Summary: Bella Swan didn't expect she would meet and like a boy at a New Year's Eve party. And break her heart in 24 hours. Now, starting her first year in college, she was reunited with the man who broke her. Edward Cullen. Will Bella forgive him? Can Edward gain back Bella's trust? AU-H/OOC

AN: Before you read this, I want to let you know that this is my All Human fanfiction so I'm not really good at it. Enjoy though. :D

So so what, I'm still a rock star

I've got my rock moves

And I don't need you

Guess what, I'm having more fun

And now that we're done

I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright

I'm just fine and you're a tool

So so what, I am a rock star,

I've got my rock moves

And I don't want you tonight

So What by Pink

~*~*~*~

Chapter Two

"I know you're mad at me," Edward suddenly whispered. I was taken back since I didn't expect it from him.

"Ya' think?" I asked sarcastically.

He ignored my response. "I'm sorry."

I wanted to rip my hair out of my head or better yet, get out of the car. "Just -- Stop. Just stop. I don't want to hear your apologies. It's stupid." I spat. "Hell, can we just forget about what happened?"

"Sadly, no." Edward said. I groaned.

"Just shut up, okay?" I told him, my anger raising. Wise of him to obey me. It was already seven o' clock when Edward parked his car outside the building where my dorm is.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and went outside of the car, mumbling, "Thank you." I heard Edward shout, "Your welcome!". I completely ignoring him, feeling his stare on my back.

Screw me enjoying life in college.

It's my personal Hell.

I was walking at the hallway where my dorm can be found when I saw a streak of blond hair and a tall, lean figure standing at the middle of it.

"Jasper?" I whispered. I have only met Jasper twice and we don't really talk to each other. Hell, we just met each other for only forty-eight hours.

Jasper was looking down at the ground when his head snapped up to meet me. He smiled a little, nodding his head.

"Hey, Bella." Jasper greeted. I expect him to tell me what the hell is he doing here but he didn't. I shifted uncomfortably as I looked away.

"So, uh," I started, clearing my throat. "What are you doing here in this hallway? I mean, it's already eight in the evening." Jasper chuckled and smiled a small smile. I raised an eyebrow at him when he didn't answer. Okay, Jasper is definitely creeping me out. Then, when I was about to say something again, he groaned.

"Okay, okay," He said quickly. "I give up!" Jasper threw his arms from his sides. I stared at him in shock. What does he mean?

"I don't understand," I muttered.

Jasper groaned again. "I give up! I've been standing here for at least an hour to barge in to my sister's room but she won't open it."

"Why won't she open it?" I asked, walking up to him.

Jasper sighed. "She doesn't want me to bother her."

"Why are you bothering her?"

This time, Jasper raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay. . . you ask a lot of questions."

I rolled my eyes. "Tell me about it." I kept a straight face and stared at him in confusion again.

"Damn, woman. You're so stubborn." Jasper complained. I managed to let out a giggle.

"I'm not afraid to admit it." I told him earnestly. "Please just tell me what's going on between you and your sister so that I could sleep now. I don't want any war while I'm trying to doze off."

"No wonder Edward likes you," I heard Jasper mutter. I stared at him coldly, narrowing my eyes at him. Is he changing the subject or what? Has he found my weakness when it comes to this kind of situation? Well if he did; damn him.

"Don't change the subject Jasper." I said in a hard voice. Wow. Jasper and I aren't even that close and I'm trying to be like a freaking mother at him.

"Well. . . The thing is – I kind of like Alice." Jasper confessed.

I stared at him in confusion. What's Alice going to be in this? "And why would Alice be the source of you and your sister's fight?"

He took a deep breath. "I was trying to ask Rosalie what are the things that she like since she and Rosalie have been friends for almost thirteen years." Jasper confessed, running a hand through his blond locks.

I smiled. I was beginning to yawn but controlled it. Since when did I become so. . . Shallow? I don't think that's the right word for my attitude right now. "Aww, that's so sweet. You're in love with her since you were kids."

Jasper stared at me in shock, his eyes widening. "H-How did you know about that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Friend instincts. It doesn't mean that I only met Alice for two days, means that I don't know nothing about her. Well, actually, I was saying. . . I could see it in your eyes that you love her. . . for a long time."

