This one's dedicated to my most faithful reviewer, Lanababe.

Disclaimer: I don't own twilight

"Sure he's your boyfriend? Unless you're one of those easy couples, who aren't into commitment. I mean that's cool, although I'm that not into it. Oh, who am I to talk! Of course I am! After all, the more the merrier!" Sam babbled on.

"EDWARD!" I screeched ignoring Sam.

"Okay! Guess you are into commitment. That's cool too." Sam cooed from behind.

The duo broke from their little make out session as I stormed across the hallway.

"Bella, Hi! Look who I found! My darling Beth." Edward smiled, hopelessly.

"DARLING BETH?" I yelled in return. Something was not right here.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him into the nearest bathroom.

It turned out to be female, so the few freshmen fixing their makeup ran screaming from the mirror at the sight of a boy entering their territory.

"Bella what's wrong?" Edward asked.

"What's wrong?" I half shouted, half whispered. "I just caught you with Beth, hot lips!"

"Beth? No that's crazy. I ran out of Trigonometry into the music rooms. They were abandoned so I played piano for a bit. I wrote you a new song. Want to hear?" He asked and waggled his eyebrows.

"This is unbelievable. I saw you!" I cried and replayed the memory in my head.

Edward watched it intently.

"I…I don't remember that." He answered astonished.

Liar. I thought as I stormed out of the bathroom.

Edward stood there wordlessly, staring into space.

***

I went through the next periods in a sort of trance, blocking out Edward and keeping my guard up at all times.

The stagnant headache that had kept appearing and disappearing all day had finally vanished.

Sam invited me to sit with her at lunch and I accepted.

Who knew where Edward was. Maybe hunched over Beth in the music rooms for all I knew.

Sam's group sat in a circle under a large shady tree.

I noticed David, the boy who'd been injured by Beth, sat among us. His nose was beginning to bruise, but he didn't seem to mind. He was more concerned that I was sitting next to him.

"Bella, this is David." Sam introduced us, after she'd finished naming the other ten or so teenagers, smiling around me.

"He's a senior." She whispered excitedly in my ear.

Hypothetically David was a year old than us. This would mean if Beth was in his classes than she was too.

"You're a senior?" I asked David.

"Yes, do I not look the part?" He grimaced.

"No! It's just… that girl, Beth, she's in your grade?" I asked astonished.

"Yes," He mumbled, "We went to junior high together. She may be small, but she's just your regular, eighteen year old champion kick boxer." He finished clearly not satisfied with my question. I'd embarrassed him by bringing Beth up.

Kick boxer? Well that explained it, but could it be a cover up for a secret much darker?

"So why isn't she at some champion kick boxing school then?" I pressed on.

"Beth's father a trillionaire, he's responsible for all the hover technology, you know?" He sighed, clearly beginning to tire from our conversation.

"Really? What's she doing in little old Forks then? She could be in some of the most elite schools in the country with that kind of fortune." I responded, curiosity getting the better of me.

"Beth's been expelled from every "elite" school possible to enroll into. Forks is just the last resort. She's pretty violent when she doesn't get her way." He said gesturing to his bruised nose. "Yet, somehow she can be very convincing without the violence." He scowled.

I had a feeling I'd witness a sort of violence firsthand if I continued pressing him about Beth so I changed the topic, not so subtly.

"I see. So do you play soccer?" I politely asked. His mood shifted significantly from uncomfortable to enthusiastic and prattled on about the joys of the sport.

"Bella!" Sam interrupted from the other end of our circle. "I talked to Coach Samuels and he said he's got time this afternoon to trial you for the soccer team!" She beamed. "You in for it?"

Nervously I glanced at David, who was nodding and grinning like a five year old who had hit the red lolly jackpot, then to Sam who was smiling and waiting patiently for my answer.

Me play soccer? Maybe I should have thought this through more vigilantly.

"Um… sure Sam!" I replied with an attempt of confidence in my voice. "What time?"

"Great, straight after last period!"

***

By the end of lunch, I felt slightly better with my new found group of friends close by my side as we headed to English.

"Bella?" A familiar velvety voice called for me from behind. "Bella we need to talk." He said monotonously, staring down at me. I sighed and waved David and Sam off, telling them I'd be a while.

"Yes hot lips?" I retorted expecting an apology.

"It's over Bella." He simply said.

"Excuse me? It's not the first of April so don't joke around with me Edward!" I cried.

"Isabella, it's over. I'm filing for divorce this afternoon. This will be complicated for Reneesme, but she's a big girl now. She'll understand."

"Well sure as hell don't!" I cried.

We were creating more attention for ourselves as students stopped to stare at the unusual argument between the new kids.

I pulled Edward by the cuff of his shirt into a bathroom, male this time since no girls came screaming out; rather a few guys nodded in approval at Edward, thinking bringing a girl in here would lead to something a bit too risqué for my liking in a public place, and left.

"What's wrong with you?" I pleaded, my eyes brimming over with tears.

He stared at me with his cold hard stare. That's when I noticed it. His eyes weren't topaz.

Or black.

Or red.

They were green. Like when he was human.

I looked up at him in confusion. Gently I placed my palm on his temple and let my guard down, permitting him to feel my emotions.

In an instant his eyes flickered from green to topaz. A look of confusion baffled him but as quickly as it came, his eyes turned back to an aberrant green.

"Goodbye Isabella." He replied coldly.

"No Edward! NO!" I cried helplessly.

He waltzed out of the bathroom stiffly.

"Don't leave me!" I sobbed. I pressed myself against the cold tiled wall of the bathroom and slid down into a crouching position, slowly rocking back and forth, clueless.

"Don't leave me." I whispered to myself.

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