A/N: A common question I've been receiving is whether or not Edward & Bella had sex the night before he left for college (ch. 15-16). The answer is no. They just had a real intense make out session, lol. He gave her her first kiss that night. Bella wasn't at the age of consent (he was 18, she just turned 13), so it would have been illegal. I guess his letter was too vague, and he was just being a huge sap, yes? Remember, they both were real emotional that night. My apologies. :o(

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I'm drunk as hell.

Beer…jello shots. More beer. Even some shots of vodka. It's the largest amount of alcohol I've ever consumed in one night.

I had fun, more than I expected.

Ha, take that, Edward.

It's three am and my ring tone goes off. "Smells Like Teen Spirit," by Nirvana rages through my ears, and for the first time ever, I'm irritated by the song. It makes my head ache.

"How may I be of service to you, Mr. Cullen?" I slur.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

"Of course I'm okay. Just royally fucked."

"I can tell," he grumbles.

"Oh c'mon, it was all in good fun."

There's a moment of silence. I wonder if he hung up on me.

"Where are you now?"

Oh good, he didn't.

"Ummm…I have no idea. Greek row?" Did I leave the house the party was at? I honestly don't remember. All I know is that I'm sitting on a large, dead grassed lawn with a huge, brick house behind me. Whether it's a fraternity, sorority, or just some random house…I have no clue.

"Are you with Alice?"

I turn my head from side to side, looking for her. I could have sworn she was beside me. Guess not. "Ummm…sure."

"What do you mean, sure?"

"I mean that I thought she was with me. But I don't see her right now."

Edward sighs loudly on to the phone. "Just fucking great. Can you give me the house number to the place you're at? Or a cross street?"

"Sure, dad."

Luckily, the house is on the corner of the block, so I give him both. In less than ten minutes, he's stepping out of his car, walking towards me. I'm lying down on the grass, completely relaxed.

"Let's look for Alice."

Just as I'm sitting up, I see another guy that looks about Edward's age step out from the passenger side of his car. I've never seen him before.

"Who's that?"

"Emmett McCarty."