Brief A/N: If anyone touches you without your express permission, it is not okay. Stand up for yourself. Be heard. The contents of this story are fictional and as such are only briefly mentioned for the storyline purpose. No harm is intended.
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Chapter 9: Let Go, I've Had Enough
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My eyes widened in shock and surprise as Jake's lips pressed forcefully against mine.
Wolf-whistles and cat-calls filled my ears as people clapped and cheered from all around me.
NO!
Edward.
What will he think?
I have to stop this, put an end to it. It's not right, it doesn't feel good.
I pushed against his arms with all my might, silently telling him to let go of me but he wouldn't listen. I tried pulling my face back from his but whenever my head moved, his moved with it. My voice wouldn't work; I was too terrified of egging him on. So I did the next natural thing, I froze. My body locked down, I was as still as a statue against his big structure.
Sure, I wanted to be kissed right now, but not by him. No, definitely not by him.
He released me quickly — thank the Lord — with a big, smug smile on his face.
I stared at him in shock for a few moments, unsure if what had just taken place actually happened or if I was hallucinating from the alcohol. My lips throbbed uncomfortably, insisting that it hadn't been a nightmare.
This didn't sit well with me, my stomach clenched uncomfortably and my head swam on overdrive with too many thoughts running around.
"Go wait outside for me please, Jacob," I said quietly as I forced myself to reawaken. I was torn between yelling at him in the crowded space or doing it in the privacy of my own home where I could use all the bad words I could think of.
His tall frame turned from me. Putting his hands in his pockets, he whistled as he left Alice's party — all with a smile still in place. I saw some people clapping him on the back as he strode past them.
I whirled around, looking for Edward to tell him — no, to plead to him — that it wasn't what it looked like.
Edward and I weren't together as a couple, but I felt… wrong — like I'd betrayed him and I needed to explain.
But he'd disappeared.
My eyes darted around quickly, searching through the mass of people that had somehow surrounded me in the short time of that assault. Feeling everyone's eyes on me, my blush made its way to my face. I was literally burning with embarrassment.
I found Alice first. Her eyes were round, eyebrows arched, and mouth shaped into an, what I would have found hilarious in any other situation, "o". Going to her, I reached a hand out to grab hers.
"Alice, please, I need to talk to Edward. Did you see where he went?" I knew my voice sounded frantic, but there was no way to help it. I was shaking inside.
"Edward? Why do you want to talk to him? Your boyfriend's waiting for you at your apartment," she said slowly, confusedly, as she blinked away her surprise.
"He's not- that's Jake- we're just-" I fumbled out. My mind obviously wasn't working correctly; I couldn't concentrate on which facet of truth I wanted to tell her first.
"I think he left, Bella. Edward… left," she said softly. There was something in the glint of her eyes that made me feel extremely bad. I could also see the wheels of her mind turning, thinking about something.
"He's gone?" My voice sounded hollow, empty, hoarse.
She could only nod her head.
"If he comes back Alice, you have to tell him… God, please tell him that Jake's nothing more than a friend."
Its not like Edward and I were betrothed to each other or anything, but I needed the chance to explain. I needed for him to understand…
She nodded again and I took it as my silent cue to leave. There was nothing more I could do here.
I felt defeated. I turned from her slowly and hung my head. I'd ruined her party and there was nothing I could do to make it up to her. She probably thought that I'd lied to her about not having a boyfriend. I couldn't lie to Alice; honestly I had no reason to do so.
My heart ached. How the hell could this have happened? One second we were having a good time and the next it'd all been blown to hell. My stomach clenched again. I was a failure, a menace. I didn't deserve to be there.
I was definitely throwing up and taking a long, hot shower after I ripped Jake a new one. How dare he make me feel like shit.
I walked slowly out of Alice's apartment, afraid of all the stares that were following me. For the most part, everyone had gone back to conversing in little groups strewn across the apartment, though I could hear people's hushed tones and stolen glances as I passed by them. For all I knew, everyone thought my boyfriend had just suddenly crashed Alice's party and swept me off my feet. Oh, how wrong they were.
Finally making it to Alice's front door, I stopped and stared at Jake across the hall. It seemed like forever ago that Edward was in the exact same position that Jake was in now. He leaned against the wall next to my apartment door, whistling softly to himself.
