A/N: I don't own Twilight, Stephenie Meyer does. Why didn't she give us the wedding night? No copyright infringement is intended.

Thank you to my beta, kaydee1005, you are just too awesome for words! Thanks also to my pre-reader, Padme-And-Anakin-4-Ever for all the advice.

Chapter 10-That's Not the Pizza Guy

BPOV

After an exhausting night of crying, I woke up Sunday morning with puffy eyes, a stuffy nose, and a dry throat. I got up, went to the bathroom, and decided to check my phone. I turned it on to see if anyone important tried to call. Of course, there was nothing so I went back to sleep.

I had barely fallen back to sleep when I heard my phone go off with a text message. Shit, I forgot to turn it back off. I rolled over to see who it was—Edward. I felt the tears coming and I turned off my phone without even looking at the message. I did not want to hear any more of his lies. I snuggled back into my covers and cried myself to sleep, again.

I spent the entire day in bed. Alice came up once to check on me, but I ignored her. She stayed for a while trying to get me to eat something. She knew something was wrong but I wasn't ready to talk yet. I just wanted to wither away and die. I refused to eat or shower, only getting up to use the restroom. Alice finally left after I promised her I would eat—she didn't have to know I hadn't the slightest intention of actually doing so.

As much as I tried to sleep, I couldn't actually sleep anymore. I just lay in bed, alone with my thoughts. That was a very dangerous thing, as my thoughts kept going to Edward. I still couldn't figure out why. He seemed so sincere in everything he said, so why was he with her? It was only two days ago that he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I felt so betrayed, so foolish. He really made me feel like someone special, yet the first chance he got, he was with someone else. As much as I wanted him on Friday, I was really glad I allowed him to stop it from happening. I knew I would feel a lot worse had I followed through with my plan. Being with Jacob may have been a disaster, but at least I wasn't left in heartache.

I wanted so badly to feel numb, to not feel the pain. I knew that wasn't really feasible and that only time would heal, but it didn't stop me from withdrawing myself. My coping mechanism was not working and I knew I needed to get up. Whether I wanted to eat or not, I didn't think I could ignore the hunger pains anymore so I got out of bed.

I forced myself to take a shower, but asked Angela if I could use hers since mine had too many memories already—I don't think I'll ever be touching myself in the shower again. I got out of the shower and put on clean clothes—sweats and a long-sleeved t-shirt. I patted down the hall to the kitchen, grabbed some cold Pop Tarts, a DDP—also known as Diet Dr. Pepper—and sat down at the kitchen table. I did not want to ever sit on that couch again. I realized Angela was gone, and I realized I really missed my best friend.

Alice must have heard me walking around because she started banging on my door. Of all the times for her to knock. I let her in and she joined me at the table. She sat stoically, just staring at me for an immeasurable amount of time. Her silence finally got to me and I told her to just spit it out already.

"What happened, Bella? I have never seen you like this." Alice seemed genuinely concerned.

"I…I saw him yesterday on my way home from my parents' house. He was walking with a beautiful blonde woman, his arm around her. They both looked happy."

Alice gasped. I did not want her to feel sorry for me. Hell, I was already tired of feeling sorry for myself. I held back the tears that threatened to fall once more. Alice must have sensed my anxiety and hugged me, whispering in my ear.

"Shhhh, Bella. It will be ok. I bet it was just a misunderstanding."

"I don't think so, Alice. You should have seen them. I feel so stupid."

"Did you, you know, sleep with him?"

That memory was still too fresh in my mind and I couldn't hold the tears back anymore.

"No, I didn't. I wanted to, but he told me that he wanted something special with me, and that I was different. He gave me this bullshit story about how he wanted to, and then he asked me to be his girlfriend. It was really sweet, but now I know it was all lies. He probably didn't want me at all."

"Really? He asked you to be his girlfriend? What is he, thirteen years old?" Alice chuckled, and I wanted to hit her. How can she be laughing at this?

"That's not the point, Alice. Look, I don't really want to talk about it right now. He texted me this morning, but I didn't even look at it. I don't want to talk to him again, or even see him. I think I need to find a different job, one where he doesn't know where I work."

"Bella, you can't hide away like that. Maybe you should listen to him, see what he has to say. The way you two were the other night, that wasn't the act of a man who didn't want a woman. He wanted you, of that I was certain. Maybe you could talk to Rosalie, change your schedule again."

"I don't know." That was all I could say, I was so done talking about this.

Alice sighed, concern apparent on her face. Thankfully she dropped it, told me it would all work out, and left. She promised she would be checking on me and asked me to keep my phone on. I rolled my eyes but agreed.

When Alice left, I went back to my room to get my phone. I grabbed my laptop that I got for graduation and set it up at the table. Just then, Angela and Ben came bursting through the door. I was not ready to deal with them right now either.

