Oh my wonderful givers of great reviews and happiness! Here is a little something for you that I cranked out before the movie (sigh) because who knows what state I will be in after it comes out. Really. REALLY. Anyway, thanks for all that sugar last time and I hope you don't gulp kill me. YOU KNOW I HAD TO DO THIS.

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Stockard Channing-There Are Worse Things I Could Do

I walked down the hall towards the cafeteria with Alice talking about the upcoming drag race. This whole thing still baffled me but it was important to Edward and Jasper so we really didn't have a choice but to get involved.

The race was only a couple weeks away, down in La Push at the old racing track that apparently had been there for years. Emmett's car was ready and the guys were spending hours each day making sure everything was in top condition.

I spotted Edward down the hall, surrounded by a group of classmates. Emmett and Jasper were with him and they were laughing loud and hard about something. Edward's head was tipped back with laughter and I could hear his voice ringing down the hallway.

He looked like a model, all teeth and hair, gorgeous and mine.

I noticed the blonde girl, Jules, from the bonfire, walk up and put her hand on his arm. He looked down and smiled at her, talking with her briefly.

I felt the jealousy rise up in my throat, but I attempted to push it back down, knowing I was acting ridiculous.

"Alice, I'm need to return a book in the library, I'll meet you guys in a second." She nodded, her eyes focused down the hall on Jasper.

I walked in the library and turned in my book. Taking deep breaths to keep my emotions in check I remembered I needed another book for my English class and quickly walked down the rows, searching for the right one.

I picked up a book and skimmed it, looking for the right material. I could hear students passing thorough the shelves quietly as everyone was conscious of Ms. Clearwater and her library rules.

The quiet was broken by a whispered voice on the other side of the bookshelf that said, "I know, he is so hot, I can't believe that cockblocker moved into town and messed it all up."

What?

Cockblocker? I felt my body stiffen as my ears strained to hear more.

A different voice said, "Hadn't he asked you out? Before she got here?"

I quietly walked down the aisle and peered around the corner to see who was talking. It was Jules and some other girl with long dark hair. They were huddled together and apparently also looking for a book. I quickly ducked back out of view, relieved they hadn't seen me.

I knew I should turn and walk away but my feet wouldn't move, it was like a train wreck I couldn't turn away from. I pressed my back to the shelves, holding my breath, and listened to them talk.

"Yeah, we went out a couple of times. I think he really liked me too." Jules sighed. I rolled my eyes at her naivety and wondered how many of these girls were there still following him around.

I heard the girls pause, wandering further down the aisle, towards the back of the library, where they stopped at a study table. Their books and bags tumbled to the table as they sat down.

Again, I knew I needed to leave and go down to the cafeteria and meet up with the others, kiss Edward, and move along with my day.

But I didn't. I wanted to hear what this girl had to say about Edward.

About me.

Jules started speaking in a whisper, making me strain to hear her clearly. I felt my body leaning towards the sound of her voice, trying to catch her words.

"Well, one of the times we went out we just went for a drive, in his car. And I can tell you I learned then that Edward Cullen is an amazing kisser." Jules and her friend giggled at this thought.

I sighed. Edward was an amazing kisser. Although it stung a little, this information was not surprising.

She went on to describe making out with Edward in his car and him sneaking her back home past her curfew, never calling, just showing up when he wanted to see her.

Stupid jerk.

I had made such progress with him, getting him to come in the front door, having dinner with my father and actually calling me ahead of time for dates. He was such a caveman before I got my hands on him.

I ran my fingers along my charm bracelet and thought of the night, a couple of weeks ago, when he gave it to me. No one else knew who sweet he could be and how he opened up to me when we were alone. I saw a side of Edward that few people, if any, knew existed.

Of course this Jules' chick seemed to find his obnoxious behavior charming. I snorted at the thought and covered my mouth and nose quickly with my hand to muffle the sound.

I started to breathe easier knowing that my Edward was clearly not the same as the one all these girls had been chasing around before I moved here. Maybe he really had changed.

I started to gather my bag, which had dropped to the floor during my Nancy Drew, super sleuth spying mission, when I heard several words that caught my ear.

