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Disclaimer:

Me: Pssh, I SO own Twilight.

Emmett: You do, huh?

Me: Yup.

Emmett: *stalks toward me* you sure about that? *flexes muscles*

Me: *gulp* Maybe?

Emmett: Come on, say it…

Me: Jeez dude, FINE! I don't own freakin Twilight, or the big, muscle-y, handsome, sparkly, funny….

Emmett: *to himself* She's creepy.

Chapter 4

Bella's POV

16 years old

We were lying down on the grass, in this beautiful meadow. It was in a circular pattern, surrounded by trees. Flowers were everywhere. Calla lilies and daisies. He picked up one and handed it to me, like the gentlemen he is. He tucked a strand of hair that was blowing in the wind behind my ear, and grabbed my hand. Pulling me to his chest, he started humming a familiar tune. My lullaby. The one he wrote for me when we were 13. I could feel tears starting to roll down my cheeks and onto his shirt.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, bewildered, rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"You're just too good for me." I answered truthfully.

He laughed that silvery laugh that he has and shook his head.

"I think you have that backwards." He said simply, touching the tip of his index finger lightly to my nose. "You are too good for me."

I scoffed. There was no way in hell that I would be too good for him. He's like a Greek God. Perfect at everything he does, and flawlessly beautiful. Though he always tells me that he's flawed many times, I don't ever believe him. He's perfect in my eyes.

He tilted my chin up to his face, and stared into my eyes with so much intensity, that if he hadn't been holding me, I'm sure I would've collapsed. His eyes held an emotion that even I couldn't have misplaced. He looked lovingly down at me, and his lips parted as if to say something.

"Bella, I—"

BUUUUUUZZZZZZZ!

Damn alarm.

I reached out, blindly, to turn off the wretched thing, but I couldn't see. My hand was uselessly reaching for it, and I went too far, resulting in me falling off the bed with a big, "Oof!"

Why did I have to wake up from this perfect dream? Was he going to say he loved me…finally? Ugh! How frustrated can a girl get?

Waking up for me is inevitable, even when you're having one of those amazing dreams. The ones where you're with the one you love, and they're just about to tell you that they love you when…

BAM!

You wake up. Sucks right? I should know.

I looked around, momentarily dazed. Ugh! Time for another day at school, with friends, and, dare I say it, Tanya.

I balked at the name.

That slut just had to steal my Edward away from me.

They'd been together for about 2 weeks now, and eveytime I saw them together I fought back the urge to vomit. She sickens me.

The worst part is that ever since her and Edward have been together, Edward and I have grown apart. He'd try and spend as much time with her as possible, even if it meant ignoring his friends and family.

I'd tried to talk to him about it once.

-Flashback-

I was on my way to class, alone for once, somebody usually walked with me, but today, they were all with their respected ones. I spotted Edward standing by our lockers, Tanya-less. I smiled. I'd been trying to catch him alone for the longest time, but he was always with her. I bounced over to him, hoping to get to talk to him. His back was to me, and he seemed to be rummaging through his locker for something, totally engrossed in finding it. This was my chance. I snuck up behind him, and poked his sides.

"Hey stanger." I whispered as he jumped.

"Oh, Bella, you scared me." He exclaimed, rubbing the back of his neck. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. I wonder if it was stress induced, if so, then I'm sure I would know the cause.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, right."

"You did."

"Anyway, I was wondering if I could talk to you." I asked, praying to God he would say yes.

"Yeah, sure. What's up?" He answered. I breathed a sigh of relief. Someone up there must love me.

"Well, it's about Tanya...and you." I started. His eyes narrowed, and he closed his locker, forgetting all about the object he was supposed to be looking for.

"What about us?" He quipped.

"Well, I was just wondering, why, after years of being disgusted and pursued by her, you would all of a sudden give in to her ways, and be with her. I mean, really, Edward? Tanya of all people? You could've done so much better than her, and yet you're still with her, unhappy. Everyone around here knows you don't care for her, so I was just wondering, why?"