I shook my head at myself. They were two completely different people, with completely different tastes and attitudes. It was unfair to compare the two of them together.
Reaching down to grab the key from under the mat, Jake stepped away from the wall.
"We didn't have to leave the party, Bells. It looked pretty fun, plus there was food!" He said enthusiastically, sounding a lot like a little kid.
"I can't talk to you out here, we need to be inside," was my cold answer. That way no one can say for sure that it was me that murdered you…
Straightening up, I reached for the doorknob and unlocked it, ushering him inside while I attended to the alarm. As soon as the door closed I whirled on him. He stood before me casually, as if nothing were wrong.
"You can't just… just… attack me like that, Jake!" I said loudly.
A perplexed look was all I got back.
"Gah!" I screamed while I threw my hands up in the air.
"Do you not understand what you just did back there?" I continued.
"Bella, I kissed you! Big deal! It's not like we haven't kissed before," he said defensively.
"I didn't want you to kiss me, Jake! And besides, we're not dating anymore! There's no reason for you to do that," I spoke angrily.
"Just because we aren't dating doesn't mean that my feelings for you have faded away. Bella, you know that I love you," he said seriously.
"Don't do this Jake. Please, don't do this," I whimpered. Don't pull the L card on me.
"It's true! Bella, you're it for me. I've looked for someone else that could make me feel a fraction of what I feel for you, I can't find anyone. No one compares to you," he said as he walked towards me.
I held my hands up in front of me, blocking off his advances. "You can't say that, Jake. You're only twenty years old for Christ's sake!
"But I can say that. I can say it because I am sure of it, I'm sure of you. Don't you love me?"
Oh, low blow, dude.
"Of course I do. You know that I do. But I don't love you like that, like the way you say you love me. You're family, Jake. You're one of my best friends," I pleaded with him, tears forming in my eyes
"What's your point? You're one of my best friends too, but I still love you," he said softly.
"Jake…" I sighed as I scrubbed at my face with my fingers. Wasn't he getting this? How many times did I have to say it wasn't romantic love I felt for him? I guess it's time to pull out the big guns and be blunt.
I drew myself up to my full height. "No."
"No? No what?" he asked as he scrunched up his brow.
"No more, Jake. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that I don't feel the same way you do," I replied sternly.
"You'll grow to love me that way." Now it was his turn to plead. I felt my heart tear. I am such a horrible person. No one deserves to be talked to this way, not ever.
My voice wavered as I responded, "I don't want to grow to love you. We've been in each other's lives for so long that if I haven't grown to love you yet, I won't. You'll always be a friend to me, always. You're an attractive, caring man, Jacob Black. Someone will see that and love you for it, but that person isn't me."
He began walking towards me once more. The tears fell from my eyes as I blocked him again, "I can't do this anymore, Jake. I need for you to leave now."
I saw the hurt in his eyes, which I was sure were mirrored in my own.
"You're breaking my heart, Bells," he said softly.
"I wish I didn't have to," I whispered as my throat clenched with a pending sob.
I moved away from the door so that he could leave, my eyes never leaving the floor.
I. Felt. Like. Scum.
As he brushed past me, I felt him place a feather light kiss on the top of my head. Closing my eyes briefly, I tried to contain the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I just needed to hold onto my composure for another minute until he left. Surely I could do that for him? For me?
The door clicked softly and I silently counted to ten. I could hear his footsteps echo down the stairs and as soon as I couldn't hear them any longer, I let myself go to pieces. I leaned back heavily against the door and slowly slid down it until I'd come to rest on the floor.
The music from Alice's party had quieted substantially. No longer could I hear the dull thumps of the bass, though some melodic crooner was singing to my soul.
My cries turned into wails and I tried my hardest to contain them but my heart was having none of it.
Timid knocks sounded on the front door, echoing through my body as I let it bear my weight.
My noises subsided; I didn't want to attract any attention to myself or my now ruined make-up job.
The knocking started again, rattling my bones. I slipped off my shoes, it would be hard enough to get up from the floor without my eyesight being degraded, and I didn't need my feet making it worse. Once upright, I looked out the peephole to see who it was that needed something of me right now.
Rose.
I cracked open the door an inch. "Rosalie? What's going on?" I sounded horrible, like I'd had a terrible bout of the flu and couldn't blow my nose to save my life.
