(EPOV)

Just wait for it, wait for it, wait for it and-

"Edward!" my sister sang. I knew somehow this was going to happen. It was only a matter of time until she started the whole Bella conversation again. She ran up to me and gave me an evil look… oh shit, she was up to something, and that something was bad. I sent another quick prayer to God that the pain would be quick; somehow, I figured God and I would be developing a strong bond in the near future.

"Yes, Alice?" I asked in a sweet voice. I knew it annoyed her when I pretended to be warm and sweet, when really I was just trying to make her mad, especially because she always bought I was happy.

"Oh Eddie!" Damn it all, I thought we left the nicknames behind for once. "I know that you liked Bella, and a lot. You couldn't stop shooting daggers at Emmett during lunch! What? Eddie-boy is jealous that she has a boyfriend?" Alright, that did it.

"Dear Ali-cat, could you please stop making assumptions? Emmett isn't her boyfriend, he is her brother, pixy." I snapped at her. Alice started turning a deep shade of red. Not good… Note: Never get Alice mad if you want to live a tomorrow. Alice just hated when you called her pixy or Ali-cat; actually, any nickname was a no-go for her. When I knew she was about to rip my head off, I made a quick exit through the school doors, saving my round butt from any unwarranted beating.

I was heading to my Volvo as quickly as my feet would let me, seeing the floor was very slippery and I could easily fall (grace fled from me during winter). I kept laughing randomly, remembering the expression of Amanda's face when I told her not every guy wanted to date her. She looked confused at first, then she looked pissed, and then she looked hurt. It was the hurt part that made me flinch a little bit with guilt, so I did the logical thing: I omitted that from the mental rerun of the encounter. I almost made it past the school's parking lot when I heard someone calling me. Cue word: almost. Dang it!

"Eddie! Wait up for me!" yelled one of my most hated nasal voices. Lauren Mallory. And apparently Amanda Morrison was her new pet. I stopped dead on my tracks knowing that I would have to face them sooner or later. I'd choose later, thank you, but these girls were nothing if not persistent. They both came at me swinging their hips from left to right (my thoughts on that weren't PG-13, so the author has conveniently edited them out). Lauren twisted a little her brown (dyed) hair before releasing it and started talking, much to my dismay.

"Eddie! Long time no see!" …Maybe because I've been avoiding you? "So I was thinking if, like, you wanted to hang out with me this week?" she asked me with a hint of hope in her eyes. Without thinking it twice, I knew my answer. Same as always… NO.

"Um, I actually can't, Lauren." I left the sentence hanging; I couldn't tell her I was sorry, because I wasn't, and I couldn't tell her that some other time, because it would never happen.

"Oh, alright, I guess some other time," she said, and every time she said a word her face fell several inches. I shrugged it off, not wanting to fall into the guilt game, and with a quick bye I made my way to my silver Volvo.

I drove home, listening to Debussy's Claire de Lune. I distracted myself with some music, alternating that with thinking about Bella. As much as I wanted to think about Bella, it wasn't healthy for me or a good idea since I was driving, which could probably lead to a crash (oh, stop it reader, my thoughts aren't like that). I arrived home; scared, partly, because I could see Alice's yellow Porsche in the driveway. I knew that I would have to pay for what I said to her at school, and though it had been worth it, I just loved my life very much and had some things to look forward to (*cough* Bella *cough*), like my silver Volvo. This explanation was important because the last time I pissed Alice off, I found a scratch in my beautiful car, with a post-it beside it reading: HAHAHA! Get me mad again, Cullen, and we'll see how things go then.

Taking my time to get out of the car, I headed to my living room. I only had time to take a step in the room when I was assaulted by a little pixy. Alice looked so mad, I swore I could see smoke coming out of her ears.

"Alice! Forgive me; I was out of my mind back there! Is there anything that would leave me –or my silver Volvo- unharmed?" I begged Alice dramatically. She knew my weakness was my Volvo, and she used it against me all the time.

"Well, take me shopping and NO complaining!" she demanded, even stomping her foot for good measure. I knew this would be her price and that if I didn't agree I would regret it.

"Fine." I grumbled. I loved my sister, but she could be very annoying when it came to shopping. I stomped all the way up to my room, shutting the door behind me. I flopped in the bed, gazing at the ceiling, before taking my iPod. I pressed play and the sound of Lips of an Angel by Hinder came on, lulling me to sleep.

(BPOV)

I absolutely hated myself for having to put off my date with Edward for Friday. I hadn't had any intentions on putting it off, but then I remembered that I had to do some laundry and finish unpacking. When I arrived home from school, Charlie wasn't home yet, so I started making dinner for him. I settled on frozen lasagna and some orange juice (you could never go wrong with orange juice), keeping it simple.

Hours later, once we'd eaten and I'd finished cleaning up dad's and Emmett's mess after dinner (warning Emmett this was the last time I cleaned up after him), I headed to my room to sleep. I plopped down in my bed and fell asleep listening to Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off by Panic! at the Disco, my new favorite song.