The rights to the story belong to Sabrina, writers: Ernest Lehman, Billy Wilder, and Samuel A. Taylor.

The Twilight characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

But the craziness of this other stuff is all me! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: Changes

Vienna was unlike anything Bella had ever experienced in her entire life. It'd been two months since she moved there and the moment she got off the plane... she missed Emmett.

Of course she missed her family as well. Charlie, Sue, Peter and Charlotte, Maria, Aro, Marcus, her music teacher Demetri... even Esme who took Bella under her wing and gave her this amazing opportunity as if she were her own daughter.

Bella knew that getting into one of the most prestigious colleges for the arts in Europe did not come without connections and lots of benefaction. Charlie told her not to worry about how her education was being funded... yet, she couldn't help but wonder where Charlie was getting the money to support her staying in a foreign country with a chauffeur's salary without extra support.

The point was moot because her room and bored was fully paid for, and all Bella had to focus on right now was graduating in the Spring with her Bachelor's degree in music education and composition.

The last three years Bella spent at NYU were completely memorable, and she had made lots of friends and fellow artists who were new to the field of music... but nothing compared to performing and learning in the classical composer center of the world, western Europe.

Bella hoped to travel one day to all the cities of her favorite European composers; such as Mozart, Beethoven, Bach, Puccini, Verdi, Brahms, Schubert, Schumann, Wagner, Handel... she wanted to become inspired by the sights and sounds of her new environment, then focus on putting passion into her music.

The only trouble with that idea was that her passion was thousands of miles away, across an ocean, forgetting all about her in a mansion on Long Island.

Bella knew the chance of Emmett Cullen remembering her when she came back from college was slim to none. He hardly remembered the summer they spent together dancing once a week when she was there. And it had been the best summer Bella ever spent with the Cullens... until she discovered the piano inside the music room.

Edward's piano, really. And she had been using it for months everyday without his knowledge, apparently.

After she got Esme's approval to use it for practices, it never even occurred to her that she should have asked for Edward's permission as well. Edward who made her nervous and trembled just being in the same room with him.

She never would have found the courage to ask permission to use his most treasured escape while he was home on rare occasions.

The day Edward found Bella using his precious grand Steinway, it was probably the worst day he had had thus far.

Eight years ago... The Peninsula Hotel: Chicago, Illinois

"So I was telling Irena the other day that I couldn't possibly get a wedding dress from off the rack, that would just be beyond tacky. So I told her to go down town and—Edward... are you listening to me?"

Tanya had been talking non-stop since they arrived at the restaurant downstairs at the hotel. He had been checking the stocks since they dropped and was waiting to speak to his broker all morning to see if they should sell or not. Tanya hit him in the shoulder with her stiff menu, finally catching his attention, as Edward pulled him away from his phone,

"—uh, yeah. That sounds good. Order whatever you want, babe," then he put his phone back in his pocket, seeing as how he wasn't going to get an answer from Liam anytime soon, not in the next five minutes, he said.

Tanya scoffed disgustedly and rolled her eyes, "you haven't heard a word I said, have you. You've been distracted all morning. What the fuck, Eddie? When are you going to realize you might wake up one day if you're not too careful and find that I've gone, and it will be entirely your fault."

Tanya dropped her menu on the table and crossed her long nailed fingers over her arms and raised her eyebrows defiantly toward Edward, just waiting for his response to that.

"Is that supposed to be some kind of ultimatum Ms. Denali?" Edward replied coolly, challenging her with the same poise and expression Tanya was giving him.

"No, it's a warning. There are hundreds of men who are begging to get a piece of me and are willing to listen to what I have to say. So all I'm saying is you best watch your step, or else you might just lose me."

"Is that so?" Edward challenged, finally having enough of Tanya's petty threats, ultimatums, and insufferable hints for the past two years to start planning a wedding before he's even bought her a ring or made a proposal.

And now that she's made her demands about wanting him to relocate his entire empire to fit into her carefully laid out five-year plan, just doesn't fit in with his master plan of staying in New York with his family and company.

In fact, it's always been him who had to make the effort to travel to see her because she was always too busy to make time for flying or spending the weekend at his family home rather than hers. It had always been Edward bending to her needs and desires... all except these last two things, and on this... he refused to budge or back down.

