Okay, I know I just updated with Chapter 5, but I couldn't stop so here's Chapter 6 as well. I hope you enjoy!!

I have a surprise for all you Jasper fans next chapter!!

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BPOV

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Six months. Six months that asshole has been hiding he had a girlfriend from me? It's one thing not to feel the same way about me that I do for him, but it's a whole other story to hide a part of his life from me for half a year.

Holy shit.

Half of a year. Edward has probably drunkenly kissed me at least ten times during those six months.

And then he tells her he loves her without even talking to me?!

That fucker flips out if I so much as mention someone being good looking!

If I told someone I loved them, I'm pretty sure he would murder them.

And then me.

Ugh, fuck this.

I looked over at Rose who was busy talking on her phone to Jasper again about his flight itinerary.

If I wasn't sure before, I'm sure now that Rosalie would kill for me. I'm positive of it.

She told me she saw Edward before coming in to my house and yelled at him. She also said she slapped him across the face and kneed him in the groin.

Have I mentioned I love her, lately?

I started bouncing my knees impatiently waiting for Rose to write down all the information she needed to pick up Jasper in a few days. When I heard her starting to get off the phone with him, I jumped up, "Wait! Let me talk to him!"

She smiled brightly, "Hey Jazzy, Bella wants to talk to you real quick. Okay, love you. Bye."

She handed me the phone looking smug, "Here you go, Bells."

I grabbed the phone greedily, "Hey Jazz. Sorry to bother you."

"Psh. You think hearing you talk is a bother? I wish we would have talked more often these past two years."

I sighed, thinking how much time I wasted on Edward, "Me too, Jasper. Me too. You have no idea."

"You okay, honey? You still seem a little blue."

"I'm fine now that I'm talking to you."

Did I really just say that outloud? Judging by Rosalie's face, I must have.

I went on before I lost the nerve, "I actually wanted to see if you wanted to come over for dinner at my house when you come home next week. I was thinking of inviting Emmett and Rose over, too. Like a welcome home dinner," I rambled on and on. I am such a dork. This guy isn't even here yet and already I'm asking him over my house?

He is going to think I'm so desperate.

You suck, Bella.

He laughed gently, "You know I'd love that, Bella. I remember the breakfast you made at our house that one morning while I was home. You think, I'd turn down your dinner?"

I blew out a nervous breath, "Thanks Jazz."

"Anytime, beautiful. You okay or do you wanna talk more?"

"No, no. I'm sure you're busy packing and what not. I'll talk to you soon."

"I'll see you soon, gorgeous."

I blushed, "Bye Jasper. I can't wait to see you."

"Same here, Bella. Bye."

Rose looked at me like she was going to burst, "I'm so proud of you! You asked him out! I can't believe it!"

I rolled my eyes, "Having you two and Jasper over for dinner is hardly asking him out. I just wanted to welcome him home properly."

"Oh, I bet you do, you little freak!"

Blushing even worse now I screamed, "Oh my God, Rosalie! You know that's not how I meant that!"

She was bent over laughing so hard I thought her head would explode, "Who knows," she said between breaths, "Maybe dinner will go so well that you invite him to stay for dessert."

I laughed. I couldn't do anything but laugh. "I don't think so Rose. Somehow I think losing my virginity after one dinner just wouldn't go over well with-" I stopped myself.

Was I really just about to say Edward's name?

Do you see how brainwashed I am?

Fuck Edward.

I should bang Jasper on Edward's front lawn just to spite him.

Dick.

Still creeping into my mind aren't you, fucker? Well that shit stops today. I started zooming around my room looking for anything and everything that reminded me of Edward in it, ready to toss anything I came across right in the trash.

Rose looked at me like I had three heads, "What are you doing?"

