A/N: Here's chapter 3. I have lots of reasons for this being super late, but won't bore you. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: Still own absolutely nada.

Saturday nights had been our 'thing' for as long as I can remember. Every Saturday without fail Alice, Rosalie and I would gather together and do our thing. There was but one exception to the rule. And that exception was 'the third date'. If any of us happened to have a date that fell on the Saturday night, if it was date number three then said girl was allowed to bail on our tradition; for obvious reasons. I'm sure you understand.

So anyway, Alice and Rosalie ended up staying at mine Friday night due to a wine induced coma and a melt-down of epic proportions from Alice. She was also still on probation with her cell phone until she could be trusted once more. Saturday was mostly spent mooching around, flicking through magazines and moaning about how much work we had to do, even though we knew we'd leave it until the night before the deadline was due. What can I say? Organisation – not my thing. In fact I did have a deadline due on Monday for my lit theory class but it wasn't particularly difficult and I knew I could get it done during the day on Sunday.

When it got to about four o'clock Rosalie decided it was time to bail on us.

"Right then bitches. I've got the magic date tonight with Royce, so I'd better get moving. He's picking me up at 7," she gushed.

"Errrrgh," Alice groaned, looking up from her copy of vogue. "What the hell do you see in that guy? He is such a douche!"

"Amen on that one," I agreed. "Babe, he might be rich but in this case that is not a good thing."

"He is not a snob! He just has standards okay?"

"Whatever you say, Rose. He's a snob. You know it, Bella knows it and I know it."

"Considering your last boyfriend is almost certainly a homosexual you really cannot talk, Brandon. And this one," she said, pointing at me, "hasn't gotten laid in living memory. So please excuse me if I take your opinions with less than a pinch of salt."

"Rose, seriously, be careful with him. You might not mind that he's more than a little arrogant but I honestly don't trust him. He doesn't seem like the type of guy that's used to hearing no," I said. Honestly I was a little concerned. Royce was the type of guy that wore white jeans, boat shoes and got manicures but having met him, albeit briefly, I knew that guy had a nasty streak in him.

"Guys, relax. It's going to be fine. Besides I think he's trying to prove he's a normal guy because he said that tonight he's taking me to something a 'little bit different' so it should be fun!"

"What?" Asked Alice, with exaggerated shock. "You mean you aren't going to a restaurant where each entree is at least $100?"

"Har har. Just because Riley thought burger king was a 'restaurant'. Honestly, I thought gay guys were supposed to have better taste?"

"Just get out whore. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Alice shouted as Rose made her way to my front door.

"Well, there's pretty much nothing off the menu then, is there? Adios bitches." And she was gone.

"I know we take the piss out of her for Royce being a dick, but honestly B, I really really don't like him."

"Mmm, I know, me neither. Did Jessica tell you what he said to her when we bumped into them at the bar?"

"No...?"

"Well, you know how Jess has put on a few pounds, but she isn't big she's just a little larger? Well when he bought us all a drink, he whispered in her ear, 'I got you a double vodka, cause you're bigger than the others.' Can you believe that?"

"Fuck off! He did not! Have you told Rose?"

"Jess made me promise not to. She was so upset though, that's why we disappeared into the toilets for all that time."

"Ah that makes sense. I wondered where you'd got to. Anyway, where do you think the jerk is taking her tonight then? If it's 'something different'?"

"Fuck knows. I don't know why he's bothering to be honest. We all know what he's like. Besides, Rose likes being wined and dined. If he takes her to some dive bar then there is no way that girl is putting out for him tonight. I mean she isn't you!"

"Bitch!" Alice laughed, throwing a cushion at me. "You have a point though. Ten bucks says she's back here by 12."

"Make it 11," I said, shaking Alice's hand.

We didn't have to wait long. At 10 o'clock mine and Alice's phones chimed indicating we both had a text.

He took me to a house party. They have a keg. FML. R xo

"Oh my God. He doesn't know her at all!" I laughed

"What? What did her text say? Tell me, tell me, tell me! I hate not having my phone!" Alice chanted as she painted her toe nails.

"They're at an effing house party! Rosalie Hale is at a house party! Surrounded by beer!"

