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Chapter 7: Bi-Polar Roller Coaster

I'm sorry this was supposed to be up earlier. *hangs head in shame* This is the first time I've been able to update thanks to work. I'm sorry!

Since I've had such amazing reviews, I'm adding a short chapter. I think I'm going to start PM'ing previews to chapters to my best reviewer for each chapter. I can't choose a specific day for when I'll update because of my job. My schedule changes every week, so I never know when I'll be on. It'll be once a week, though!

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I threw my phone across the room when it started ringing. Again. Rosalie has been trying to get a hold of me since the interview last week. There was no way I was going to forgive her for this. It was her fault that Edward interrupted my interview.

I put on my brown coat and tucked my hair under my baseball cap. Yes, even we celebrities have to go grocery shopping. Grabbing my keys, I ran to my car. There was no way to escape this rain; even under an umbrella.

I've never really had a problem grocery shopping. It's only happened twice that I've been recognized, and an autograph kept the paparazzi from being called. I should have known that something was going to happen.

I had gotten to the baking aisle when my foot decided to dance with some water on the floor. I slid and knew the ground was happily waiting to say hello to my face. It's been much too long since we've seen each other.

As I started to actually fall, instead of slide, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Once I awkwardly got my balance, I looked to see Edward grinning at me.

"Is something wrong, Miss Swan?"

My anger was immediately flared. How can he be so casual around me after what he did? Does anyone happen to have a hammer I can borrow?

"Don't ever talk to me, Mason. You had your many chances."

I quickly put the baseball cap back on my head and returned to my cart. As I was just about to walk away, I felt that hand wrap around my wrist.

"C'mon, Bella. We need to talk," he said with a cocky grin.

"We don't need to do anything, Edward. You had your chance. Leave me alone!"

I yanked my wrist out of his grasp and started to quickly walk away. Did I mention how freakishly long his legs are? He caught up to me in no time.

"Don't be like that, Bella-boo. Just because we're broken up doesn't mean we can't be friends."

What. The. Hell?

"Edward, what is wrong with you?! One day you're treating me like crap; the next it's like we're best friends! Pick a side and leave me alone!"

He stopped walking and looked stunned.

"I-."

"Edward, don't. I'm so sick and tired of you. Just…don't."

I quickly ran to the check-out lane and paid. Once I was in my car I couldn't stop the tears. Why did it hurt to turn away from him?