Twilight has nothing to do with me.

Seriously thank you for the alerts and reviews and because of that, here is chapter two.

The quietness in here was soothing, helping me relax. I could stay here forever and forget all my worries but the universe had other plans for me. One of my problems worked with me and every time I glimpsed at her, I had to fight the urge not to smash her face. I had so many conflicting emotions while working with her, because on a good day I could forget what she had done and other days things got really tense.

Thinking about those good and bad days while I checked over accounts, I heard the click clack of heels across the floor. My head snapped up to glare at the person who dared to interrupt the silence. I was met with Angela's fearful and nervous eyes. I glared at her and went back to checking accounts. I thought she would take a hint and leave but she just stood there tapping her fingers on the counter.

"Can I help you?" I asked sweetly.

I watched her fidget with her clothes and wring her hands which made me agitated by the second.

She took a deep breath. "I wanted to see if you would like to eat lunch with me," she finally spoke.

I was taken aback. We never really spoke, except for a rare hello or goodbye, or hung out together. Sometimes, if I would see a book I knew she would like, I would recommend it and vice versa. Other than that I couldn't stand to be in the same room as her.

"I know we're not in a good place right now, and things may never be the same, but I would like to salvage what is left and I'm not afraid to say I miss you," she continued when I didn't speak.

Hearing her say that, I couldn't deny that I missed her and wished things could go back to the beginning, and if I could let go of the past then I'm sure we could make this work… or not. I was about to reply when my phone vibrated with a text. It was Edward, same as always.

E- Where are you?

He never gave me a chance to respond.

Buzz Buzz

E-Why aren't you home yet? What are you doing? Who are you doing?

I sighed he was never going to trust me, even though it was me whose trust was broken.

E- Please come home.

I looked towards Angela.

I was torn between wanting to work things out, wanting to hate her, and then knowing I needed to go home to Edward, before his panic would get out of control and we would land in square one all over again.

"That was Edward. He wants me to come home so I better go since we get off early," I replied to her questioning look.

She smiled. "Oh, bring him along. We haven't hung out in a while and I know Edward misses me because I miss him," she said, sounding genuine.

But I saw the way her eyes flashed at the mention of his name. This was one reason why I hated her at times. How can she think that it would be okay? Because nothing is okay.

"Look, Angela, I appreciate your offer but don't delude yourself into thinking we're friends and never mention his name to me ever again," I said, dismissing her from my presence.

I needed to get my anger in check and keep my feelings professional for both of our sakes. I used to love Angela before she did something that warranted my hate. It all started when she slept with my boyfriend.

Pretty words roll off of your tongue
Come out of your mouth heard by everyone
So convincing I believed it
For so long I still can't figure out
Why many wont last, why many wont last
With the blink of your eye it's all gone away

Last one for the day. Who knows, you keep reading and I'll keep writing.