Jasper burst out, laughing. "What are you? The love guru? Alice doesn't even like me. She thinks me and her brothers are a pack of Neanderthals."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. It's already late. . . Why won't you talk to Emmett or. . . Edward about it. They are her brothers which means they are the closest."

He thought for a minute. "Thanks though. But I think either Edward or Emmett's going to kill me for liking their sister."

That caught me off guard. "Why would they?"

Jasper looked at me like I don't know what are the ABC's. "Guy codes. Don't date your best friend's sister."

I rolled my eyes again. "Trust me. They will understand. You guys have been hanging out since kids, they will not misjudge you for being with their sister."

Jasper hesitated for a moment before smiling. "Thanks Bella. I appreciate the help. You're not bad as I thought you would."

"Me too Jasper." I told him. "I'm glad to help." I smiled at Jasper before turning my back on him to go inside my dorm.

I have been hearing situations like that since Renesmee had her first crush. I remembered she was twelve back then and I was thirteen. She told me that this guy she liked doesn't like her and being a supportive sister that I should be, I always tell her advices about this kind of thing. Even though I haven't experienced things like that – I knew.

Don't laugh at me, I read romance novels and watch romantic drama or romantic comedy movies. Renesmee was one of the boys back then but she became a little. . . Wild at her sophomore year. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister, she's just bugging the hell out of me when she started dating star athletes and popular guys at school. I wish she would stick in being 'one of the boys'. Or I should have should have been with that group.

I heard Jasper's boots fade away after he thanked me again and told me good night. I picked up the keys from my pocket and opened the door. I saw Rosalie on her bed, lying on her stomach while her legs swinging up. There was a magazine sprawled in front of her and she was talking to someone on the phone. Rosalie saw me and waved, giving me a small smile. With that kind of smile, men here in Dartmouth are going to fall head over heels.

Rosalie's perfect and so as Alice. How about me? No. I'm just average and I'm cool with being an average girl.

I closed the door behind me quietly as I sat at my bed. I quickly put the plastic of medicine inside my bag and sighed. Rosalie snapped her phone shut and she threw her Blackberry at her bag. I cringed. That phone is way too expensive and she was doing that to the cellphone. Well, they are rich kids. They could replace and buy all the things they want.

"So. . . I'm glad you got a taxi." Rosalie said, her eyes focused on the magazine in front of her.

I pursed my lips. "Well, not a taxi."

"A what?" She asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "It doesn't even matter." Then I changed the subject. I don't want them to know that Edward was my ride to school. Because if they knew, they're going to harass me with annoying questions. "Your brother is out there a moment ago."

Rosalie groaned and closed her eyes. "My brother is a prick. He doesn't understand the meaning of 'get away',"

"I talked to him." I told her. "He said he was having problems – with Alice." I confessed.

Rosalie eyed me. "Jasper told you?" I nodded and she shook her head. "I just don't understand my brother sometimes. He love Alice but he doesn't want to do something. And I was being quiet because I know that it's the best if Jasper tells her, himself."

"You're right, Rosalie." I whispered. "Actually, Jasper said that the only thing that got him from telling Alice is because of Emmett. . . And Edward."

"What about them?"

"He said that he doesn't want to break The Guy Code. Never date your friend's sister." Rosalie snorted.

"Yeah, right." She said sarcastically.

I paused, not knowing what to say. "I think I should go to sleep now." I blurted out.

Rosalie laughed. "Bella, it's only a quarter to nine. Chill."

"Well, I want to be ready for my first day of college." I insisted. Rosalie shrugged.

"Suit yourself." She replied. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower before turning to dress in a shirt and flannel pajamas. I snuggled close to my bed and tried to sleep even though the lights were still on. I heard Rosalie's phone rang again and heard the song Material Girl by Madonna. It was probably Alice. I sighed, closing my eyes, trying to focus on sleeping and my responsibilities for being a good student at college. And the most important thing is to ignore Edward freaking Cullen.

It wasn't till a few minutes later I felt unconscious. I guess my eyes and body were tired from the awful stress today and push the blanket over my head.