"Tanya... if there are hundreds of men lining up outside your door waiting to get into your tight ass pants, why not go with them instead and save me the trip of having to fly all the way out here to hear about them? I could find better use of my time than listening you talk about designer wedding dresses, and horny men trying to hump your leg just so you can try to make me jealous and pop the question."

Tanya was speechless until she slowly seethed out, "you're the biggest asshole I've ever met Edward Cullen. What the fuck? You used to be a gentleman, and now you're chauvinistic and just sad. I'll tell you why I'm still here, because no matter how pathetic you are I still love you... even after all that. And I have waited, just like you asked, for two years to get your head out of your ass to pop the question. Well, what's holding you back this time, boy genius? Have another excuse to wait, or are you just stringing me along for the amazing sex?"

Tanya's face had become redder than her strawberry blonde hair piled neatly on top of her head, and Edward once again noted to himself that Tanya wasn't very attractive when she became angry or upset. She looked more like a harpy than an avenging angel, and to this day Edward was still asking himself the same question since graduation... "why am I still with her?"

"You know what Tanya... you're right. You're absolutely right."

At that Tanya started to cool down and put her arms back into her lap after swinging them around everywhere like wacky-waving-flaying-arm-tube-man.

"Well this is a rare occasion, you admit that I'm right for once. And what exactly am I right about this time, Eddie?"

"First of all for the millionth time, do NOT call me Eddie. Second of all, I'm definitely still not with you for sex. And finally, you're right. I have unconsciously and unintentionally been stringing you a long for the past two years and I realize now there is absolutely no reason why we're still together.

"We obviously want different things. I've told you before more than once that I am not relocating to Chicago and I see you have no desire to move to New York. So with that being said, we obviously can't move forward with our relationship because we want different things."

Tanya was completely stunned into silence for the first time in her life. No body had ever spoken to her like that, and no one had ever broken up with her before... or had the gall to break up as if they were conducting a presentation to the board of directors for her company by naming bullet points.

"You. Fucking, Scumbag. How dare you? How dare you! Three years... I've been in love with you for THREE YEARS! I can't fucking believe this! I just wasted three years Of. My. Life!" Tanya's voice started to shout and Edward started shifting in his seat uncomfortably from the scene she was making as the other dinners stopped eating and talking in order to listen to their break up.

"You weren't in prison Tanya so your life was not wasting away... you were free to live your life the way you wanted to. I just can't see a way for us to move forward if there is no grounds for us to stay together."

"The grounds for us staying together is love, Eddie. You love me. I know you do! You just have to say it. You stayed with me and slept with me because you love me! Tell me... tell me right now that you don't love me, and I'll walk away."

Edward looked at the flustered and desperate expression of his girlfriend and tried with all this might to recall if he ever at some point felt as though he were in love.

He remembered when they first met through his parents at one of their family functions. He remembered the discussion about attending his fathers Alma mater two years a head of the rest of his peers, and Tanya promised to show him the ropes when he got there.

He remembered thinking she was attractive, and since he was mostly around older women for most his his childhood, since he started skipping grades when he was in elementary school, he liked that she was two years older than him.

Then he recalled spending a lot of time with Tanya, studying business and staying at Yale over the summer break to take extra classes so he could graduate at the same time as her, and she encouraged him to pursue his dreams.

He remembered the night she devirginized him and how his first time wasn't all that great, but he figured it would keep getting better with practice. Three years later he finally figured out it must not have been him, because he reached an orgasm about 3-10 in comparison to Tanya. So their sex life was pretty one-sided... and finally... he remembered the first time hearing Tanya say the three words, "I love you," but he does recall how it felt to hear it or if it even made a difference... because he never felt the desire to say it back.

That's when it clicked and he just confirmed what he knew all along in his heart, he wasn't in love with Tanya.

Edward looked back to Tanya said sincerely,"Tanya... I can honestly tell you that I'm very very sorry. I never meant to hurt you or for it to come to this..." Edward stood up slowly and determinately placing some large bill onto the table and grabbing his winter jacket, "take care."

He got up from the table and exited the restaurant, hoping Tanya got the hint without him having to insult her more by saying the words. But of course it wasn't in the Denali nature to give up or take it sitting down.

