A/N: Hey guys, I'm getting these chappies out as quick as I can, so here is chapter four of What Happens Next. Enjoy, and remember to click on that little review button! I love you all!

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Prologue

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Fear is how I fall, confusing, confusing what is real…-Linkin Park.

Chapter Four: Crawling

Bella's Point of View

He couldn't be here. But he was. And I was royally screwed. Why, oh why must life absolutely suck? What did I ever do, what crime did I ever commit, to deserve this pain? "Bella, I—" I lashed out at him, whispering, "Don't call me that!" harshly. I couldn't bear to hear it. I looked at the clock. Thirty more minutes. I raised my hand shakily, and asked, "C-Can I go to the nurse?" The teacher nodded, and said, "Cullen! Take her to the nurse." I almost yelled out in protest, but the teacher gave me a look, so I shut it. I was thinking of possible ways to run away from him. As we exited the classroom, I felt him brush my arm, and then, I fainted.

I woke up, but I couldn't see anything but black. I raised my head, seeing his face, and cringed into whatever was holding me. Then I realized what was holding me, and I panicked. "P-Please! PUT ME DOWN!" I protested. He let go of me, and I ran away, not looking back, until I heard him say my name again. "Bella…" He breathed. He sounded pained. I stopped and turned. "Yes?" I whispered. I don't know why I stayed. It hurt so much already. He walked towards me, and I shifted my eyes to my shoes. "Bella, Bella, look at me." I shook my head. Then, light as a feather, I felt a hand tilt my face up. It was then that I noticed how much he'd changed, and yet how much he'd stayed the same. He was no longer the chubby little boy I once knew and loved. He was no longer the fifth grader that all the girls chased on the playground. He was the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen. I gasped, taking in his face. Then, he leaned in. No, no, no, please, I won't be able to resist you! I thought frantically. He had that look in his eyes. You know, the look that all boys get when they're about to kiss you. And, mere inches from my face, he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bella, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm sorry for leaving you, and I'm sorry for lying to you." I started crying yet again. "You're saying sorry?" I whispered. He nodded, letting go of me. I took a wary step back. The look in his eyes scared me. It was the same look he'd had five years ago. And it scared me. Then, it clicked, and I was begging him. "No, please! I just found you! Don't leave me again, please." But he shook his head. "I have to. Bella, I-I'm only doing this for closure. We can't be friends. Not now, not ever. I'm sorry." I burst into tears and slapped him across the face, fleeing the school just as the bell rang.

Edward's Point of View

What had I done? I just stood there as students moved around me, holding my cheek. I had almost fled the classroom when she'd come in, until I saw her eyes. She had been crying. Bella had been crying. I also noted, mad now, that she a nasty bruise on her face. I felt horrible. But the tears weren't caused by me, were they? So why did I even care?

Bella took the only empty seat, right next to me. She hadn't screamed or hugged me yet, so I chose not to inform her of who she was taking a seat next to. Instead, I wrote out a little note.

"Why are you crying?" it read. She sniffed, and her pen moved furiously across the paper. "None of your damn business." Okay then. I thought to myself. I scratched out a 'yes it is' onto the paper, and handed it back. Obviously annoyed, she, to my horror, turned to see who was bothering her so profusely. And from the look on her face, I could tell she wished she hadn't. "Bella," I started, but she freaked out, and whispered, "Don't call me that!" I sighed. This was going to be difficult. She raised her hand, and said, "C-Can I go to the nurse?" Some girls in the back snickered, but she ignored them, and excused herself right when the teacher nodded. She seemed grateful for the escape, and that angered me. All I wanted was some sort of closure, not a happy reunion. I don't think she understood. I raised my hand, and when called on, I gestured to Bella. Thankfully, Mr. Banner understood, and said, "Cullen! Take her to the nurse." I nodded, almost too enthusiastically, and ran out after a fleeing Bella. As we both exited the classroom, I heard her suck in a huge breath, and she crumbled into my side. Hurriedly, I shut the door, and picked her up, beginning to walk towards the nurse's office. About halfway there, Bella stirred, and groaned, and raised her head up, probably to see who was carrying her. When she saw my face, she cringed into me. Why? I thought she hated me? Maybe she was just disoriented, thinking that the face she saw and the person holding her were two different people. But I really hoped not.

