Here is the next chapter, enjoy! Sorry I took so long, I was thinking about deleting the story, but I decided that would be mean!
(Bella's POV)
"Luke? What are you doing here?" I asked disbelievingly.
He smiled warmly and replied, "Why Bella, dear. I'm now officially and 'exchange student' from Paris! But Charlie already told you this, you silly goose!" He tapped his finger on my nose.
He leaned in to kiss me again but I quickly said, "Luke, wait. I thought we broke up. You know how hard long-distance relationships are." Please say he understands!
He smiled and said, "I know. I missed you so much, and I know how you feel about that. So I decided to come to America so I could be with you. I'm staying in the guest room just down the hall from yours. And don't worry. I've talked it all out with Charlie."
His green eyes were filled with excitement. I couldn't tell him about Jasper. Not now. It would just break his heart. Thinking of something quick I said, "I'm hungry. Let's talk about this later." Why do I always use food for excuses?
I could not believe that Luke was here! I mean he was my really good friend in Paris and he was my boyfriend for a few weeks. We were never very serious though, we had only kissed once. He must be very happy to be here and ready for more than what we had.
As we ate I thought about tomorrow.
All the girls would be all over him and flirting his head off. He is insanely handsome with his dark tan skin, dark black hair, and bright green eyes.
"So Bella, how is America?" Luke asked with interest.
"A lot different from Paris." Was all I could say. That was true in so many ways I couldn't even start to count. For one the boys. I've been kissed by three different guys today, almost four!
"Bella, I just wanted you to know I'm ready for the next step in this relationship. I'm in love with you." Where did that come from, one minute I was talking about America the next he's declaring his love for me!
"Um Luke? I'm not really ready for that…" With that I got up and started around the corner. Turning around for a second I whispered, "I'm sorry."
I felt so bad when I saw his face. His eyes were down cast and his mouth was trembling slightly, he looked like he was about to cry.
The sight of him like this made my heart rip in two. Tears started to fill my eyes. I quickly ran up the stair case to escape from his haunting look. I reached my door and was about to turn the glossy silver knob when I felt a warm hand on mine. I turned around to seek Luke behind me.
"I'm sorry, Bella." He whispered. "That was so sudden. I really don't want to ruin our relationship. Please I'm sorry." His green eyes were filled with worry and pain.
"Luke…" I started, but choked off. I started to sob. He pulled me into a close embrace and I cried in to his shoulder. He stroked my hair lovingly. I felt horrible. How could I be such a monster? My sobs increased in volume. Luke looked slightly bewildered.
"Bella? Bella! Are you okay?" I guess he has never heard of hormones…
Just then Edward walked in with a vase of flowers. Only then did he look up and see me in Luke's arms. "Get away from my girl!"
What was he doing here? "Edward?" I was confused.
Luke was kind of mad. "Edward!"
Edward smiled. "Edward."
Now I was just exasperated. "Uh! What do you want? You know what? I don't even want to know! Goodbye." I stomped up the stairs. This day was officially insane.
(Edwards POV)
Bella was stomping up the stairs after saying her oh so loving words to me. I turned to the guy that staring after Bella with a sad expression, poor love sick puppy. There seemed to be to many people those day, especially the people that liked Bella (myself included unfortunately!)
The boy turned to me and glared. Was that the best he got? He's such a weakling compared to me. I returned his glare making him shrink back. Now he knows how a real man glares!
Luke decided to talk instead of participate in a glaring contest. "So, how do you know Bella?"
"Oh, you know were like this (I put my fingers close together to show how close we are) forever. I was so excited to see her again."
I heard Bella screaming from upstairs. "Luke, I met Edward for first time at school today. I also still hate him."
"Ouch, that hurt Bella!" I winced.
Luke smirked at me. "Bella come down here and we can kiss and make better!" I said. Luke's nose wrinkled in disgust at the word kiss. Really though, a kiss did sound good right now, especially with Bella…
"Not even if your dreams, Edward!" Little does she know I can't dream, how ironic.