I almost fainted when I saw this... this Adonis. Though, he looked more handsome than Adonis himself. His eyes were the most beautiful green I've ever seen, his hair was a strange color of bronze and it was a mess that look like he just gone out of bed, but it has character. And I like every part of it. His jaw was squared and very strong-looking. His lips were a soft pink and my favorite part of him and the most dazzling was his crooked smile.

This is wrong. Something is wrong. I groaned at my sleep and tried to open my eyes but I couldn't. I felt like I was trap from a horrible nightmare. Well, that is so cliché since I'm already in one right now. I tried to move my fingers or arms so that I could smack my face with it but couldn't. My breathing sped up as I panicked, thinking why wasn't I opening my eyes? Shit, I should have took my medicine before sleeping.

What time was it, anyway? Maybe Rosalie could see me? But I was unlucky when I heard nothing but the soft music exploding at the dorm next door. Rosalie was asleep.

I kept my breathing controlled, feeling that I can't breathe anymore a moment ago. I think something is blocking my lungs. Then, I started to dream again.

"Who are you?" I asked. I knew that it would be rude, but I was curious and I didn't know what to say so... The god-looking guy smiled got a little bigger and it made my heart melt.

"I'm Edward Cullen." The guy said and his voice was like velvet, it made the hair on my back rose from it. It was so heartbreakingly beautiful. Could this guy get more perfect? Edward stretch his hand toward me. "You?"

I was having flashbacks, they are not dreams. They are fucking flashbacks and they're trying to kill me. Why the hell would I dream about Edward? Please, just make it stop. Another flashback came into my mind. And this time, it was the most painful thing ever.

The sound of the cheers from downstairs were like a concert and at the same time, the fireworks were blown to the sky. And also, Edward pressed his soft lips against mine and I suddenly wrapped my arms around his neck. His kiss was like heaven, and the way his pink lips molded with mine, I felt my head dizzy. Then I think I felt his tongue brushed against my lower lip, begging for entrance. I opened my mouth, welcoming him, and our tongues finally met each other. Tasted each other. It felt simply divine. My heart was pounding at my chest rapidly. This couldn't be a dream. This was so real. This was the first time I kissed a man - French kiss too, actually - and it felt really nice.

Edward attacked my mouth, his tongue fighting with my own and I moaned. Our lips parted for a moment, before staring at each other's eyes for a moment. Edward's eyes were dark from the angst and lust that's he craving. I pecked his lips quickly before pushing my tongue in his mouth again. And this time, he was the first one to moan.

My hands went quickly to Edward's hair, messing it up more as we continue to made out. I wanted him so badly. I know that we just met, but when he talks, he smiles, he laughs, his attitudes, his body language was simply beautiful.

"Bella..." Edward was panting hard, and me too. "I need you...," I nodded and I took his hand and led him to the bed. My room was dark so I bet no one could see us. Edward took off my jacket and threw it to the floor. I put off my shoes while he did.

"Bed - now." Edward growled and I pressed my ass to the mattress before lying. Edward took off his jacket and discarded it to the floor and unbuttoned my shirt and when Edward opened my shirt, he didn't even bother taking it off. He quickly kissed my neck and I wanted so badly for him to leave a mark on me. I can't wait for him to touch the rest of my body. That's when I heard a pound on the door.

I regained consciousness and quickly sat up. I felt the sticky, oily sweat rolling off my face, to my neck and up to my chest. My back was wet and that made my shirt a little oily. My palms were sweaty as I gasped for air.

I don't love Edward Cullen. I used to think that I love him. . . But I seriously can't. I'm afraid of getting hurt. Hell, I was already in hurting. I just felt betrayed and felt that I was. . . used.

Something clicked in me. Used. Then I recall Rosalie's early words that Edward's not good for me. She told me that I don't deserve a man like Edward. I believed Rosalie though but I was confused and anxious why was she telling me this. Is it because Edward' s a bad influence? Yes, he was. A week later after my family left the resort, I was acting a little. . . Strangely. To my family, though. Renesmee used to laugh and tease me but when she looked at me – I could see that she was trying to hold back something. I guessed it's because the expression on my face. These days, Renesmee was teasing and joking with me again since she saw the improvement. I was glad that my sister, for once, didn't ask about what's happening to me. I think she understands me but doesn't know the whole thing.

