I stormed into my house, slamming the door behind me. Not bothering to stop, raging like a storm through the front room, and ignoring the gathering of people in there. Just willing to get away from what had just happened in the cinema. I ran through the garden, and scaled the tree that had my pre teen tree house. I climbed up it and hung my legs off of the high platform and wrapped one of my arms around the supports of the barrier. I faced away from the house, so that they could not see what I was about to do. Getting a lighter and a packet of cigarettes from my inside pocket. I put one in my mouth and lit up with my free hand.

Taking a deep puff, I smiled as the stress went away. I could not believe what just happened. I leant my head against the support. It had been a nice night out, how badly it had turned around. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. My brothers had been there, my boyfriend had been there. It was just rude and badly approached. I could see nothing but the trees around me, my orchard like surroundings made me feel oddly at peace and I willed it to carry it out its chosen serenity.

I couldn't help but think of all the things that had happened to me in this tree house. I had had my first kiss (With James); I had played with Jasper and Emmett by being chased around the big tree trunk. All those memories had been spoiled because of him. I didn't notice the tears that began to fall, or the person who decided to join me.

"Bella? Are you ok?" He asked, I froze, of all the people to come after me, I did not expect him to come up here.

"What are you doing up here," I asked, not turning around.

"I saw how upset you were; I thought you could use a friend." He replied, and came and sat next to me. His legs hanging off of the edge and his arms looped around the supports too.

"Thanks, you didn't have to you know," I looked into his emerald eyes for the first time in a long time. He looked back into my own. A grim smile appearing on his face.

"I know. I didn't realise you smoked Bella,"

"Only when I am stressed about something." I put out the cigarette on the wood, and tossed the butt into by bag. I looked at him solemnly.

"What happened to you Bella?" He stroked a tear away from my face and I sighed, remembering how familiar this felt. I reached into my bag and pulled out some minty chewing gum. To hide the smoky smell.

"I don't want to talk about it," I sighed. Turning to look at the trees again.

"This is a nice place you got here," he said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Well, it's always been here. Since I was a kid," I looked around the wooden safe haven. "I have a lot of good memories here,"

"I'm sure you have. Listen you are free next weekend right?" I frowned.

"Why?"

"Hasn't Alice told you? It's my birthday; I put your name on the guest list. I thought you would have gotten an invite by now," He ruffled his hair.

"But Alice told me that I wasn't invited, that you didn't put my name on the guest list. You didn't want me there?"

"What? Alice must be mistaken."

"Who did you give the list too?"

"Tanya...Oh. I get it. Never mind. But can you come over. I really want you to be there." He pleaded.

"Sure," I hesitantly replied, "What time?"

"7. I am really glad that you are coming." Edward smiled.

"And miss the big 1-7, you must be kidding me," I laughed. He elbowed me in the ribs.

And that is how the night began; we talked for hours and hours. About nothing much really. How Edward missed his Mum and Dad, and how they wouldn't be back in time for his birthday. How even though he loved playing baseball, he despised being the centre of attention when the time came for a game. How he worried about Emmett and Rosalie, if they were going too fast for each other.

We didn't really talk about me. For which I was glad.

But we both eventually fell asleep. I was woken up by the sounds of birdsong. But I realised how we has fallen asleep. I was wearing Edward's jacket and I had my arms around his waist, and his arms were around my neck. I had never seen him asleep before, in all the times he had stayed over. His eyes were fluttering open. And widened when he saw me.

"Oh." I whispered.

"Oh," he repeated.

"We should probably get up now,"

"We should." There was a silence, neither of us made any sign of movement. I yawned.

"This was nice,"

"Hmm" I sighed.

Then slowly, even though we knew it was wrong, even though we knew that no good can come of it. We slowly leaned in, and tentatively our lips met. I felt Edward's grip tighten around my neck as we got closer towards each other. Until our bodies were pressed up against each other, and I could feel him all around me. His hands were entangled in my hair, and I moved my hands around the back of Edward. It could have been hours until we stopped, and finally broke away. We were both panting. I was the first to speak.

"Wow..." Edward sighed.

"Wow..."I whispered. We both laughed.

"That was familiar." I nodded. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you,"

"No, it's fine. We were both feeling down, don't worry. We should both go," I smiled.

"Yeah." We both stood up warily. And descended down onto the Garden floor. I carried my shoes and we walked across the garden, his arm around my shoulders. We seemed to have come to an agreement between us. I put my arm around his waist. We didn't talk, just walked. Just friends being there for one another. It must have been about 10am, because I could hear voices coming from the kitchen inside. My mum by the sounds of it, talking with my brother. I took a deep breath and entered.

"Bella, I thought you would be cold out there. Are you two alright?" Mum asked. Emmett remained silent.

