A/N: Okay I didn't get as many reviews as I was hoping, but this idea just popped into my head as I was coming home from soccer. So I hope you like it! Italic means Bella's story, by the way.

June 26, 2008

I don't own anything still…

Alice and I were sitting in English class listening to Mr. Long talk about… something. See Alice changed into my period for some reason. So now we sat be each other not paying attention to a thing, but then Mr. Long started talking about a new assignment that got me listening very, very closely.

"Okay class, this assignment is due tomorrow, but it should be easy for everyone. I want you to right a short story about something most teens would understand. It could be about a football game, or soccer game. Maybe it's about a guy who can't pick which girl he's going to take to the dance two weeks from now. Just pick something and write about. Don't worry if it's not perfect. Just let yourself go!"

He started to hand out paper to everyone. When I got mine I looked at it for a second deciding what I should write about. I could write about moving to a new school, or meeting someone different from everyone else. Then an idea came to my mind.

So my story goes like this:

There was this girl who had a perfect life. A terrific boyfriend who would always be there for her, some great friends who knew how to make her feel better, a great home to live in, and is a great student. She did have an enemy though. This person was out to make sure that she didn't have everything that she wanted.

The thing this girl really wanted was to actually be in love. She couldn't get that with the boyfriend she was with, however. She found it with this new boy. He was strong, handsome, and caring. He had an old fashion vibe to him sometimes, which made him more of a gentleman than most boys her age.

Her enemy, however, did not like that she was getting something else that could be added to her list of great things. She was out to make sure that the girl couldn't have the love of her life, in her life. So the enemy made a plan to get rid of the boy. She blackmailed the girl. She told the girl that if she didn't back off of the boy then she would tell the whole school her secret.

The girl naturally didn't want this to happen because she was afraid of what her friends would think. So the girl ended; she hasn't been the same since. The enemy played all the tricks she could and ended up with the boy, for the time being.

The girl felt like her heart was taken out of her chest and stabbed repeatedly by her enemy. You see the enemy would just dangle the boy in front of the girl. Just to show her that she had him.

The girl realizes something, however. She has to end it with her boyfriend. It's not fair for her not to be in love with him whenever he is in love with her. Whenever she does, though, it won't really matter will it? The boy she is in love with has already gotten over her, so she'll still have a broken heart. It matters because she will feel better about herself, and maybe she'll move home to where she can just start over. Maybe then she will feel whole again.

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I walked down to the cafeteria by myself today. I pretty much ran out of my class so I wouldn't have to walk by Jessica and Edward walking down the hall hand and hand together. It seemed like everywhere I went they were there. Kissing, touching, and holding each other. It sucked.

Alice caught up to me though. "Yuck. Jessica and Edward should get a room or something. I hate when they are all PDA. It's so annoying. Like it's not cute, it's gross."

I mumbled 'yeah' and kept walking. I wasn't in the mood to talk about them. I was barely in the mood to talk to anyone who actually liked Edward, let alone someone who was his sister.

"Bella, are you okay? You've haven't been yourself since Christmas Eve. What happened that night? I mean Edward suddenly came home not talking to anyone and you wouldn't answer my calls. Then this," she said waving over to Edward and Jessica holding hands in the lunch line, "happens. What's the deal?"

I shrugged. "I don't know, Alice. Things just haven't been going my way, at all."

"We miss you, you know? I mean Emmett, Jasper and I. We all miss you. You're never over anymore. I know it may not seem like it, but Edward misses you terribly. Whenever he looks at you his eyes always look so longing. You know?"

"Well I guess it's a good thing that he doesn't look at me that much."

"Bella, what happened?"

"Sorry, I'm not hungry Alice. I'm just going to go to the library and work on my short story for Mr. Long's class. I'll see you later, okay?"

She nodded. "Yea, later."

I walked into the silent library. No one was in there probably because it's lunch and social time. Ugh, I've always hated lunch. It's just annoying sometimes. Mostly whenever it's snowing because on the way to it people start snow ball fights and I always end up in the middle of one that Mike and Chris start.