My parents, on the other hand, were a different story. They thought that I did something bad or someone abused me and didn't try to say anything. I told them that no one hurt me. They believed me. . . Well, my mother, Renee, believed me but my father didn't.

He was being stubborn, trying to tell me that I have to say the truth. But I was stubborn too, I keep repeating that I'm fine and told them that I was not in a good mood these days. After a few days of persuading, my Dad gave up.

I was hurt back then. I thought that things are going to end up good but it turned out pretty disastrous. My parents were even worried about me – they thought I was in trauma or something.

When I first met Edward, I felt the connection and I thought we were going to be great friends. . . or maybe more than that. But, I guess happily ever afters don't usually happen.

I'm not expecting that Edward and I are going to end up together like marrying and having babies or something stupid. I was thinking that things would be great around him. That things are going to end up nice.

I heard a moan from across the room and I saw Rosalie shifting her lying position towards me. I sighed. I felt glad that I didn't scream because Rosalie would be up and will ask tons of question. I ran a hand through my hair and searched for the clock. The green, glowing numbers of the clock showed that it was two-thirty in the morning. I need to sleep. But I was afraid that if I close my eyes, I would have flashbacks again.

You need to face it Bella. I said to myself. I swallowed and leaned back to the pillow, not caring if I was drenched in sweat. I was tired. And if I was going to dream about Edward Cullen again, might as well accept it.

I snuggled close to my pillow again and closed my eyes, dreaming of the vast darkness before my eyes.

T.B.T.

I woke up by myself again and saw Rosalie, who was still asleep. I was very happy that I haven't dream of Edward again. I mean, it already hurt.

It was my first day in college. Thinking about college makes me dizzy. I have so many predicaments in the past twenty-four hours. Ugh. Why does Edward Cullen have to go to school here in Dartmouth? There are plenty of colleges to pick and this is where he had ended.

I hate my life. Plain and simple. I know it sounds cliché but that's really true.

I rolled off of the bed, sighing before glancing at my alarm clock. It was six in the morning and classes start at eight in the morning. Shit, it has been three hours and thirty minutes since I woke up. I better get up before Rosalie wakes up so that I could take a shower early.

I went to the small closet and searched for my clothes. Rosalie had already picked her clothes for her first day in college, and also Alice. They said that it was good that they have to be ready. I sighed. Rich kids.

I was stupid though. I haven't thought about that too. I was so sick and tired from everything that I fell asleep. I went to the closet, quickly picking up the clothes to wear. I settled in with a black, long sleeve shirt and blue jeans. I don't want to wear something that's very uncomfortable – and very extravagant, I might add. I probably might mental note not to wear too much make-up. Hell, I don't even wear make-up. Almost all of the woman population here in Dartmouth wear make-ups and wear almost inappropriate clothing.

They wear those kind of things just to catch attention. Especially catching the attention of a rich, hot, athletic boy. Guys like Edward Cullen. I quickly stopped thinking about it and shoved the thought away from me. I snorted quietly, not wanting to disturb Rosalie from sleeping. I don't want another slash inside my heart again.

I pulled out my toiletries from my bag and went to pick up my clothes and underwear. As soon as I was inside of the bath room, I stripped down on my clothes and hopped off in the shower. I was glad that the shower was warm and comforting, instead of being cold and itchy to me. I closed my eyes and leaned on the wall beside me. What the hell was I going to do with Edward? I am trying to convince him that I don't want him near me nor I won't forgive him. It's simple as pie – forget about the things that happened between us so that we could make our damn life easy.

I turned the shower off and looked for my towel, brushing the dampness of my hair and body. When I was starting to get a little dry, I put on my clothes. After putting all of it on me, I dashed off across the medium-sized bathroom to Rosalie's long mirror. What could I say? She's rich.

I saw myself on the mirror and feel a little uncomfortable. People are going to see me wearing clothes like this. They are all rich and probably mean, when they see me – they will start to think that I'm an outsider. But not to Rosalie, Alice and Jasper. And Emmett I think. They accepted me and made me feel welcome. I was grateful that my roommate was Rosalie and not some dumb blond rich cheerleader.

