This chapter is mainly based around Edward - just to get an idea of what kind of guy he is in my story aka what kind of life he has. This whole chapter is just a FILLER CHAPTER. You'll see why as you read on.

PAY ATTENTION TO THE IMPORTANT A/Ns DURING THIS CHAPTER:) Hehe

FAQ

For the questions and doubts wondering if Edward is a vampire or etc. because he looked up at Bella during the the lunch break - hopefully this filler chapter during that scene will answer your question. Answer is NO - Edward is NOT a vamprie or anyone else. Read on to see why he looked up towards Bella during that scene.

Hope this clears things up for ol2bob and a-total-eclipse

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It's Made to be Broken

Narrator's POV

Crash

"Look what you did, boy!" the woman glared at the boy standing in front of her.

Edward returned the stare without flinching, "You broke that yourself."

"Don't be smart with me. Get Hortense to clean that up and don't you let me catch you going all high and mighty with me again," she threatened.

Her face then began to relax and she closed her angry eyes before leaning back onto the arm chair. Her face was aging, the lines around her eyes played up more like a stern frown mark rather than normal wrinkles.

Edward sighed with a frown on his face and walked out of the room. On the way out, he met Jonathan who was polishing the wine glasses just outside the cellar.

"Jon, call Hortense. She's broke another ashtray again," Edward muttered before walking up the staircase.

"Yes sir, right away."

Edward trudged up the staircase, looking at his feet the entire way. He walked through the long corridors of the house and finally entering his very own room. Suddenly, he saw a figure sitting on his bed and he closed his eyes, annoyed as he saw who it was.

The woman was very pretty although she too, was aging. She had the same matching deep intense green eyes as him with the exact shade of bronze on her long wavy hair. Her face was tired but unsettling as she looked at her son.

"I know – I know…" he mumbled.

"Edward, honey – please. You know how I feel about it when you don't get along with her," Elizabeth Masen said.

"Look – it isn't my fault this time. She was lecturing me about how I'm never going to hold up the family's reputation and as usual on and on with the family history and how Dad soiled the family name by betrothing me to some unknown family that I don't even have a clue who they are. How is this fair? How is this my fault?"

"I never said it was your fault, Edward. It's nobody's fault. She has her ways and you have your own – it's only natural to have conflicts but you have to understand she is like this. She's your aunt, your father's eldest sister – she's old so try to be less repulsive to her. And she won't be leaving us anytime soon so you better learn how to control that wit of yours."

She sighed sadly, "And don't talk about your father that way. He means well – you are too young to understand right now. The last thing you would want to do is disappoint him."

Edward took a deep breath before talking slower and calmer this time, "Firstly, you and Dad never, ever told me about this ridiculous arranged marriage was for real until Dad died. And even that, during that time. Dad couldn't keep his mouth quiet and just had to tell someone about it! Is it really so normal that I can't have a problem with it?"

"Everyone has secrets. But sometimes you need to share it with others instead of keeping it all locked up inside you…"

"Yeah – okay, I get. But why does he have to drag her into this? And of all people, Dad just had to tell that Billy Black guy next door. Doesn't he know that guy's mouth is as big as -"

"Edward, watch your words," Elizabeth warned.

"He talks a lot, okay? He isn't the type of guy who can keep things to himself – you know that yourself. All those times during those times when I used to become all moody and rebellion days because that Jacob Black told everyone that I was already married so I wasn't allowed to date was hell, remember?"

Elizabeth couldn't help smiling, "So you wanted a girlfriend back then?"

Edward formed his perfect full lips into a thin line, "You are missing the point. People my age aren't supposed to be married, Mum. Or even promised to someone else already – at least, not in this century!"

"At eighteen, we get drunk, party, go clubbing, lose your virginity –" but when Edward saw Elizabeth looking bewildered, he quickly added, "Although that's not the point again but I'm sure you get what I mean."

Elizabeth shook her head, "Traditions go a long way and it's not like we ever meant for it to turn out this way. But don't break the promise, Edward - that's all I am asking."

Then, she winked, "I'm sure you will get a shot at all those things you just mentioned while you're at it."

Edward was fuming, but he knew this argument was pointless. It had been going on for years in the house. He never had a problem with it until Jacob Black had to spread the news about his personal life story to everyone in school. Not that it changed much about his reputation - but he had discovered how deeply he could vent hatred for someone.

