A/N: Well I sent my husband off on deployment this morning. Sigh... Much love to Mezmerizeme for being a totally awesome beta!

Legal Begal stuff: Stephanie Meyers owns the Twilight universe.

EPOV

The rest of my week was pretty quiet; I worked, went to class and did my best not to think about last Saturday. I still don't know why I declared to a whole bar that I still loved Bella, but I couldn't get my mind off of it, and consequently, her. There was something lingering in the back of my mind, some fear that maybe things were not as they seemed when we broke it off all those months ago.

So here I was, Friday morning, contemplating getting a woman's opinion. I knew that there was no way that I could talk to Alice or Rose. They were not only Bella's best friends, who would definitely tell her every little thing, up to and including my body language as I talked; but they would tell Emmett and Jasper, and then I would never hear the end of it. No, I needed someone outside the situation. I remembered that Heather was back in town and figured I'd talk to her.

Heather was a flight attendant. She would rotate every couple of weeks to a new city and we'd get together whenever she was in town. She was a good friend and pretty good in the sack without getting all attached. She liked to fancy herself my 'teacher' in the bedroom, I'll admit, she has taught me a thing or two, but I've been the teacher a few times myself.

I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, it only rang twice before she picked it up.

"I was hoping you would call me, I'm leaving the beginning of next week. You're such a bad boy for making me wait." I laughed at her playful scolding.

"I was hoping you would want to go dancing tonight. I know a great club downtown and we can 'catch up'."

"Sounds good, Edward. Do you remember where the place is?" The airlines had set up apartments for the attendants when they were in town. This way, they didn't need to have multiple apartments in multiple cities.

"Of course I do, right near the airport. I'll pick you up out front around seven?"

"Sounds good, I'll see you then."

I ended the call and went to find something for breakfast when my phone started ringing. Thinking it was Heather calling back I picked up the phone without looking at the caller ID.

"Miss my sexy voice that much?" I answered playfully. However, the voice on the other end did not sound amused.

"Hardly. If I ever hear you're voice agian it will be too soon."

"Bella? Why are you calling me?"

"Because, after last weekend I need to make sure that something like that never happens again. I will not have you ruining my dates by stalking me." I was getting a little pissed off at her tone, but I was not about to let her get to me.

"Why Bella? Do you have another hot date this weekend? Did it get you all hot and bothered when I kick you date's ass."

"That is none of your fucking business Edward. All I want is to know that you will stay out of my life; if you see me out with a date, I want you to pretend like we've never met. I'm not yours to be jealous over anymore. We broke up, that means we move on, it's a little hard to do that when you beat up my dates."

That's funny, I only beat up one date. I wonder if that's the only date she's had since we broke up.

"Whatever you say, it was the booze talking last weekend anyways, I have no desire to be back in your life. I just said that shit because I was drunk and horny, nothing more."

He could practically hear her roll her eyes on the other end. "Right, cause drunk and horny Edward tells me he loves me."

"He does if it will get him some pussy!" There, take that!

"Whatever, just stay the hell away from me. You got that asshole?"

"Loud and clear bitch." I slammed down the handset without even waiting for a response. Forget talking about how I feel, it's pretty obvious that we can't stand each other.

I drove to the building Heather was staying in and just as I knew would happen, she was not standing outside. I pulled up, parked the car slightly down the street, and walked toward the building's enterance to wait for her.

After about ten minutes of standing around, I was about to call it quits and go back home when Heather finally walked out.

"Sorry I'm late, did you wait long?" She asked. I narrowed his eyes at her, she was acting a little timid, and if there was one thing I have learned about Heather in the last few months, she is NOT timid. Something was going on and I asked her about it.

A look of nervousness flashed across her face briefly before she covered it up with a manufactured look of confusion. "What do you mean?" I stared at her pointedly letting her know that she was not fooling anyone.

"I just got off the phone with my ex. He wants to get back together, and I've agreed to give it a go. We were always good together and it was a stupid reason that we broke up." She looked back at her building for a moment. "I understand if you don't want to go out now. I couldn't go as anything but a friend if I want this thing to work between us."

Taking her chin in my hand, I brought her face up to look at me. I smiled at her trying to show her that it was all right. "First off, I am glad that you two are getting back together, you deserve to be happy. And second, if you don't have any other plans I would still like to take you out, as friends of course." Heather's face visibly relaxed as I spoke. "Besides, I've got an issue with my ex that I could use a woman's perspective on."

"Sounds good, let's get going then." I put my arm around her shoulder in a friendly gesture and we headed toward my car.

The club scene was well underway by the time we got there. The music was pumping pretty loudly and we had to push our way to the bar. Looking around, it was clear that there were no available tables; instead, I directed Heather to an open piece of wall away from the dance floor where we leaned up against it, sipping our drinks and taking in the scene before us.

"So," she began eyeing me intently, "tell me about your problem with your ex. You've never spoken of her much, other than to insult her."

I took a deep breath and told her all about what happened last weekend. The pictures, what my friends say I did, their opinions and even the phone calls between Bella and myself. She listened patiently through the whole story.

"So what do you think?" I asked her when I was done.

"That all depends on how you feel about her." She might have had three ears for the way I was looking at her.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Edward," she reached out and placed her hand on my upper arm. "You've told me what everyone else had to say and feel about it, but not what you feel. People can only sway how you feel if you are already feeling that way to begin with. If you truly do not want her back, then that drunken night meant nothing; but if you do still feel something for her, then you need to find a way to work it out."

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. She was right, I needed to determine how I truly felt about her before I could do anything else.

I was just about to ask her if she wanted another drink when the music stopped and a very familiar and very drunk female voice came over the speakers.

"Edward Cullen! Come out, come out, where ever you are. I know you're in here with that slut."

I turned to see Bella standing on the bar with a microphone in her hand.

Oh shit!

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