Then my eyes drifted to my hair. Should I pull it into a pony tail or I will just let it fall on my shoulders. My hair Is a mess when it's not tied so I'll just stick to plan A. I quickly grabbed a clip and tied my hair neatly.

I stared my eyes, seeing the small bags underneath them. I was an insomniac and was always depress. People wouldn't mind the eye bags, I know they have one on them too.

When I was beginning to loosen up a bit, I went out of the bathroom and went straightly to sit on the bed, glancing at the clock. It was almost seven o'clock and school starts almost in an hour. I happened to remember Rosalie, who was still sleeping peacefully at her bed.

I think I need to wake her up. People like her are busy when it comes to their appearance. They have to look good at the public. But Rosalie was already perfect that I think she doesn't need any make up.

I walked from across the room and squat a little so that I could poke Rosalie's arm, lightly. Rosalie moaned and start rolling slightly on the bed. I poked her again and this time I whispered, "Rosalie". Rosalie didn't respond nor move and I thought she was knock unconscious again when I heard her hummed.

"Rosalie you need to wake up." I said a little louder and more determine this time. She didn't budge, instead she covered the blanket over her head, mumbling something that I didn't catch. "Rosalie. . . You only have at least forty minutes to get dressed." And with that, Rosalie shot out of bed and went to the bathroom quickly.

"Ugh. Why didn't you wake me up earlier Bella?" She demanded while picking up the brush on her drawer and started untangling the messed up Golden locks.

"Sorry. I didn't expect that you would still be sleeping." I whispered, looking down. I heard Rosalie mumbled an 'Okay' before turning into the bathroom, quickly shutting the door.

I readied my things for college and put my bag at the bed. I slipped in my Converse and attached my watch on my left wrist. When I saw it was seven-thirty, I quickly put the strap of my bag over my shoulder and knock lightly on the bathroom door, where Rosalie was still inside. I should have known.

"Rosalie?" I said. I heard her yell back in response. "I'm going now. . . Are you okay with that?"

"Sure Bella! Do you know where and how to get to the main?" She asked through the dripping sound of the shower.

"Yeah, I got it!" I exclaimed as I went for the door.

While I walked to the main building, I saw several people scattered around the area, talking, chatting and laughing with each other.

I breathed out a sigh or relief when they were not looking at me. I was hoping that they would not talk to me too. When I walking at the hallway, when I saw Alice. She was talking to some tall girls who were wearing artistic and fancy clothes. I decided not to interrupt Alice so I passed by them but heard my name being called. I observed that she was wearing a hot pink blouse, a white motorcycle jacket and designer jeans.

I could see that she was beaming. Whoa.

"Hey, Bella!" She squeaked, wrapped her arms around me. Alice was a very enthusiastic person, I could tell. It could rival any three year olds here in the country. I was a little stunned that she would do this in front of the people around her.

"Hi Alice," I managed to whisper as I quickly hug her back and pulled away from her arms.

The three girls were staring at us curiously.

"Guys this is Bella. Bella this is Jessica, Lauren and Angela." She nodded towards the group of girls in front of us.

"Hey," I whispered, biting my lip.

"Nice to see you," The girl from the right, Angela, greeted enthusiastically as she grabbed my hand and shook it. I was slightly surprised that someone like her would do that. "I'm Alice's roommate."

I smiled, knowing Angela was a nice girl. But I wasn't sure about the two girls beside her. "You too, Samantha."

Angela let go of my arm and stepped backwards, turning to her friends. The girl with dark blond hair, Jessica, smiled at me. "The name is Jessica Stanely. The future Madonna."

The full blond, Lauren, snorted. "Yeah, right."

Jessica huffed, shrugging. "Can't blame a girl for dreaming, Lauren." She snapped back at her. Lauren didn't flinch, she just keep grinning.

"Whatever Jessica. We already know you are bad at music." Lauren pointed out. Jessica's face fell and her eyes were beginning to dark a little.

"Lauren!" Alice chided, her eyes widened as she gasped at her friend. "That's not nice!" Angela nodded, agreeing. I could tell that Lauren was the bitch here in this group.