"Let me in, Bella," she said immediately, sounding angry.
"Wha-?"
"Cut the shit, Bella. Just let me in already!" She tapped a foot and propped the opposite hand on her hip. She meant business.
"Okay, okay," I answered hastily as I opened the door more to let her in.
She breezed in and came to a stop right behind me in the entry way. I closed the door, becoming slightly afraid of her attitude.
"Rose, what's going on?" I croaked.
"You. Sit down, we need to talk," she said tersely as she pointed towards the living room.
I complied immediately. She meant business about whatever it was that was on her mind. She sat down next to me on the couch, I sniffled quietly as she got situated and faced me.
"So what's with all this?" she asked while gesturing to my face.
"Personal stuff, nothing I need to bore you with," I said quietly.
"Well, that's what I'm here about, personal stuff. So you can either tell me now or wait until I'm done speaking. And since you don't want to talk about it at the moment, I'll just plow right through," she said swiftly.
"I like you, Bella. I do. You stand up for the people I care about, you're funny and really easy to get along with. But this thing with Edward — whatever it is — needs to be taken care of."
Edward? Shit, I don't even know what there is between him and me.
"I'm not following," I said slowly.
"The two of you are obviously attracted to each other. Why not do something about it?"
WHAT DID SHE DRINK AT THE PARTY AND WHERE CAN I GET SOME OF HER DELUSION?
I started sputtering, "Wha- no, he can't possibly- you must be mistaken."
Rose started blankly at me.
"What about Tanya?" I asked incredulously.
No matter what planet you were on, I'm pretty sure cheating is a big 'do not pass go' and 'do not collect $200'.
"What about her? I mean, yeah, she's a bitch and a half, but she won't be a problem."
My eyes must have been as wide as saucers.
"What? You've met her, you know how she acts," Rose continued.
Oh, boy was I confused.
"Wait a minute… You are opposed to Emmett cheating on you, right?"
"Hell yes! Who's the slut and where'd you hear it from?" she replied angrily, starting to get up from her position on my couch.
"No! No, that's not what I meant at all," I replied while reaching out a hand to grab her arm and still her movements.
So if she was against cheating, why would she propose that Edward and I do it?
"Then why'd you bring it up? Way to give me a heart attack," she answered sourly while settling herself back into the cushions.
"Tanya would be against cheating as well, right? Unless she's a closet free-thinker, I would have thought she needed to have her hand on someone's throat all the time." I thought out loud.
She furrowed her brow at me, "I guess she's against it too. But honestly, what are we talking about her for? She doesn't have anything to do with you and Edward."
I looked at her confusedly.
Of course Tanya has everything to do with Edward and me. First off, 'Tanya and Edward' exist, while 'Edward and I' don't. Secondly, she and Edward were engaged to be married, Edward and I were not. And thirdly, she and Edward had everything in common, where as he and I didn't.
Rose took my silence as a cue for her to continue on with the conversation.
"So, before we got sidetracked with cheating and Tanya, I'd asked you a question. And since I'm thinking about it, what was with that kiss between you and tall, dark, and bulky? It didn't look like you were too into it, unless it was a first time occurrence."
"That's what I was crying about. His name's Jake, we've been friends for a really long time," I said while sniffling again.
"So he's your boyfriend? I thought you said you didn't have one?" she replied.
"He's not and I don't. We dated a while ago, back when I lived in Forks with Charlie," I answered.
She looked confused at my slip of using Charlie's name, so I clarified, "Oh, sorry, Charlie is my dad."
She blinked and nodded for me to continue. "Anyway, Jake's the son of my dad's best friend and since they hung out together all the time, so did Jake and I. Eventually we decided to try out the whole dating thing."
"Who ended it?" She asked.
"I did. He just wasn't… it for me. I didn't have the butterflies in my stomach for him." Not like I do for Edward.
"So why'd he come over? Alice didn't mention you would be bringing anyone," she asked.
"It was completely unplanned, I had no clue that he was coming over. I'd called him earlier and he didn't pick up, but I left him a voicemail. I guess he never got it…" I trailed off.
"Yeah, seems so. But why are you crying? I can see if he's a really bad kisser, but the look on your face isn't one of disgust, it's more like sadness and grief."