"Don't you DARE walk away from me, Edward Cullen!" Tanya shouted from the table, but Edward kept walking toward the exit to the wintery street outside. "You can't say the words because you know it's true! You love me, but you're too chicken shit to admit it!" She was right on his heals by the time they reached the street and she grabbed his arm through the thick black coat, and bit out through the windchill and noisy traffic.

"Tell me, right now that you don't love me, or else I'm not letting you leave! Say it!"

This was it... she wasn't going to let him off the hook without giving her the final blow, "Tanya, I'm sorry... but I'm not in love with you. I never was..."

The expression on Tanya's face wasn't sadness, hurt, or betrayal... it was rage and absolute furry which made her voice drop dangerously low and menacing, "You don't even know what love is, you ignorant little boy... and you're about to let the best thing that's ever happen to you walk out of your life forever."

"You know Tanya, you're probably right, I don't know what love is."

With that Tanya slapped him as hard as she possibly could so that her hand stung, but Edward felt nothing. He wasn't hurt inside or outside from the sting of the slap or the cold... he felt nothing... so instead he simply brushed it off and hailed a taxi, before getting in quickly he told her,

"Thank you for that. I'll let you know when I do find out what love is, because it too will probably slap me right in the face!"

Edward fumed all the way to the airport, then all two hours of his flight home, then the three hours it took for him to get picked up from the airport, wait in traffic... just so he could go straight to his Steinway to play out all of this built up anger and frustration over the worst day of his life. But when he finally got home, he was startled to hear music coming from upstairs in the music room at four in the afternoon.

Emmett never liked playing the piano... and nobody I know can play Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata like that. What the Hell? Who is that? Edward thought as he quickly climbed the staircase two at a time and quietly opened up the music room door to find someone he did not expect.

Isabella Swan? Wha? How in God's name is she playing like that when she doesn't even own a piano? How long as she been taking lessons and sneaking up here? She's playing as if she could play this piece in her sleep, but she's missing all of the dynamic markings and putting in her own style and flavor to the piece... but with just as much passion nonetheless. Still Beethoven would be turning in his grave if he heard his master piece being plays so carelessly like that.

"What are you doing?" Edward found that his voice still had a hint of anger to it from today's horrific events and he ended up startling the poor girl to death. She clumsily knocked the cover of the piano with her shaking hands and it came close to smashing her fingers which made Edward bolt inside for two reasons. One to see if she was okay, and two, to tell her to be careful with his baby.

"Be careful please. This piano is over one hundred grand and would cost a lot to fix. Are you alright? What are you doing up here?"

Shit, I still sound pissed. And I asked my questions out of order, which made me sound like an asshole; caring more about an expensive piano than this little girl hurting herself. Brilliant Edward... you're such a gentleman. First you humiliate your potty mouthed ex-girlfriend by breaking up with her in public... which will probably reach the tabloids by tomorrow, and now this. What an extraordinary day... fuck I need to play.

"Uh—I—I'm s—sorry. I didn't me—mean to, um... your mom. Ms. Esme, she—she said that I could practice... when ever your—you know... not here. I thought you were out of town. I'm sorry."

Edward noticed that Bella was practically trembling like a leaf and stuttered like he frighted the wits out of her, which instantly made him remorseful for causing the poor girl to fear him.

"No, no please. Don't leave. Where are my manners... you can stay if you like...I just. I've had a really hard day and needed to—you know... play."

Edward couldn't understand why he too felt suddenly awkward and uncomfortable in front of Charlie's daughter who he only saw on very rare occasions, and probably not since before he left to go to Yale.

She must have been seven years old at the time... right around when her mother passed away.

He remembered that she was very frightened during a violent storm and was all alone while Charlie was out driving his parents home from the city. He comforted her then... and she seemed to only fear him then in the beginning for he chose to say and sit with her so she would stop crying and trembling when she heard the lightning and thunder crashes.

She was so small then... and now she sprouted up some into a very young and awkward pre-teen... yet still trembling... and once again he felt the need to comfort her like last time.

"You were playing Beethoven," he announced to her in order to break the awkward silence. "Play it again... I'd like to hear the B section if you don't mind. You're dynamics could use improving. Where's your music I could make some notes for you."

Edward sat down presumably at the bench waiting for her to follow but Bella still stayed standing, nervous at how to act around Mr. Edward Cullen who was practically a stranger.

