Hey it's Beth,

Alex and I haven't been getting many reveiws at all :( We have 7 chapters of this story and two flashbacks written already, but we don't really feel like the story is worth our time (and arguments lol) if we aren't getting feedback on it so the lack of feedback is really not making us feel like writing or posting chapters. Again this is my first story and I would really like to see what you all think of it so PLEASE reveiw.

BPOV-

"BELLA, WAKEUP!",

Carly aggressively yelled, hopping into my bed to shake me awake.

"Carlyy, wh-what difference does it make to you if I'm up or not?"

I asked, my voice cracking.

"Well, let's see," She paused, almost looking like she was looking for an excuse. "If you're going to take me, and Cambree to the movies on Saturday, like you promised, you're going to need gas money..."

That was a pretty lame reason. I couldn't tell if her sentence was done or not, but it seemed like she had something else to say that she was holding back.

"Carly, I have told you a million times, my alarm clock is BROKEN! It rings a half an hour earlier, work starts at five o'clock..."

I had basically become nocturnal since I got the job. Partly because I had been depressed over the breakup, and partly because I had to work night hours.

"Yah, well... you're going to need that extra half an hour because Mom said you have to take me to Soccer practice..." She said, now revealing what she was once was holding back.

"Oh, and maybe if you would stop PMS-ing, and throwing your things around you wouldn't have to worry about your stupid alarm clock not working!" She added.

It was the alarm clock Edward had bought for me.

I smacked her in the face with my pillow, and grabbed her by her arms to drag her out of my room, and then slammed the door.

"FOUR-THIRTY, BITCH, FOUR-THIRTY!"

She yelled from outside my door, obviously picking up me, and Edward's cussing habits.

I got dressed (black romper, gold belt, and ballet flats), applied my makeup, and straightened my hair into an elegant half up, half down hairstyle. I jogged down the steps, surprised I didn't take an L, and grabbed my keys at the bottom of the staircase. Carly was ready, dressed in gym clothes, her long, beautiful brown locks in a ponytail.

"Let's go, Carlz..."

"Thank you so much sweety, I have a meeting I'm running late for so I couldn't take her...", Mom said, as she was washing her hands from gardening.

But, you fucking had time to water your flowers.

I nodded my head briefly, not caring that I was acting like an asshole, and walked out of the door.

Once, Carly, and I had been in the car for five minutes, she broke the silence.

"Bella, how come you've been all gloomy lately? Is it...Edward? I've noticed he hasn't been around as much..."

Carly asked, in a very serious tone of voice that you didn't get from Carly often.

Carly, and I never managed to stay mad at each other for more than thirty minutes.

"Yah, about that, we kinda...broke up..."

I said, my voice shaky. I hadn't realized my eyes were tearing up.

Carly's mouth dropped, but I could tell she was trying her hardest not to be rude, and ask questions, so she just gave me a hug.

"Are you OK?"

she asked, looking really concerned. Carly did try to be a hard ass the majority of the time, but she really did have a big heart.

"Oh, I'm fine Carly, I'll get over it soon, I'm just still mourning."

Carly stared at me, looking as if she didn't know how to respond. I guess she was almost as dumbfounded as I was about the breakup.

I was kinda getting tired of the awkwardness, so I tried the change the subject,

"OK, Carly, have fun at practice!"

I said, pulling up to the Soccer Center.

"K, love you Bella, see ya!"

She hopped out of the car, and was instantly greeted by tons of friends.

That's one of the few things Carly, and I didn't have in common- besides the fact that she was beautiful, coordinated, and tall- Carly was a big extravert, and attracted friends everywhere she went.

I pulled off, and headed to my job.

"Bella, you're exactly on time. Go to the employee room, Rita will find something for you to do there.."

Seth said, greeting me as I walked in.

"OK." I said, looking around to find the employee club.

I guess Rita was almost like another boss here, everything that I did always ended up coming back to Rita.

I opened the door to get a hostile glare from Rita. I waved, and motioned the word "Hi", but nothing came out.

"Ok, kid," she said, handing me a broom.

"sweep up the glass off the floor, there's always something to sweep around here."

I took the broom looking at her as if she were crazy.

"What, do you have a problem with sweeping? Well maybe when you've been working here for five fucking years you can call the shots!" she said, bitterly. Then she mumbled something I couldn't really make out after that that sounded something like

Just hire anyone from the block to do this job, and suddenly they're getting paid just as much the person working here for five years.

Oh well, if making me sweep was her way of insulting me I'll happily accept it, what did it matter? We were getting paid the same.

I worked my way to the middle of the club where someone had obviously spilled their drink trying to "drop it like it's hot", as some of the customers had put it. I awkwardly swept in the middle of their dancing. I was a little nervous about me having to sweep glass in the middle of a bunch of drunk people, but I was very careful.

Some of the conversations I overheard were just plain out ridiculous. Most lacked logic, and some were just plain out nasty. I continued to sweep, whilst making sure my name tag was shown so that people would know I worked here, and wasn't just some random chick sweeping the floor, as some had thought.

"What the hell is wrong with people, like seriously? Sweeping in the middle of the floor, I don't even do that when I'm drunk..."

Some smartass had said.

Rocking along with the beat of the music, whilst sweeping, I was startled when someone had sneaked up from behind, and tapped me in the but.

"Hey, Babe"

Edward said teasingly. I flinched, and looked at him confused, then blushed when I had realized it was him.

"Edward...!"

I awkwardly said, not wanting to sound upset he was hear, but still caught off guard.

He examined me closely.

I hadn't realized he was looking at my name tag, until he said

"Oh my gosh, Bella...you WORK here!"

I was furious he had found out, and acted like a complete bitch to him, and ignore him. Rolling my eyes, I gave him the cold shoulder. I kinda felt bad for acting like such an immature bitch, but I couldn't help it at the time. I was just so aggravated he had found out after I had done everything to make sure he hadn't.

He stood there, waiting for me to actually give him contact, or atleast acknowledge his existence. I didn't, though.

"Ok, Bella, I'm done. Glad you gotta job, I'm happy for ya..." He said.

I could tell he was pissed. I figured he'd walk out of the club, and go somewhere else. I looked behind me to see if he had left, and to my surprise he hadn't.

In fact, he was flirting with more girls! This time it wasn't just Chelsea, it was the whole fucking club!

I braced myself for tears, but realized none were coming out. I had cried, and seen him flirt so many times to that point that I could hardly cry for him anymore. My body had suddenly tensed up, and I felt as if I didn't have the little balance that I did have.

I left the broom at the nearest corner I could find, and cautiously walked back to the Employee Room. I looked at the mirror hanging on each wall in the room, and suddenly the tears that I had thought weren't coming, made themselves noticeable.

Someday, and someway...I'm going to get over this breakup...just no time soon, I thought.

I wanted so badly to quit wasting tears, thoughts, and time on him, but I had absolutely no clue how. I wanted to just rewind to the way things were just a few weeks ago. Before the crying, the awkwardness, and the miserableness, but I knew there was no way that was going to happen. Edward was happily broken up with me, and I'd have to see him again, tomorrow at Carly's game, and any other fucking night that he decided he wanted to club and party, and that was the reality.

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