"I hate her." Bella Swan announced to her best friend Angela Weber. "She has to be the MOST disgusting excuse for a human ever created."
"She's not that bad..." Angela saw the look on Bella's face and quickly repaired the damage. "....If you like fat widows. Which I sure don't."
Come on, Ange. We all know you love her apple crumble just as much as the next person.
"I mean, what does he see it her?" she stared intently at her stepmother-to-be, who was at this moment letting more dinner paty guests into the house. Sue Clearwater seemed to think it was customary to throw a grand dinner, to show the town people, that she, was the new woman of the Swan residence. "Its going to be awful when they marry. I mean, 'Leah and Seth Swan'..." Bella shuddered. "There is no way they're taking my name. No way in hell."
"I can't beleive you have to live with them!" Angela patted Bella's shoulder. "You can stay over at my house as much as you like."
Bella sniffed. "Thanks....Oh..." her face fell as she saw who had just walked through the door. "The Newtons are here. Great."
"Why don't you just give him a chance?" Ange suggested.
"Ew. Gross." Bella wrinkled her nose and adjusted her trade mark silk scarf (Now in a depressing shade of black). "Mike Newton is SO not my type."
"Let me guess, your "type" is a player, bad boy? Bronze hair perhaps? Green eyes? Insanely gorgeous?" Bella's shoulders sagged and her brown eyes filled with tears. Angela ignored her. She'd had enough of Emo Bella. It had been a year. The only thing Bella ever got remotely worked up about now was her new step-family. She had to hear this. "Maybe, your type is someone who tells you he's unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you one day, then the next, writes you a note saying "Gone to LA. Big plans. I'll write. Promise. Love Edward. x". Then gone without a trace. Is that your type Bella?" Angela had gone quite red in the face.
"No." whispered Bella.
Angela raised her eyebrows.
"Yes." she mumbled.
"Hey Bells!" Mike had walked over, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere. As usual. "Angela."
"Hi." the girls muttered, their eyes still on each others face.
"Geez, I hope you girls are more fun then Jess over there." he pointed to Jessica Stanley who was curled up with her laptop in the corner. "She's on some website. Wouldn't let me see what it was though...." his face lit up. "D'ya think its porn?"
"MIKE! Get us drinks would you?"
"Fine." Mike sauntered off.
"Bella. You've got to get over Edward. Please?"
Bella bit her lip. "I'm so over him." It sounded more like a question.
"Honey, you've kept the last tissue he ever blew into, in your sock drawer. Thats not "over"."
Bella pouted. "I'm pathetic."
"Just forget about him. He wasn't even that great."
Liar.
"His feet smelled after basketball practice?" Bella offered. It was really the best she could do.
"Its a start."
Bella wrapped Angela into a hug. "Thanks. With you on my side, I'll be over..."
"EDWARD CULLEN! What a fantastic surprise! You're back!"
Accross the room, Jessica's eyes lit up and she started to type furiously into her laptop.
