Chapter two: Confrontations

JPOV

I quickly ran downstairs and grabbed the keys to my new used car. It was an old cab from New York City!! I loved it the minute I saw it. Sure, it wasn't my beloved's Volvo, but when we head on our honeymoon, who wouldn't want to stay in N.Y. in a taxi?! It's just too perfect!

Mindful of the present, I remembered that my future was extremely clouded right now, visions of sluts dancing in my head. If I didn't stop this wedding, today, now, than I would never get my glorious future.

But on the bright side, the "Crush the crushes" plan would not be needed, and we could arrive on campus with everyone knowing that we were eternal.

Every last one. Jealous of ME! Jessica Imogena Stanley-Cullen.

~~Later~~

Where was their house again?

I still had the invitation from the graduation party that the sprite threw at the end of the year. That was a hell of a bash. Coupled with the fact that it was the first party in Forks since Yorkie's grandma turned fifty, and that everyone was just dying to see the inside of the mysterious Cullen Mansion, everyone in school was there. Even the freshman.

It ruined the gossip though. Before the party, there were tons of rumors about the elusive Cullens. We had gone to the beach one day, and some kid had actually told us they were vampires that drunk from animals! How stupid is that? Even if vampires did exist, they would drink human blood, not animals. Can you say, duh!! Then a younger kid slapped him upside the head and told us that the Cullens were wonderful people, no matter their background. Cryptic. Stupid. Annoying.

But juicy as crap.

Nobody actually beloved them, though. I mean, a vampire falling in love with a human? It sounds like a cheesy romance novel. It would never sell.

I finally found their obnoxiously long driveway and turned in. Reaching the house in a matter of minutes, I honked my horn to let them know I was here.

I looked around, but the only car I saw was a huge SUV. But there were no cars at the party. Maybe they have an adjoining garage?

I shrugged to myself, walked up the white steps, and knocked on the door.

I heard a set of steps coming down towards the door, from what I assumed was the staircase. I braced myself for the onslaught of my lover-to-be's amazing looks and smell.

The door opened.

But it was not Edward.

It was the she-devil herself.

Isabella Swan.

And she was wearing cream-colored satin boyshorts, a black tank top, and matching silk robe that only went down to mid-thigh.

Her hair looked like a haystack, but unlike me, her hair looked good that way. Her cheeks were flushed and lipgloss smudged, along with her mascara.

But she looked really pretty like this, like she was meant to lay in bed in her pajamas all day with Edward, even if she had on next to nothing in the makeup department. But come to think of it, the only time anyone ever saw her with makeup was on special occasions, like Prom. Even then it was made to look natural, like she woke up pretty.

"Jessica." Her tone wasn't suprised like I thought it would be, but more resigned. Like she had already knew I was coming, and was just ready to get my visit over with, since she already knew what I was here for.

"Bella!" I faked an excited squeal and quickly threw my arms around her, subtly closing the door behind me. I didn't miss that she did not hug back.

"Jess, what are you doing. I don't remember inviting you in." She pulled back to look at me, hostility coloring her voice. That's weird. I do not remember her ever being hostile with me. Maybe she did know why I was here.

I placed a sad frown on my face, hoping to have her believe me. "I need to speak with Edward."

"Alright. Come with me." She began walking up the stairs without an answer. That was easy.

Two flights later, I was panting like a dog and Klutzilla hadn't stumbled or even broke a sweat. That little . . . She tricked everyone at school with that dumb-ass clumsy act.

As if knowing what I was thinking, she turned and began walking backwards, talking to me. "Notice the balance?" She giggled. "Alice has trained me well for the walk down the aisle. I'm assuming that's why you're here, to talk about the wedding?"

I gaped and rasped. "How--how did you know?"

She smirked. "I know you."

I quickly shut my mouth before I could embarass myself any further.

She stopped in front of the last door on this floor.

"This is our room. Edward is in here." She opened the door but I was too preoccupied with "our room" to notice.

It wasn't until Bella called my name with a giggle in her voice that my attention turned to the couple in front of me.

Edward and Bella were laying on a huge wrought iron bed with a gold and black coverlet. The iron was shaped into roses.