"Fine – go back and take a nap, Mum. You're tired, I don't want your lethargic prone body to worsen," Edward finally gave in and began to help his mother up back to her own room.

Edward's POV

I grabbed my car keys and stormed outside the house. I didn't want to stay inside the house anymore – the whole break from school with weeks in the house with my spinster Aunt, Caroline Masen just kills me.

Ever since Dad passed away, Aunt Caroline moved in and made everything so much harder. Apparently she was here to make sure that everything Dad wanted to happen did – including the betrothal that was stated in the will that had to include Caroline to make sure it happened.

But Caroline had her own ideas of how the marriage should be carried out. That involved me never meeting until the coming of the legal age, eighteen. I had no clue when I was going to ever meet this mysterious girl – no one ever tells me anything.

Elizabeth had once told me about my partner's history and it wasn't very pretty. Her parents and she were torn apart by a rogue mistake her father committed. I told Elizabeth to stop there since she was at that time was beginning to cry from sympathy. That was all I ever knew about her and I was never allowed to ask about her ever since Caroline moved in. Only she and Elizabeth were allowed to have that conversation – it was Caroline's rules.

I stretched my back and let out a satisfied sigh – sitting in there while listening to Caroline wasn't my idea of a beautiful Sunday. The sun that was shinning down on my skin as I walked across the porch to the garage didn't bother me. I was always meant to have pale skin – it suited me, or so that's what everyone had told me for a very long time.

I slid over the front of my silver Aston Martin V12 swiftly; went over to the driver's door and opened it to look for the book, The Rule of Four I had been reading earlier. When I found it, I began to look for the page I had stopped at as I closed the car door gently but firmly with my hips and using my other free hand to lock back the car alarm. I leaned back against the closed door and began to read.

What a strange thing, to build a castle in the air. We made a friendship out of nothing, because nothing was the heart of what we shared.

I laughed to myself, how could you ever make a friendship out of nothing? Tom and Paul were the most interesting characters that I have ever read in a fiction.

The strong take from the weak, but the smart take from the strong.

I shook my head – that seemed vaguely familiar. If that statement was true, why didn't I manage to take anything out from Jacob Black's life? I flipped through the book carefully, absorbing the words. I wanted to finish the book quickly as I was behind schedule of the stack of reading material I was delaying behind.

Suddenly, I heard a soft laugh coming from my right in the bushes that separated Jacob Black's house from mine. I looked up and began to run my eyes through the long hedges in that area and I felt that there was someone hiding behind the bushiest part of it. I gazed at it for awhile before deciding to look back down.

I yawned and stretched one of my palms to ruffle up my hair that was beginning to bother me in the warmth of the sun. Caroline had always been on my neck to get it cut for a smarter, fresher look but Elizabeth preferred the messy-do. I'd listen to my Mum over that old hag any day.

"Bella! What are you doing over there?"

Annoyed, I looked up as I recognized that voice which was very unpleasant for my ears. I found myself staring at a girl with long mahogany brown hair who was gazing at me with the strangest expression I had ever seen. I narrowed my eyes trying to interpret what her facial look was showing.

I felt a little annoyed once more as I groaned to myself, thinking it was one of those extended family members that have come to stay with the Blacks. Judging from her young face, she was probably going to be studying in our school as well.

Oh, the joy of it - I grimaced.

Then, I saw that big bulk of a boy placed his hands on her shoulder and said something I couldn't be bothered to listen for. She replied him with stuttering words and I tried to hold back in a smile as I heard the distracted tone in it.

"Masen," I heard him said reluctantly.

I returned the same bluntness by sighing as I looked away from the girl and back down towards my book, "Good day, Black."

Narrator's POV

"Edward, tomorrow you resume classes. Don't forget to pack your books," Caroline piped up just before Edward got up to leave the table after dinner.

He closed his eyes and counted to ten. It was no point losing his cool over this small matter – He didn't want to upset Elizabeth any further since this afternoon.

"Yes, Aunty," he said politely.

"Goodnight, Mum," he nodded to Elizabeth and walked upstairs.

Elizabeth sighed and placed her cutleries that she was using neatly down on the table and turned to her sister in law sitting across the table.

