother gave birth to me he actually started to curse her and blamed her on cheating. Apparently the Hales never had daughters. They had sons to carry out the business and be their heir. I'm a shame to the Hale family. After my birth, my father kept trying to get mother pregnant, but failed. My mother had three miscarriages and now she is unfertile. Again, father blamed her.

"He cheated on her. Three years ago, we found out the father had an affair with one of his clients for five years. My mother wanted divorce from him. However, father couldn't stand the humiliation that it would cause so he threatened my mother. He threatened her to use all of his resources to destroy her life if she leaves him. Take away her cars, houses under her name, the plastic surgery, the drugs, alcohols and he told her he would cut me out of his fortune. Leaving me no option other than attending community college. Mother could not have that.

"I never really found comfort from my mother. She had always turned to pills and alcohol to distract her from my father's adultery and crudeness. She had never really been a mother to me. She was more like a… manger. Always, trying to make me look prettier, thinner, smarter, popular and always trying to show off my talents. Always pushing me to be what she couldn't. My father wasn't any different. He was always trying to push me to be the son he never had."

As I listened to Rosalie talk about her life at home, I knew what she was going through. Maybe Rosalie and I weren't that different. We both had Mothers that couldn't accept us. Tried to make us someone we weren't.

"I'm scared that it's going to happen again. That Emmett will grow to resent me, that he will… cheat on me, that I will turn into my Mother and resent my… our child." she cried as she spoke the last word. She had finally called it a child and not a fetus.

I took a deep breath as I planned out what I was going to say. What I said could make or break Rosalie. What I gathered from Rosalie's confession was that she had insecurities about her family. She thought that because of what happened to her parents, an unwanted baby, her and Emmett will be the same. That he would hate her and the child. No wonder she didn't want to tell Emmett.

"Emmett's not like that." I tried to make her understand. Yes, I haven't spent so much time with Emmett, but the moments I have, he seems like a really nice guy.

"He left me." Her voice shook.

He left her? She did mention when she entered, but she was crying so much. It was unclear. How could Emmett leave?

"I love him, Bella. He's the only one… he was the only one that made me feel… loved," she sniffed. I took a sigh and tried to be positive.

"He's just freaking out," I said as I grabbed her hands. Rosalie violently shook her head.

"No. He hates me. I ruined his life," she took her hands out of mine and cried into them. She continued crying in big gushes. I had no idea what to do. Until…

Knock knock.

Slowly, my bedroom door opened and Charlie's head popped through.

"I couldn't help but hearing," he said as he walked right into my room. This wasn't a good time for him.

"Dad-" I was cut off.

"Isabella, can I have a few minutes with Rosalie," he said in a serious voice. I knew by the sound of his voice that it wasn't a question. I stood up and patted Rosalie's shoulder as I left my room, closing the door behind. But I couldn't help it. I listened in.

"I know what you must be going through." I heard Dad's voice.

"No offence, Sir, but I doubt it," said Rosalie with an acid tone. I heard my bed spring. He was sitting next to her.

"I found out a month before my high school graduation that my girlfriend was pregnant. Not that different."

There was silence.

"What did you do?" Rosalie finally said.

"I'm not going to lie, Rosalie-" Dad sighed.

"You didn't want anything to do with it, I understand-" Rosalie sounded disappointed.

"No. I was excited."

"Huh?"

"I know, I was weird to want to be a father at the age of seventeen. But I did." I could hear Charlie's smile.

"Emmett doesn't want it." Rosalie said.

"Well I guess not everyone can be like me." Charlie sighed. "I was happy, until I realised I was the father of a daughter."

"You wanted a boy as well." Rosalie must be talking about her Father.

"Kind of. I thought I would be a better father with a boy. I had no idea what to do with a girl."

"What did you do?" Rosalie asked.

"Nothing. Bella's Mum took care of her when I was at work. I thought it was for the best."

I paid closer attention on what they were saying as Charlie was talking about me.

"And…"

"It really kicked in when her mother left. I was suddenly a father and a mother to my toddler daughter. It was late, but that's when I freaked out. I just guess Emmett is just earlier than me," Charlie chuckled nervously.

"I don't know," Rosalie sighed.

"It's just a shock. First you're living for yourself. Your dreams and hopes. Your income to provide for you. And then… there's someone else. You have to be there for them. There's someone else to think about. Someone you're responsible for. It's kind of daunting."