"…hiked up to this beautiful meadow…" she gushed and I heard her describe Edward's meadow, and what it must look like during the day.

I felt my stomach recoil and I put a hand on the shelf closest to me to steady my legs.

Blood was pumping in my ears but I could hear her words crystal clear as she continued, "he laid down a blanket and I had packed a picnic lunch…he is much sweeter than you would think…"

I didn't hear the rest. I grabbed my bag and ran towards the library door. Ms. Clearwater tried to stop me, "Ms. Swan, I need to check out that book before you exit."

Without looking over, I tossed the book on the checkout table and kept going, out the door and into the hallway.

My eyes were on fire, burning with a mixture of hurt and shame.

I was a complete and total fucktard.

I had bought his shit just like all the rest.

I walked down the hall with no direction, blind with rage and disgust, turning the corner I walked straight into him. Literally slamming into his chest.

His strong hands gripped my shoulders and pushed me back, and I kept my eyes down.

"Hey, I've been looking for you," he said and I felt his breath on my neck. I twisted away before he could make contact.

No. I couldn't let him touch me.

"Bella, what's going on?" He asked, grabbing my arm and pulling me back in his direction. He reached out and lifted my chin towards him.

My heart ached.

I pulled back but let him see my face. To witness the pain he had put there. To understand that he had betrayed me, used me, and fooled me.

I was such a fucking fool.

His brow furrowed instantly and his eyes touched with concern. He reached out with his long arms and I had to jump back to stay out of reach, I felt his fingers graze my arm as they made a futile attempt to maintain contact.

I turned on my heel and ran, fast as I could, without causing too much of a scene and pushed open the door the parking lot.

I was trapped. Edward drove me to school. Edward carried my books, and walked me into my house and helped me with my homework and touched every moment of my day.

I left him two seconds ago and I already missed him.

I put my hands into my face and began crying. Really, crying.

"Bella?" I heard a voice question.

I looked up and saw Rosalie, who for once didn't look smug. She just looked tired.

The door opened behind me and Edward burst out.

"Bella, come on…" he started.

I looked to Rosalie and she must have seen the panic on my face because she looked from me to him and stepped between us.

"I don't think she wants to talk to you, Edward," Rosalie told him. Her voice was confident and challenging.

'Rosalie, back the fuck off for once in your life, this has nothing to do with you." He snarled, venom seeped in his words. His deep emerald eyes fixed on me during their exchange and I squirmed under their intensity.

"No." I spoke quietly. There was no way I could talk to him right now. Jules' words stung like a slap in the face and I was stunned.

"What?" he asked, his voice seething with irritation and confusion.

I ignored him, my chest splintering into a million pieces, and turned to Rosalie asking her, "Can you give me a ride home?"

Without saying anything else she nodded and gave Edward a nasty look over my shoulder.

I didn't look back but I felt him standing there watching us go and minutes later we were sitting in Rosalie's huge car driving towards my house.

I wiped my face on my shirt, trying to get rid of the tears to no avail. There were too many to suck in. My phone began vibrating the second I closed the door.

I turned it off.

Without looking up I finally spoke and said, "Thank you, you really didn't have to do this."

She laughed low, without humor and said, "Well, I knew he would fuck up at some point. Ass."

It hurt hear her say it with such confidence. I wanted her to be shocked and horrified with me but her reaction only solidified the fact I was a fool and everyone knew it but me.

We rode for a moment or two with the only sounds coming from me and I sniffed back tears and tried to regulate my breathing.

I never would have expected what happened next.

I heard Rosalie take a deep breath before she blurted out, "I think I'm pregnant."

I looked up at her in shock, and saw her staring out the front window, blinking back her own tears.

"I know." I whispered, not wanting to say the words out loud, making it true.

I noticed we were no longer on the path to my house but in a neighborhood I was unfamiliar with. Rosalie pulled her car up to a large house and parked in the circular drive.

"Where are we? What are we doing?" I asked, confused.

I watched as she adjusted the rearview mirror and peered inside. She dabbed the tiny tears that threatened to escape with a tissue and then turned to me, her long golden hair shimmering down her shoulders. Even at her worst moment, she looked like a goddess.

