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Chapter 7

"Why does he seem so different?" I groaned throwing myself down onto Alice's bed.

She looked over from her computer. "What?"

"He's just not how I thought he'd be," my voice was muffled into the pillow over my face.

"Yeah, sweetie, I'm going to need a little bit more to go off of."

"Edward. He's not what I was expecting," I knocked the pillow off my face and looked at her.

"And what exactly were you expecting?" Alice swiveled her desk chair around to face me and folded her hands in her lap. Welcome Dr. Mary Alice Brandon.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "A man-whore who's addicted to drugs, but apparently the drugs part isn't real, that is if he was telling me the truth about that. According the pictures on that social website you love so much, he's still most definitely a man whore. I mean how many different pictures does he have with woman up there?"

"I'm not sure, but there's a lot. More than ten less than twenty, I'd say," she said. "Let me look it up really fast."

She spun back around and did her thing on her computer. Alice could work on computers faster than anyone else I know. She says she's a part time hacker. I just know to call her when my ancient computer starts acting up.

"Seventeen," Alice looked back at me. "There are seventeen photos of him with different girls. It looks like these pictures started when he was fifteen years old and go up until he came here."

"Seventeen," I was flabbergasted.

She motioned me to her computer.

Sure enough, there they were. Seventeen different girls. All gorgeous model worthy girls smiling like the arm candy they were.

"They're all at social functions or benefits," I noticed.

"It says when you click on the photo that they're his dates. Never says anything about a relationship with them though," Alice explained.

"That's what I don't get," I explained. "If he's this giant playboy, then why is he so socially awkward and quiet around the girls here?"

"I don't know. Maybe, it's not all what it seems. Look at the photos, all they show is him dancing with them, leading them around with his arm barely touching their backs, and a very few of them show him giving the girl a kiss on the cheek."

"Something just doesn't add up."

It really didn't.

The Edward Masen that they show on the internet and in some Seattle only magazines is not the same Edward Masen that's in Forks.

Now which is the real Edward Masen?

"I guess it's up to you to decide who the real Edward Masen is and who is the fake version," Alice said. She either read my mind or I spoke out loud without realizing it.


"Hi, Bells," Charlie greeted me from the kitchen as I walked through the front door. "How was Alice's?"

"It was fun. We just hung out and messed around on her computer," I told him.

"Her computer, eh?" Charlie questioned. "She's not still doing that hacking stuff is she?"

"No, Dad."

"Yeah right. You were always a bad liar, Bells," he gruffed. "Just make sure she doesn't do something stupid. And keep her out of the station's mainframe will you?"

"I promise, Dad. She really does feel bad about that still."

A year ago Alice was goofing around and wanted to see if she could get into the Fork's police station's computer system.

She did it.

What she didn't mean to do was change the language from English to Turkish.

It took three days for Alice to get it back to English and a couple weeks of Charlie having to do paper report duty. Nobody at the station knew it was Alice besides Charlie. She couldn't lie to him and ran to him crying telling him the entire story. He kept her secret as long as she promised not to do it again.

She never did.

Well, she didn't hack into the station anymore. Now it was just entertainment news sites. Alice never could stop from wondering what was going on in the Hollywood world.

"I'm going to order a pizza for dinner, Bells. You don't need to cook tonight, you do too much," Charlie ruffled my hair. He was never big on showing affection, but that was enough for me.

"Sounds good, Dad. I'm going to go work on some homework." I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom.


Edward's sweatshirt was staring at me. I swear it was. I think it even whispered.

I pushed my schoolbooks into my book bag and glared at the hoodie that draped across the rocking chair set in the corner of my bedroom.

He hadn't asked for it back yet and I haven't returned it.

"What?" I growled at it.

Jesus Christ, I'm going insane.

I haven't worn the hoodie since the game, but I wanted too. I had a weakness for hooded sweatshirts and this one was the worst. It was like forbidden fruit since it didn't actually belong to me.

Just wear it.

Stop thinking too much about it acting like a fucking girl and wear the damn thing.

I've worn Emmett's sweatshirts to school before and couldn't have cared less.

Why am I making a deal out of this?

You know what, "Fuck it," I said aloud to my empty room.

I threw the hooded sweatshirt on, took my bag and left.


"Is that…" Alice popped by locker.

"Yep," I responded already knowing what she's going to ask. The sweatshirt I was wearing. "Let's go to class," I shrugged off any further questioning.

"Guess whose parents are going out of town this weekend?" Alice sang.

"Hmm…I have no idea," I replied sarcastically.

"Mine," she bounced up and down with excitement. "I'm going to throw a party."

As If I couldn't figure that out.

Nobody could throw a party like Alice could.

"I'm thinking the party can be Friday night since there's no game and then we can just do a movie night and slumber party Saturday night."

"Sounds good to me. I'll just have to ask Charlie if I can stay all weekend," I said.

"Great," she squealed.


The chair seated next to me scraped across the linoleum floor in my biology class.

"Hi," I greeted Edward.

This was the first time I saw him today, he wasn't at lunch.

"Hello," he greeted me in return.

His eyes flickered to the hooded sweatshirt I had on.

"Is that mine?" he asked slowly.

"Yes, yes it is." I looked right at him. "Is that alright?"

"Yeah. It's just fine." The corners of his mouth turned up.

"Did Alice tell you about her party?" I questioned him.

"Jasper told me," Edward responded.

"Do you think you're going to go?" I asked.

He nodded.

I faced the front of the classroom since he was no longer talking.

"Are you going?" So he is speaking still.

"I'm planning on it, yes."

"I'll see you there then," it almost sounded like he was asking a question rather than a statement.

I nodded and started working on the biology handouts Mr. Banner passed around.

This will be the first party Edward's been to here.

I wonder how it will go.


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