"Don't you think I know that? I'm going through the same thing," Rosalie raised her voice.

"Guys think differently to women. Give him some time. Let him clear his head," Dad said calmly.

There was silence.

"Are you going to keep it?" he asked.

"I don't know. I was going to… get rid of it. I'm too young."

There was silence again.

"What do you think Chief Swan?" Rosalie asked.

"If you're ready and old enough for sex, than why are you too young to have a kid." I heard Rosalie snort at Charlie's comment.

"What I'm trying to say is… You're going to regret it. I mean, yeah you might not be ready, but… it's yours. I mean, you have your parents, friends and families. But your own child, that's something special. Seeing that child, something you created and is yours. It's the most beautiful feeling," Dad said.

"What happens when years later the child hates you? If you couldn't look after them, why did you bring it to the world?"

"Yeah there is a chance, but when everyone else is gone. That child helps you get up every morning and live in this world." I could hear Charlie smiling.

"It's not that easy, Chief Swan," grumbled Rosalie.

"Not easy? I've seen mothers who don't have enough money for important resources buy their child that chocolate bar they ask their mother. There are couples that are poking themselves with needles just to start a family. There are women who kill themselves when the find out they are a barren. There are women who have to feed their ten children in the middle of a war. Don't tell me it's too hard for you. Don't." The once calming voice, now turned serious.

"It's easy for a guy to say that. You don't know what that girl is going to," Rosalie fought back with just as much passion.

"Yeah what do I know about rasing a child all by myself," Dad chuckled humourlessly.

Silence.

"Chief, do you… regret it?"

"Regret what?"

"You know, staying with Bella's Mum and… starting a family. Having Bella."

I listened in carefully. Did he regret having me? Should Renee have just gotten an abortion like Rosalie was planning on?

"I can't live without her. I can't. I need her." His voice sounded in pain and sighed in happiness. He wanted me.

"How long did it take you to snap out of the freak out and become… well be there?" Rosalie asked.

"Hmm… awhile. I messed up a couple of times but then got the hang of it… I hope." They both chuckled nervously. They stayed silent until Dad finally spoke.

"So… Rosalie?"

"Yes Chief?"

"This Edward kid. He's… good, right?" Dad stuttered.

"He makes mistakes. He can be a douche and a jerk," I heard Rosalie grumble.

Silence.

"But… he is… good," Rosalie said.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't want to admit this, believe me. But since him and Bella got together, he's changed. They're good for each other." I heard Rosalie's voice.

"Emmett will come around." I heard Dad stand up and I slowly walked away from the door.

"Thank you, Chief." Was the last thing I heard when the door opened. I was leaning on the wall pretending I didn't hear anything. Dad just smiled as he kissed my forehead and went downstairs. I walked into my bedroom and sat next to Rosalie.

"It's just you and your dad?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah." I shrugged.

"What about your mother?" she asked nervously.

I never really considered her as my mother. But I knew what Rosalie was asking.

"She left. Couldn't handle my social awkwardness. I don't think she was ready to become a mother." I shrugged again. It didn't hurt. It used to, but… I'm used to it. Rosalie was silent.

"Do you… hate her?" she mumbled. I didn't think twice.

"Yes," I said. Rosalie sighed and looked down at her hands. "But not because she gave birth to me when she wasn't ready." I wanted to make it clear to Rosalie.

"Then why?" she asked, looking up from her hands. I didn't blink as I told Rosalie why.

"Because she left. Because she didn't stay for the tough times," I said bluntly. It was true.

"She wasn't ready to… love me." I shrugged again. But this time, it did kind of hurt. I tried to not let it show.

"And how is your… life?" Rosalie asked. I smiled at that thought. Rosalie Hale asking me about the well being of my life.

"Apart from you making it a living hell," I giggled. Rosalie giggled a little but then looked down in shame.

"It has its ups." I smiled.

Rosalie looked up and, seeing my smile, smiled. However, that smile was short lived.

"I don't know what I'm going to do?" she sighed. I placed my hand on her shoulder.

"Emmett will come around," I said comfortingly.

"What if he doesn't?" she panicked. Rosalie rolled her eyes and then laughed humourlessly. "You know why I started dating Emmett?"

I shock my head.

"Because Victoria told me." She smiled, her eyes still shining from the tears.

"What?" I gasped. Rosalie nodded her head and told me her story.