"Oh lord. He really doesn't know her. I bet she's super dressed up, covered in diamonds and with massive hair."

"Of course. It's date number three! Why isn't he charming her into bed?" I asked, as my phone chimed again.

Hello? What is taking so long? Why haven't you rung me with an emergency yet? R

"She wants you to ring her?"

"Standard. Okay, here goes," I said, pressing call on her number. She answered on the second ring.

"Bella? Is everything okay? Why are you calling?"

"You're at a keg party! Ha! This is the best thing I've ever heard. Has anyone vommed on your laboutins yet?"

"Oh my god! That's awful? Is she okay?"

"Or maybe someone has thrown Doritos in your hair? I'm sure they have Doritos there right? Also how many girls are half naked and gyrating on equally gross guys?"

"I'll come right home! Royce won't mind if it's an emergency. I'll get a cab and be back in ten minutes! Tell Alice I'll be right with her." And with that she hung up.

"Hahaha, that was brilliant! What did she pretend had happened?"

"I think she was pretending you were dying or something. She said to tell you she'll be right with you!"

"What? Why does it have to be me?"

"Well she couldn't very well be like 'oh hey Bella! You're what? Oh my God you've been run over! I'll be right there!' could she?"

"Hmph. I guess not. But next time I'm going to think up something great for my get-out. Something including Rose. And an unplanned pregnancy," she smiled, deviously.

About ten minutes later there was a banging on my front door and I got up to let an extremely pissed off Rosalie into my apartment.

"What the actual fuck was he thinking? He took me to a house party! ME! I don't do house parties. He should know this! This is date number three, he is supposed to know me somewhat by now. Has he listened to nothing I've said so far? Ergh!" She ranted, pulling off her high heels and flopping down onto my sofa.

"I hate to say I told you so but..."

"Shut up Alice. Seriously not in the mood right now. For God's sake, I finally thought I had a good one! Why are you both raising your eyebrows at me like that? He wasn't as bad as you're pretending he was!"

"Bella, you need to tell her."

"Alice, for fuck sake –"

" – tell me what? –"

" – this is why I didn't want to tell you!"

"Tell me what?"

"Okay, Rose, calm down. Please. Because this isn't going to make you feel any better."

"Bella stop being a dick and just tell me. What do you know that I don't?"

"Ergh, Royce bought Jess a double at the bar last week and told her it was because she was fatter than everyone else."

"He did WHAT? I'm going to fucking kill him! What a chauvinistic, misogynistic, filthy, nasty pig! Why the fuck didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"Jess told me not to," I said quietly.

"Well...Jess is an idiot! Why would she keep this quiet? Oh my God what an ASS! I wasn't going to see him again after tonight, but now I'm going to have to. Even if it's just to rip his balls off. How dare he say that to one of my best friends!"

"Babe," Alice started calmly, pouring Rose a glass of wine. Lord we were really getting through it this weekend. "Don't see him again. Please? He isn't worth it and me and Bella both think there's something really nasty about him. Tell us about the party instead. Was it really that bad?"

"It was pretty bad, though there was this one guy..."

"...go on?"

"Well I didn't talk to him, did I? I was with mother-fucking-Royce. I wish I'd have gone over to him now. Honestly girls, he was exactly my type. Really tall, really built, short curly dark hair, he even had dimples!"

"He had dimples?" Dimples were Rose's thing. "If he had dimples why didn't you speak to him?"

"I was with Royce! And I don't cheat, you know this guys."

"Who knows, maybe you'll see him one day again. Where was this party? If it was close to campus then maybe he goes to Seattle Uni!"

"It was pretty close to campus... The apartment was actually really nice. It's a shame it was being trashed by a bunch of drunk guys."

"Ah, see here lies the problem. This guy may have been your dream guy looks wise, but if he was at one of those parties which you hate so much, then is he the guy for you?" I asked.

"I don't mind the guys that go to them! To be honest I don't even mind them that much when I'm with you girls," she said. This was true. We had been to some legendary parties and between the three of us had some brilliant stories to tell. "Just don't take me to one as a date and especially not as a third date which everyone in the world knows is the one where you sleep with the guy! I mean come on, do I look like the house party type? No. No, I do not."