"Come on. I won't bite... hard," Edward gave her his famous crooked grin which had an instant calming effect on Bella's nerves and she laughed nervously before sitting down next to his tall form.

"Where is your music?" Edward asked looking at the music stand on the piano.

"I left it at home. I was just playing from memory," Bella admitted sheepishly twiddling her fingers in her lap while looking down at the piano keys. She didn't see the surprised and someone envious expression on Edward's face because he refused to admit that he still need to see the sheet music for all his piano music when he was her age. But he guessed she'd been playing for a while now.

"Okay, you can use my copy. It's over on the shelve alphabetically under 'B,'" Bella got up while Edward started to play the opening theme to the Moonlight Sonata waiting for Bella to come back.

"How long have you been playing piano?" Edward asked causally while Bella was looking at the numerous labels of sheet music, and she was still searching when she answered, "three months."

A loud discord sounded abruptly from the beautiful music which startled Bella once again because she'd never in all her years of listening to Edward play, heard him make a blunder like that.

"Excuse me? Did you say you've only been playing for three months?" he asked incredulously waiting to hear the punch line or tell him that he heard her incorrectly.

"That's right," Bella confirmed without at hint of sarcasm or lie in her eyes, and Edward suddenly started to feel sick.

He hadn't been able to start playing Beethoven for several years after he began learning how to play, and sight-read music. It took him five years to learn the skill set that she had while playing, and yet she played like it was second nature to her... with passion and confidence. Something he still struggled with to this very day which is why he never played for anyone but himself.

Edward could feel the envy start to build up inside his chest, and if he didn't clear out now, this innocent little girl was about to see a side of him, that he would prefer to remain hidden and locked away behind a large bottle of whiskey.

What a shitty day! Edward thought to himself.

"Excuse me, but I just remembered I need to take care of some urgent business in the office. Please feel free to continue practicing for as long as you wish," he stood up and feigned a warm smile before heading out of the music room, away from a very puzzled and slightly uneasy Bella who figured she must have unintentionally insulted him or made him uncomfortable with her awkward behavior earlier.

Bella had very little contact and interaction with Edward Cullen ever since that random and confusing afternoon in the music room. He kept very odd long hours, and sometimes even slept at the office in the city according to Charlie who would complain about how much stress the young man is putting himself through, just like his father, Carlisle.

Bella knew all about Edward because after all... the maids know everything and Bella knew all the maids. But it was Emmett who occupied her every thought and every fantasy and dream. Bella still had his picture cut out from the Gap ad he did last October, a year ago. He was so handsome and buff in the picture with his bare chest and open button down shirt, showing his amazing pectorals and six-pack leading down to the Gap jeans he was modeling. He was so utterly gorgeous, it hurt to look at him.

"I danced with you for a whole summer," Bella sighed out loud to the photo as if it had a life of its own and could speak back to her.

It was tacked up on her dorm wall so she could look up at stare at it whenever she felt like it... which actually was quite a lot. Suddenly a knock was heard on the other side of her door and broke her out of her Emmett induced thoughts for a brief moment.

Knock knock knock

"Coming!" Bella called out and unbolted the door to see her newest school friend Angela Weber standing outside her door with a familiar mischievous expression on her face. "Oh no. No no no, Angie I can't! I have so much work to do! I only have three bars of music written down and I need at least one movement by the end of the week! Please—"

"You, Missy, have been trapped inside this tiny dorm room long enough! It's time to get out and explore the world girlfriend. Come on! You promised!"

"But—but—" Bella was running out of excuses to go out on the town with Angela instead of staying in a moping while writing her depressing music which was so far based on missing someone terribly back home.

"NO! I won't take 'no' for an answer! I'm doing this for your own good! Your last piece sounded like a funeral march, so this is an intervention. Time to start living a little. We're in Vienna for God's sake! Let's go!"

Bella didn't have any clubbing outfits, so Angela dragged her to her room and dressed her up ready to party on the town. One hour and lots of complaining later... they were both on the strassenbahn looking for a club to go out to and have a good time for the first time in Vienna.

"Do you know where we're going?" Bella asked Angela who held her finger up and called her friend to ask where they were planning on heading.

"Okay, okay great. We'll see you soon." She hung up the phone and told Bella they needed to get off at the Schottenring U-Bahn station, then the club would be underground right beside the Donau canal.