They sat down at the table, completely oblivious to my sour mood. I just looked at Angela as I could tell she had something to say.

"Bella, we wanted to talk to you. I know things are tight for you money-wise, how would you feel about another roommate?"

What. The. Fuck? Was she serious? The look on my face must have been shocking because Angela just continued on.

"Well, Ben and I are engaged!"

"You're engaged? When did this happen? Ang, are you sure you are ready for that?" I knew she was; they were so happy together. I just wish I could be happy for them right now.

"Well, last night when we went to Seattle. Ben surprised me with dinner in the Space Needle, he asked me and I said yes!"

"Wow, Ang. Congratulations?" I sounded more like a question, but I was hurting and tried to be supportive.

"We want to move in together. We were thinking of him moving in here! Your cost would go down and you would only pay a third for your share. So, whatcha think? Wait a minute, what's the matter, Bella?"

I just sat there, staring at my half-eaten Pop Tart. I didn't know what to say, or think. I was too busy feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't be happy for my best friend. What was wrong with me?

Sighing, I got up the courage to tell her. I told her everything—all of it. They both sat there listening to my sad tale. When I was done, Angela enveloped me in a warm embrace while I cried onto her shoulder. I looked up and noticed that Ben wasn't there anymore.

We continued talking about Ben moving in, and I told her that would be fine. He will be moving in next weekend. I knew Alice wouldn't mind. When our talk was finishing up and Ben came back into the room, I remembered I told Alice I would turn my phone on.

I really didn't want to, but she was right. I turned it on and waited for it to cycle through the start up process. Within a minute, I noticed I had twenty-three voicemails, over fifty text messages from Edward, and countless missed calls. I deleted all the texts and voicemails and quickly scrolled through the missed calls. The only one I was interested in was from Rosalie.

I called her back. She told me that Alice had called her, and she found a replacement for me for the week. Normally I wouldn't want the week off, but since Ben was moving in, I knew I could afford it just this once. I thanked her, and I begged her not to tell Edward or Emmett anything. I knew if she told Emmett that he would tell Edward. She promised me she would take it to the grave and she told me how sorry she was for me. She also hated Edward.

I decided to head back to my parents' house for the week, but I promised I would be back Friday so I could help get the apartment ready for Ben to move his stuff in on Saturday. I quickly packed up everything I would need for the week, told my mom that I was coming, and left.

I spent the entire week sleeping on the couch at my parents' house since I took my bed with me when I moved out. My mom repurposed my room into a craft room—her new obsession. It was nice to be home, but I missed my home too.

During the week, my phone remained on, and I was constantly ignoring his calls, texts, and voicemails. It was getting really old, really fast. As much as I was hurting, the pain soon gave way to anger and annoyance. I thought about getting a new cell number if he kept this up. Why was he still pursuing me? Why isn't he with the attractive blonde I saw him with on Saturday? I knew I needed to talk to him, I just didn't feel ready yet.

Friday morning came, and I got my stuff packed up to head home. Dad had the day off today, so we went to the diner to have lunch before I left town. I had eventually told them all about Edward during the week. My dad was ready to get his shotgun and drive to Port Angeles to take care of Edward, while my mom just cried for me. I was just grateful they dropped the subject at my request so we could have a nice lunch together.

We had driven separate cars to the diner, and when lunch was over, we headed our different ways. I was going home and ready to move on with my life. I would not think about Edward Cullen again. I was done wasting my time, energy and tears on him.

By the time I parked my truck in the driveway at home, I felt more confident than ever. I had realized during my quiet drive, that I didn't need a man to decide my happiness. I stood tall as I walked up the stairs to my apartment in the early afternoon.

Angela had already started clearing some of her shelves, making room for Ben's stuff. I was so happy for them. I noticed her ring sparkle as the sun shone through the window. The glow she had was breathtaking. I briefly wondered how life was going to change in our home, and I vowed to wear headphones every night—that or start working the graveyard shift.

I jumped right in, helping Angela. Ben showed up an hour or so later, and we started the process of moving him in. When all the boxes were in, we all plopped down on the couch, exhausted. Ben ordered pizza for dinner, and I was thankful I didn't have to cook. We sat around for the next half hour, chatting about everything. Ben was a blast to have around. He was funny, sweet, and just plain awesome. I could see why Angela loved him so much.

Finally, when my stomach was growling loud enough for everyone to hear, the door bell rang. Ben handed me the money since he insisted on paying, and I jumped up to get the pizzas. Skipping to the door, I flung it open only to find it wasn't the pizza guy. It was him. Edward.

A/N: Wow. What do you think Edward is doing there? Is he going to ask for forgiveness? Will she give it? Does he deserve it? Leave me a review and tell me your thoughts!

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