"Truer words were never spoken, Hale. At least now we don't have to put up with Royce. Though considering all the shit you gave me about Riley, Royce had some pretty strange habits too. Huh, Bella?"

"Indeed he did, Alice," I said, as Rosalie groaned. "What was it he spoke to you about? The best tanning salons in Seattle?"

"Yep, and don't forget the place where he gets his mani-pedis!"

"Yes, okay guys! Can we forget he ever existed now?"

"Um...no? This is worth years of material. Just like Tyler! HA do you remember him?"

"Yes! Though I'd really rather not!" Rose shouted as I howled with laughter.

Ah Tyler. Rose, Alice and I had all gone to high school together before moving to Seattle for college. Tyler had been one of the star players of our school and had naturally gone after Rosalie. After a good few years of wearing her down she finally agreed to go out with him and he turned out to be a pretty good guy...except for one area. Yep, you guessed it. In the bedroom.

The first time they decided to get down and dirty Tyler experienced a little problem and couldn't manage to get his junk ready. Cringe number one. Rosalie started getting ready to leave when Tyler promised it was just a fluke and he'd be okay in a minute. Cringe number two. He then spent the next five minutes chanting to himself under his breath 'I'm here...looking at you...you're sexy...I want you...' Cringe number three. By some small miracle he managed to get it up, and Rosalie (she blames being young and naive) was still there. They get back down to the action but as soon as he lay down on top of her to continue the make out session horizontally....splat. Cringe number four. And that ladies and gentlemen was enough for Rosalie.

Ever since she told us what happened we have continued to totally rip her for it because it really is the ultimate in funny sex stories. And really, if that happened to your best friend wouldn't you find it a little funny? Needless to say Tyler never spoke to her again. Poor guy. I wonder if he ever managed to get that little problem fixed...

"Are we all crashing here again tonight then? It is a Saturday after all."

"I'm game if Rosalie is; I wasn't planning on moving anytime soon anyway, B."

"Totally. We can all go for brunch tomorrow at Mario's. It has been far too long since I had one of his Panini's. Mmm, mmm, mmm," Rose said smacking her lips together.

"A Mario Panini eh? Sounds like a euphemism to me," I snickered.

"You've just got sex on the brain, Bella. Meaning, you need to kiss goodbye to your battery operated best friend and say a big fat hello to Edward Cullen, and more specifically his peen," Rosalie said as Alice nodded.

"Guys, I've missed the boat! That stretch of time where it's socially acceptable to introduce yourself to someone has gone. Now if I go up and say hi I'm just going to look like a crazy person!"

"Well, firstly, you are a crazy person, so that's okay and secondly, you are talking total shit! Of course you can still introduce yourself! Just think of a reason! Ask him how his essay was! Anything!"

"Fine! Fine. Okay. I'll do it. If I see him, next time I will introduce myself. Happy?"

"Exceedingly! Now the fates just need to smile upon us and make it so that we bump into Edward and Rosalie finds her big hunk of man meat! And you know, somebody nice and straight for me wouldn't go a miss either, Mother Nature!" Alice exclaimed, raising her wine of glass in the air.

"Now that I can raise a toast to!" Rose laughed as we all clinked our glasses together and settled in for the night.

At about 11 the next morning we wandered into Mario's. We used to come here all the time but since our workloads hiked up this year we hadn't had as much time to visit our favourite Italian coffee shop owner.

"My beautiful ladies!" He exclaimed as he saw us walk through the door. "Where have you been all my life? I never see you anymore! Come here."

"Hey Mario," we all said in unison as he kissed each of us on both cheeks. Bless him. He was such a stereotypical Italian, I mean, come on! His name was Mario for crying out loud! And he had a moustache like the Nintendo character. You just can't make that shit up!

"And for the lovely, Alice I have the Americano. The stunning, Rosalie gets an espresso. And for the beautiful, Bella a mocha! And luckily for all three of you, my Sabine has made Parma ham and mozzarella Panini's for today's special. I remember how much you like them!"