"Getting rid of all this worthless shit that reminds me of that prick next door! I'm done, Rose. I can't even look at him anymore! I've wasted so much of my life pining over him, listening to him bitch and moan when I talked to a guy, adhering to the lifestyle he planned out for me. For what?! For him to let some whore talk to me like I mean nothing to him and to hear that not only does he love her but he's been with her for six months and never even told me?! ARGHHHH. I want to punch something! I want to punch him!"

I was furious. I saw nothing but red. My eyes were teary, my throat burned, and I wanted vengeance. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. I wanted to humiliate him like he humiliated me.

Rose grabbed me up in a hug, "Shh, babygirl, it's okay. It's okay. Like I said, I already slapped the shit out of him. And I definitely leveled him with that ball shot. He was blue in the face."

She added, "Oh, and I told him that I couldn't wait for Jasper to get here."

I shook my head angrily, "Seriously, no more of this bullshit Rosalie. Help me, please. Help me get all this stuff out of my room. It hurts to see and I need to get over it once and for all. I'm tired of feeling this way. I'm sick of the pity looks you and Em give me," she started to object. "No, I know you don't mean to, but I'm tired of them all the same. I am through."

She looked at me with hurt in her eyes, "Bell, I never pity you. I hurt when you hurt. Believe me. You are my best friend for a reason."

"Why? Cause I hooked you and Emmett up?" I sniffed, trying to lighten my mood.

Rose was teary eyed as she shook her head, "That's like a fraction of the reason why. Do you remember when I first came to Forks, how mean Jessica and Lauren were to me?"

I nodded, "They were just jealous, Rose."

"I know that now, but you stood up for me right away. You were a year younger than me, but we had recess at the same time. Remember? You told them off, threatening to punch them in the nose for being mean to the new girl. We were friends from that day on. We were inseperable."

I sniffed again, tired of the tears, tired of the pain, "I remember. And then Emmett came over to see what had me all upset and he took one look at you and I could tell he was in love."

She laughed, "Bella, Emmett and I were like ten years old. I doubt he loved me then."

I smiled despite my shitty mood, "Well, he certainly didn't give you wedgies like he did me."

She giggled, "That silly, stupid boy."

I exhaled deeply, "So, you don't think I'm selfish, always talking about Edward like this?"

"Silly girl. You are my sister. Like I said, you hurt, I hurt. Simple as that. If Emmett and I broke up, I would be hysterical. And I know that you would be here for me the same way I am going to be here for you."

I hugged her tightly again, "I love you, Rose."

She laughed into my hair, "I love you, too, sweetie."

Just then, Emmett barrelled into my room, "Holy shit, did I just walk into my own fantasy?"

I looked up at him and laughed, standing up and pulling Rose up as I did.

"Hey, Em, how was practice?" I asked trying to avoid talking about Edward at all costs. I was spent.

"Eh, same old, same old. Kicked people's asses all over the field. The usual."

Rose stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss, "Well, I'm glad you showered before you came over here. You always smell so terrible after sweating like that."

He pretended to be hurt, "That stings, Rosie. You don't seem to mind when it's you making me all sweaty."

He dodged her smack and pulled her into a hug. And you know what?

Seeing them happy like this didn't make me sad. It made me happy. They were the best friends I could ask for and treated me like gold. I loved them, I wanted them happy.

They were my safety net when I walked out on the ledge.

I spoke up finally, "Okay, enough mushy, let's de-Edwardize my room."

Emmett scratched his head, "Did I miss something?"

Rose filled him in while I went downstairs to get trashbags.

For some god damn reason, I had to see if that bitch's car was still in his driveway. I think I planned on keying it if it were.

It wasn't, thank God, so I wouldn't have to explain to Charlie why he had to arrest his own daughter for destruction of property.

As I started back up the steps, I heard Emmett yell, "What?!"

I opened my door to see Emmett seething mad. His face was red, his arms were shaking, and he was blowing air out of his mouth over and over.

"Bella, I'm sorry that my brother is such a fucking dickweed. I swear to God when I see him he will pay."

I shook my head no, "Don't worry about it."