"Caroline, don't you think it is about time?"

"For what?" the irritable woman replied, sipping wine.

"Well – I believe that today is supposed to be the day Isabella arrives," Elizabeth pointed out.

"Who?"

Elizabeth took a deep breath and tried to be as patient as possible, "Isabella Swan, Charlie's daughter? The one who Billy wanted to transfer over?"

Caroline shook her head, "No, she will stay there. Rules and rules – meant to be that way, Elizabeth. I won't have those two young ones cohabitating or even getting to know each other before that boy's birthday."

"But even that is coming very soon, what's the difference if we just tell him a little earlier? She's right next door – the poor girl is orphaned now. I think he would be quite appreciative if we told him that he and she is -"

"Don't argue with me, Elizabeth. Orphaned – all the better reason why we should wait longer. This family has just paid for everything that covers for that girl – her health insurance, the school fees, and registration place - almost anything that her own family is supposed to do. My brother told me to be in charge of this and I will. He helped you save your pretty face from all the hard work. Look at me – old and haggard so let me do this my way, please."

Caroline frowned through her sunken jade eyes, "I have no intentions on letting that boy know anything until he proves he can be mature enough. He may be an angel to you, but his insolence towards me isn't his greatest ally at this moment."

IMPORTANT A/N - I am skipping a few scenes forward through the next day since they aren't really important so this scene starts at lunch time which is after Edward already met Bella in the office and etc. etc. etc. as you read in the previous chapters.

Edward's POV

"Man, that's disgusting," I heard Jasper laughing and slapping high fives with Emmett.

"Come on, Edward! Gimme a five!" Emmett offered his big palm.

I just stared, "You weren't even close to what we were discussing about."

"What?! How much would it take for me to impress you?" Emmett yelped.

I grinned at him, "Maybe if you tried with a bigger spitball, Newton will turn around and give you the finger."

Emmett ruffled his curls thoughtfully, "Good idea. That last one doesn't seem to be noticed – not until he realizes that there is something dangling from his hair."

Alice rolled her eyes, "You're unbelievable, Edward. Sometimes I think deep down that outer layer of so-call mature-ness is a five year old kid just lurking around inside."

She glared at Emmett, "That goes for you too. I don't have a flying fart in space of what Rosalie sees in you."

Emmett winced and I laughed, "Ouch – that was a real low blow, Alice."

Just then, Emmett called out, "Rose! Here!"

Rosalie and Tanya just entered the cafeteria and Rosalie's face lit up when she saw Emmett scooting over and gesturing towards the empty seat next to him.

She sat down next to Emmett and brushed her long hair back before asking, "So – did I miss anything?"

"Apart from your beloved spitting his fluids at other people, nothing much," Alice shook her head.

Rosalie laughed, "Right – nothing then. Tanya was just telling me about the new girl just transferred over from a public!"

I picked up my bagel and began to tear it slowly to pieces but not placing any of them in my mouth. I was rather ashamed of my hostility to that girl – it was very rude. I didn't know her that well and I treated her the way that I would treat any Black.

Maybe she was different? But what are the odds of that?

Tanya, who was seated across and leaning forward towards me uncomfortably close as usual smirked, "I wonder how much her scholarship covered. Do they even allow such late transfers?"

Alice frowned, "Tanya, please don't talk about people that way. You don't even know her."

Rosalie rolled her eyes jokingly, "And I suppose you do?"

"No – not really. But I have heard about her from trustable sources – unlike you two airheads. She's not from a public school, Rose – she's from a private boarding school. Beat that," Alice shot back.

"She's living with that Jacob Black, I hear?" Rosalie wondered.

"Yeah – next door. Cousins or related in some sort of way, I suppose," I replied.

"Oh, poor you. You know if she ever gives you any trouble, you could always bunk in at mine – for as long as you want," Tanya winked at me.

I shook my head, annoyed but fondly, "Don't you wish, Tanya."

"Sure I do," she challenged.

"Well, when you both are done with your flirting – she's not related to the Blacks, Edward. Her name was not placed under their name in the Student Data files in the Front Office," Alice disagreed.

Jasper shook his head while placing his arm around her chair, "How would you know?"

