I'm so sorry i betrayed my own promise. I got hooked up in some stupid games, that i couldn't find time to think of the story.

Bella: 17 years old in the year of 2008, which means she is one year older than Edward. Same birthday as Edward, that is on the 20th of February.

Edward: As usual, a musical prodigy. A playboy, but he never mentions this to Bella, for fear she would ignore him, knowing that she's not like every other girls.

(A few weeks later)

Bella's POV

During History, I took out my notepad and scribble onto it absentmindedly. Gosh, history is booorrriiinnnggg! I mean, I learned all these stuffs over the summer and although I still score in it, it is a subject I despised the most. I couldn't believe Jasper loved this particular subject so much.

I focused my gaze onto Jasper, who was sitting next to me. Creasing my eyebrows, I tried to figure out why this blonde dude loves history so much.

Out of sudden, the blonde hair turned into a beautiful bronze colour. And when Jasper turned towards me, I could see his lips curving up into a crooked smile.

I stoned there for a few seconds before I realized someone was waving his hand in front of me.

"Bella? Bella? Why are you staring at me?" he asked. Then he touched his hair (Thank goodness, it's back to the normal honey blonde) and his face. "Is there something wrong with my hair? Or is there a smudge on my face?"

"I'm just wondering why you love history so much." I looked at his confused face for a moment, then said. "Uh huh. Now I get it."

Then I returned my gaze to the front, before letting it drop to the notepad I was scribbling all the while.

"Shit!" I cursed and fortunately, only Jasper heard it.

I had to stop myself from being carried away. It seemed that for the past few days, I had been thinking of him. Oh my, what's happening to me!!!

Someone snatched the notepad away. Maybe, not that fortunate…

I made a move to snatch back the notepad, and said with my teeth clenched, "Give me back!"

Jasper shook his head. "Let's see." He whispered silently, "Edward, mm hmm… Wait a minute, who is he?"

He tilted his head as if deep in thoughts and I took the opportunity to get back the notepad. He snapped his fingers, "Ah hah! He is the guy who was taking you on a ride the other day! Bella, Bella…"

I rolled my eyes. "No, he's not." "In fact, I don't even know who he is." I added in my thoughts.

Then came lunch time, the period I loved the most as I finally got to EAT!

However, I'd rather starve than going to the cafeteria. Know why?

Big mouth Jasper just had to tell the others about Bella scribbling the word 'Edward' on her notepad during History.

Alice, Rosalie and Emmett all had the same thoughts as him, insisting that Edward was the owner of the Aston Martini.

I sighed. "Alice, Rosalie, please, stop!" Should I tell the truth?

"Edward is just a name from the novel I was reading yesterday."

Alice didn't believe. "Yeah right… Bella, just admit that he's your boyfriend!"

Rosalie was about to open her mouth but I managed to stop her. "Rose, I know what you want to say, but it's not the truth. I guess I have to tell you guys the truth."

"The Aston Martini guy is…" I took a deep breath.

Emmett interfered. "Your boyfriend."

Rosalie pinched him while Alice shot him a disapproving look.

I snorted but continued anyway. "He is… my brother."

All of them were looking at me, frozen in place. Let's just say they looked like the wax statues in the museum.

Alice laughed, "Bella? You're kidding right?"

Rosalie nodded. "I agree with Alice. Bella, aren't you a scholar? If your brother does manage to own a Aston Martini, why can't your parents pay for your bill in school?"

Alice continued, "Right… And that guy has a good fashion sense. I could see the quality of his outfit the other day, was that of a designer's."

I knew it. They wouldn't believe me, what's with those weird, boyish, Wal-Mart clothing I wear almost everyday. Even my brother's jaw dropped when he first saw me in such outfit and I quote, "Bella, are you having a fever? Are you suffering from any sorts of depression?" To which I said no.

Then he proceeded to slap his forehead in a drama queen manner, "I can't believe our little princess is wearing these sort of… rags." I remembered how hard I hit him, till my knuckles were broken. That was the first time I raised my voice at him, "These dirt cheap T-shirts are called CLOTHES! Whatever you're wearing, regardless designer or NON-designer, are all considered as CLOTHES!"

"Guys, I guess I will have to tell you guys the truth" I was cut by the bell ring. I sighed, "After school. I will tell you guys everything. As for now, I'm just telling I'm definitely not a scholar, even though I can be one."

