A/N: Ok, so chapter three! I'm so happy. Thank you everyone who has added me to their story alert, and who commented. It means a TON to me. Once again, I beg you to please comment! Tell me if you like it, tell me what you like about it, tell me what you hate about it, or what I need to fix ! I'm assuming you guys like, but who knows? Also I was thinking about how everyone would all like know each other and this what I was thinking: Rosalie, Alice, and Emmett are Bella's roommates. Rosalie and Emmett are together (of course), Alice and Jasper are together, Jasper is Edward's brother, Emmett is Bella's best friend, etc. Tell me what you think about that! (: Thanks

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Chapter 3: That's Not My Name

Bella POV

The bass was loud. Loud and obnoxious, just like my annoying roommates. How could they do this to me? They knew I hated parties. They knew that I despised them. Usually they had the parties else where, and that was totally and completely fine with me. It still didn't change the fact that there were about fifty people downstairs with music that seemed to get louder and louder. To top it all off, all through the night random, drunk people kept coming into my room. It was only to be expected, seeing as I didn't have a lock on my door.

Right when I thought this I heard laughter. One was a high pitched squeal, and the other was a low grumble. Great, I thought. They opened the door, and as I was getting ready to shoo them out, I saw those piercing green eyes. Damn...

"Bella?" I hear him say.

"No shit, Sherlock." Please, please, please, don't start a conversation.

"What are you doing here?" He slurred.

"I like to randomly go into people's house and use their laptops, and lay down on their bed."

"Ohhhhh, that's cool I guess. I don't really do that, you know? Because isn't that like illegal? But whatever, it's cool." He was passed drunk, if there was such a thing. Edward could barely stand up in my door way. "Oh man, I don't feel good. You think I could sit down for a little while?" He came into my room, and sat on my bed without waiting for an answer.

"Well, this is boring. Eddie! Let's go do something!" The annoying blond whined.

"Nawh, I don't think I want to. I'm gonna stay here with Isaaaaaaabellaaaaaaaa." He felt the need to draw the 'a' out in my name.

"You know what? Whatever. I'm gonna go do something else that's fun," and thankfully she left.

"Edward, you should leave too," I told him.

He huffed, "Didn't you here what I told that Cindi chick? I'm gonna stay with Isaaaaaaabellaaaaaaa."

"I told you to call me Bella not Isabella."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I kinda like Isabella better. It's got that whole exotic-sexy type thing to it."

"What?" I laughed. Yeah, because my name was totally exotic.

"It's kinda like you too."

"How is what like me?"

"Your name, duh!" He was making no sense.

"Edward, you're drunk, and you have no clue what you're saying. I think you should go downstairs, find a cab, go home, and sleep. Then you should-"

"Noooooo! I'm fine! As I was saying, you name is just like you. You're gorgeous, and beautiful, and totally sexy. And well I guess you're not really exotic. Well kinda, but you're still sexy as hell." His green eyes gotten darker.

"You have no clue what you're talking about-"

"Yes, I do!" He had gone from funny and playful to serious in a matter of seconds. "You don't see yourself as you should, Isabella. Oh, God. I'm gonna totally regret this tomorrow, I can feel it." I laughed at this part. "You've been on my mind all day. You're everywhere. I barely know you, but you've invaded my mind."

I was speechless. I couldn't say anything, and I just stared at him. His eyes were slowly shutting more and more, and his body was almost taking over my whole bed. Then, small snores started coming out of Edward. I couldn't help but laugh.

That's when I noticed the music downstairs had gotten lower, almost to the point where you couldn't hear it at all. I looked over to my clock. It was 5:24 in the morning. Lovely. I stood up and I put my laptop away. I took Edward's shoes off. After putting a blanket on him, I grabbed another blanket, and layed down on my lovesac. As I listened the the music downstairs, and Edward's snoring, I fell asleep.

I woke up to a low groan coming from the other side of my room. "Jesus fucking Christ, Edward. What the hell did you do last night?" I watched as he had a conversation with himself. "Oh my God. What did you say to Isabella? You told her that she was always on her mind. How stupid could you be? Now she probably thinks you're insane. Whoa! Where am I?" Edward stood up frantically and started looking around. He then spotted me, and looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Hey, Sleepyhead." I laughed.

"I think I might puke," he said.

"Well, if you do, please make sure it's not on my bed." He looked confused.

"How did I get here?"

"You seemed to remember last night." I said, recalling his conversation with himself moments ago.

He thought about it for a little bit. "Hey... I'm sorry if I offended you at all last night. I was pretty drunk, and I had no clue what I was saying." I tried to ignore the hurt that I felt when he said this. When Edward had told me that I was all he kept thinking about, I had felt better, since he was all that I kept thinking about too. I tried not to show it on my face, though.

"Yeah, it's whatever. I didn't believe any of it anyways." And truly I didn't.

"I can't believe I even said all that stuff last night." He laughed, so I decided to laugh too. In reality, though, I could feel tears in my eyes. Of course he wouldn't think I was beautiful, sexy, or kind of exotic. I was Bella. The short and much-to-skinny girl, with boring brown air, and ugly brown eyes.

"I think you should go now." I told him before he could see the tears in my eyes.

"Oh, shit. I didn't mean it like that. Well, I did, but not like that. Shit! What I meant was I can't believe I actually verbalized all that." I laughed.

"Sure you did. Like I said, it's whatever. You should really go, though. I mean you're probably busy, and I'll-"

"Isabella-"

"probably have to-"

"Isabella-"

"do something, so-"

"Isabella!" He yelled.

"What? And haven't I told you not to call me Isabella. My name is Bella. B-E-L-L-A! When are you going to learn that?" This man was bringing out so many emotions in me that I didn't know what to feel. Numb, Bella, you need to be and feel numb. You let yourself hope that he thought you were beautiful, and look where it got you...

"Isabella," I didn't care anymore. If he wanted to use my full name, then so be it. "you are beautiful. You're sexy. You're gorgeous, probably the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen, and you really have been in my head since I saw you. Like I said, you invaded my mind-" Our conversation was interrupted by a short pixie.

"Hey, who are you talking to in here?" Alice came barging in. "Oh! Hey Edward, I didn't know you were still here." She looked over to me and wiggled her eye brows. "So Jasper told me that you're like the quarterback the Patriots, or something like that?" Edward chuckled.

"Yeah, Alice. Something like that."

"Well, did you know that Bella is in love with the Patriots. Like when I say love, I mean obsessed. And oh my gosh! She loves you the most. She knows basically everything about you." Then she left. Alice felt the need to tell Edward that I was totally and completely obsessed with him, and then leave. What the hell?

"So you read it out of a magazine?" He said, stating out first conversation.

"I really, really think you should leave now." I was completely embarrassed.

"You know, it's cool, right?"

"Look, I was trying to be nice, but quite frankly I want you to leave. I don't want you here. So what if I'm kind of really obsessed with you? You need to go back to your rich and fabulous life, while I stay...here." To be honest, I didn't want him to leave. I wanted him to stay right there, and we didn't even have to talk. I just wanted him to be here.

"I'm sorry." He got up, grabbed his shoes, and left.

My mind kept telling me, I told you so. My heart, though, was telling me to chase after him...

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xoxo,

LL.