Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns everything Twilight. No copyright infringement is intended.

A/N: Thanks to Jax713 for pre-reading and to mcc101180 for beta-ing.

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You know those days when nothing works? When, if you would have stayed home, you'd be one step forward? Yeah, I'm having one of those days— a very shitty day indeed.

At least it's Friday.

I have somehow managed to screw every single thing I tried to do this morning. I was, again, unable to get any sleep last night due to Bella assaulting my every thought. The fact that it is Friday and I don't get to see Bella today is both a relief and a curse. My lack of control around her is becoming a problem, but not being able to know if she's out with James today or not is going to torture me more. So I'm in a mood— a bitterer-than-usual mood.

When I get to the lunch room, Emmett is not there yet, and even the microwave is being a bitch. I'm angrily pressing its buttons, but the stupid thing won't start. I open and slam the door closed, and it's still not working. It's beeping in response, but nothing else is going on. I growl at it and bang my hand on its side.

"What did the microwave do to you?" a gruff voice asks from behind me. Based on the laughing manner in which the question is posed, I know it's Emmett, but I'm in no mood for jokes.

"Piece of shit is broken." I keep pressing the buttons without turning to face him.

Beep, beep, beep.

"Step away from the microwave," Emmett says loudly. With the touch of two buttons, he's warming up my food. "What's up your ass?"

"Nothing." I flop on the chair with a groan. "I'm just having a shitty day."

"Why?"

"It's just one of those days..."

"You don't wanna wake up? 'Everything's fucked and everybody sucks'?" With two fingers, he turns his baseball cap backwards and starts rapping and bobbing his head to the song.

"Yeah, Emmett. Quote Limp Bizkit. Like that's going to help." I stop him before he continues singing, or worse, dancing.

"Dude, you are in a mood. What happened?" Emmett looks at me in concern while he gets his food from the fridge.

"Nothing." I get up from the chair to take my Tupperware out of the microwave. "My PCR didn't work," I give him, and he laughs at me.

"Bullshit, dude. I've known you for four years. You're not in that mood due to a failed PCR. What gives?" Once he has his food heating up, he turns to face me and crosses his arms over his chest.

I don't know why am I even considering telling him the truth. I guess part of me really wants to get it off my chest.

"If I tell you, can you at least try to be a grown-up about it?"

"Mature is my middle name." His usually infectious grin is only making me frown.

I know I'm going to regret this, but the words come out anyway. "It's Bella."

"I knew it! I fucking knew it!"

I cover my face with my hands as he moves to the chair next to me. "What happened?" he whispers.

"She's... I'm... shit."

What can I say, really?

"I was right," Emmett probes.

"Yes."

"You're Jonesing."

I wouldn't put it that way but… "Yes."

"Bro, that's good. She's hot."

I side-eye him, my hand still holding my forehead. "She's beautiful. She's also going out with James."

"JAMES?" Emmett can't help himself, and his voice resounds in the little room. I bet people could hear him from the hallway.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Emmett!" I hiss. "Can you please keep your voice down?"

"Sorry," he whispers. "James fucking Douchewand?"

"Yes..." I take a deep breath and sink lower into the chair. "And, above all, she's my fucking undergrad."

"Puh-lease, who cares?"

"I'm at least five years older than her."

"The younger the better." Emmett waggles his eyebrows.

"You're disgusting."

"Stop your brooding, dude. Douchewand's got nothing on you. Go get your girl. She's a fine piece of ass, in my opinion. And, she was always checking you out at the gym like I told you a thousand times."

Bella checking me out? Yeah right… I should have known Emmett was going to say something like that. Sometimes he's worse than Alice. I decide I don't care what Emmett thinks or what delusional theories he has.

This has got to stop.

Bella is my undergrad. That's all she is. That's all she'll ever be. At least that's what I have to keep telling myself.

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A/N: Oh, he's Jonesing, all right.

If you love Emmett like I do, show your love to my Jaxy-Love (Jax713)... she owns him!

Also, you guys already know that Mel (mcc101180) is my rockstar beta and she has made this incredibly prettier and easier to read for you. However, I do have a tendency of adding stuff right before I post... so any remaining mistakes are completely my own!