I sat down in a car that was surrounded by bookcases. No one would notice me back here.

The girl walked to the cafeteria hoping she wouldn't see the boy anytime soon, but when has life ever been that great? As soon as she stepped foot into the lunch room the boy was there holding hands with her enemy in the lunch line.

Of course, the girl thought to herself. She walked over with her head held high, so she didn't make people wonder why she wasn't herself lately. The boy looked at her though with longing eyes. He seemed to know why they couldn't be together anymore. It wasn't because of the girl's boyfriend; it was because of the girl between them. The girl who was so jealous she had to break up a couple who happened to be together by fate.

Maybe it wasn't fate though. The girl wasn't even sure if she believed in fate, or soul mates for that matter. Sure she always believed that some people are just perfect together, but she wasn't sure if she believed that there is someone out there for everyone. Some people are just destined to be alone. 

That's what she thought she was. Ever since this 'affair' happened with the boy, she no longer believed in fate, or soul mates. She also stopped believing in promises.

I stopped where I was remembering those words Edward had said to two months ago. "Bella, I promise I will never hurt you. I will never leave you alone. I promise you that. I care about you too much to do something like that."

Some promise that was. He didn't keep one of his 'promises'. He hurt me every time I saw him with Jessica. He left me alone. Well not physically, but emotionally I was alone. Also, there is no way he cared about me if he got over me in four days.

Yep, Jessica started working her plan the day after Christmas and went out with Edward on the 28 of December. When Angela called me to tell me that I must have cried the rest of the night and most of the next day. It was like he literally ripped out my heart and stomped on it at that point.

The girl stopped believing in promises for two reasons. One was if you're never promised anything then you will never be disappointed. Two was the boy made her a promise he broke four days after she ended things.

The girl knew that he would break it as soon as she ended things, she just didn't think it would hurt as bad as it did. She didn't think anything would hurt that much. It was like her heart literally ached every time she saw them. She also never felt whole.

She felt like there was this huge hole in her heart. A hole that could only be filled by the boy, but she knew that would never happen, so she just held her head up high and tried to forget things.

The girl was sitting with her boyfriend and her friends like every day, but this day was different. She realized something she always knew, but was afraid to do. She had to break up with her boyfriend and she would do it today. She decided. It's going to be over, and that's all she knew.

I stopped writing and dropped my pencil to the floor. It was what I knew. I had to do it, and I would do it today. I had too. Even if it doesn't get me Edward back, I had to do it. I knew I should have realized this a long time ago, but better now than never.

The bell rang then. Biology. I groaned. I hated this class more than ever whenever we got back from holiday break. I couldn't even get Mr. Banner to let me switch seats. Even though I tried and tried again, but he told me, and I quote, 'I told you from the started that these seats are your seat for the rest of the year. I'm sorry if you suddenly don't like your lab partner, but you just have to suck it up.'

I shook my head as I gathered up all my stuff and walked to my next class. He was already there by the time I got there. Fantastic.

I sat down not looking at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I flipped my hair behind my shoulder hoping he would see I took off his necklace, and replaced it with my key necklace. I think he did because he suddenly looked away and the rest of the class he never looked at me again.

I must say I was a little relieved, but I was curious. Why would he care so much about a necklace he gave me? I mean he was with Jessica and as far as I was concerned, probably already got her a necklace or a bracelet, or something. Why should he care if a took off one necklace and put on another?

Mr. Banner was apparently done teaching for the day so I took the time to read over my short story. I liked it, but I hoped that we wouldn't have to read these out loud. One, Alice would put two and two together before I even finished the first page. Two, other people might too.

Hmmm… what to write next?

The girl had gifts for the boy. They were all pretty and unique in their own way. One was a necklace, another was a bracelet, and the third was a pair of earrings. He got them for her for two occasions. The bracelet for the girl's birthday and the necklace for Christmas, right before she ended things. The earrings were just a gift. He told her that a diamond never fades, just like his love for her. He also said necklaces and bracelets go in and out of style, but earrings never grow old.

