(Bella's point of view)
It's the end of my junior year in high school and I am worn out. Finals are next week, but with the concussion I have, I won't be able to study. I sat in my room glancing at my previous year books. I smiled when I came across Rosalie's picture.
FLASHBACK (freshman year)
"Edward I can't go out with you. I love you but I need to really focus on my grades and sports. I don't see how I could possibly squeeze in a boyfriend." I shuffled my feet.
"Hey Bella it's cool, I understand." I hugged him like I was saying goodbye, then I jumped on the late bus a little more courageous than before.
2 weeks later
"Hey Bella! You remember Rosalie right? She's my new girlfriend." Edward was ecstatic. I was so relieved that he got over me because I thought that we wouldn't last. I honestly thought that he'd push for sex and I wouldn't put out.
"Hey." I beamed. She nodded.
END FLASHBACK
"What are you smiling at?" Jazz asked. I didn't notice him ring my doorbell, but I let him in my room.
"Remember freshman year? I could've been Edward's girlfriend. How awkward is that?" He laughed.
"That is incest right there." He calmed down. He walked through my room and focused on the awards on the walls.
"You know…I admire you." He moved closer.
"You don't play hard to get, you are hard to get because you're focused." His arms wrapped around my hips.
"Jazz what are you doing?" I wanted this, but he has a girlfriend.
"Something I should've done the minute Edward was no longer a threat." Then he leaned in and kissed me.
Beep! Beep!
My phone screamed. I woke up to a new Facebook tag. Wow. So much for beauty sleep.
I was disappointed. It was only a dream. My clock said 6:28pm. Damn and I never started my homework.
I sat up and my yearbook page crumbled under my weight. I smoothed it out and placed it back on the shelf. I don't know. It was like ever since Edward had his girlfriend, me and Jazz got closer. I noticed things, like the way he walked, his golden hair spilling over in his eyes. I loved his southern accent and so much more. He made me laugh. He was honest and he was there to listen to ridiculous stories I shared. I love him.
I was lovestruck. Our sophomore year was the closest thing we had to a serious relationship. He never admitted it to me until winter break, but I told him I was over him. Idiot! Why couldn't he see through the lie?
I pulled Pandora up on my laptop. The Only Exception by Paramore played. I couldn't help but sing along with it.