"Fine, all see you tomorrow when I come to pick you up, since Jasper won't want to after he hears about this!" With that said I turned to leave.
"Edward, no! Me and Luke aren't together he is my ex-boyfriend from Paris." Oh. That makes sense, not.
"Fine. Goodbye Bella, I'll see you tomorrow. Same with you Luke." I gave Luke an evil smile before leaving.
(Bella POV)
I felt someone shaking me awake as the light shined through my windows. Guess it was time for another hectic day of school, great. I got another hard push and flopped over on my extremely large bed.
"Five more minutes, then all get up." My voice was all groggy and I was grumbling, still tired.
I heard an unfamiliar Italian accent. "Fashion can not wait, my dear!" Just then I felt a freezing cold ice pack land on me.
"Ah!" I got tangled up in my sheets and feel to the floor, landing hard on the ground.
I felt someone grab my hand and pull me into the bathroom. Before I realized what was going on I was being pushed into a freezing cold shower fully clothed. When the water hit me full force I started shivering uncontrollably. "Cold! Cold!" I was standing there in the shower with my clothes from yesterday still on in a freezing cold shower screaming at the top of my lungs. Wow, I though, what a wonderful way to start the day!
Finally gathering up my senses I turned to the water warm and stripped off my icy clothes. Just as I was starting to relax a hand came from the side of the shower holding a towel. I started to shriek and fell on my back, landing with a giant thud.
I heard a voice come from the direction of the hand. "So she is clumsy, just like her father." How did she know my father?
I took the towel and let the water cascade down my back I a washed in this good quality strawberry shampoo.
A while later I stepped out onto the rug, rapped up in towel, preparing myself for whoever was out there. I caught a look of her, she was very pretty and she obviously knew what was in style.
She was analyzing me. "Here, get dressed into these clothes. Then all do the rest. By the way, I'm here to help you. With me here you'll never look bad."
Taking the clothes which looked way to expensive I headed to my vast walk in closet. I looked at the clothes, a small beaded white skirt which I wouldn't wear; I mean it would barely cover anything! A halter shirt that went a bit to low for my liking, and stiletto heals which would vary tragically lead to my death! This was not the best outfit for me.
Wanting to just be comfortable I grabbed a small summer dress and a light sweater that stopped just after the chest. I put on little white flats grabbed a small carry on purse. Perfect, I thought, classy but not stuck up. I walked out of my closet only to have the Italian lady look at me like I'd gone insane.
"What have you done with my perfect outfit? Then you put on this garbage!" She pointed to my outfit.
I was annoyed. Who was she to tell me how to dress? Then she insulted a perfectly cute outfit! "I don't know who you think you are but I refuse to wear the outfit, that showed off so much skin I looked like I was still in lingerie!"
Now I wasn't the only one mad. "Who am I? Who am I! I'm the most famous fashion designer ever, Maria Longoto."
Oops! I had heard of her, a lot actually. How had she ended up working for my dad? Just then I remembered a recent article talking about how she wooed all these good looking famous men and then left them. I guess my dad was next on her hit list. Little did she know my dad could never love another woman, he only had eyes for my mom. But she didn't even know my mom was here, this could be fun!
"I'm so sorry." I still needed to think of a nice way to turn down the outfit she had given me. "The outfit you gave me was a tad to tight. Also they wouldn't allow it at school." There, that will work.
She seemed to contemplate my answer. "Okay, I see what your saying. But know that you have your clothes on its time to get you ready." She pulled me over to a huge circle full of makeup and hair products. "I woke you up at two am so we would have time to get you ready. But you took a little longer than I though you would. So now we only have five hours to get ready, instead of six and a half. But I'll make it work, ready?"
All I could do was produce a little squeak although she took that as a yes. She was going to get a major payback from me for doing this. I would barely make it out alive of here. Five hours to do hair and makeup. I never knew people could get this insane. Who knows, today at school I might even get marriage proposals. What fun!
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