A/N Sorry for the wait everyone! I've been on vacation in Florida the past week and a half! Had lots and lots of fun but am now suffering from the worst sun burn I've ever had! Thanks to everyone who reviewed and added the story to their favorites! Hope you all like this chapter! I'll try to make it as long as I can! Review Pleeeease? :)

P.s. I don't own anything except the plot line! All of these lovely characters belong to Stephanie Meyer!

We all stood there dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say. Alice, the great best friend that she is, said a quick snarky remark and bounced her way out of the room saying she'd call me later to make sure I was still alive. Yeah I loved her for a reason, she always let me do all the talking, but she was always the one who wanted to go and talk to people! Evil girl.

"Well are you just going to stand in the doorway or are you actually going to come in," Edward asked me with an annoyed tone to his voice.

"Sorry if I wasn't sure how to react to this situation. I thought we talked about the girl thing?"

"Yeah you weren't in here so I had a girl. Big deal," he was just trying to get me to blow it off but that really wasn't going to happen.

"Do you really expect people to have respect for you when you treat women the way you do?"

"Look, I never used to be like this, and I have my reasons for doing what I do. I'm sorry if you don't my lifestyle of choice but it's just something you're going to have to get used to."

Boys are so stupid! Did he really honestly think I'd be ok with all of this? Especially when I knew of the better side of him. The one who didn't like to make girls uncomfortable, the one who treated them as if they were his whole world? Well I guess back then I was his whole world. But still that doesn't mean he needs to treat girls the way he does. I'm going to figure him out no matter what it takes. I have to understand why he did all of this. I just really hope it wouldn't ruin me again. I did not want to go back to how I was. It took me two years to even fully know what to do with myself again.

"Besides, I doubt you even care what I do with myself. It's not like we're friends so why do you even care?"

"I…I mean, well I guess," I really did not know how to answer this! Why was he asking this? "I just really don't like that men can treat women like that and get away with it. It's not right."

"I know," he said hanging his head. Okay now I was shocked at this behavior, but pleased with it. I went to sit on my bed but thought better of it, instead placing myself next to him on his.

"Hey," I said placing my hand on his knee, "Look is okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. You're right, we aren't friends and I shouldn't care what you do. Just forget I said anything okay?"

"That's the thing. I can't. I've been waiting for this day when I'd finally just get kicked in the gut with guilt. But I never realized it would come this soon. If anything I should be thanking you. I just didn't have any other way to cope with things. But now I know it's going to get hard to deal with things. Just know that now I'll be like a bitch PMSing. And that is all on you."

Well great. He was normally bitchy anyway. Now it's just going to be worse. Wait. Why did he need to cope with anything anyway? I mean what could've happened with him to make him need to cope with-

"Before you go all crazy trying to figure me out it's just not something I want to share right now. And I really don't think I'm going to share it til I know more about you."

Damn. He was still good at reading me. Even if he didn't know it was me. Well what better way to start over than to figure out lies to tell him about my life. I did not want him to know anything about me but I guess I'm going to have to come up with something fast.

I moved back over to my bed, wanting to get comfortable before he started talking. I was going to be really relaxed if I wanted to come up with good lies. Ugh.

"So that girl that was with you, that was Alice Cullen wasn't it?"

Oh. Fuck. "Uh, yeah it was. Why? How do you know her?"

"I went to high school with her. Her best friend and I were…pretty close," he added begrudgingly.

"Oh? Who, I might know her."

"Uh, know one. Nevermind, forget I said that." Damn this was going to be hard to get him to talk about. All these years of trying to figure him out and know what he was thinking was the only thing I wanted to know.

"Okay, well where did you go to school," I asked trying to play it off that I was really interested in the subject of, well me.

"You probably haven't heard of it. Just this crappy old Catholic school in Chandler," he said nonchalantly.

And he thought I was annoying. This guy wants to get to know me when he won't even let me know him! This was going to be a long night.

"Ok then, what are you planning on majoring in?"

"Restaurant business."