Holding up the trash bags I said, "I got it covered. This will hurt him worse than anything you can physically do to him."

"How so?" Emmett asked curious.

"You're going to deliver them to Edward, for me, right?"

He laughed, pushing his fingers together, imitating Mr. Burns from the Simpsons, "Excellent."

We spent the rest of the night cleaning out pictures, stuffed animals, jewelry, notes we would write back and forth to each other in Biology, and pretty much anything that even remotely reminded me of Edward.

It took two hours.

Rose stood up from where she was sitting in the closet, dusting her hands off as she did, "Whew. I think that's everything in the closet."

"I think I got everything from under the bed," Emmett said.

My room looked so bare and unfamiliar now, but that was the point.

Out of sight, out of mind.

As we tied the bags tight, I handed mine to Emmett, who placed his and Rose's by the door.

He pulled me into a hug, "I know he's my brother, but you're my sister, too. I'll never turn my back on you. Promise."

He kissed the top of my head before he pulled away letting Rosalie take over the hugging.

"I love you, sister. I'm proud of you. Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? We'll go to that crappy music store you like and I'll buy you some angry chick music."

I chuckled, "That's exactly what I need. I love you, too. Good night."

I watched as Emmett grabbed up the bags in both hands, while my heart slowly broke all over again thinking that I really was throwing away all the memories of Edward and I.

They waved goodbye to me and I shut the door behind them.

I wish I had told them that Charlie was pulling a double tonight. Maybe they could have stayed with me.

You can do this, I repeated to myself, over and over. All I need is a warm shower and a good book and I'll be fine.

Taking one last look into my empty room, I trudged off to get a shower, to wash the memory of this day far, far away.

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EPOV

I hurt all over.

My face hurts.

My pride hurts.

And my balls definitely hurt.

But the thing that hurts the most is my heart.

I could actually feel Bella's heart breaking as Tanya called her a bitch and said that I loved her.

Me love Tanya?

Ha. Fat chance of that ever happening. What the fuck was I thinking? Yeah she likes the same music as me and she'll give me head. Perfect match!

What a fucking joke.

Bella is my perfect match.

But I've had my head up my fucking ass too long and now it's too late.

The damage is irreparable.

As if to solidify that fact, Emmett burst into my room looking pissed but calmly asking me if I was busy.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm busy counting all the ways I've fucked up with Bella, if that counts."

"Eh, kind of counts. But I have something for you, hold on."

He walked just outside the door, grabbing three large, black trashbags and dropped them angrily on my floor.

"These belong to you. Bella said she doesn't want them anymore. She's de-Edwardized her room."

If I thought my heart was broken before, it most definitely was now.

It felt as if a knife had been violently plunged directly into my heart.

And stabbed repeatedly after that.

"She, she,...what?"

He said it slowly, enunciating each part, "She...de-Ed-ward-ized...her...room."

I fell to the floor and I dared to take a peek into one of the bags. It was filled to the brim with stuffed animals I had given Bella over the years. There was probably ten years worth in there. I dug into the bag to see what other part of my heart would break. There was notes we had written back and forth to each other in Biology that I had no idea she even saved. She even had notes from when we first started high school in there. And at the very bottom was a picture Bella and I had taken at the top of the ferris wheel at a carnival in Port Angeles. It was our favorite picture of the two of us.

I held back the tears, remembering that guys weren't supposed to cry.

"How could she just completely erase me from her life like this Em?"

He looked surprised, "Do you really want me to answer that?"

Why not? I can't feel much shittier.

I nodded, urging him to say what he needed to say.

"Dude, you just don't know how upset she is right now. It's bad enough she's embarassed that you know about her feelings. But she's not even mad about you not liking her back, she's fucking devastated because you've been dating this chick for six months, bro, and you didn't say a word to her! Shit, you didn't say a word to me. I've never seen this girl ever. And I live with you! And then she finds out you told this girl you loved her. That's the kind of things best friends tell one another."

