BPOV

"You hypocrite!" Nessie cried from the hallway. I abandoned the papers I was filing on my desk and hurried to see why the hallway had silenced completely and Nessie was shouting about.

Jacob and Stevie were standing by the door, watching along with everybody else as Nessie sprinted down the hallway, pushing through the crowd. Though I knew it wasn't my place and I had no idea what the situation had arisen from, I looked at Jacob once and took off after her.

"Nessie," I called to her when we reached the parking lot. I wrapped my arms around her, attempting to keep her from running any farther. She thrashed around, doing her best to break away but eventually gave up and fell to her knees.

"Leave me alone," she sobbed, cupping her hands over her face. I stood there awkwardly, unsure of how to go about things. At least she wasn't running, but what was I supposed to do to console a sobbing 16 year old girl? "Just go away."

"Nessie, are you alright?" I finally asked.

"I'm fine," she said unconvincingly.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine," she hissed, looking up at me with tear filled eyes.

"Alright,." I acquiesced, backing towards the door.

After class, I searched for Nessie but to no avail. She was no where to be seen, so when Edward came in to ask if I had seen her, I could give no answer other than when I saw her in the car.

"I tried calling her," Edward muttered, looking down at his phone. "She didn't come in my office after school, which is strange. Did something happen?"

I gulped loudly, unsure of what actually happened. I knew it had something to do with Jacob, but I was unsure of anything else. What could I tell him?

"Something happened with Jacob," I shrugged. "She ran out to the parking lot and I followed her. She told me to go back inside and I did. That was the last time I saw her. Do you think maybe she walked?"

"It's a bit far," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He ran his hair through his scalp, grabbing a fistful of hair before letting his hand fall to his lap. He hopped off the desk in which he was sitting and walked over to the door. "But, she does like walking when she's upset so maybe she did. Let's just hope for the best."

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Hey," he called before leaving the classroom. "Would you happen to be doing anything this weekend?"

I could feel the blush spill under my cheeks. "N-nothing. I'm not doing anything. Why?"

"Well I don't have anything to do and I think Nessie will probably go over to Claire's, so would you maybe like to do dinner? We can go to the best restaurant in town." I smirked and placed my hand on my hip. "Which restaurant is that?"

"My place," he grinned.

"Subtle," I chuckled. "But yes, I would love to do dinner."

"My place. 8:00. I hope to see you there."

He left the room, smirking as I stood stationary, ready to squeal like a school girl. It had been so long since I'd been asked out, since I'd been so busy with my own school and getting my degree, but now I was being given the opportunity to finally socialize and I wasn't going to let it pass.

Saturday came quick and I found myself standing in front of my closet, unsure of what to wear. Clothes and shoes were strewn along my bedroom in my small studio apartment. It looked like a tornado had ripped through, destroying everything in its path.

"What to wear," I muttered to myself, holding the sleek black dress up to my body. I studied it for a second, wondering if this was supposed to be casual or somewhat formal. I didn't want to show up at his house in a dress and heels and he be wearing boxers and a tee shirt.

That wouldn't happen, would it?

What if Nessie was still at the house? Would she find it awkward that her teacher was having dinner at her house with her father, on a date? Was this even a date? Why couldn't I stop asking myself all of these questions?

Finally, I decided on a different black dress, a small clutch and simple heels. I kept the jewelry and makeup to a minimum, in case I was already over dressed . When I was fully dressed and ready, I grabbed an apple from my counter and hurried to my car.

I couldn't deny the fact that I was overly nervous. Even the thought of being alone with Edward made me want to cry. The most private place we'd ever actually spoken was in his office and even then, people could still see he and I. The shock of him asking me to dinner still hadn't gone away .

When I pulled into his driveway, I sat in the car for a few minutes, wondering if I should go in or not. What if he hadn't been serious about me coming over for dinner? Was he one to pull cruel pranks? Surely not.

"Bella?" he said, appearing at his front door. I gasped quietly and quickly exited my car. "What are you doing out here?" "Just sitting," I muttered, standing awkwardly at my car. He smiled crookedly and led me into his enormous home.

I'd never seen a more beautiful home. The walls in the entry way were a deep red, contrasting nicely with the cedar floors. Intricate paintings and decorations lined the walls into the large living room that connected with the beautiful kitchen.

"Where is Nessie?" I asked, curiously looking around. The smell of the food hit me in an instant.

"Claire's house," he said as he began stirring the sauce that was being cooked on the oven top. "She wont tell me anything about what happened and I'd rather not pry. Oh, to be a teenager again."

"That smells delicious," I grinned, inhaling deeply. "What is that?"

"Grilled brined chicken with chimchurri sauce," he beamed. "My mother used to make it all the time. Trust me, it's delicious. You're sure to love it."

