I know that I don't have an Edward chapter, yet. But since the chapters alternate, you always hear from Edward last. I thought I might change things up and start uploading them one at a time now that the plot is really going. Anyway, happy belated Halloween. I'm going to go listen to the TWILIGHT SOUNDTRACK! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

"Can you believe it?! He asked ME! I mean, he doesn't even date and when he decides to, he chooses ME!" Jess was so excited that I had to hold the phone nearly a foot from my ear. When she finally decided to grace me with silence, I gave her a word of advice.

"Remember what I told you though. Guys don't like it when you get all obsessive around them. Sure you can act obsessive around me, but most people, especially Edward, don't really like it when you get all giggly. Let him know that you like him, but don't make it creepy. Some guys think that you're acting obsessive to get something out of the deal, even if it's just bragging rights," I advised.

So I had kind of lied to Jessica. Kind of because it wasn't really a lie, but it kind of was because it wasn't the complete truth.

When I had talked to Jessica to get my plan in motion, I knew all hope would be lots the instant I said the name "Edward Cullen." I figured that if I had just given her some guy advice, the first guy that she would aim for would be Edward. It was more of manipulation than lying. I was slowly feeling worse and worse. Not about the fact that one of my friends was now super happy, and hopefully, my closest friend would be to, but the fact that I was using my friends to avoid my problems. Edward didn't flat out tell me that I needed to find him a replacement for the person he could never have. Hell, he didn't even tell me that my suspicions were right. So really, did I have to be doing this?

The answer was: ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!Gah!

My biggest fear was that Edward would get hurt. Edward didn't seem all that ecstatic after lunch the other day. Sometimes, just being around Jessica was torture enough. It all depended on how self-absorbed she was that day. I couldn't imagine spending as much time around her as her boyfriend would, if that's how far they end up going. Plus, Jessica didn't take rejection well. The moment that she thought that the relationship was in danger, she would probably be the one to dump him. And I would be the one to blame for crushing Edward's hopes of being with someone that would be completely real around him. Not that Jessica exactly fit that description, but apparently she thought he did.

And at the same time, as annoying as she could be, I didn't want to hurt Jess. So I added a little side not for her.

"Just remember that high-school relationships don't always last forever. Just because he asked you to a dance, that doesn't mean that you're going to get married. It actually doesn't even mean you're technically dating, yet," I explained. "He's only considering things for now. Don't give him reason to change his mind."

"Thanks, Bella! You're an expert. Well, I'll call you after the dance!" she cried before hanging up.

I pressed the "end" button on the cordless phone and rolled onto my back. I laid there on my bed for a while just staring at the ceiling, contemplating what I would do when this didn't work out. I knew what I was doing could be considered wrong. But there was no way to not hurt Edward unless he prevented the hurt. The only way that was possible with this situation. He would just have to be the one to end the relationship. It sucked that either way I had to be the cause of his misery, but at least this way it was indirect.

I flipped back on to my stomach and reached for the book that I was currently reading. My friend, Angela, had told me that it the second book in its series was somewhat like my favorite book, Wuthering Heights. So far I didn't see the resemblance, but then again, I was only in the first book. It was about this girl who falls in love with a vampire. It reminded me of Jacob. A lot. Her relationship with her friend reminded me of the way that I had used to think about love before Jacob had come along. The character in the book also had a close friend who kind of reminded me of Jacob himself. Except that my Jacob wouldn't try to get me to break up with my boyfriend...then again, I never had another boyfriend before him, so I really couldn't be sure.

I finally called it a night, slipping into my sweats and turning out the lights. And at some point in the night, dreaming about what was going on at the dance. The phone rang after a while. My dad must have picked it up and told Jessica that I was asleep, because I only heard two rings before I was dead asleep again.

Monday rolled around slowly. I had far too much homework to make the weekend seem fast at all. Sunday night hadn't been that good to me either. Half the night I had spent tossing and turning hoping that my matchmaker theory hadn't ended in turmoil for either of them. The blood would be on my head. And I think I would rather pretend for Edward than handle thinking that anything else was my fault.

It almost seemed odd. Before lunch, I didn't see Edward in the halls or anything. Generally I bump into him at least once before third period, yet it had come and gone and no sign of Edward was reportable. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Did he not show up at school today, or was he just avoiding me because he figured out what I was trying to do and wouldn't accept it?

I thought I had the answer when I finally reached fourth period. Fourth period was trig: my class with Jessica. Jessica had a glow about her face and was awful jittery in her seat the entire time. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't get a word in because of the mid-tern no talking policy.

But sure enough, at the bell, Jessica raced out the door. I didn't think I would see her for the rest of the day, if she was rushing to cling to Edward, and I didn't expect to see Edward until Biology. To my surprise, as I stepped out the door, I saw Edward leaning against the wall, Jessica tapping her foot impatiently behind him.

"Would you mind if Jessica sits with us today?" he requested with his crooked smile.

WAS HE CRAZY! He might as well wear a sign on his chest that says "Sorry to lie to you Jessica, but I'm kind of a little obsessed with Bella." He had obviously left Jessica with the impression that this was the beginning of some sort of great relationship, and yet here he was asking me for consent to watch. What was he going to do if I said no. Would he be reasonable and say "okay, we'll sit somewhere else," or "okay, Jessica, I'm sorry, I'm going to have to put our relationship on hold so I could spend time with the one I really love?"

"Sure, no problem," I approved.

I must admit, it was rather funny. Edward was someone who had clearly shown his dislike for the vast majority of people, especially giggly girls. At that specific moment, he looked kind of like a pimp with one girl on either side of him. And considering the good looks and expensive clothes that he found a burden, he really looked the part.

Asking my consent at lunch was rather pointless, though, seeing as Jessica didn't allow either or us to say a word. Granted she was trying to catch me up on everything that happened at the dance since I hadn't answered her phone call. It was still rather rude. What was more surprising to me was that most of the time, it seemed as if Edward was grimacing at every little memory of that weekend's events that included Jessica. Was it really worth putting Edward through that.

Finally, we were alone in Biology and I could clear the air.

"So you and Jessica, huh?" I casually started.

"Yeah. You know it's really thanks to you. I didn't know Jessica could be so nice. She actually notices things, did you know that?" Edward marveled. "I mean, one would think that with how much she gossips, she would only think that she knew a lot about some people. But really, she's observant. Half the stuff that she predicted about me were true. I wonder if she's the one that starts the gossip, and it just gets changed down the line," he pondered.

"We'll never know..." I trailed off.

Despite how happy he seemed, I still felt a reason to be concerned. Almost a little too concerned.