The day the girl saw the boy and her enemy together she ran home. She tore the necklace off her neck and put it in a box. She then found the earrings and her bracelet and put them in that box too. Once they were in there, she wasn't sure what to do with them.

She could burn them. Make a nice fire out of the box and the metal inside of it. She could just throw it away. Maybe she would mail somewhere, anywhere. She decided to mail it to her mom. She attached a note to it reading that her mother shouldn't wear them, but find a way to get rid of them. The girl didn't care what she did, just as long as it was out of her sight and hopefully out of her mind.

When she was ready to mail them, however, she couldn't do it. She could bring herself to get rid of these beautiful gifts the boy had given to her. So the girl came up with another option. She would get a cardboard box and label it the boy's name. She would take everything that was his, or reminded her of him and put it in that box. Then she would put it in her closet in a place where she wouldn't be able to find it unless she cleared out the whole thing.

She smiled to herself whenever she finished the plan. She put everything away safely in the box and put it high in her closet. She hasn't looked at the box since.

"What are you writing?" Edward asked slowly and softly. It sounded like it pained him to talk to her at all.

Then don't talk to me, I thought. I looked up at him. Alice was right. His eyes did look longing, and whenever he saw my eyes they changed to sadness. I couldn't bear it, so I looked down at my paper. "It's an assignment for Mr. Long's class. We have to write a short story that teens can relate to."

"What are you writing about?"

I sighed. I couldn't tell him what I was writing about. I could barely write it myself without wanting to curl up into a ball and cry. If I told him, I would have to look at him, which would just make me break. "You know fashions, boys, and dancing. The usual."

He laughed half-heartedly. "Oh yes because I know how into that stuff you are. You're sounding like Alice or Jess-"he said, but stopped.

I stopped breathing. Did he seriously bring her into this conversation? Wow, I can't believe it. I looked away. I started to gather my stuff. I could go and talk to Mike for the rest of class, just as long as I didn't have to sit here.

"Bella, wait. I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring her into this. It was just a slip of the tongue. I didn't mean it at all," he said quickly and quietly.

"Edward, just stop," I snapped. "We're done here."

I then picked up my stuff and walked over to Mike's table. Luckily his partner wasn't here today, so I wouldn't have to stand and look awkward. I think we got into a conversation about Mike asking someone to the dance, but I wasn't listening. I was still shocked that he would even think about bringing her into our conversation.

School was finally over. Meaning I could go home and finish writing my story, or get most of it done. I would have to face Chris sometime today though. That was if I really was planning on breaking up with him. How would I do it?

"Hey babe. I haven't seen you at all today. Are you okay?" Chris asked coming up behind me.

Crap I forgot to keep walking as I was thinking. "Hey, um I might be. Chris, we need to talk."

He looked confused at first, but he nodded and said he would go home and drop off his stuff and then come over to my house so we could talk. After he left to walk towards his car I spun around and groaned. How do you tell someone that you want to break up with them after, what, two years?

"Bella, wait," a voice came from behind me again.

I stayed where I was not wanting to look who was coming up behind me to talk to me about something I really didn't want to hear.

Emmett, someone I wasn't expecting, walked around me and started talking, "I haven't seen you in awhile. What's been going on?"

"Nothing really. I've just been sort of busy lately. Starting to get ready for mid terms. You know."

He nodded, not believing me. How could everyone tell I was lying? "Bella, what's really going on?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Why do you care, Emmett?"

He laughed putting his arm around my shoulder, guiding me to my truck. "Because, you're like my little sister, you know? And normally when something is bothering my little sister I like to know what it is. So are you going to tell me, or do I have to play 20 questions?"

I laughed. He was like a big brother to me. I loved him for that. "I think you'll have to play 20 questions because I really don't want to get into it. With anyone."

He sighed, frustrated. "Come on Bells, I wanna know!"

"You sound like you're three. So maybe you're my little brother, or something."

"Don't change the subject. Just tell me, please."