"Aw thank you Mario! I'm so sorry we haven't been in so long..." Alice babbled on as Mario started making our drinks. I tuned her out and started looking around the shop.

I'd always loved it here. I'd lived within walking distance from the shop the entire time I'd lived in Seattle and it never changed. Mario and Sabine were always friendly, the coffee was always great, the Panini's always fresh and the armchairs always squishy and comfy. In the winter they had a real log fire in here and in summer (though real hot days were rare) air conditioning.

Today there was the usual eclectic mix of people. Business men picking up coffee on their way through, mother's gathering to have a gossip while their kids sat next to them sleeping, students typing away on their laptops trying to finish their essa –

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

Edward-fuck-me-now-please-Cullen was sitting in an armchair in the corner of the cafe looking extra fuckable in a pair of sexy black rimmed glasses (swoon), with just the right amount of stubble on his jaw. And here I was with no make-up on, my hair in a ponytail and whatever I found on my floor this morning as my outfit. Fuck fuck fuck.

I spun back around to face the girls instead of looking at him but me being the fucking idiot I am, threw my arm straight into my mug of mocha and sent it crashing to the floor.

"Oh my God, Mario I'm so sorry! I'll pay for a new one! It was a complete accident, I can't believe what a klutz I am!"

"Bella, what the hell happened there? Why did you spin around like that?" Alice asked quietly, bending down and trying to stop me from cutting myself. Rosalie started cackling with laughter so I can only assume she spotted the reason for my outburst of idiocy. God damnit, why did I have to show her Edward's pictures on Facebook! Fucking Facebook! So much more trouble than it was worth!

I knew I must have been bright-red and I only hoped that he didn't look over and see what a mess I'd caused. I just wanted to get out of here.

"Really Mario, I'm so sorry," I said as he appeared with a dustpan and brush. "I'll pay for the mug to be replaced and everything."

"Bella stop apologizing and stop touching the broken bits, you're going to cut yourself!" Alice shouted at me. Keep your fucking voice down Alice! I tried looking at her pointedly but she didn't really get it, and Rosalie was still laughing like the homicidal fucking witch that she was.

"Mario," Alice said, standing up and taking control. "Give me the brush, can you put our coffees into take away cups and Bella will have a new mocha, thanks." We were leaving, thank God.

"What? I don't want to leave! We just got here and this is bound to be brilliant!" Fucking Rosalie. She'd definitely spotted Edward and was clearly waiting for whatever disaster was about to ensue as I made a fucking fool out of myself. Sometimes I really do wonder why I'm friends with her.

"Rose, please?" I plead with her, trying to convey with my eyes how badly I really fucking wanted to leave. Surely she wasn't this cold hearted. She knew how hung up on Edward I was. She wouldn't force me to meet him like this would she?

"Fine," she huffed. "Alice you owe me five bucks by the way."

"What? Why?"

Yeah that one was lost on my as well. They must have had some sort of bet about me behind my back. Whores. At least Alice still hadn't spotted Edward. That was literally the worst thing that could happen. Fuck knows what she'd say to him. She wasn't exactly shy in coming forward, if you know what I mean.

"I'll explain when we get back to Bella's."

What? I have an essay to write! She knows this.

"Why are we going back to mine?" I argued, getting distracted from the broken ceramic on the ground. "We've been there since Friday night when – ouch!" Fuck. I cut myself. Oh shit. Fuck. Blood. "Oh shit it's bleeding. Guys, do something!"

Give me puke, give me puss, give me anything other than blood and I can deal with it. But blood. No. Just no. It's always made me lightheaded and the amount of times I've fainted from the mere smell of somebody else'sblood was ridiculous, let alone my own. I stuck my hand out stupidly and shut my eyes tight while I turned my face away from my hand and tried not to breath. Hopefully one of my friends would have the sense to get a bandage or something.

"Hi, I'm Edward," said a deep, smooth voice which sounded really fucking close to me. "I'm a pre-med here. Can you let me take a look at your hand?"

Really? Was there no God? Did he hate me? Why oh why did this have to happen? Here I was, trying not to faint, or worse vomit, and a man who could quite possibly be the love of my life was trying to treat me. If I threw up on him I'd literally have to move to another country.