Alice stuck out her tongue at me, "You're not the only one who is Mrs. Colby's pet. She sometimes asks me to do some file work for her after school. The other day while I was helping her to scan some random documents, I saw her putting Bella's data in one of those white folder's as new student transfers. Then she placed that one under another name but the initials were definitely not starting with a B. That's all I know."

"Why can't she have her own file like everyone else?" Emmett asked.

Alice shrugged, "I don't know – I'm not that nosy."

I felt even worse now. I had judged her too early – and not only that, I was letting this discrimination of Blacks make my decisions for me. I had just treated a poor, innocent, unsuspecting girl horribly. I sucked – big time, and Alice won't let me live it down if she knew how I treated this girl earlier.

I should fix this – I thought.

I looked up – Where was she now? – I wondered. I scanned the entire cafeteria from left to right and finally I found her, sitting at the other end of the cafeteria but not too far away from our table. She and another vaguely familiar girl were staring at me and normally this would annoy me – I hated when people stared at me like I was some sort of eye candy.

I gazed at her in frustration – maybe she would be able to sense my apology across the cafeteria. Okay Edward – you're losing your head now. You can fix this later, nothing is over until you say it is – right?

She suddenly looked back down, away from me but shortly after that, she looked back up again but not at me. I followed her gaze and saw her staring at Jacob who was entering with his two bodyguards into the cafeteria. I suppose he had finished his detention time already.

I was deeply curious – why was she staying with them?

But before I could let my thoughts drown me any further, the bell had rung and Tanya was trying to snap me out from my daze. As usual, I had to walk her to her class before going all the way back down to the other side of the hallway for World History.

"All in a days work," I smiled crookedly at Tanya who beamed at me as she handed over her bag that I took robotically and slung it over my shoulder.

Once Tanya freed me (yes, freed me – you read that right), I walked quickly over to the other side of the building. I knew Mr. Ruck wouldn't be too pleased if I walked in late – no matter how spotless my record was with him.

I entered the classroom and took a deep breath of relief. He wasn't here yet and I scanned around the classroom for an empty seat – trying my best to ignore all those hopeful stares that were pouring out at me from my female classmates.

Finally, I found one empty seat on the left of the classroom that had both seats empty. That would make things fair – whoever sat next to me was a done deal then which hopefully nobody would. I tend to find it very hard communicating with girls especially – they would just stare at me like I was mentally challenged.

Just on time as I put my bag down and sat, Mr. Ruck entered the classroom and announced, "Pop quiz in fifteen minutes."

I groaned – he was a real ball buster.

He sat his pile of reading materials down and adjusted his glasses, "Recap before we get back on the Napoleon's attack in Waterloo. Can anyone tell me when did Napoleon -"

Bang

The class door slammed open and a familiar mahogany haired girl burst in – she was out of breath. She stopped in embarrassment when she realized everyone was staring and Mr. Ruck had already turned his hawk eyes on her. I felt her pain as I saw Mr. Ruck giving her the disapproving shake of his head. He gives bad head shakes – it always meant that you were blacklisted.

"I – I'm sorry. I'm new and I didn't know the way around," she exclaimed fumbling around in her bag and brought out piece of paper and reached it out to him.

Mr. Ruck's face seemed to mellow down a little as he took it from her, "Oh, then that's fine. Don't repeat it next time though. Name?"

"Isabella Marie Swan -"

Nice name – I thought.

"But Bella, please."

"Smooth," I chuckled under my breath.

The only thing she was missing now other than telling Mr. Ruck what to call her was to correct his mistakes in class. Looks like History was going to be so much more interesting now with her around – I grinned to myself.

Mr. Ruck handed her back the slip and surprisingly pointed at me, "Alright, Ms. Bella Swan. Please – take a seat next to that young man over there."

Mr. Ruck is officially my new best friend – I was fighting so hard to not smile as I saw the shock forming on her face when she saw me. I gazed back at those soft brown chocolate eyes.

I'll admit - that was a pretty long chapter. I did try to summarize it and cut it as much as I could but it wouldn't make sense if I did. Hope you all enjoyed it!

There is alot of chapters yet to start outlining but I really can't wait to write the chapter that inspired this story. That chapter is coming soon - hopefully! It's not really the most beautiful chapter but it is the most interesting (well, to me it is).

READ and REVIEW guys - more is YET to come. This is barely even the beginning :(