He started pulling at his hair, and leaned up against his locker, contemplating his answer. With each passing second, my patience was growing thinner, and I started pacing, not even noticing that the hallways were emptying and that the bell had rung. My only focus was to get this answer from Edward. I stared at him, as he was coming up with an answer, when, suddenly, a look of intuition passed through his eyes, and anger built up in him. He stepped away from his locker, and moved toward me. I stopped pacing, and gawked.

"If you must know why, go blame it on your filthy boyfriend." He sneered.

I was taken aback. Edward had never used this kind of tone with me, and quite frankly, I was scared shitless. Scared for our friendship, and my well being. But, boyfriend? What did he mean boyfriend? I'd never had another boyfriend since Jacob.

"Boyfriend?" I asked, dumbstruck.

"Yes, your little Jacob. I saw you and him at the lockers last week." He said, with a faraway look in his eyes. My heart ached for the pain that shown in them.

"Edward, you don't understand-"

"I understand enough." He said, cutting me off, his tone harsh. "And if you wanna be with Jacob," He sneered the name. "Then I can be with whoever the hell I want." And with that, he stomped off.

-End Flashback-

That was a week ago, and after that, we barely talked.

I missed my best friend, but I'm pretty sure that we weren't going to go back to the way things were until Tanya was out of the picture.

And Jacob.

The thing that Edward didn't understand was that Jacob and I were never anything more than friends after we had broken up all those years ago. He has a girlfriend, Leah, who I had come to be good friends with, and he was telling me about how he had these feelings of love and compassion toward her. He had trouble trying to portraying those feelings, and me being the good friend I am offered to help.

-Flashback-

I was walking into school with Jacob, not really listening to whatever he was saying. My thoughts were completely consumed by Edward. When he had come to me yesterday about his "problem", I knew he was this "Joe", but I only needed to figure out who this "Jane" was so I could kill her. She wasn't going to take away my Edward. Was it Jessica Stanley? Ew. Lauren Mallory? God, I hope not. Laura Sheffield? She was new, but I didn't know if Edward liked her or not. He's been distant lately, up until last night when he came to me. I'd have to talk to him about—

I was interrupted when I felt Jacob's hand on my shoulder, and I realized that he had just saved me from running into a locker. I turned to thank him, but was surprised to see the look upon his face. He looked nervous, weak, and vulnerable. I shuddered at the look of fear in his eyes.

"Jake, what's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I have this problem." He started, wringing his hands. Gosh, am I the advice columnist?

"What is it?" I sighed.

"Well, I-I-I think I may love Leah." He rushed, brushing his hands on his pants.

"Jacob! That's great! Why're you so sullen-looking?"

"Well, because, I don't exactly know how to tell or show her." He confessed leaning up against the lockers.

I startled him by laughing.

"Bells, this is not funny in any way." He fumed.

"Calm down, Jake." I wheezed. "I was only laughing because that's not that big a deal."

"How so?" He questioned.

"Well, just be romantic." I advised.

"Umm, yeah Bells, I don't really know how to."

"Seriously Jake? How've you made it this far?" I asked, shaking my head.

He shrugged.

"Ok, well, would you like to practice on me?" Wow. What am I doing? I must be a really good friend.

His face lit up. "Really Bells? You'd let me do that?"

"Yeah, as long as you don't go too far." I warned.

He nodded furiously.

"Well…" I said impatiently, tapping my toe on the linoleum.

"Ok, umm…" He stammered. I backed up against my locker, and waited.

Finally he came up with something. I watched as he slowly, hesitantly, reached his hand toward my cheek to caress it lovingly, and then, he pulled me into a hug, and pulled back to gaze into my eyes. We stood like that for a few seconds, and then I started clapping.

"Jake! You did it! You were being romantic!" I congratulated.

"Bells! Thanks!" He said, spinning me around in a circle.

"I knew you had it in you." I said when he set me down. "Now go get her." I winked.

He strode away proudly. I sighed as he made his way over to Leah. At least one of us had found love.

I turned around to my locker, and started to get all of my books for the day out. Where were Edward and the gang? I knew Jake and I were early, but we weren't that early were we? I shook it off, and returned to getting my books out. I was almost done when I heard the sound of Tanya Denali's nasal voice down the hall. I turned around to see who her new sucker was, and was immensely surprised to find Edward on her arm. His eyes met mine, and sadness overtook me. Something was burning behind his eyes, was it, accusation? Whatever it was, he turned away from me, and kept walking with that whore. To say that I was incredibly disappointed was an understatement. I turned back to my locker, slammed it shut, and ran out of the school.