The coverlet matched the walls and carpet, all different hues of gold. All the furniture was either black or wrought iron. There was an entire wall filled with CDs, the wall with the door held an expensive stereo system, the kind I was afraid to touch. The other two walls were made entirely of glass, showing a beautiful view of the surrounding forest. I loved it, but if they did anything in here, we would have to move. I looked for them.

There they were. In the middle of the bed, laying all over each other, smirking.

Edward was whispering quietly in Bella's ear, kissing down her neck when she giggled. His hands stayed firmly planted in her hair and on her waist. Not even attempting to grope her. It was sickeningly sweet and I was getting a toothache by just looking at them, but I toned it down with the eyeful I got of Edward's ah-mazing chest.

I tried to talk. "Ummm. I, like, only need to speak with Edward. No offense, or anything." I quickly added.

Edward slowly turned his head and looked at me, all the love and adoration slowly draining from his blackening eyes. "Anything you need to say to me can be said in front of Bella." He turned back to her. "Bella is going to be my wife." He said, awe and pure adoration coloring his tone once more.

Maybe he really didn't want me.

He sounded as if he was in a daze, like it was impossible that she said yes.

He was fooled in love. I would have to fix that. But another time. I couldn't do it with her here.

So I quickly came up with an excuse to why I was here. Edward smirked a knowing grin.

"I, umm, I just, like wanted to know stuff about--about the wedding." I stuttered out.

"Oh. What about exactly?" Bella asked.

"Just, ummm. . . Things. Likeeee, like how you proposed! Tell me about that."

"Doesn't the girl normally tell that story?" Her brown eyes were secretive.

"Umm. Well, yeah, but I like totally thought it would be better if I heard it from the planner himself." I countered.

"And why couldn't I be here for that? I was obviously here both other times." Bella asked.

"Wait." I was confused. "Both other times?"

She smirked again. "Edward has proposed to me twice."

Huh? Does that mean that they broke up? Got back together? He really loves her? Rejection? Omg!

"T--twic-e?"

Edward laughed an attractive chuckle. "Yes. I proposed to her after I returned from L.A." His eyes hardened slightly at the memory. Maybe there was hope. "But I had no hope that she would even consider being with me." He looked at me like he was reading my thoughts, then back to Bella.

She continued the story. "I said never really said no, just not right now. He was relentless. At school, Port Angeles, my house." She turned and glared playfully at him. "But a few weeks ago we were here and had the house to ourselves. One thing led to another and suddenly, I was engaged! But I'm happy. I love Edward more than life itself." She spoke her obsession freely, like the object of said obsession wasn't sitting right next to her frowning and concentrating deeply on something.

But when she said she loved him more than life itself, his entire face lit up to look like a kid on Christmas morning. One of the happiest times I'd ever seen him. He leaned in and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear. It looked to me like something along the lines of, 'as I love you.'

Sweet.

"Oh. Well. Wasn't that just. . ." I trailed off.

"Yeah. It was just." They both glared at me.

Edward spoke. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Your fiancée dead and you covered in chocolate sauce.

But of course I didn't say that.

"Oh. Umm. Ummmmmmm.--"

But before I could finish Bella was off his chest and out the door. I quickly spun and folllowed her down the three flights.

Once out of earshot, I regained my nerve. "When's it due?" I asked casually.

She muttered something that sounded like I told you so. "I'm not pregnant."
She said indigantly.

I snorted. "Right. Sure. So how is he in bed?"

She turned around, eyes flashing. "I don't know."

Huh? "What do you mean, 'you don't know'?"

She shrugged. "Edward and I are both virgins."

"What! How?" I didn't believe her for a second, but hey. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt here.

She laughed bitterly. "I've attempted many times, but he wouldn't have sex till marriage."

Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure. . . I can't wait to tell Lauren and everybody!

She measured my shocked expression with grace. "Go ahead. Tell anyone you want. Just say goodbye now while you still have a chance."

Her statement was beyond cryptic. "Huh?"

She smirked again. "You'll see."

"Whatever." I muttered and quickly walked out the door. I heard the door slam and Bella's squeals inside. Omg!! Maybe Edward heard how the bitch treated me and I had a chance!

I walked in the house confident and ready. Inside, things went hazy and the plan was off.

But now, I walk out with the hope and determination to make Edward Cullen mine.

Mine.