"Yeah, we are both fine. A bit sore from the wood on the floor, but fine," I yawned. "I'm just going to see Edward out."

"Okay sweetheart." She pats my cheek. We were nearly out of the room when I heard Emmett cough:

"Slut," I closed my eyes, trying to ignore him. I felt Edward tense up, but I pulled him out of the room. With my arm. We reached the door.

"What the hell was that about?" He grumbled not appreciating the fact that I didn't want to talk about it. I sighed.

"It's not important." I tried to push him towards the door.

"Bella, Emmett; your brother who dotes on you, just called you a slut. Don't tell me that don't bother you at all?" I glared at him, and opened the front door. We stepped out onto the patio.

"Of course it does. But I just have to ignore him," I mumbled. Edward took my hand in his own.

"Bella, you know if you ever need to talk, then I am only down the street. You understand sweetheart?" he said. I nodded.

"You are a good friend to me Edward. Thanks." He smiled and I yawned.

"Anytime," he whispered. Pulling me into his arms. I wrapped my arm around his waist and his around my shoulders. I felt strange, like we were slipping back into hold habits. But it was odd that it felt so nice the feel of his arms around me. The scent of his aftershave as his neck crossed my nose.

"Bella?"

Crap, the voice behind me was one that I did not want to hear right now. Now that I was in the arms of another man. I turned around slowly. He looked angry and also looked liked he had not slept.

"James. What are you doing here?" I sighed, pushing Edward's arms gently away, and walking tentatively towards him.

"I came to speak to my girlfriend. Or do you object?" James growled.

"No. That's fine, I was just talking to Edward," I smiled at Edward warily, who was looking at James' position.

"Now I think that you should leave. So I can talk to my woman," James grabbed my arms and I stumbled into his arms.

"Sure. I'll see you later Bella," Edward looked suspicious as he passed us; I smiled awkwardly and turned to face James. He didn't say anything at first. He just stood there, eyes glassy, but fiery. He waited a while then spoke up.

"Come on. We need to talk," he growled, dragging my arm away from my house and towards his own.

"Ouch, James you're hurting me," I whimpered. He said nothing but continued to pull me up the street. My feet hurt from where they touched the bare pavement, and I tried not to think of the blistering heat above me. He hauled me up the patio and into his cooler house, so that we were alone.

Releasing me, he flung me into the white leather sofa. I was scared of James, for the very first time. He was pacing, and flexing his arms, and massaging his shoulder blades. I sighed hesitantly, looking and James' muscles and his eyes that refused to meet my own. The silence was killing me.

"I am humiliated, because of you," he finally growled.

"Pardon?" I asked, genuinely confused. He stared at me.

"What you did with Caius Volturi, in that Limo, was stupid. Did you not think that I would not find out?" he continued.

"What happened with Caius was nothing. It was just a blow job. It's not as if I had sex with him," I pleaded.

"You may as well have. Did you not want to tell me?"

"It was not important. So I gave him a blow job, what of it?" I snarled.

"Bella, you barely know the guy. And you have sex with him in the back of his Limo."

"I didn't have sex with him! Why don't you understand?" I begged.

"Bella, I want to ask you something." He paused, looking at me, "Why did you lose it to Caius Volturi? When you could have lost it to ME?"

"Is that what this is all about? My Virginity? JAMES, I AM STILL A VIRGIN!" I screamed.

"Then promise me something. I want to take it,"

"I do not understand," I scrambled my brain for information.

"I want to be the one who takes your virginity; I want to be your first time. And I want you to love it," he sounded mad.

"James...I don't think I am ready to commit myself to something like that," I whispered.

"I'm not saying 'Let's do it now' by the end of the School year. I want to have taken you," He whispered.

"James, is this all because I gave Caius a blow job?" I was trying to divert his attention.

"Bella, please. I. Want. You." He murmured.

"Fine," I whispered. Knowing that this wasn't right. He smiled. And went to kiss me. I moved back, away from him.

"What's wrong babe?" he stroked my cheek.

"Nothing, I just need to have a shower. I have to go home." I smiled.

"Okay, will see you later." I wriggled free from the house and breathed a sigh of relief as I entered the humid weather. I barely registered the looks I got from people. I kept my head down and sighed, as I entered my home. Running up the grand staircase I headed towards my room. Stripping as I made my way towards my room. And turning on the shower as I set foot in the cubicle.

I could not believe at what had just come to pass. I had just promised James, that he was the first man I was going to sleep with. And I had given him a time frame in which to complete the dirty deed. I could not understand what had possessed me to do so. I was proud of myself and I was not willing to give myself to anybody should I not wish to. But what if he forced me too? Would I be able to ward off his advances? I slumped down onto the floor of the shower, and burst into tears. Banging my head against the wall. I could not believe what I had just done. I wasn't ready, but I didn't have a choice...