"Wait... did you just say that the club was underground? Like literally?"

"Literally! This is going to be so amazing!" Angela bounced giddily up and down and grabbed Bella's arm while Bella tried to look excited about dancing inside a cave with shiny lights and loud pounding music.

When they arrived at their stop, they walked toward a sign that said, "Flex," and they showed their passports at the door, then bouncer let them inside the club down a long flight a stairs.

It was dark, cold, and the music was pound inside of Bella's stomach like a bass drum. Bella faintly heard Angela shout out that this was awesome, and all Bella could do without screaming was nod her head and smile.

Loud and crowded places weren't really Bella's scene but she put on a happy face for Angela and followed her deeper into the club to find their classmates. Close to the bar they found five familiar faces from their performing arts school, Sam Uley, twin Leah and Seth Clearwater, Eric Yorkie, and Mike Newton. There were two other people who Bella had not been introduced to and weren't in any of her classes.

"Hey Angie. Bella, glad you could make it! Come get a drink with us." Sam said opening his arms out welcoming us to their party.

"Hey guys!" Bella yelled waving at Leah and Seth who both smiled while Eric came up from behind Bell and picked her up by her waist, swinging her around joyfully.

"Bella's out of the dorm! Oh my God! Someone get a camera, this is a Kodak moment!" Eric exclaimed while Seth smiled shaking his head, "Lame, bro. Really lame. C'mere Bells, I wanna introduce you to my buddy. This is Jacob Black and that over there is his friend Emily."

Bella could hardly hear Seth over all the loud noises and music going on around her, but she automatically smiled and shook their hands, planning on getting to a quieter location to ask them their names again.

The first thing Bella noticed about Jacob Black was that he was tall... very very tall. He also had dark skin, black eyes, at least in this lighting, and black hair.

But his face looks kind and well... kinda gorgeous, Bella thought to herself.

It was the first time Emmett didn't pop inside her mind and the next thing the realized was that there was a plastic cup inside her hand with some kind of booze in it.

Everyone had a cup with them by the time she looked around at the small group of friend, and then they put their glasses in the middle, clinking them all together, before toasting and gulping down their drinks. Except Bella.

She was used to drinking a lot and so she chose to sip it slowly, thinking at least one of the friends will be sober enough to direct everyone else home safely. Bella was only half way through with her drink when she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and saw Jacob standing behind her. His mouth was saying something, but she couldn't make out what it was, so she called out, "WHAT?!"

Instead of yelling again, Jacob mimed them going on the dance floor to dance, and Bella laughed at his funny expressions, but then pointed to her semi-full drink not knowing where to put it. Jacob took her drink from her then gave it Seth to hold while he took Bella's hand while smiling kindly and leading her out onto the dance floor.

The club was playing a techno version of a Maroon 5 song and Bella felt Jacob grab her by the waist to start swaying to the beat.

Bella wasn't used to this kind of dancing. All the dancing she had done had planned and formulated dance steps. This was more like bobbing up and down like Salmon during spawning season.

When the song changed to another song that Bella didn't know the name to, it was more or a sultry song and people around her started bumping and grinding along with their dance partners, plus whoever else was in proximity to them.

Bella felt Jacob take the lead and he held her body closer to his tall and strong form while placing his knee between Bella's thighs. It was almost like bouncing on Peter's lap when she was ten-years-old... but much much less sexual.

Bella had never been with a man before, but she guessed it must feel something like this, only with a lot less clothes on and while lying down rather than standing up.

Her mind started to wander back to Emmett again... wondering if he ever went to clubs and danced with girls like this. She'd never seen him do it at home obviously... and she was certain he lived a much less sheltered life than she did.

In fact, Bella was now positive that Emmett must have danced like this with other girls and the thought make her stomach feel sick. Jacob noticed the expression on her face but the music was too loud to ask her if she was feeling alright. So instead her jerked his head to the side, asking with his eyes if she wanted to go sit down, and Bella nodded then pointed to the lady's room.

Bella was ready to call it a night after she returned to find most of her friends bumping and grinding on the dance floor, but she didn't feel right pulling Angela away so early. She took out her phone and chose to send her a text saying she wasn't feeling well from the booze and decided to go home before the strassenbahn closed for the night, and finished by telling her 'thanks' and 'be safe.'