"I wasn't ready for her to meet the family, yet, Emmett. That's the only reason why, I promise."

He shook his head, "That shit is the least of my worries. I told you before and I'll tell you again. Stop fucking with Bella. I mean it, man. You're my brother and I love you, dude, but she doesn't deserve this. I know you know that."

"Nobody hates what I did to Bella more than myself, trust me."

"And what was up with you just letting that girl talk to Bella like that? I don't fucking care if you're marrying this girl, Bella is family, simple as that. Whether you love her as a sister or something else, she's still family. We protect our family."

I sniffed, "I love Bella more than you'll ever know, Emmett. How can I not? I just know how completely fucked up I am and, God, Bella's so fucking perfect. She's kind, she's smart, she's pure, Em. My own mother didn't want me and I was just a fucking baby, what the fuck would Bella want with someone like me? Maybe it is better to stay away from her. Give her a fucking chance at a real life."

Emmett sat down next to me, almost whispering, "You guys have such an unhealthy relationship. You string her along, you make out with her while you're drunk, you hold her hand, and all while having a girlfriend. I've been biting my tongue for a long time, dude, 'cause I didn't think it was my place to say anything, but you treat her like an object. She's your possession. And that shit just ain't right."

"Yeah, I know. I just don't know how to deal with all this shit, Em. I'm terrified to lose her. I can't lose her," I choked out.

He patted my back, "You have to respect her wishes, Edward. Let her heal. Give her a chance to experience life on her own terms."

I sighed, "Maybe you're right."

I suddenly felt like I had to defend myself, "I never told Tanya I loved her."

"Bella seems to think you did."

I blew out an exasperated breath, "That wasn't...ugh, it's all so fucked."

"Like I said, give her time, dude. That pain is raw. Let her heal a little. Get a little perspective before talking to her again."

I nodded, "I'll try my hardest."

"Well, I'm going to bed. Dealing with all your drama made me tired."

I snorted, "Night."

There was one thing I was sure of.

I needed a cigarette.

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BPOV

Coming out of the shower, I felt more relaxed, tranquil.

I figured I'd make some tea to try to keep up with my mellow mood.

I threw a teapot with water on the stove and turned to look out the window in the kitchen again.

What I saw surprised me.

Edward was sitting on his car in the driveway smoking a cigarette.

He told me he quit. God, do I know him at all?

It wouldn't be that big of a deal that he started again, but why was he hiding so much from me lately?

Oh well, not my problem anymore.

Monday I'll get a new lab partner and Thursday night, Rose and I pick up Jasper from the airport.

Jasper. Jasper. Jasper.

His name had become a personal mantra of mine.

Get upset, think of Jasper.

See Edward smoking a cigarette even though he swore he stopped, think of Jasper.

My water finally boiled and I took it off the stove, pouring some water in to my cup with a tea bag.

I walked back upstairs to my room, not bothering to look at Edward again.

I had to get used to that, after all.

Repeating my Jasper mantra again, I decided in a bold act to scroll to Jasper's name in my contact list on my cell phone and send him a message telling him I was counting down the days until I could see him again.

I put my phone on my dresser that sat next to my window and curled up in my rocking chair. I turned the desklamp on that sat on a table next to the chair and set my tea down. While I was reaching to get a book, I heard a loud thump and then my window sliding open.

I stood up quickly, about to push him right back out the window and to the ground.

"Get out, Edward!"

"Bella, please let me explain."

Before he could say another word, my cell phone beeped with a new message.

Crap.

He was way closer to my phone than I was.

He scooped my phone up effortlessly and at first I thought he was going to hand it to me, but I forgot it was Edward I was dealing with.

He scrolled to the new messages.

1 new message
3/13/09 9:56 p.m.

I'm counting down the days
until I can kiss you, again.

-Jazz

"He fucking kissed you, Bella?!"

Oh, shit.

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