Looking me straight in the eye and said, "Bella, I need your help. Upstairs in my drawer is a pregnancy test. I've had it for weeks. I can't force myself to take it. So I need you to make me."

I looked at her skeptically. I doubted I could make Rosalie do anything she was much stronger and braver than I could ever be. Look at the situation we were in right now. I overheard a conversation at school and I was a complete mess, unable to function. Rosalie was on the verge of a life changing event and she looked like Miss America, ready for the next challenge.

What could I do? She'd just saved me and stood up to Edward, which no one else would have done. I'm sure right now he is the hero of whatever tales were being told about us at school.

I took a huge breath and nodded at her. Instead of the relief I hoped would show on her face it twisted into a look of resignation and fear.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she wasn't as strong as I thought.

Rosalie needed me. I was pretty sure I could handle it.

I smiled weakly at her, and clutched her hand before saying, "Okay, let's do this." and I opened my door.

Xxx

Twenty minutes later Rosalie was sitting on her bed, her back to the bathroom door, ignoring the fact she had peed on the stick 8 minutes ago and you only need 6 to get a result.

I had never been to her home and I was a little shocked at the extravagance. It was huge and felt more like a museum than a house. Her room was large and impersonal, kind of like Rosalie herself. My eyes were wide as I took in the artwork and the ornate fixtures, and the enormous portraits of Rosalie from birth that adorned the walls. Apparently her parents worked long hours and she was alone much of the time. I could only imagine how hard this whole thing had been.

Her voice broke me out of my thoughts, "So, what did he do?"

There was no hostility in her voice, it was merely a question.

"He did what everyone knew he would do. He sucked me in and made me think he loved me, but he didn't. It was just words, the same ones he used on every other girl he has been with." I spoke the words evenly, trying to keep the flood of tears at bay. I didn't have the energy to start up again.

I felt her fingers on my bracelet and I pulled my arm back, hiding it behind my back.

"Are you sure? Really?" she said which surprised me. Rosalie knew Edward was a pig. She had told me so herself.

"Yes. I'm sure," I answered. "Before you think this is about sex or him cheating on me I want you to know it's not. I trusted him and I felt like he trusted me, and that he was showing me parts of himself no one else knew. But I found out today that simply wasn't true. It was all part of the Edward Cullen snow job. He's not who I thought he was. He betrayed me and my feelings."

Rosalie didn't look convinced but she did not argue with me for once.

"What about you? Have you told Emmett about this? Does he know?" I asked. I knew Emmett was the father. Or possible father. It explained all of their awkward behavior and sudden breakup.

She grimaced but after I told her about Edward she owed me the truth, "Yes. Well, no. He heard the gossip and he tried to talk to me at the drive-in, but I couldn't," she told me.

I nodded my head in understanding. How would you go about telling someone this? I shuddered at the thought of explaining something like this to Edward and what his reaction would be. I said a small prayer that things never went that far between us.

I looked at the clock on Rosalie's bedside table.

It was time.

Past time, in fact.

I got off the bed and walked over to the bathroom and touched the door and walked over to the counter.

I saw Rosalie walk up behind me in the mirror. She had her eyes closed and her hands up to her mouth, like she was prepared to vomit.

"Ready?" I asked her and she shook her head no, but I picked up the test but didn't look at the results. That was her news to see first so I turned and I held it in her face, "Open your eyes, Rose."

Her eyes popped open and she absorbed the information. Suddenly her hands fell forward, grasping for support on the counter.

As I turned the stick to read the results, the door burst open and Alice barged into the room. Her eyes surveyed the scene in front of her. Rose and I together, eyes red from crying, and a Dixie cup of pee on the counter.

She grabbed the test from my hands and uttered the three words that changed Rosalie's life.

"Oh. My. God."

WHAT THE HALE? I know, that was mean, but I mean if you get all comatose after the movie I needed something to bring you back!!! And hopefully it will make me fix it all faster.

Love to you all and Look IF YOU ARE A SCREAMING FAN GIRL. DONT DO IT IN THE FREAKING MOVIE. I SWEAR I WILL CUT YOU. I NEED SLIENCE WHEN I SEE ROB.

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