-End Flashback-

Alice and Rosalie were ready to kill. Emmett and Jasper had to literally hold them both back from going on a murdering spree. Yeah, not pretty.

Maybe if I could just get Edward to listen to my side of the story…

I sighed as I got up and walked into the bathroom to start my morning ritual.

When I came out all clean, I pranced back into my room to change into my clothes for school. When I was done, I couldn't help myself from peeking into his window. He wasn't there, of course. He was either downstairs, or he'd picked up the whore for school. Luck wasn't on my side today, so it was probably the latter one.

I was running a little late, so when I got downstairs, everyone was there; everyone except Edward. Of course.

"Morning." I greeted everyone.

They all grunted in response. Ah, the glory of Mondays.

I walked into the pantry to get an apple.

"Is he picking up her again?" I sneered as I was walking out.

"Yes." Alice sighed from the bar stool by the island.

"Of course." I muttered sarcastically under my breath.

"Bells, let me just beat her up one good time—" Rose started.

"No Rose," I cut her off. "That's exactly what she wants, a reaction from us, and we're not going to give her that, so let's just drop it, Ok?"

She huffed. "Fine, but if that bitch makes one wrong move, she's going down."

I rolled my eyes.

"Let's just go to school." I said, walking over to the door and opening it. "Shall we?" I asked, gesturing outside.

They all just shook their heads, and we made our way out to the cars. We didn't feel like walking today. I rode with Alice and Jasper, not wanting to be subjected to Rose and Em's, ahem, ferociousness. I mentally shuddered. They could really get carried away at times, which is why I usually hung with Alice and Jazz, their PDA level was not as high as theirs. We pulled up to the school way before Em and Rose did. They probably made an extra stop. Cue shudder. I got out, and leaned up against the car. Alice came and stood beside me, with Jasper beside her. As I was studying the parking lot, I came across Edward and Tanya walking hand in hand. Edward's face held a grimace, while Tanya's was one of sheer arrogance. Dumb bitch.

"I don't get it." I said to Alice, tilting my head to the side.

"Don't get what, Bells?" She asked back, turning toward me.

"I don't get why Edward's with her if he's only miserable. It seems oddly out of character for him, and quite frankly, it's annoying the hell out of me." I said, eyeing the subject of our conversation intently.

He seemed to not notice Alice, or me, or even his own brother. What is his problem?

"At home, he locks himself in his room, and only comes out when needed." Jasper spoke up.

"Yeah, well, he keeps his curtains close, so I'm just as clueless as everyone." I answered.

"I'll try and talk to him." He concluded.

"Thanks Jazz. You have no clue how much that means to me." I said, sincerely.

He just shrugged. Always the indifferent one.

"Well, guys. I'm gonna head to class. See ya at lunch." I waved, and trotted for history, praying that I didn't pass Edward and Tanya.

I made it to class without any qualms, and plopped onto my seat. I was a little early, so I grabbed my Wuthering Heights book, and got lost in the story. All too soon, though, people started entering, so I put my book away, and waited for the start of yet another boring day.

All my morning classes dragged on endlessly, each teacher going on and on about nothing. It drove me crazy to no end. Finally, lunch came, and I gathered up with my friends, as we all found a table outside. It was a relatively sunny day for Forks; might as well enjoy it. We all sat down, and started talking about nothing in particular.

"Oh My Jasper!" Alice gasped, looking up from the salad that she had been devouring.

"Ali, what'd we tell you about that?" I asked, incredulously.

"Sorry," She said sheepishly. "But, you know how I get when I have those 'feelings'."

I rolled my eyes. Alice always gets these "feelings" that something was going to happen, whether it's good or bad, the world may never know. It wasn't often that she had these feelings; maybe she had some sort of premonition. I never went along with it, and whenever something happened that she says would happen, I think it merely a coincidence.

"Well, do you know if it's good or bad this time?" I asked, humoring her.

"I don't know, Bella, but I do know who it's gonna happen to."

"Who?" I asked, curious.

"You."

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