Lauren started laughing and narrowed her eyes at Alice. "Ugh. Just fucking ignore me and forget the shit that I just said." Angela was about to protest something and Jessica looked like she was already to rip out Lauren's hair when Lauren rolled her eyes.

"See you 'round," She muttered before quickly storming away. I just stood there, watching the scene before me.

"What a bitch," I suddenly blurted out without even thinking. Three pairs of eyes stared at me in shock and my eyes widened with fear. "Oh Gosh. I'm so sorry. I don't know what's gotten in me."

Then they laughed. They just freakin' laugh.

"Don't worry Bella. We already knew that." Angela assured me, smiling. Then she turned serious and looked at Jessica. "You alright, Jess?"

Jessica's eyes turned normal as she blinked. "Y-Yeah I'm fine. Ugh. Tell me – why is Lauren our friend again? And why the fuck is she in the group? She should have picked Tanya's slutty group."

Alice sighed, shaking her head. "You already know. They're after me. No – they're using me to try to get to 'Cullen fucking brothers'," Alice rolled her eyes when she said the name. I kind of snorted at it. Yeah, I should have known the Cullens are the hot topic of yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Jessica sighed. "Lauren changed, though. She used to be. . . well, the same as she is now but she is more. . . caring."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Just forget about it Jessica. We'll just ignore her when she says something like that again." Angela said, looking around.

Before someone could reply, I heard the sound of heels clicking and I looked up to see Rosalie. Whoa. Rosalie was. . . Like a Goddess. Wow. A group of men several feet away from us stared at Rosalie then a guy whistled, appreciating Rosalie's appearance. Rosalie rolled her eyes and stared at us with a smile on her beautiful face.

"Hi guys," Rosalie greeted. "So what did I miss?" We stared at her.

"You don't wanna know," I muttered, smiling as I shook my head. When there's only ten minutes left, Alice and I went to our class. We actually have the same one together. I was feeling good that I know one person in the room. But when I was about to walk in the room, Alice pulled me from the other direction.

"Alice, the class is this way," I said, a little confused.

"Wait. I want to tell you something." Alice told me. I saw that we were approaching the ladies bathroom. Alice stuck her little head inside the bathroom, probably checking if someone is there. When it was all cleared, she drag me inside.

"So. . . Hit it." I told her, leaning at the counter where the sink is. Alice closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Jasper asked me out!" She squealed when she opened her eyes. My eyes widened, feeling great that Jasper asked her out.

"Really? That's great!" I told her enthusiastically. Of course I was enthusiastic, I gave Jasper the advice and he finally had the guts to face Alice. I was curious though. It only happened last night.

But, I remembered that Alice doesn't like Jasper.

"Wait, I thought you. . . you know, hate him?" I mumbled, looking down at the floor. Alice snorted and I snapped my head towards her.

"Bella, don't you know the statement 'the more you hate, the more you love'?" Alice asked, giggling. My eyes widened in shock.

"So. . . This whole time you like Jasper?" I said, pure shock in my voice. Alice nodded, smiling. Wow. These two don't know what they're missing.

"When did he ask you?" I asked.

Alice let out another quiet squeal again. Wow, this woman's loud. "Last night. He came to my dorm, knocking so loudly that I should opened it. When I opened it, his fist paused mid-air, then his eyes widened. I asked him why was he here and he blurted out the exact words, 'Would you go out with a date with me Alice?'"

"Whoa." I managed to say. I told Jasper to talk about this to Alice's brother. He probably didn't since he had the confidence. Well. Good for him.

"Come on Alice. We don't want to be late." I muttered when I remembered about college. I looked at my watch and saw that we only have five minutes left before class would start and this time I dragged a bouncy Alice to class.

College classes were Hell. I got a little bit sleepy at Mathematics because our professor was a hell boring. I could see I wasn't the only one. It was worse at English.