"It was freshman year and I had just joined the squad. Tanya was with Edward and Victoria was with this older guy. They all were in relationships, except me. I really didn't care. I never liked the idea of being dependent on a guy. But Vicky wouldn't have that. She said if I didn't date people would think I was a prude or something. That I would fall from the social status. That was the year Emmett came to Forks. I didn't even pay attention to him at all. He was in some of my classes. We didn't notice him for sometime. That was until he made it to QB for the football team. He started climbing the social ladder and was getting invited to the parties and everything. Edward and Emmett hit it off as well. I was still single and Victoria told me I should date Emmett. I told her no. He wasn't my type."

"You're type?" I asked.

"You know, dumb jock." Rosalie rolled her eyes. But that wasn't true. Emmett was really smart.

"But that's not who Em is," I defended Emmett. Rosalie glared at me. I think she took offence of me stating I knew Emmett better than her.

"You're telling me you never thought of him as a dumb jock? Before you met him?" she asked. I just looked down. It was true. I thought he was a dumb jock.

"I thought so. He was the QB and he acted like an idiot whenever I saw him. Either throwing pencils in the ceiling or seeing how many chicken wings he could stuff in his mouth at once," she giggled. I could tell that now, after being with him, she loved all those qualities about him.

"So after you said no, what happened?" I asked.

"Victoria and Tanya started making comments about me. Sometimes to my face, other times behind my back. Then there was this rumour that I was a lesbian. It just started getting on my nerves. So I decided to… you know fake it," she shrugged.

"Fake it?" I asked.

"Pretend to be a couple in front of everyone." Rosalie sighed as she continued. "I told Vicky, sure. Then she told Tanya who told Edward to tell Em. Next day he asked me out. It was a double date with Victoria and her new guy. Victoria came to see if I would screw it up or something. That guy kept staring at me. Creep," she growled.

"Then?"

"Nothing. We ate and left," she said bluntly.

"What about you and Emmett?" I asked, suddenly being drawn to the story.

"We started dating, you know, we went out together with friends. He brought for me, dropped me and all that."

"But you felt nothing for him?"

"He was a just… an accessory. Made sense, cheerleader and the QB. I was always cold towards him. Very demanding as well. But he just smiled it off. God, he was so annoying. He spilt water on my dress once and I started screaming at him. Everyone around me stopped and stared in silence. Scared. But not my Em. He started laughing. He thought it was the funniest thing, seeing me get mad.

"We dated for a few weeks. But it was all just a big show. I never let him touch me or kiss me. It was all a sham. Just to shut Victoria and Tanya up. And I never once heard him complain or ask why I was being so distance." She smiled.

It was so strange. Rosalie and Emmett were faking at being boyfriend and girlfriend. Just like Edward and I. Then again we were completely different from Rosalie's plan.

"What changed?" Rosalie smiled at my question.

"It was my birthday party and everyone was invited, even my sham of a boyfriend. My Mother got drunk and said some shit to me and my Father was too busy sucking up to Victoria and her Dad to even wish me a Happy Birthday. I left my own party and no one even noticed… Well, except one person. I was there, crying by myself, in my room and I heard a knock. Em came in. I told him to fuck off. He laughed and sat next to me on my bed, placing a slice of low fat tofu cake beside him. And we sat there, not saying on word. It pissed me off. Why was he here? So I told him that he wasn't my boyfriend and that I would dumb him soon. He laughed again. He turned around and faced me. He wiped a tear that was sliding down my face and told me I was too beautiful to cry. I shoved his hands, which were covered in by band-aids, off me and told him to go fuck himself because I wasn't going to. I told him that I already knew I was beautiful. I was a cheerleader. I was an heiress. I was popular. I knew I was beautiful. His words had no effect on me. I had heard them so many times. I had beautiful hair, I had beautiful eyes, I had beautiful skin. I had heard it all. I told him to use his corny lines on some dumb bimbo and leave me alone."

"What did he do?"

"He laughed. He told me that he called me beautiful because of who I was, not because of what he saw. He told me that I was too up myself for thinking I was the fairest of them all. He told me I wasn't perfect. He said that it didn't matter if I wasn't perfect. He said that he didn't want perfect. That he wanted… me. And for the first time in my life, I was speechless. He said the beauty he saw in me couldn't be reflected in any old mirror." She smiled as the tears ran down her face.