I didn't know what to do, so I carried on looking the other way while trying not to breath and waved my bloody hand in his general direction. He took hold of it and started, what I assume, was an examination. He was pre-med? Why was he in a lit class then? Surely somebody hoping to become a doctor would be taking sciences? And even if he did love literature how did he have the time for the extra work?

More importantly why the fuck was I thinking all this when I was finally talking (okay talking might be pushing it a bit) to my future husband? Wow, future husband. Apparently I am crazy or maybe my light-headedness was to blame.

"Can someone hand me a cloth or something to wrap around her hand please?" I heard him call. Somebody must have complied because I felt a cloth being tied expertly around my hand. "Bella, you're going to have to go to the hospital, you're going to need stitches."

Okay. Hold the fucking phone. I opened my eyes and turned quickly to look straight into those emerald orbs that had been haunting my dreams for weeks.

Bella? Did he just call me Bella?

Even in my nauseous, near fainting state I was with it enough to know that I, nor anybody around me, had informed him that my name was Bella.

There was only one answer. He knew my name. Edward Cullen knew that my name was Bella. Before today and this incident

"Wh-what?" I asked him almost in a whisper. This revelation had me shocked. Also I was still trying not to get sick on him, but the less said about that the better.

He coughed slightly and for a second I think he realised his mistake before he said, "Your cut. It's pretty bad and you need stitches. Can you get to the hospital?"

Clearly I have issues with coherency around him because I found myself tongue tied and unable to form an answer. Thank God for Alice.

"Yeah its fine we can take her," she said standing behind Edward. Seeing as I was bleeding profusely she could have found it in her to wipe that shit-eating grin off her face. Clearly she was excited that I'd finally got my meeting with Edward. Even if the circumstances left something to be desired. "Come on Bells, up you get. We've got our weekly visit with the ER." She said, grasping my good hand and pulling me to my feet.

"Weekly visit?" Edward asked in a confused voice as he stood up too. Wow, he was tall up close.

"Yeah Bella here is a total klutz," Rosalie interjected. Bitch.

"Rosalie, shut up and get me to the hospital." I hissed at her. "Edward, uh, thanks for helping me. I'll see you on Wednesday."

Excellent I managed to get an actual sentence out to him. I was still mad embarrassed though and my hand was really starting to fucking hurt now the adrenaline was wearing off. So with one final look at him in all of his sexy-doctor-God-glory we made our way out of the shop.

"Oh my God. How mortifying?" I exclaimed as we got into Alice's car.

"Pfft, what are you on about? That was a total in! And he's a fucking doctor! Do you have any idea how hot that is?" Alice shouted.

"Uh, yeah, of course I do! I had no idea though. I mean what the hell is he doing in lit theory?"

"That though crossed my mind too. You know what else I thought?" Alice asked, as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards the hospital.

"What?" Rose and I asked together.

"He knew your name was Bella!"

"Yeah that thought crossed my mind too..." I said with a smile on my face.

That's when Rosalie started laughing again. I turned to face her as she sat cackling in the back seat.

"Stop laughing you absolute bitch! I'm in pain here! This situation is not funny."

"Oh hun, that's not why I'm laughing," she managed to choke out.

"Then why are you?" I asked confused.

"Well you know that party I went to last night? I didn't recognise him at the time because he was pretty wasted and I'd only ever seen pictures of him, and I was pretty pissed with Royce, but now I've seen him again and have put two and two together, you'll never guess who was at the party!" She said very quickly and very excitedly.

"Edward was there?" I gasped.

"He was indeed. And you won't believe what I heard him saying!"

"What? What?" Alice and I shouted.

"Well it was to do with a beaufitul, brunette that he took a class with..."

A/N: So what did you think? Please please let me know. Your feedback means the world to me.

I've had a shit load of things to do the past few months as I've been finishing up at school which means essays and have started my exams. I've also been extremely ill but no one wants to hear about that. I was desperate to get a chapter out though and the next chapter of Porcelain Cement is about 2,000 words in!

Sorry once more for the delay but I'm finished with school for summer on June 3rd so from then updates should be coming out of my ears! Happy reading my lovely readers!