When Bella finally made back on to the street level, she felt like she could finally take her first breath of fresh air in hours. She started walking toward the station when she felt someone following behind her.

"Hey wait up!"

She turned around and immediately saw the guy she was dancing with just now, but still didn't know his name. "Hey. Are you going home too?" Bella asked politely, too embarrassed to ask for his name again after dancing so intimately with him.

"Yeah. That kind of place really isn't my scene. Too loud and too crowded. Plus I have tons of work left to do at home. Seth dragged me to come out for a change and see the city."

Bella smiled and immediately felt better knowing she wasn't the only boring person on campus who hated that kind of clubbing. "Same with me. Angie dressed me up and dragged me here too. But thanks for asking me to dance, uh—" crapity crap crap... what was his name?

"Jacob, but my friends call me Jake," he held his hand out for her to shake again and Bella took it feeling more relieved for the second introduction.

"Isabella, but my friends call me Bella," she smiled back and laughed with him just as the strassenbahn stopped and allowed them to get on to head back to campus.

"So what's your major, Jake?" Bella asked to try and get to know the giant handsome stranger who seemed to be the only person tonight who was just like her in personality.

"I'm a sophomore at the musical theater division working toward my BFA. I hope to travel the world doing European tours of musicals in foreign languages and such."

"That sounds amazing. I'm a senior comp and music ed. Major. I hope to travel too, but mainly for inspiration and such. I like all kinds of music, and I hope to incorporate different ethnic music into my compositions and eventually teach kids."

"That sounds exciting too... and expensive. Would you get paid to do all that traveling?" Jacob asked sitting next to Bella while the bus suddenly starting going forward.

"Nah... I would do it for the research, then hopefully people buying my music will make it pay off in the end. Or I just need to marry a rich benefactor!" Bella joked and bumped into Jacob's side to let him know she was kidding. He laughed along with her agreeing that's what every artist needed to survive these days and if only he could find a rich cougar, then all his problems would be over.

Bella and Jacob laughed and joked the entire way back to the dorms then got off at the same stop before turning toward each other, about to part ways.

There was an awkward silence, neither of them not knowing if they just became friends who hugged goodbye, or still were acquaintances who just waved and said 'goodnight,' before walking.

"Well, it was a fun night.. and that's mainly thanks to you," Jacob said rubbing the back of his head nervously, "so thanks."

"Yeah... I had fun too. We should meet sometime again for coffee and talk some more," Bella offered casually, then just as the words came out, it sounded like she was asking him out on a date and wasn't sure how he would perceive her invitation.

"Sure, I'd love to. How about tomorrow at eleven? I'll meet you at the Starbucks on Reitschulgasse... sound good?"

"Yeah—yeah—good. Okay. See you tomorrow then. Good night!" Bella turned around and waved to him and started walking back to her dormitory wondering what just happened.

Were she and Jacob going out for coffee as friends, or on a date? She didn't know, and was too shy to ask to clarify.

Oh well... I supposed I'll find out tomorrow. Bella thought out loud to herself, then opened her door to her small room. She dropped her borrowed clutch onto her desk then plopped down on the mattress. She texted Angela to let her know that Jacob took her home and that was she back safely. When she finished typing, she looked up and saw Emmett looking down on her in his sexy black and white masculine pose.

Jacob was nice, funny, charming... and he treated me with respect. Just like a friend should.

Bella stood up and to remove Angela's clothing then put them in her hamper so she could wash them and return the clothing to her tomorrow. She automatically checked the pockets and found that there was a flier from the club, Flex, still inside. She looked at it and thought it reminded her of her and Jacob dancing together on the dance floor. She smiled then quickly decided she wanted to keep it as a memento, so she took a tack from her cork board, then stuck the postcard right next to Emmett's Gap picture covering a corner of the paper.

Bella's phone beeped with a new text message from Angela,

Bella,

You scared me half to death! Never disappear on me like that again! I'm glad you're safe and that Jake went with you. Next time, you can pick the club and it won't be so noisy! I have buzzing in my ear and I don't think it's the alcohol! Nite! - Angela

I suppose I am glad I went out tonight... I met a new friend and for the first time since I arrived in Vienna... I have a happy melody running through my head for my composition assignment, which will make Angie very happy.

Bella sat down at her desk and started scribbling down the notes inside her mind... thinking of Jacob.

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