Unfortunately, my fears were confirmed, she gasped, and struggled in my grip. "P-Please! PUT ME DOWN!" Not wanting to upset her more than I had to, I obliged, setting her cautiously on her feet, praying she wouldn't faint yet again. She didn't. Damn. I mentally hit myself. I had been hoping that she just might faint, so I wouldn't have to end this deadlocked friendship, if you could even call it that. But I now reminded myself of what I had to do, stepped forward, and explained things. And so here I am, my cheek stinging, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Screaming at myself to wait just a bit longer, to not cry right now, just two more hours, I sucked it up, and began to pack my things, heading off for football practice.

Bella's Point of View

I walked home, crying, as I thought about Edward. I could finally think his name, but that probably wouldn't last for very long. He'd just ended our undefined friendship. Why? What happened? What could I have possibly done to anger him, provoke him into doing this? I had absolutely no idea. I wanted to scream, cry, punch someone. Preferably the person who'd caused all this pain. I had slapped him across the face, and felt some sort of release in doing so. When I got home, Emmett was waiting. He looked furious. "I saw everything Bella. At least, I thought I did. He hit you, didn't he?" I gasped. My bruise! I'd forgotten all about it. I quickly explained, and Emmett looked disappointed.

"What is it?" I asked, annoyed. He sighed heavily. "I was really hoping that I would have some reason to punch him where the sun don't shine, but now I have none. Damn!" I almost laughed at his reasoning. Almost. But I had no more happiness left in me. I just shook my head, and went up to my room, not bothering to come down for anything. As I lay in bed that night, I realized how pathetic I was, and scolded myself for it. I shouldn't let him get to me. He was an ass, so why do I care? The Edward I used to know and love was no longer, he'd left long ago, I could see that now. I shouldn't let him get to me, so I won't, I thought bitterly to myself. Tomorrow I'm starting over, it's a new day. I will be happy. I managed a fake smile, even though I didn't have to go through the effort, because no one was even in the room with me. But I did anyways, just to smile again. I needed to practice, after all, if I was going to be genuinely happy starting tomorrow. Well, not exactly genuinely happy, at least not yet, but looking it for now was the most important thing. I felt as if this whole thing was some epic battle, that I needed to win, but no matter how hard I tried, the enemy still had the upper hand. He'll always have the upper hand. But now, I smiled evilly, not a happy smile, not even a fake smile, but one of pure malice. It scared and thrilled me. But that doesn't mean I can't fake it. With that, I slipped into an uneasy slumber, thinking about what might happen the next day.

Edward's Point of View

After football practice, I decided that my entire personality and behavior as of late had been pathetic. I shouldn't let this, this girl, get to me. And the best way to show her that she wasn't going to get to me, was to get to her.

Okay, that was slightly psychotic, and extremely rude of me to think that way, but at that moment, I could care less. Even though I knew I had been the one to hurt her, I still managed to feel raw anger and frustration towards the girl. So, without thinking, I called the number I had thought I'd never use in a million years.

The phone rang twice, before being answered. "Eddie?!!!!" I cringed at the horrible nickname, and the grating voice on the other line, and winced as I answered back.

"Hi, Lauren?"

A/N: The next chapter will definitely be a lot longer; I just felt that I needed to split this chapter in half. Sorry, I didn't explain that right. I mean, There was a whole other half I had planned out, but I felt that the two needed to be separate chapters. Review! I'm seriously on the verge of begging right now! I mean, really! I have gotten NO reviews so far! I hate to do this, but unless I get at least ten reviews, I'm putting Miss Congeniality on temporary hiatus! I will update on that with another chapter, a chapter that's just lying here, waiting to be posted, once I get ten reviews, but until then, Miss Congeniality will be temporarily put on my Hiatus list. I'm really not feeling the love here guys! So clicky, clicky on that little blue button! I love you all! Sorry!

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