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A scene that some of you may have been waiting for?

College: Senior Year

It's the weekend after Spring Break, so every house, apartment, and dorm room is filled with people and alcohol and weed. Mike's is no different, though the party here is solely on the first floor. I think it makes everyone living here feel better about leaving items in their rooms. It does for me, at least.

I've only seen a few people here that I know and want to talk to before I spot Rose, pushing her way through the crowd. Normally I'd smile, but her eyes are focused on me and it makes me think something bad is about to come out of her mouth.

"Isabella." She's nearly out of breath when she catches up to me. "Isabella, I think—I think he's here."

"What?" I glance around quickly, like I'd be able to tell who she's talking about in the sea of faces. "Who?"

She looks behind her and, when she spots Mike with some of his hockey friends, grabs my arm and pulls me from the middle of the party.

"Him, Isabella," she whisper-yells. "You know who I'm talking about."

I shake my head, even more confused. The only person she could be referring to is Mike, and we both know where he is. "What—I don't—"

"Edward, Isabella." My heart feels like it skips a few beats. "Edward's here."

My eyes widen and I look around quickly, expecting to see him right there. But how could he be here? And how could she know he's here? And why is he here? The last question has me paling because, if he actually is here, then I know why he's here. He showed up a few times, days after I had broken up with him.

Now, I've finally moved on. And, of course, he's back.

"I recognized him from the pictures you showed me before. And Isabella," she grabs my arm to keep me from running off like I'm about to do, "I think he's drunk."

Suddenly there's movement and sound out front when there hadn't been before and I can already feel my palms sweating, my stomach moving to my throat. I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"Please," I say to Rose as she makes to follow me, "keep Mike in here."

She looks like she's going to ignore my request before she sighs, her eyes softening. "Are you gonna be okay?"

I chew my lip. "Yes. I'll be right back, okay?" Because the one thing I know how to do is to deal with Edward when no one else can.

Out front there are two guys talking to Edward. Arguing, is more like it.

I see him, and I haven't seen him in a few months and it feels like my world shifts on its axis. I ignore everything in me screaming for me to run to him; and screaming, even louder, for me to run away from him, from this entire situation.

But I'm the cause of this problem, and I'm probably the only one who can alleviate it.

"Edward." My voice rings through the dark and he looks up quickly. His expression softens, then hardens and I can see he is drunk with the way he moves towards me. I cross my arms against the cold and look anywhere but at him.

"So, it's true?" His words are slurred.

My arms tighten as I look back at him. "What?"

"You and," he motions towards the party, towards the swarm of people starting to huddle around the door, "some guy in there? You move in with him?" His voice is filled with contempt and I don't know if I should roll my eyes, or cry.

"You're drunk, Edward," I say. "How did you get here?" And, more importantly, how did he know?

He kicks at the ground, moving turf. "Doesn't matter," he mumbles but I can see behind him that beat up old Cadillac I've ridden in so many times throughout high school. Jake is standing next to it. He presses his lips together and holds up two fingers as a wave. He looks apologetic almost, like he was forced to be here.

"Go home, Edward," I sigh. "Go back with Jake." I turn around to leave, to hide the tears that have started to burn in my eyes but Edward reaches out to grab my arm. He's not rough with me by any means, but he holds on harder than he ever has before.

"Hey!" There's a new, angrier voice and Mike rushes to where we are, his expression confused, but undoubtedly protective.

Edward lets go and sneers. "This him? This the guy you've been fucking?"

I know he's only acting like this because he's drunk and hurt and sad but it doesn't hurt me any less as I turn away from him, wanting to go back to the apartment. I don't want any part of this, especially if he's drunk.

"Isabella, who the fuck is this?" Mike's annoyed, his eyes looking over Edward as though sizing him up.

"I—Mike, just…" I reach out to pull him away, to make him leave with me, but he pulls me behind him quickly.

"Who the fuck are you?" he demands, staring at Edward.

"Who the fuck are you?" Edward retorts and I peer around the two of them, hoping to catch another glimpse of Jake. I need him to get Edward away, but he's not by his car any longer.

"Her boyfriend, jerkoff," Mike's saying. "Get the fuck out of here." He looks back at me. "Is this an ex?"

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Jacob moves from the side, coming up to stand with Edward.

"Who the fuck is this?" Mike demands, and I can already hear some of his friends making their way over, too. I don't want this to happen. I don't want any of this to happen, but why can't I do something to stop it? Why can't I do anything other than hide behind Mike?

"Hey, man, relax." Jake reaches out for Edward. "We're going. Edward, come on."

"Get the fuck off me," Edward snaps and pulls his arm back from Jake. He looks at me. Really looks at me and for a moment I question whether he's even intoxicated. His eyes, his expression, are clear and filled with distress. "This what you want?" he asks. "This the kind of guy you want?"

I'm crying. I can't help it, and I hate that I don't have an immediate reason for why the tears are falling. Where was Rosalie? Why didn't she keep Mike inside? "Edward, please," I whisper. "Just go."

"Dude, go. She chose me, okay? She chose up. She doesn't want some drunk asshole—" Edward's eyes snap from me to Mike and within an instant, his fist is flying. I scream when I hear his fist connect to Mike's face and I move to step in the middle, to stop them from fighting, but someone is pulling me back.

"You'll get hurt." Rose's voice sounds so far off and she's saying something about how she lost track of Mike, but all I can pay attention to is the way blood is dripping down Mike's cheek. Edward must have split the skin at his cheekbone. It runs down his shirt.

Mike's holding his own and though I know I should be concerned for him since Edward's a fighter, he knows how to hit and avoid, I can't keep my eyes from Edward, knowing that Mike's had years of hockey to hone his own skills.

I can't even tell what's happening after a while: who's hitting who, who has the upper-hand, where the blood's coming from. It's a blur of chaos as Mike's friends step in, some to help, some to quell the fight. Jake manages to pull Edward back and his face, like Mike's, is bloody, his hair a mess.

I'm grateful Rosalie is with me because I don't know what I'd do right now if she wasn't holding my hand so tightly.

But Edward's staring at me as is Mike, so when the police sirens start close by, it's only my reaction either of them see.

"Good," Mike says with a smile that turns to a grimace as he cradles his hand and wrist. I watch him so I won't look at Edward, because I know I'll do a mental count of every part of his body as I used to do in high school and I know it'll prove to him exactly what he came here to find out.

As the sirens get closer, I see Jake trying to get Edward back to the car but they're too late. He knows they'll be tailed down if they leave now, in clear view of the police and it'll be even worse for both of them if they do.

I can still feel Edward's eyes at the same time as I feel Mike's hand reach out for mine. With a quick glance, I take it, knowing I have to choose a side.

And knowing which side I'll choose.