She was observant all right, pesky Barbie doll.
"After we left Alice's we came over here and I started yelling at him. He told me that he's still in love with me and I'm the one for him. Twenty fucking years old and he is ready to settle down and shit. I'm older than him and I'm not even close to being ready. I could understand it if he was my one, but he's not and I had to tell him that." I stopped so that I could take a breath and shake my head, the tears forming in my eyes once again.
"God, I've been telling him that for years and I guess this time I said it the right way for him to finally understand. I don't want him, I want-" I cut myself off, taking shuddering breaths as my inner torment clouded over me. Close call, Bella. Don't spill the beans on what you can't afford to get your heart's hopes up for.
"Yes? What is it that you want, Bella?" Rose asked softly, eagerly.
"I want something I can't have," I answered quietly.
A pregnant silence hung over us, our minds thinking about everything I did and didn't say.
Rose cleared her throat after a second and spoke again. "Don't worry about Alice, she's usually, 'the more the merrier' kind of person. She's just all kinds of shocked though. None of us have ever seen Edward act like that," she stated while shaking her head.
"Like what? What happened?" I was so preoccupied with the domination of my mouth that I didn't know what had happened to him. I needed to know desperately.
"Well, Em and I were in the living room, talking with Jessica and Mike when — Jake, right? — Jake came in. We heard him talk to you for a minute and then molest you with his mouth. Disgusting form, by the way, he definitely needs to work on his approach. Next thing I knew, Edward was storming past us towards the kitchen and then barreled out through the front door with the bottle of tequila in his hand. He looked pissed off as fuck, jaw clenched and fists all balled up. We don't know where he went. He's not answering his phone or texting anyone back. Well, he wasn't while I was still there at least."
"Why?" I asked.
"All we can figure is that he wants to be alone," Rosalie replied, shrugging.
"No, I mean why did he react like that?" I snorted unattractively through my snot filled nose.
"Honestly, it's probably because of you," she said seriously as she glanced over at me.
"Me? What'd I do?"
"Oh, please. Like we haven't seen the two of you eye fucking each other every time you're both in the same room. Or the breathy way you say his name, or the way he shifts his legs whenever we're talking about you."
"What?! I do not say his name breathily. And we do not eye fuck each other," I bristled. Granted, I'd like to personally, physically fuck him, but that's beside the point.
"You do too, and he flirts right back so don't get your panties in a twist. I say you should go after him. Okay, Em and I say you should. I haven't talked to Alice and Jazz about it yet, but I'm pretty sure they'd feel the same way."
I blanched.
What on God's green Earth was she talking about? Have I been transported to an alternate universe?
An errant thought crossed my mind, and I spoke it out loud. "Wait, you guys talk about me?"
"Definitely, you're one of us now. It's not like we're saying anything mean, it's always: 'I wonder what Bella's doing?' or 'When are we going to see Bella again?'. My favorite is, 'I can't wait to get Bella drunk, I bet she's loads of fun!'. See? We all like you and want you to be around us more," Rose said as she patted my hand.
I smiled at her, glad to have made a good friend in Rosalie.
"What do you mean by shifting his legs?" I asked slowly. This one slowed me down a little bit in the thought process department. Do I make him want to run away? Do I make him itch?
She looked at me like I was the stupidest person in the world. "Really, Bella? Has it been that long since you got laid? Don't tell me you're a virgin."
"Well, it's been- but what does- ohh." Cue the light bulb… ding. Wow Bella, you're really smart tonight.
I blushed three different colors of red as I recalled the incident on Alice's move-in day. "Um, no. I don't think that'd happen because of me."
"Fine, don't believe me. But the next time you're around him, watch his body language. You'll see it for yourself," she said while smirking.
Watch his body language? Wasn't I doing that already?
"Now, you look like you need to call it a night, sweetheart. Your make-up's all smeary and you've got snot starting to leak from your nose. We'll be over tomorrow morning with your gifts and then we'll take you out to breakfast. Be up and awake by ten, hooker." She kissed me on the cheek and then stood up, walking to the front door before I could object.
"Hey, Rose," I called out from my seat on the couch.
She stopped with the front door propped open, one foot already outside, and turned back to me.
"Thanks," I said gratefully, flashing a genuine grin at her.
"Anytime," She said softly before closing the door.