"I believe I will."

"We have a little bit before this is completely done so why don't I give you a tour of the house?"

"Alright."

He led me on a tour of the house, showing me room after beautiful room. Nessie's room seemed to be bigger than my house combined, which was only a bit unsettling. For some reason, he waited to show me his room last.

"This is my room," he said, slowly opening the door.

I followed him into the big room, admiring the intimacy of it it all. A queen sized bed sat in the middle of the massive room. The walls were a pale beige and the carpet a similar color. Pictures of he and Nessie from years ago lined the shelves of the desk that was in the far corner of the room.

"This is a nice room," I smiled.

"Yes," he nodded, smiling slightly. "It is. Would you like to go back downstairs?"

"Yeah. Sure."

We walked down the stairs and back into the kitchen where the smell had become more potent. It was almost finished, near perfection.

"Almost finished," he said "Just need to put it all together. If you sit at the table, I'll be in momentarily." Once again, he grinned that crooked grin and my heart melted. I reluctantly agreed to sit down at the table while he finished preparing the meal.

"Would you like some wine?" he asked as he set the plate before me. It looked unlike anything I'd seen before, straight off the Food Network. The chicken was glazed in a beautiful sauce while sitting atop colorful vegetables. I nodded and watched as the red wine filled my glass.

"This looks delicious," I grinned, looking eagerly at the food. He took the seat next to me and grazed my leg in the process, sending my heart into a frenzy. "This must have taken you quite a bit of time."

"Not too long," he shrugged, laughing lightly. "Seven hours. Give or take a few."

"Seven hours?" I gasped. "Are you crazy? That is way too long!"

"I wanted things to be perfect," he grinned.

A crimson blush crept across my cheeks and I slowly began to eat the food. It tasted as good as it looked, and when I accidentally moaned in satisfaction, I threw down the fork and bowed my head in embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," I apologized. "That was an accident.."

"It's quite alright," he said, reaching for my plate. "You seem to be about finished. Would you like me to take that for you?" "I'll do the dishes," I offered. "And don't even say no because it isn't an option."

Before he could refuse, I grabbed the two plates, the wine glasses and made my way into the kitchen. I turned on the water, grabbed the soap and began to gently the scrub the Fine China. I was careful not to scrub to hard, as these plates appeared to be extremely valuable.

"You don't need to do that," he said from behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck and it took every ounce of self control to not turn around to press his lips to mine. "I promise. I'll get it."

"It's alright," I rasped as his hands suddenly began to move down my hips. I bit my lip and drew in a ragged breath. A pressure was building inside me, unlike anything I'd felt before. It was building quickly and I needed a release. "Bella."

His lips were at my ear and my breathing immediately picked up.

"Turn around, Bella," he whispered in my ear. "Just turn around."

So I did. I turned around and his face was just inches from mine. His full lips were parted slightly and his eyes were a smoldering Emerald. My fists were clenched at my sides, fighting the intense pressure.

"You smell amazing," he told me, placing his hands on my face and pulling me closer until his lips finally captured mine. I stood frozen, not sure whether or not I was supposed to kiss him back. He pulled away, grinning slightly. "Would you prefer me not to kiss you?"

"Hell yes," I answered quickly before pulling his lips back to mine. His lips moved in sync with mine, parting open so I could slip my tongue into his mouth. I traced his bottom lip with my tongue, biting down gently and leaning up against him in satisfaction and feeling his stiff arousal.

"You taste so good," he said, slyly moving his hand to my back to unzip the dress.

"Not down here," I objected. "Upstairs."

"Alright," he agreed, lifting me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso as he walked us up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once the door was shut and locked, he practically tore the dress from my body and shoved me against the wall. Slowly, he began to kiss my bare stomach as I heard a door slam.

"Wait," I said, startled by the noise. "What's that?"

"I hate you! Never talk to me! Go home, Jake!" Nessie cried from downstairs.

"Nessie, talk to me," Jacob begged, obviously having followed her. Edward sighed and leaned away from me. Awkwardly, I slipped the dress back on and fell to my knees against the door. Edward joined me.

"You kissed Stevie! Why would I talk to you?" she hissed.

"Touché," I laughed.

"So that's what this is about," Edward said, nodding in realization. "Sorry about the interruption."

"No, no, no," I told him, pressing against the door. "This is interesting."

He laughed and copied my motion.

"She kissed me!" he pleaded. "Why don't you trust me?"

"Like you trusted me with Embry?" she raged. "You honestly thought that I would want to go on a date with him? I wanted nothing more than to be with my boyfriend until I realized that my boyfriend didn't want to be with me."

"I do want to be with you, Ness. Why don't you believe me? She is the one that kissed me. I wanted no part of it. I tried to push her away but she wouldn't!"

