Edward POV
To say I was surprised to see Bella sitting at our table is an understatement.
And the fact that she was sitting with none other than Rosalie was even more bewildering.
Rosalie wasn't nice to anyone with the exception of Emmett and Jasper. Not that she doesn't get bitchy with them too, but they also have the "privilege" to see her good side.
More than anything, Rosalie never talked to girls. She was the most cold, uptight bitch I knew and she was that way towards everyone—especially Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley.
Not sticking up for Lauren, though. I hate that bitch. Jessica, on the other hand, didn't really enjoy the cold treatment from Rosalie. Sure, she's extremely annoying, but she's always been a pretty nice person to everyone.
And Bella never talked to anyone either. Even though I'd seen her with some short chick a couple times this year.
Rosalie and Bella were talking like they'd known each other forever. Whenever Bella would feel uncomfortable, it was Rosalie who would comfort her and give her a reassuring smile. It was so confusing.
What even got me even more is when Bella laughed at Emmett and Rosalie's irritating couple arguing nonsense that they did every fucking day.
I don't even know why Rosalie hates me so much. I never have done anything to her. But ever since I'd gotten even closer to her brother, she's despised me. I remember one time me and Jasper had been discussing the whole Bella situation—I often would sit in Jasper's room moping about Bella—I'd heard a gasp by the door and a scowl. I looked out and Rosalie was there. She looked furious. Ever since then, she never really talked to me unless she had to.
Emmett tried to loosen her up and become more friendly towards me, but she never did.
I was happy to see that Emmett made one of his usual cafeteria food complaints to ease the tension. I even could see everyone relaxing immediately. Even Jessica introduced herself; she most likely wants another girl to talk to than that conniving bitch Lauren.
But I almost fucking snapped Tyler's head right off of him when he started talking about Mike Newton. He just had to bring all that shit up when Bella was right there. Worst part, he was absolutely clueless. He thought that by telling Bella that she can tell a guy off that she'd take that as a compliment. Being the dipshit he is, he thinks that girls like hearing that. Sure, guys love to hear that kind of shit, it boosts their ego. But it does nothing for girls, especially ones like Bella.
I could tell she was tense so I interlaced her fingers with mine and pulled her from the table. She didn't even realize what was going on until we reached the hallway.
"I…I'm sorry. He made you uncomfortable didn't he?" I told her, not really knowing what to say to her.
She just kept looking down at the ground and shook her head slowly. She looked so sad…it killed me.
I tilted her chin upwards and told her exactly what's on my mind.
"Bella, I need to talk to you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."
She barely even let me finish before she started going off. Let me tell you, it was not a good sight…this was not the Bella I knew. The Bella I used to know never acted this way.
"Since when? Since I moved up a cup size? Or do you think my hair is better when its cut choppy like this? Or do you think you can size up all of your friends and score? Because it's not happening."
That right there pissed me off. I cannot believe she thinks I'm just trying to get in her pants. She knows me. I care about her. We used to be best friends but she's seemed to have forgotten that little fact.
"So that's what you think of me now. You know me, Bella."
I found myself sounding angrier than I intended.
"Not anymore," she said under her breath.
This time I barely let her finish. I had to get everything I'd been feeling out of my system. This might be the only chance I have.
"If you must know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Ever. You wouldn't fucking realize that because—"
"Because what, Edward? Because you totally shut me out of your life and now expect me to be all cordial to you? You think we can skip along holding hands like Hanzel and Gretzel to a fucking candy house and pretend like these last three years never happened?"
Who the hell does she think she's talking to? When she talks like this, it makes it hard believe that she ever even did care about me. Seeing me hurt obviously has no effect on her.
"No, Isabella. That's not what I think. I care about you. But now you've turned…you've turned into a complete bitch."
I even used her full name. I used to do that when we would get mad at each other because of little things back when we were close.
I left her standing in the hallway. I know I was being an ass, but don't I have a reason to be hurt too? It takes two to end a friendship.
I reentered the cafeteria and Rosalie was staring at me with widened, worried eyes.
"Where's Bella?" she asked in a concerned tone.
"Why the fuck do you care?" I scowled.
Then, Rosalie's fist pounded on the table. Her face was beet red and her teeth were clenched. I have never seen her this way. She always seemed unintimidated and uninterested about everything. She was always calm when she would say snide remarks and give bitchy glares. She never lost her cool.
The whole table was looking at us by now, along with most of the lunchroom.
Emmett went to comfort her, but she brushed his hand off of her and stormed out of the cafeteria with all eyes on her.
Emmett looked at me and did he look pissed.
"Look asswipe, you better watch how you talk to my girlfriend." Emmett said with blazing eyes. "Fuck face," he mumbled as he passed me to retrieve his bitch of a girlfriend.
Later at dinner, Carlisle couldn't understand why neither me or Emmett would speak. We barely ate and then disappeared into our rooms.
I tried to listen to my ipod but I couldn't concentrate on anything.
I don't know why I did it, but I looked out of my window over to Bella's.
And that's when I saw it: Charlie colliding his hand to Bella's face, sending her to the ground.
I felt my heart stop at the sight.
xoxo, B.