"Well, do you have any family up here?" I was really starting to get pissed off with him, I knew how much of an ass he could be but honestly, how much of a dick can one guy be! He was always so nice to anyone new he met back when we were in high school, and that was less than a year ago! Could a person really change this much in that little time?

"No."

"Okay, I'm going to go to sleep then. Talk to me when you actually care."

"That's it?"

"What's it! What more could you possibly want me to do! I've been trying to talk to you, trying to get to know you but you obviously don't want to let me in right now. I'm not going to waste my time trying to get to someone who clearly doesn't want anyone in right now."

"Oh, I guess I just, I'm used to people pushing me is all. I'm sorry," did he really have to use the puppy dog eyes? The ones he knew, well I guess he really didn't, made me give anything to him? I couldn't stay mad at him that was apparent enough. It took me less than a month to stop being mad at him when he completely cut me out of his life, I guess I still am that same girl I was back then.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for pushing. But, I will still go to sleep. I have an early start tomorrow."

"What class are you taking?" Oh, so now he wanted to talk.

"It's a class for my bachelors in interior design. Starts at six and it is now, almost eleven so if you don't mind.." I really don't want to talk to him anymore. I just want to curl up into a ball and cry myself to sleep like I do every time I think of him. Of course now it will be hard to try to cry with him in the same room.

"Oh, that's interesting. How long have you wanted to be in design?

And on and on the questions went. He asked me questions about my family, about my friends. He wanted to know my favorite colors and my favorite foods. He wanted to know my favorite places to go shopping and what I liked to do for fun. He wanted to know so much about me that I was shocked.

Finally, around 12:30, the questions stopped. I knew he was still awake, but I didn't get why he stopped his furious questioning. I heard him give a big sigh and get up. I couldn't see him very well but from what it looked like he was changing into his pajamas. I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to. I will admit I loved his chest, and abs, but what I loved the most was those biceps. And they did not disappoint. I think I might have gasped a little because he whipped his head toward me as he pulled on his flannel pajama pants. My heart started to flutter a little as he slowly walked over to me and leaned down so that his nose was almost pressed to mine.

"See something you like?" He whispered so lowly I could barely hear him as those warm brown eyes of his gazed deeply into mine. How I wanted so badly to lean up and press my lips to his. Wanting to taste them, and see if that spark I had every time my lips were pressed to his was still there. But all too soon he pulled away chuckling, "Good night, Izzy," He whispered as he got into his bed.

(Now I was debating ending it here but I decided since I made you wait so long I'll add more :) )

I waited a few minutes 'til his breathing began to even out before getting up. I knew I had to be super quiet so I wouldn't wake him up but I couldn't leave my contacts that hid my green eyes in overnight. I just hoped I'd be up before him to put them back in. I knew he would realize as soon as he saw them who I was. And I did not want that.

"What are you doing?" I heard him mumble, his voice thick was sleep.

"Just taking out my contacts it's nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Okay, goodnight Bella."

I froze. Did he really just say that? Did he really just call me that? I didn't know what to do. There was no way he knew who I was. I was so careful not to say anything about me, there was no way he could know who I truly was.

"Wh-what did you just say," I stuttered out, panic clear in my voice.

"Goodnight Izzy," he stated matter-of-factly.

"No, you called me Bella."

"I did? I-I'm so sorry. Forget I said that. I'm just tired, half asleep, yeah that's it. I'm just sleepy," okay, now he is the one to be weird.

"Okay, night Edward," I was now very thoroughly confused.

I got no response except another sigh. He turned over in bed so his back was facing me. The closer I looked the more I could see how shaky his breaths were. I wondered why he would have a hard time breathing after one comment. Can you imagine what he'll be like when he finds out it really is me? If he finds out is it is me?

Looking at the clock I figured one o'clock was late enough to be up wondering about all this and turned over, leaving Edward to his labored breathing, and went to sleep. Hoping tomorrow would be okay without any incidents or slip ups.

A/N Well there you go! I'll try to get chapter four up as soon as I can! It should probably be up by Wednesday, I hope! Cross your fingers! I hoped you liked it! Oh, by the way, a little review would probably make me write faster, just saying! :)