"That's really what it looked like, Jacob."

"Should I go down there?" Edward asked, standing up to open the door. I gripped his leg, stopping him immediately.

"You don't need to be a part of this," I warned, pulling him back down. "This is dangerous territory."

"Right," he acquiesced, sitting back down.

"I thought you were the one, Jacob," she sobbed. "But now, I'm really questioning it because you seem to want that whore more than you want me."

"I don't understand why you don't trust me on this one," he said, the rage apparent in his voice. Obviously, the sadness had disappeared and how he was growing enraged. "I'm your god damned boyfriend. You're supposed to believe me when I tell you that my heart is with you and not with Stevie. She wouldn't let me pull away. I tried."

"Whatever, Jacob," she said.

That was the last line we heard from her before we heard the front door slam. I smiled lightly and ran my hands through my tousled hair. Edward was rubbing his forehead, his eyes wide with exasperation.

"I'm so sorry," he beseeched. "This was not supposed to happen."

"It's totally fine," I promised. "I find it really interesting, actually."

"You do?" he laughed.

"Of course," I told him, placing my hand to his cheek. "I'd kiss you right now but after hearing that argument…"

"Yeah," he breathed as if reading my mind. The mood had been killed and there wasn't a thing we could possibly do about it. "Do you think its safe to go downstairs yet?"

As if on cue, there was a second door slam. I looked at Edward, nodded and followed him downstairs.

EPOV

I began to trail kisses down her flat stomach when her head turned towards the door at the sudden slamming from downstairs. I sighed and stood back up.

"I hate you! Never talk to me again! Go home, Jake!" Nessie hissed.

I sighed again and realized that the best option at this point would be to lean away from Bella. Nessie didn't need to storm up the stairs and my find her teacher and I in a romantic embrace. She would never forgive me for that one. She figured it was bad enough that I even talked to her at all.

"Nessie talk to me," Jacob begged pathetically. I was glad to hear those words come from my daughters mouth, though I shouldn't have been. He had obviously hurt her, and she didn't deserve being hurt. Now, Jacob did.

Bella slipped on her dress and fell to her knees at the door. Curious as to what the fighting was about, I followed suit.

"You kissed Stevie. Why would I talk to you?" Nessie hissed. He kissed someone else?

"Touché," Bella laughed, smiling adorably.

"So that's what this is about," I said, nodding in realization.

Somehow, I always knew that Jacob would hurt her and I'd heard minimal information about the whole bet deal that Nessie had orchestrated, but I could tell things would go south when Embry showed up with Quil to take she and Claire out. She and Jacob were basically attached at the hip. Though, did feel bad that Bella and I's date had been disrupted

"I'm sorry for the interruption," I apologized, hoping it wouldn't ruin my chances of her ever coming over again.

"No, no, no," she said, pressing her ear to the door. "This is interesting."

I laughed and did the same as she did.

"She kissed me," he pleaded. "Why don't you trust me?"

"Like you trusted me with Embry?" she hissed. "You honestly thought that I would want to go on a date with him? I wanted nothing more than to be with my boyfriend until I realized that my boyfriend didn't want to be with me."

I continued to listen intently to the argument until we heard a door slam. If the loud footsteps were any indication, Nessie had shut herself in her room and would begin bawling at any given moment. The next door slam came from the front door, telling us that Jacob had left.

Bella and I took one look at each other and walked down the stairs.

"There's the crying," I said once we finally heard the small cries. "I guess I'll go up and talk to her."

"Or I could," she volunteered. "I mean, I know I'm this awkward teacher and I don't know much about the situation but I was a teenage girl at one point so maybe I could help her calm down."

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "I'll be right back."

I watched her ascend the stairs and quietly enter my daughters room. Once I heard the door close, I sighed and took a spot on the couch while the TV murmured quietly in front of me. I kicked my shoes off, laid back and waited.

I don't know had long it had been, but at some point, I'd fallen asleep but was gently shaken back to consciousness by Bella.

"Hey, she's asleep," she whispered, "I'm going to go ahead and go home. I'll see you Monday."

She planted a chaste kiss on my cheek before exiting through the front door.

NPOV

I sat on my bed early Sunday morning, toying with the ring that Jacob had given to me. Last nights events were slowly coming back to me, starting with Jacob showing up at Claire's then coming back home with me and fighting with me before I stormed up to my room to cry. Oddly enough, Bella had come to my room to talk me through it.

Maybe I had dreamed that. I don't know.

"Nessie?" my father said from behind the door, knocking lightly. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," I answered, throwing the ring in my drawer and shoving it closed. I ran my hands through my hair as my father came through the door and sat on the edge of my bed. "Did Bella really come in and talk to me last night or did I dream that?"