I expected to be completely exhausted when Rosalie left, not the completely excited, practically vibrating person I was.
A million thoughts were running rampant through my mind, all of them focused on Edward.
Was he okay?
What was going on with him?
Did I really give him a hard on just by thinking about me?
The thought alone made a wave of arousal pass through my body and my girlie pink parts clench.
I needed something to calm me down, I was a jumbled mess and there was no way I could even try sleeping right now. In any which case, it was still early and I was not old enough to call it a night at eight thirty. Bolting up from my seat on the couch, I locked my door and jogged lightly to my room.
I was going to take care of my wet panty debacle. That would calm me down, I hope.
I slid my shoes off inside my closet. No more mishaps would be occurring tonight, nu-uh no way José.
I had the belt of my dress off in seconds and the dress whipped up and over my head in half the time.
I was fucking eager as hell.
I stood panting in my bra and underwear, debating if I should do it in the shower, or on my bed.
The possibility of running out of hot water sent me dashing to my bed, unhooking my bra as I sat down. I removed the clip from my hair, not wanting to gain a headache while I was supposed to be relaxing my body.
I rolled back and shimmied out of my panties before flinging them in God knows what direction. As my back settled onto the mattress, I pulled the hair out from under my body, getting more comfortable. Nothing ruined an orgasm like your hair impeding your head's movement.
Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths, willing my heart to flutter back to a somewhat normal rhythm. My hands drifted lazily over the tops of my breasts, drawing large circles around my already buzzing nipples.
I imagined Edward, God, it was difficult not to. His hands were my hands, drifting and caressing my skin like a symphony. Finally I reached up to one of my puckered peaks and pinched it lightly; pulling at the skin and making a shot of electricity run through my body. The moan caught in my throat was low and my back arched from it.
Edward's eyes were staring at me now, his emerald orbs dancing with amusement at my lack of control. His sexy smirk was back and I rubbed my thighs together to create some sort of friction.
A hand grazed my abdomen slowly, running fingers over my skin as I whimpered. I felt tingles spread throughout my body, every fine hair I had standing in attention away from my skin.
He'd become shirtless somehow, the toned musculature of his torso beckoning me with an alluring happy trail that led between the well defined "V" of his hips. I watched as one of his hands reached out towards me, his long fingers looking magical in the dim light.
My juices were running down the lower part of my pussy lips, I was so turned on. He dipped a finger inside of my core and slowly brought it up to my clit, pressing down lightly and swirling around it at the same time.
Oh Jesus, I'd just started and I was thisclose to being there already.
I moaned shamelessly, arching against the bed and tossing my head back. Fingers moved faster against my bundles of nerves while another teased my heat; running circles around the outside of my lips in sweet torture.
"Please…" I whimpered to him.
His eyes flashed as he slowly inched a single finger inside of me. He pumped me slowly, trying to drive me insane with the warring sensations coursing through my body,
"Ugh! More… Edward… faster…" I panted.
A new fire blazed in his eyes at the mention of his name and he added another finger to my soaking core. His thrusts were becoming faster, harder against me as the rubbing of my clit went into overdrive. I was going haywire, my muscles fluttered in preparation as I saw his jaw clench in concentration.
"Cum for me," he said lowly in his smooth, velvet voice.
And by George, I did. Hearing and seeing his mouth form the word alone sent me over the edge as my orgasm claimed me. Stars burst into light behind my clenched eyelids, my body spasmed and bucked as wave after wave of bliss washed over me, intoxicating my senses with my own scent.
"Fuck…" was the only thing to come out of my mouth as I took in shuddering breaths and rubbed myself through it.
I withdrew my fingers from myself and gently placed them on my stomach. Hell, I'd be taking a shower in a few minutes anyways; I didn't mind the temporary mess.
Taking deep breaths, I let the euphoric endorphins wash over me, taking me away from the moment.
"Shit," I mumbled. That was, by far, the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I giggled like a little school girl who'd just gotten her first training bra.
As soon as I was sure my legs wouldn't give out on me, I got up from the bed.
I felt the smug ass grin on my face and couldn't find an excuse to make it go away. Chuckling to myself, I made my way into the bathroom, fanning myself with my hand. I'd worked up my body temperature a little.
