A/N: A HUGE thanks to everyone that has reviewed, favorited, alerted and just read this story! Mezmerizeme and ZenOne, I love you girls! If your not reading their stories, you are seriously missing out! Okay this is a short chapter but I ended it here for a reason.

Legal Begal stuff: Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer.

EPOV

I spent much of Sunday recovering from my hangover. Emmett had all sorts of "home remedies," but I wasn't about to try one. After multiple Tylenol, lots of water, a couple of wheat grass shots, I was pretty close to normal.

I was glad I didn't have any classes Monday morning, and work didn't begin until 10. Of course, working with Emmett and Jasper meant that I would have to hear more about my little antics at the bar. We worked at Tanner Paintball Field where the pay was decent, the hours were great and we were able to paintball as much as we wanted, for free. Jasper was the manager on our shift, which worked out well for him since he was going to school for business management. He called it great job experience.

We only had a few groups come in and after we got them armed and set up to wage a full on paint war, we sent them on their way. We sent Ben, the field safety guy, out to keep an eye on them and we sat down to lunch. Of course the ribbing and questions began immediately.

"So, Edward..." Jasper began, taking longer than necessary to get my name out from his lips, a full on smirk on his face. "Some show Saturday night. Did I detect some unresolved feelings for the, and I am quoting you here, 'Two-timing Bitch from hell'?"

Emmett laughed at his question and batted his eyelashes as he did his best sissy impression, "Oh Bella, I still need you!"

I slapped my hand over my face, hoping this was all a bad dream.

"What the hell was I drinking? It had to be the alcohol. There is no way in hell that I need her to come back into my life." I roughly crossed my arms and huffed as if to prove my point.

Emmett laughed again, "Jack and Coke dude, like you always drink. And I have serious doubts that it was the alcohol talking. It may have oiled your jaw, but the words were all you bro."

Of course, Jasper just had to chime in too, "You know Edward, they say that it's impossible to lie when your drunk, your brain isn't working fast enough for it."

I glared at them, wishing someone would come along and need something so I could be rescued from this nightmare. I was caught up in a daydream of choking both Emmett and Jasper while Bella was tied up in a corner, the next on my hit list, when Emmett's voice brought me back to reality.

"So it is true?"

"Is what true?" I knew what he meant, but I needed a moment to ask myself the same question.

"Do you still love her? You were pretty insistent about it, there has to be some truth to it." His eyes were soft and full of something that looked a lot like pity and a little bit of hope.

I shook my head to clear it of all the questions running around and went for the safe answer, the one I would stick with until I was sure why I said those things to her.

"Of course not. I don't know where that all came from, but love is the last thing I feel when I think of her; it s more like extreme pissed-offness."

"Of course, they say that you have to love someone extremely to hate them extremely. The same amount of energy is expelled or some shit like that."

I groaned as I dropped my head to the table, "Shut up Jasper."

BPOV

I had three classes Monday morning. I took my recorder along because I wasn't sure I would be up to taking notes, I was still pissed off about Saturday night. No one could piss me off as much as Edward. After class I headed off to work; Alice, Rose and I worked in the Sports Chalet at the mall. It was decent hours and pay, and we got great discounts. Edward used to love my job because he got great discounts on stuff for the paintball field he worked at; that was probably why he wanted me back.

I worked in the gun sales department; I was well versed in weapons since my dad was a police chief back home. He made sure I knew how to handle a gun, up to, and including field stripping every type the police force had. I guess he hoped I'd be a cop one day too. Not so much, but the guys thought it was sexy as hell to watch me at the firing range, so who was I to complain.

This morning though, I was caught up in how Edward's head would look if I shot a hole through it with one of the multiple high powered weapons before me. I was thinking about which would take the longest to kill him, which would just blow his head clean off or maybe, I would just shoot out his eyeballs with a BB gun.

My shift went pretty slow since it was a weekday, but soon enough, it was time for my break. Alice, Rose and I always took our breaks together so we could spend some time talking. I grabbed a bottle of water from the machine in the break room and sat at the table with my girls. Of course, I should have known that they would want to talk about Saturday. No doubt, their boyfriends, and Edward's best friends, Emmett and Jasper, would have already filled them in.

"So... How did your date go Saturday night?" Alice asked with a full on smirk. Rose leaned in and rested her head in her hands, anxious to hear my answer.

"I'm sure you already know about it. Edward showed up and picked a fight, then embarrassed me in front of the whole bar."

Rose rolled her eyes, "We know that Bella, but how was the date? And is he staying around? Or did Eddie-boy scare him off."

"The date was a total bust, and even if Edward didn't scare him off, I doubt I'd be going on any more dates with him."

Alice looked shocked; after all, she was the one that had set us up. "But Bella, he was perfect for you: smart, sweet, a total fine piece of man meat, and looking for a committed relationship."

"Yes Alice," I beckoned her to lean closer, "he was all of those things, and he IS looking for a committed relationship; with a man." Alice's eyes grew large as saucers as she took in the information, and then she burst into a fit of laughter. Rose followed her and I couldn't help laughing as well.

Once we had recovered from our laughfest, Rose took on a serious tone. "So do you think he still loves you?"

"I honestly don't know."

"I think the more important question is: do you still have feelings for him?" Alice added.

"Oh I have feelings alright, just not the ones he was talking about. I would however, love to shoot him and mount his head on my wall." I smiled at the mental image.

"So you'd love to mount his head huh?" Rose winked at me.

"Oh shut up." I said as I tossed my now empty water bottle at her.

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