"Look, Emmett, I can't get into it right now. I have to meet someone at my house soon and I don't think they would like it if I was late because I was talking to you, no offense."

He dropped his arm off my shoulders and opened up my truck door for me. I got in and smiled at him. "Thank you, and I prom- I will tell you sometime in the future."

"Meaning, not until it is resolved or something?"

I thought about it for a second. "Something like that." Then he shut the door and I drove off to my house. Now I just had to figure out what I was going to say to Chris. I've never done this before. I don't know how it goes.

Oh wait, that's not true. I just did this. I did it with Edward. I ended things with him, but that wasn't really my choice, well, it sort of was but I had too. This was my choice through and through. Maybe I should do it like I did when I 'broke up' with Edward. That may work.

He was already here! What the heck? Didn't it take at least a half an hour to go home and finish some things before coming over to my house? Ugh, I don't want to do this, but I have too.

I walked up slowly to the door. He was sitting on the step and looking down at his shoes. "Where were you?"

"Sorry, I was talking to Emmett Cullen about something," I said sitting down next to him.

He looked over to me. He was worried, I could tell. He must know what's coming. Why doesn't he just break up with me? It would my life ten times easier. "Chris we really need to talk," I whispered.

"About what?"

"About us, Chris. It's not working out for me like I thought it would be by this time. I thought I would be able to tell you I loved you months before you told me instead of the other way around. I thought I would be happier then I am. I thought I would feel so comfortable with you that I wouldn't even notice other people, but I'm not any of that.

"I'm not happier, I'm actually sadder. I can't say I love you because I'm not in love with you. I love you and all, but I'm not in love with you. Also, I'm not comfortable with you. Whenever you put your arm around me, I feel like I belong somewhere else."

I paused still looking at the ground. Did it suddenly get hotter out here? "Chris, I really am sorry, but I can't do it anymore. I hope we can still be friends." Not like it's ever going to happen. Once you break up with someone it's sort of hard to stay friends afterwards (A/N: I know from experience).

Chris seemed so shocked. Like he didn't know what to say. He clearly didn't see this coming at all. He thought I was talking about something totally different when I said 'we need to talk', which normally means it's the end of us. Well at least in my book it does.

"Wow, that was… unexpected. Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, no Chris. This is totally me. This has nothing to do with you."

"What happened then? I thought we were doing great there."

I sighed. "I'm not quite sure, to be honest. Two years is a long time for someone who is only a junior in high school. Maybe if we met in college, or something, things would be different. I'm just not ready for this."

He nodded, still running over things in his mind. "It was Edward wasn't it? You two seemed to have some kind of bond, but I just didn't know what. I never said anything because I didn't want to upset you, but I have to know now. Do you have something with Edward going on?"

I thought about it for a second. I didn't even realize that he noticed those kinds of things. He just always seemed oblivious to a lot of things. "No, I don't." Not a complete lie. I mean I did, but now I don't…

He nodded again. "Okay, well I would like if we could still be friends. I care a lot about you, Bella. I don't want to lose you all together."

I smiled at him. It was nice that he could take the high road in something like this. "Thank you, Chris. That means a lot to me." I got up and he did too. Then I hugged him and said goodbye. I walked inside proud of myself.

That went a lot smoother than I thought it would. Now I just have to see what tomorrow will be like. How will people react? Ah, who cares? I just want to finish my story.

When the girl finally got up the courage she broke up with her boyfriend of two years. When she was telling him she let things slip out, like she was never comfortable with him and she never truly loved him like she loved the boy who got away. She never realized how easy it was to say goodbye to someone you weren't in love with.

When they said their last goodbyes, the girl went into her house and lay down on her bed. She didn't believe that she was balling like she did when she ended things with the boy. How could that be? She and the boy were never officially together. So, why did she care about him that much?

It was then that the girl realized she was in love with the boy.

A/N: I hoped you enjoyed Bella's short story. Tell me if you liked that idea. Yes, I updated pretty fast and I'll try to continue doing that, but I don't know how long that will last. Anyways I'll try to get the next chapter up by the weekend.