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Shout out to LoriVampp b/c your review was out-of-this-world amazing and blew my mind. probably b/c you said you cried more than in New Moon which is crazy and i love it! :)

So, because ice cream just won't do it... without further ado... another short chapter. sorry guys, but where i ended it seemed like the perfect place and i'll try and make the next one longer. okay? i promise!

BPOV

"May I have your attention, please. This will only take a couple of minutes, so bear with me…"

My heart rate spiked. It wasn't because I was about to, or had been about to, take a calc test I surely would fail, but I heard Edward's voice, his enchanting, velvety voice, over the loudspeaker. If you could count that as an interaction, it was the first contact I had had with Edward since we broke up.

And it was exhilarating.

I wasn't sure what to expect, or what was going to happen, but it was just so good to hear his voice, so comforting to know he hadn't been a part of my imagination after all, that my perfect Edward Cullen did exist.

Then no longer was it the deep, velvety voice, but an incredibly sweet and sincere melody that made me want to cry with sheer happiness. Was Edward playing on the piano? I didn't know he could do that…

A couple minutes passed, and the last of the apparent composition drifted off into silence. It had ended mysteriously, unsure, as if the composer didn't know where to go, what to do next. And it had a hint of latent sadness, daring to infect the happy mood.

Then the voice came on again,

"That was entitled Bella's lullaby, dedicated to Isabella Marie Swan, the love of my life."

And that's when the whole class went wild, whistling and calling out my name which made my cheeks turn a deep, crimson red. Once the initial wave of embarrassment and excitement wore off, I finally was able to absorb the implications of what Edward had just said. Could it be?

No.

What was he trying to do to me? He said he hadn't loved me, and now he just expected me to believe that he, in fact, did love me?

We hadn't even talked or seen each other for months. Who the hell was I kidding? It was stupid and I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

Damn it. Edward still had an affect on me even though we never saw each other. I couldn't let him mess with me, toy with my emotions, because I wouldn't make it if there was a round two.

EPOV

So fucking nervous. That's how I was feeling. I was about to play my own composition, on the piano, on the loudspeaker, for the whole school to hear, and declare my love for Bella afterwards. I knew there were only two ways this could go. Worst case scenario, she hates me. Forever. Okay, so that would be really, really bad. On the other hand, taking such a big risk could result in really good outcome. I know we haven't talked or even seen each other in months, but it only feels like my love has grown for Bella. Every day the ache to see her, feel her, grows, and I realize just how much I love her and how big of a douche I was to leave her like that.

Because I was finally realizing that we needed each other. We were completely dependent and I couldn't give a fuck.

And I had begun smoking a bunch again. No more of that Mary-Jane shit, but an unhealthy amount of cigarettes. They seemed to relieve a little of the stress that was pouring down on me.

Fuck. I need Bella. And that's why I'm here. I don't want to die young from lung cancer. I want that house with the white-picket fence with a family and Bella Swan right by my side. I want a future, and I want it with Bella.

Fuck, Edward. Focus. I only have five minutes before I get busted by the principal for using his microphone and hauling in a baby-grand piano into his dinky office.

Deep breath…

"May I have your attention, please. This will only take a couple minutes, so bear with me…"

And I just let my body relax, my fingers mold to the small, ivory keys, and let the music flow out of me. Only Jasper knew I really played and I had hoped to share this composition with Bella sometime when we were together, but things hadn't really worked out that way, even if it was all my fault.

Once I finished the sweet melody, which I had let drift off into final craziness, just as unsure as I was about how Bella would take this, I professed my love for her to the whole school and got off the loud speaker.

What the fuck did I just do?

Part of me needed to see Bella, see her reaction to all of this. And part of me just needed to curl up into a ball and rock myself in a corner and escape this sick reality.

I put myself out there, all of me, for all the school to see. And what if Bella didn't believe it? Or worse, what if she didn't love me anymore?

No. I had to stop being so negative. If Bella hated me, I would follow her to the ends of the earth, till the day I died, trying to convince her of my unrequited and unwavering love for her.

I knew the last words I had said, and probably the only ones she remembered, were those of me saying I didn't really love her anymore.

Fuck. Why did I have to fuck myself over all the time? I knew this had taken a lot of courage on my part, but I had a feeling it would take more than a sundae and lullaby to convince Bella I still loved her.

BPOV

Everyone assaulted me, even if it was only with their stares. And it wasn't because I was in a wheelchair. They all had the same questioning look, probably asking why Edward would fall for such a plain and weak girl like myself. And why the hell he would go through the trouble of saying it over the loudspeaker, with a song.

Fuck him. I knew what he was trying to do, but it wouldn't work. I needed to stay strong, resolved. Maybe he had been right about the hurting me part and I wasn't a stupid girl, I wasn't about to make the same mistakes again. I needed to keep my distance from Edward because he was unhealthy for me.

I couldn't let myself become so attached because I realized that day I hadn't found him in his English class, I was so dependent and hopeless, that it would be the death of me.

Of course I would keep loving Edward, that wasn't an option. I just had to keep a safe distance lest I let him back in and he abruptly left again, effectively destroying me for good.

I could tell this would be a difficult fight, not with Edward, but with myself. I was so vulnerable, so ready to jump back into his arms, and I needed to control that. I needed to effectively cut down and suffocate all the feelings I had for him, drown them out. I needed to move on.

So as I walked into the lunchroom, with Alice and Rosalie quickly approaching and nearly tackling me in their excitement, I was thing about one thing: how I would move on.

Jacob.

And I let a smile escape my lips.

Okay, now i'm sure you guys REALLY hate me! Ha ha. I'm terrible, I know. Evil, pureeee evil.

Just when Edward is straightened out, Bella has to start getting all stupid...

So feel free to leave a review and hate on me for being so mean. and i'll try and be nicer by the end of the next chapter... if i feel like it ;)