Edward Cullen was there. I sat away from him as far as possible, trying to ignore eye contact. I keep stealing glances at him and saw that he was looking at me. Damn him. I have to get away from Edward. He's a bad influence for me. I can't focus when something – I mean someone – is bother me. Edward was smart, answering the right questions whenever the teachers asked him a question.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a strawberry blond girl leaned up to him a little. He was sitting at the back since the teacher was not paying attention on them. My hands fisted when I saw that. What the hell am I doing? I am surely not jealous. Well. . . A little bit. But it doesn't give a reason why I was being jealous.

Maybe because you like Edward. The voice inside me said. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Shut up conscience.

When the bell rang, I started picking up my books and putting them inside my bag. I was one of the few students who were very sloppy. Edward was already out of the classroom. When I walked off from the room, a man with black, slick hair and a rough skin came to me. I started to panic. Please, let him not be flirting with me or something.

But I was surprised when the man handed me something. I looked at the thing, confused and saw that it was a piece of paper. I looked up at the man.

"Who's it from?" I asked.

The man shook his head, shrugging. I sighed, thanking him before walking away. Then dozen of thoughts flowed through me. Please don't be an admirer, please don't be.

When I was walking off to my next class, I opened the paper and gasped when I saw elegant writing. It was from Edward. Please tell me that this is from another Edward that I don't know.

I took a deep breath and looked at my wristwatch. I only have ten minutes before class starts again.

I peeked at his handwriting and felt a wave of familiarity when I saw it. This is definitely Edward Cullen.

Dear Bella,

I know I have been a possessive jerk to you.

I snorted. Really? A possessive jerk? Whatever. I continued reading the letter as if my life depends on it.

And you already know the thing that happened to us. I'm sorry for that. I know, you want me to go away but I can't just forget about it, Bella. I bet you can't forget about it too. I will keep apologizing to you until you forgive me. I don't care if it takes four years or more than that.

I am deeply sorry for everything Bella. I just wish we could start over again.

Edward

I gaped at the paper before me. If you think I'm in shock because of his words, then you are wrong. Absolutely fucking wrong. I'm aggravated, furious and at the same time pissed. Why can't he just let go the and don't get the concept of "forgetting"? Was he trying to make my life more horrible? Yes. Only a "possessive", stubborn jerk would do were passing me as I tried to re-read it over when I was about to crumple the paper, I saw a fine writing at the back of it. There was another note.

Could you at least talk to me? Even though you're very mad. This time, instead of crumpling it, I tore the piece of paper and crumple it. He even had the nerve to tell me that. Bastard.

I threw it to the nearest trash can I could find and walked to my next class. When I step foot on the room, I heard someone call my name. I tensed up and my eyes snapped at the big, burly man who had short curly hair, bright blue eyes and had cute dimples. Emmett Culllen. At least, he was not his brother. Emmett smiled at me when he got my attention. A group of girls stared at me as I walked up to a seat that I could find. There were a few students that I knew since they attended some of the classess with me.

When I put my bag on the chair, Emmett whined. "Bella, sit here right next to me! Come one , sis!" He shouted. The guys, who looked like Emmett's friends and football players, stared at Emmett curiously and with shock.

"Shit, guys." Emmett told them. "I'm not cheating on my baby Rose! Jeez. Get a grip. Bella here is my lil' sis. . . Or should I say future sister." My mouth fell open as my eyes widened in shock. Oh God. He did not just say that in front of his friends. His friends mirrored the same expression on my face. I snapped out of it and looked around if anyone heard it. But I could see none. Though, half of them were trying to listen to the conversation with Emmett and his friends.

Without even thinking about it, I exclaimed, "Emmett!" in a scolding voice. Emmett smirked at me before winking. Well, at least he was being playful and he doesn't look like he was being an ass.

Then Emmett turned his attention on his friends, whispering in a low voice. "You fuckers need to quiet it down or I swear to God, I will break your jaw." He threatened seriously but I could hear the hint of amusement on his voice.

"Fuck," The blond guy who had a pony tail said. "Ed's gotta fiance? Shit. . . Never even registered in my mind." He smiled, shaking his head.

The dark man with dark hair snorted. "Is it really true? Your bro's got a girl?" The man winked at me, being playful. I blushed, staring at my feet. I could sense that they are all being playful. I looked at the time and we only have at least five minutes. Please. Just end it there.

