AN: I fixed a few mistakes for that were pointed out so if you've already read it you don't have to again

BPOV

Today was the worst day in my high school career.

Every where I turned there were whisper, snickers, and just down right rude comments and gestures like boys pulling their eyes up in a slant when I walk by and singing the Mr. Roboto song which I'm not even sure is Asian.

At lunch in the line Lauren strolled up to me, looked me up and down like she was

a) Sizing me up for a fight…or

b) Checking me out.

"So Bella I herd about Edward and his… well you know fetish, and I just thought I'd let you know I am really sorry." She said not sounding sorry at all.

"Gee thanks," I said wanting to end this conversation fast, but does she stop there? No she keeps going like the freaking energizer bunny.

"No really, I mean it must feel horrible to know your boyfriend feels compelled to carry that stuff around, even to school." She shot me a very snide grin, grabbed an apple and left.

Normally I wouldn't take anything Lauren says seriously but she hit a new sore spot. Part of me said are you crazy Edward loves you he would never do anything like that, but another part of me said see I told you so he doesn't want you, he'll never want you. You're just a plain, silly, naïve teenager.

Of course I know that the second part of me was illogical, I mean look at all the things Edward does just to be with me. He could have any girl he wanted and he picked me. He doesn't need to use those kinds of magazines when he can just have the girls in them for real. Still a part of me said I wasn't good enough for him.

Maybe he does love you he just has his own needs and you just can't fulfill them, oh look a third part.

Yay me.

Well I guess we'll find out who's right after school.

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When I got home he was already there waiting in my bedroom on my bed.

He sat there stoic as ever with a look of rage on his face that made it look like he was trying to bore holes in my floor with his mind. For a second I was sure that he could.

He then slowly looked up at me, narrowed his eyes and said one word filled with pure venom, "Newton."

Then it all came together in my head. Edward didn't really use Asian porn Mike planted it to humiliate him! But why? I mean I know Mike had a crush on me but I thought he was over it. And even if he did why would he go after Edward?

"Because he is jealous that I have you and he doesn't." He must have seen my confused look. "So he set this up in the hope that you would dump me once you found out. Plus I end up humiliated. That vile, rotten, son of a-"

"Bitch!" I finished for him. I was now so pissed that I balled up my fist and clenched my teeth together so hard I feared they might break.

Edward first looked surprised at my anger but then a very evil grin spread across his face. I soon followed suit. I rubbed my hands together like an evil villain in a cartoon and sat next to Edward on my bed.

"Pay back time," I said.

"Exactly. But first we have to figure out how to pay him back." I thought for a second but I really couldn't think of anything good enough to do.

"And just how are we going to do that?" I asked.

He frowned, "I don't really know, I was hoping that you'd have some ideas."

"Welllllll… there is one but your not going to like it."

"What Bella, please tell me." I looked at him directly in the eyes.

"Emmett."

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"What can I do for you," said Emmet with a very weird Brooklyn accent. He was sitting at Carlisle's desk in his office, with his back to us in Carlisle's fancy swivel chair.

After a while of arguing Edward finally agreed to come with me and ask Emmet for help. He was very reluctant about asking Emmett for anything after this incident with hot sauce, but Emmett was the master of pranks and no one can deny that.

Emmett slowly turned to face us. I almost burst out laughing at his appearance. He was wearing a very nice suit and his hair was oily and slicked back. The real kicker though was the unlit cigar in his mouth.

"No," Edward growled in response to Emmett's thoughts. But before he could get the whole word out Emmett raised his hand to stop him. Then he held it out towards Edward.

Ohhhh. I get it now Emmett was the Godfather.

"Edward, just do it," I told him.

Grumbling under his breathe the whole way, Edward stomped over to Emmett took his hand and kneeled and kissed it. Then Edward began to speak but Emmett once again stopped him.

"Kiss Mr. Snucomes," Emmett ordered in his accent holding something out that I hadn't noticed was in his lap a second a go.

It was a cat.

A big, fluffy, white, stuffed cat.

"No way!" Edward practically yelled.

"Now, now don't get your shorts in a bunch. It's just one kiss, and…" Emmett grinned evilly, "an offer that you can't refuse."

Edward glared daggers at him.

"If you don't I won't be inclined to help you out of your current… predicament."

After a long pause Edward signed in defeat. He reluctantly leaned down and kissed the stuffed cat on the head.

Emmett smiled and said "Okay, now let's get down to business."

But before we could start an ear piercing shriek rang out through the house.

"EMMET! WHERE IS MY HAIR GEL!?" screamed Rosalie.

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