"Wow." Was the only thing I could say. I had thought there relationship was just cheerleader plus QB equals relationship. But it wasn't. They actually had moments.

"Yeah. And then just like that, he turned off the seriousness and went back to his goofiness. He gave me a slice of my birthday cake and said happy birthday. I looked down at my head at the tofu cake. I blurted out that I hated tofu. He asked me what I wanted. I couldn't help the smile as I told him how I always wanted a double chocolate strawberry cake for my birthday. He smiled as he grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. He dragged me downstairs, hiding me from my parents and Victoria's view. He got me into his jeep and drove. He took me to Port Angeles to the Cheesecake Shop to get my cake. He even put a candle on top and made me wish. As I was stuffing my face with chocolate he got out a rectangular shaped box with a large red bow and handed it to me. It was my birthday present. I opened it up and it was a bouquet of flowers. Roses. I couldn't help it. I laughed at his corny present. Roses for Rose. He bowed his head down and was embarrass by his choice of gift. It was then I noticed that the steam was smooth. The thorns were caved off. When I asked him, he told me that he carved the thorns off. He didn't want any thorns to prick me," she bit her lip to stop her from crying. I couldn't help my smile as I listen to her love story. I was a sucker for love stories.

"He was still embarrassed that I made fun of his gift. So he quickly got up and started walking back to his jeep. I saw his hands. They were covered in band-aids. I was so… touched. No one had ever done anything for me. And no one had ever harmed themselves to protect me. I got up from my seat and ran up to him. I grabbed his hands, a little too roughly, making him hiss."

"And then you guys kissed." I smiled. Rosalie looked at me like I was an idiot.

"No. I started yelling at him," she said like it was the obvious thing to do.

"What?" She yelled at him. After he injured himself for her, she yelled at him. Maybe I'm a hopeless romantic but I pictured her leaping into his arms and declaring her love for him.

"He was an idiot. What the hell was wrong with him? How could he do something so stupid? His hands were covered in band-aids. It hurt him to even touch anything. How could he be so careless? Even when I was yelling at him, he was smiling at me. Idiot," she grumbled.

And I smiled. Because even through she yelled at him, it was because she cared. She thought he was an idiot for hurting himself for her. She didn't want him to go through pain for her.

"So I took him to the pharmacy and got some medicine on his wounds. When he dropped me home, everyone had gone home and my parents were asleep. None of them realised I was gone. Emmett dropped me on my doorstep and wished me a happy birthday."

They're going to kiss now. They're going to kiss now. They're going to kiss now.

"And he left."

"What?" Jesus, when I they finally going to get together… for real.

"Yeah. He left. And I had never in my whole life wanted anyone to kiss me to much as I did at the moment. After that day we got closer. We weren't a couple yet, even if we were dating. I made him always sit next to me, I forbid him from speaking to Jessica and Lauren, I made him hold my hand when we walked together and after a while I…"

"Yeah?" I was getting excited.

"I demanded him to kiss me," she said with a stern face.

"And?" I smiled as I was bouncing up and down. Rosalie sighed.

"He said no."

"What?" Dammit.

"He said no. He said that if I told him to jump, he always did, but he wasn't some dog. He told me if I wanted a kiss I had to get it myself. I refused. I was doing him a favour. I was letting him kiss me. But he didn't care." She smiled at that thought.

I was taken aback by Rosalie's vanity. She was doing him a favour. But then I thought about her family. Rosalie family never showed affection towards her. She didn't understand that you couldn't order someone to love you. You had to feel it. Rosalie never saw that. She saw her demanding Father by her submissive Mother and thought that was how it worked.

"After a while when we were official named a couple, Victoria told me to dump him." I gasped at what she said. It was sad how into I was getting into this story. But somehow, I felt connected.

"Yeah, she said I was chaining myself down. So I had to dump him." Rosalie shrugged her shoulders.

"What did you do?" I smiled. I bet she told Victoria to go to hell and ran to Emmett to be with him.

Wrong.