Starting the faucet, I glanced at myself in the mirror. The happy, radiant glow from earlier had come back, settling beautifully on my face. My hair hung in loose curls over my shoulders, coming to a stop right above my nipples.
The water turned warm enough for my liking and I stepped into the spray, closing the curtain behind me. I quickly washed the products out of my locks, intent on not having "crunchy hair" from all of the hairspray Alice used on it.
As soon as I was thoroughly cleansed, I shut off the water. No dilly-dallying with the natural resources these days.
Wrapping myself up in a towel and running a comb through my hair, I slowly made my way through the apartment, my stomach grumbling loudly. No one would see me; I could walk around buck naked if I wanted to. Sadly, I was not in the mood to be parading my bare necessities around.
My nakedidity should only be used in extremely dire situations, i.e. if my apartment was on fire right at this moment and I had no chance to grab any clothes, or if I went completely insane. I would hope for option one before option two any day.
Humming softly to myself, I perused the contents of my kitchen. I hadn't eaten anything at Alice's, just some punch and half of the margarita she'd made me. Hmm, yes, food sounds delicious… but what to stuff my face with?
Edward's cock sounds pretty delectable… or is that wishful thinking?
I shook my head to clear away the lustful thoughts I was having. Post orgasm thinking wouldn't do me any good at the moment, all I really wanted was to get laid — at least that's what my lady bits were telling me.
Choosing a bunch of grapes from the counter — a girl's got to keep her antioxidants in check — I made my way to the back patio. No one could see me out here, Alice's apartment curved slightly away from mine and each of the building structures only had two dwellings per level. I leaned against the railing, eyeing the man made swamp the complex had thoughtfully built in order to be eco-friendly. I could faintly hear frogs croaking, crickets chirping and birds tweeting. Surrounded by rich hues of greens, browns and… copper?
Wait, what is that… is that hair? Is that Edward sitting down there?
Scrunching my eyes together, I tried to make out what he was exactly doing down there.
He was sitting on the gnarled wood corral, the half empty bottle of tequila and his suit jacket next to him. It looked like he was staring intently at the swamp, as if trying to convince it all to memory. Every so often he'd grab the bottle and take a swig from it, his head falling back and his eyes closing as the liquid went down his throat. I watched as his glorious Adam's Apple bobbed with each gulp.
God he's beautiful.
What in the world could he be thinking about?
Removing the bottle from his lips, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set his elbows on his knees. He leaned forward with the bottle dangling loosely from his hand.
It must be weighing heavily on him, whatever was on his mind.
I watched him until the night sky had started to descend upon us, dulling the vibrant colors of summer and turning them into a sea of sameness.
Finally, he sat up from his perch on the fence, rolling his shoulders and stretching his neck. I continued to stare at him, amazed by how well I could see his muscles moving underneath his shirt. I was entranced, the food in my hands completely forgotten, as I watched him slowly step down from his position. He ran a hand through his divine hair and slowly turned towards my building, his palm stopping on the top of his head.
I didn't expect what he did next.
He looked up.
It was like we were the only two people in the universe, time just stopped. Neither one of us moved, eyes locked onto each others forms.
Eventually, I cocked my head to the side, silently asking him… God, what was I asking him? What's up? Are you okay? What do you need?
How can I help?
He shook his head, the movement almost unintelligible in the approaching darkness, and looked down at the ground.
Before I knew it, he was walking away.
Dashing into the apartment, I wondered if he would be coming to me, or if he'd just go to Alice's. I couldn't hear any more music from her apartment, her party must have been either dying down, or over. My heart beat frantically in my chest, my breaths speeding up as my mind raced impossibly fast.
Would he come to me?
Why would he come to me?
Please, Lord, let him come to me…
I heard him on the stairs, slowly trudging up one step after another. Each sound made my anticipation level skyrocket another thousand feet higher than the last.
Seconds seemed like hours, a minute seemed like eons.
He was on the top landing, standing outside the door as I stood in my living room.
Breathe, Bella.
I drew in ragged breaths as time ticked slowly by.
Too long, it's been too long.
No more sounds came from the stairway.
No more footsteps were heard.
He didn't choose to talk to me.
He didn't want me.
Oh.
I'd ruined any semblance of a friendship I had with Edward Cullen.
For what seemed like the millionth time that night, I cried.
XOXOXOXO
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