"Yes, Ms. Swan did come in here. I invited her over for dinner and was here when you and Jacob started fighting. She came up and talked to you until you finally fell asleep. I hope that's alright."

"Yeah," I said. "You're hooking up with my English teacher, aren't you?"

"It was just a get together between friends. Nothing more. Anyways, I came in to talk to you about last night. "

"Daddy, I don't want to talk about it," I sighed, hopping off the bed and walking into the bathroom. "I'm going to shower."

I shut the door in his face before he could object.

Though I was dreading it, I dragged myself out the door Monday morning when Embry pulled into my driveway to take me to school. Technically, we were still supposed to be dating but since I had seen what I had seen, Embry was the only one I could talk to.

"I'm sorry I caused this," he apologized once I was in the car. I could see the sadness in his dark eyes and a small part of me stopped resenting him for the whole bet in the first place, though that wasn't what had caused most of the problems. "I shouldn't have started this stupid bet. I didn't want you and Jake to break up over it."

"It isn't your fault," I sighed, resting my head against the cool window pain. I didn't speak another word for the entire drive and was out of the car in a dash once we reached the parking lot.

As to be expected, everybody was staring at me when I entered the school, snickering and whispering. I wanted to shove most of them against lockers but I fought it. I didn't even speak to Claire when she stood at her locker, which was just down the row from mine.

"What the hell?" I gasped when I came to my locker. It had been decorated with "I love you's' and 'I'm sorrys." Knowing it was Jacob, I tore the papers down and tossed them into the nearest trash can. Fighting back the stinging tears, I placed my books in my locker and hurried to homeroom.

"Nessie, are you alright?" Bella asked me as took my seat. "I'm here if you need to talk."

"I'm fine," I muttered. Sitting in the seat and folding my arms over my chest. I could hear people whispering about all that had happened and it was becoming too much for me to bear. The signs on my locker had drawn a lot of unwanted attention.

"Nessie, I am so sorry," Claire begged, standing in front of my desk. I took one look at the seat that neighbored mine and threw my stuff down. "Please, just talk to me."

I ignored her, staring down at my lap and just waiting for her to go away. Eventually, she did and I was left sitting alone, while she sat at her desk on the opposite side of the room. I hadn't planned on fighting with my best friend, but there was this part of me that was just screaming out me that she and Quil had caused this whole ordeal with that dumb date.

School was painful and when I finally reached Embry's car, the dam holding back my tears crumbled. I sat in the passenger seat, sobbing so hard it hurt. Embry had yet to arrive but I knew I wasn't going to be able to collect myself before he showed up.

"Come here," he said once we were in the car. He took me into his arms and held me. "I'm so sorry that this is happening. I know its my fault."

"It's not your fault," I sobbed. "But I forgive you for the bet."

"Things will get better," he promised, cradling my head. "I'm not really the kind of guy that is good at giving advice but Jacob loves you and you love Jacob and you guys will get things patched up. You're much prettier than Stevie."

"I know," I laughed, just as a sob flew up from my throat. "Just take me home."

"Will do," he answered.

The entire way back to my house, he cracked cheesy jokes and did other silly things, doing his best to get me to laugh. I laughed lightly at some of his actions but the pain kept me from going any further. Though confusion was the only thing I could feel when he passed my street.

"Where are we going?" I asked, looking as my street passed by.

"Were going to drive until you feel better," he said sternly then looking to his dashboard. "Were going to drive until I run out of gas."

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change his mind. We drove around town, talking and surprisingly laughing. As he and I talked and everything else, I could slowly feel the pain dissipating

. though I couldn't deny that I missed Jacob, it was nice to have somebody to make me feel better.

"Thanks Embry," I smiled when we pulled back into my drive way. "I really appreciate it."

"Your dad here?" he asked.

I looked to the drive way and didn't see his car. "No. I don't think so. Why?"

"Just wondering," he shrugged. "I'll see you later."

I waved and watched as he drove off. I sighed loudly, pulled the key from my purse and found that the door was already unlocked. A small current of fear ran through me. I know for a fact that I hadn't left the door unlocked when I left this morning.

"Hello?" I called, cautiously walking closer into the house. The water that was running was quickly shut off and I hurried into the living room, only to see something strange on my walls.

All along the wall, post it notes were strategically placed, spelling out 'I'm sorry' I stepped closer, seeing that it was Jacob's hand writing and every post it note had a different moment drawn out between he and I.

"Nessie," Jacob said, appearing in the kitchen. "I love you."

Hey guys! Other writer again! Yall can just call me Caroline! Anyways, I probably won't be doing the next chapter because I start school tomorrow. Anyways, to clear something up, Stevie is a girl. Not a guy. Sorry if there was any confusion. Also, we gave you Edward and Bella like we promised! Hope you enjoyed it!