"I didn't want to be ridiculed by her again. So I did. And he smiled. He smiled and asked me when I would stop giving and taking orders and do something because I wanted to. He told me he would still be there, waiting for me, when I decided I was tired of being someone else's version of me, and left. Days passed and I felt like shit. It was only after he was gone that I realised how much I needed him. I missed him so much. But I was too stubborn to admit it. Admit that I needed him. So one day I was cheering at the game and I saw fucking Lauren hitting on him. She was all over him. I don't know what happened to me but next minute I was striding towards them. I pushed Lauren to the ground and told her to back off. Oh, and I think I called her a slut. I grabbed Emmett's hand and dragged him under the bleaches. And I blew at him. I started screaming at him for letting her touch him. I screamed to him that he was mine and only I could touch him. He told me he wasn't. That I dumped him. He said he wasn't some dog. That one day I felt like playing with him and then get bored of him the next day. And only when someone else plays with him, that I want to play with him again. He said that he wasn't a dog to take my orders and started walking off. I wasn't having any of that. I missed him. I told him to stop. But he didn't. So I ran up behind him and jumped on his back, telling him to stop. Finally, he put me down. He was about to walk off again when I grabbed his shirt and kissed him."

"Finally!" I shouted. Again, Rosalie looked at me like I was an idiot. Yeah, that wasn't appropriate. "Sorry. What happened then?" I blushed. She smiled at the memory.

"I said to him, 'Mr. Emmett McCarty, you're not a dog. You're my man. And if I tell you to fucking stop, you fucking stop. And if I see you touch any girl except me, your girlfriend, I will fucking castrate you,'" she said word for word and giggling at the end.

"I was about to walk off when he grabbed my arm and slammed me against the bleaches. I still remember his words. 'And you listen to me, Miss Rosalie Hale, you're my woman. And if you ever leave me again, or push me away…' I expected him to say something like he would kill me, but he didn't. He said, 'if you ever leave me again, or push me away… I'll die.'" Her smiled disappeared as her tears came running down.

"But… I didn't push him away, Bella. He left me," she cried. I grabbed her into a hug.

"Its okay, Rose," I said as I patted her back.

"Before I met him, I was someone else. I had built a war around me and no one could hurt me, but it was so thick no one could get to me either. No one saw the real me. I didn't even realise how thick the wall was. How I slowly let myself get lost and be taken over by someone else. It was only him that tore down my walls. Even my friends and family couldn't do it. And I let him. I slowly started to show him apart of me that I never had to anyone before. I told him things I was too scared to think out loud. I let him laugh with me and hold me while I cried. And before I knew it, I was… me. The true me. And this me was in love with him," she cried into my shoulder.

I kept rubbing her back and trying to sooth her, but it didn't work.

"I love him. I love him so much. I can't… I want my Emmy."

That was why it didn't work. She didn't want me to dry her tears. She wanted Emmett. Only Emmett could dry her tears.

When will that idiot snap out of it and stop freaking out.

Finally, after hours of crying, I finally made Rosalie go to sleep. She needed to rest. She had a lot of stress.

The bell rang and Charlie got the door.

This by far has been the craziest day of my life. First I was excused of being pregnant, then I tell Edward- wait, scream at Edward that I'm a virgin, Edward got into a fight because Tyler called me a slut, I had sex talk with Seth, Leah talked about my parents doing it, Charlie found out about the closet and now Rosalie and I are… what? Frenemies?

"Bella!" I heard Dad yell.

"Yeah?" I said as I got up from the couch and headed towards the front door.

"There's someone to see your… friend."

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AN: This is fiction and none of the views represent mine (on abortion or anything other). There you go. The whole Charlie and Bella thing really happened with me and my mum. Lets just say, me getting air sick, the guy telling me i couldn't go on the flight (because it was a long flight and i was vomiting) and the asking me, a fifthteen year old, if i was pregnant. Me, being me, laughed in his face and said no, still laughing. My, mum was right next to me, i was like crap... this is going to be awkward. But after he left she told me he was a jerk for even asking that. She didn't even ask if it was true, which it wasn't. However, the moment was spoiled when she said maybe if i lost my fat gut then people wouldn't think i was preggo. Nice :) Love my family.

Anyway, this was suposed to be on chap but it got long and made it into two. Did you like Edward blistering in the sun. Let's make it clear, he was getting off on Tanya and then He suddenly saw Bella. That was his subconscious telling him, he doesn't like her in that why (that's what he thinks). I get reviews of people asking questions and wanting a response, but either they don't give me an email address (remember (dot) when writing email addy) or don't sign in. I do want to answer you back, but i don't have a way to contact you. Please don't think im being rude. Thanx :)

I'm too tried to write anymore AN so goodnight (here in Oz).

This chapter was rush and i tried my best. Please review.