Emmett grinned. "Actually. Eddie boy doesn't have a fiance. . . But. . . Well, it's a secret. These two have a history together." My heart just lurched frantically, panicking and thinking why would Emmett know. Shit. It's Edward effin' Cullen. Common sense, Bella.

The men hooted so loud that the students there looked at them. I blushed harder that I thought. Damn cheek. I went to the seat right next to Emmett and slumped on my back, waiting for the professor.

The students chatted so loudly that you think this was high school all over again. Finally, the professor walked in the classroom and introduced herself to us. Before she did that, she told everybody to be quiet and sit properly. At least the tone of her voice was friendly enough.

After class, I quickly grabbed my things and went out of the classroom as fast as possible. I leaned at the wall, sighing as I ran a hand through my hair while the students were walking out of the door. I was waiting for Emmett, wanting to know that why would he say that? In front of his friends? It's beyond embarrassing, I tell you. I felt the urge to hit somebody – and I was imagining Edward's pretty face being bruised – when I found out that somebody told him the different story. If it was Edward. . . I'll make him say good bye to his model face. Who was to even blame? Emmett couldn't come up with something like that if no one told him.

When I heard laughing, I looked at my left, waiting for Emmett to appear. When he appear, I quickly grab his front collar and dragged him away from the students, out of earshot. I ignored the yells of his friends as I pulled Emmett.

When we were already at earshot, I crossed my arms across my chest.

"What the Hell?" I exclaimed. "Emmett. . . Why would you say that?" I demanded, furious. Emmett laughed.

"No, shit. Don't worry, sis. They only thought I was joking." He told me sincerely.

I rolled my eyes as I tried not to punch him. "No – I mean, why would you tell them 'the history of Edward and I', since we do not even have a history!"

Emmett chuckled. Chuckled? Why would he laugh at something like this!? "Calm down, sis --,"

"And don't call me sis," I interrupted, my temper boiling. "I am not going to be Edward's. . . wife and neither will I be his."

"I didn't say that." He replied, quite amused. "Look, si – I mean Bella. You guys do have a history together as New Year's Eve --,"

"Yes, but your friends might think we slept together." I told him, panic dreaded me as I imagined the whole school knowing about this. "Which never happened, anyway."

"I know."

I narrowed my eyes at his response. "How did you know about this? Who told you?"

Emmett looked at me like I just turned into an infant. "Alice, duh. Edward wouldn't have told me that. The shithead is always secretive."

I shook my head. "Can we talk about this later? I need to go to my class."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever. We don't need to talk about this, sis." I gave him a look which he ignored. Gah. He finally found my weakness. "Because. . . What's done is done. You gotta accept the truth that you like my brother." Before I could protest, he hurriedly went back to his friends who were talking to a bunch of girls.

What the Hell?

When classes ended, I decided that I should talk to Edward about this. In person. I want him to see that I don't need his fucking apology nor his stubbornness. I barged into the building where the guys dorm is located. I saw a freshman listening to his iPod at the bench. I went up to him and stopped.

The guy saw me and pulled his earphones away from his ears.

"Do you know where Edward Cullen's dorm is?" I asked politely. The guy smiled. He's friendly.

"Yeah. Second floor, sixth door of the left hallway." He told me.

"Thanks," I replied quietly, going for the stairs. When the guy put in his earphones back and started swaying his head to the music, I ran on the stairs. Luckily, it was only the second floor and went to the left hallway as the guy directed. When I saw the sixth door, I banged the door using my fist. I heard somebody shout and groan. But the voice wasn't Edward's. My mouth fell open when I heard the voice. It was very familiar.

The voice was manly and at the same time young. The only shout and groan would own that was my sister's boyfriend. What the fuck? I must be hallucinating things.

I banged the door again and finally, I heard someone's footsteps and opened the damn door. I stood in shock as I saw who was it. Shit.

"Jake? Who is it?" That was Edward. His voice soft, silky and warm. Oh, shut it will you?

"For fucks sake. . . Sissy B! You're here!" Jacob shouted. I almost slapped him from callling me that again. Renesmee's boyfriend my ultimate I-want-him-to-be-my-brother-in-law.

"Jacob," I breathed. Whoa. Is this really a small world?