With that, I left the cafeteria, leaving four people sitting there, staring at my back with sheer confusion.

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"So, Bella, what is it that you're looking for?" Alice asked as she sat at the side of her bed, with Jasper next to her.

Emmett sang, "Bella is looking for the picture of her boyfriend… Bella has a boyfriend..."

Jasper threw a pillow at him, "Cut it out dude. Your singing sucks!"

I ignored their little fight, and went on rummaging through the hidden area in my closet. "There you go."

I took out my family album, something I brought along in my luggage to whichever school I got accepted in.

I announced with a smirk, "I, Isabella Marie Swan, aint what others assumed-a scholar. In fact, my parents pay for the fees. Oh, and by the way, what I'm wearing now, isn't really my actual fashion style. Alice, I think you will like this picture."

I flipped through the pages, knowing exactly where that picture was. "Here you go."

Alice took a look at it, and instantly squealed. She continued staring at the picture in awe, and gave me a pointed look.

"Isabella Swan! You're absurd."

Rosalie raised an eyebrow, "Is there something I'm missing here?"

She walked over to us, and took the album from Alice's hands. Before taking a look at the picture, she gave both of us a this-better-be-good sort of look.

Just one gasp from her, and I prepared myself for the upcoming lecture by Rosalie Hale.

"How could you lie to us? You're always wearing those T-shirts, that even I, had no idea you would have owned such clothes." She pointed at the picture, "Look at how humongous your walk-in-closet is! You're such a liar!"

A look of fear washed over my face. Oh God, she's going to stop befriending me. Bella, oh Bella, this is all your fault. Why not tell them the truth earlier!

"Rosalie…" I pleaded.

Her face softened and she grinned. "One day, you're bringing both of us to your house. By the way, I like that pair of red stilettos you were wearing in the picture."

I looked at her, dumbfounded. Wasn't she mad at me? How could she have split personality? Or… it's just for the sake of the money that she's pretending.

Nah, don't think so much, Bella. That's Rosalie for you.

Jasper rolled his eyes. "Bella, ignore Rosalie's mood swing. So… why are you pretending to be someone else when you're actually richer than us?"

I laughed. "Jasper, I doubt my family is any richer than yours. What's your parent's business again? Petrol? Am I right?"

He said sheepishly. "Yeah. But don't tell anyone!"

I raised an eyebrow at him, "So, you're saying I'm going to tell others your family secret?"

His face instantly turned tomato red.

Rosalie giggled, "Oh, please, Jasper. She's just kidding."

I high-fived her. "So, back to your question. Well… It's a long story. It started with…"

I told them how my dad wanted me to attend boarding school. I told them how I dressed in the first school I went when I was 13 years old. I told them how often I acted like a little princess, giving help to those who needed financial help. I told them how I used to give away branded stuffs to my group of BFF's. I told them how I scored a string of A's. I told them how I overheard my group of BFF, lying to the teachers, saying that I cheated during exam. I told them how the teachers gave me another test, to prove that I never cheat during exam. I told them how the group of girls backstabbed me even though I forgave them already.

I told them how one of the girl lied to my boyfriend, who was the only one not after my money at that time, saying that I wasn't a virgin anymore. I told them how later on, when I left school, I found out that she got together with him, but broke out soon after she became popular. However, I never told them about the whole issue I had with this girl, whose family I despised the most. I could kill them easily than talk to them.

"So, this is how I learned my lesson. Never ever let others know that you're rich, if not, you will never get genuine relationship with others." I finished.

Everyone looked deep in thoughts and we fell into silence for a moment before Alice sobbed. "Alice, are you alright?" I asked.

"I can't believe they treated you like this! Tell me who that bitch is, and I swear I'm going to give her a lesson."

I laughed, "It's okay, Alice. Whatever's in the past, we shall leave it just like this. If that didn't happen, how would I ever get you as my best friend?"

Emmett pouted, "How bout' me?"

I patted his head, "You're my most huggable living teddy bear!"

Rosalie laughed, "So, that Aston Martini guy is actually your brother?"

"Yup…"

I flipped to the page where our most recent family picture was, "This is my family. That's my dad, Charlie Swan. That's my brother, Ian Swan, a.k.a. the Aston Martini guy."

Jasper asked, "Where's your mum?"

I flipped to the previous page, "Here, Renee Swan."

Emmett asked innocently, "Why isn't she in that picture?"

I said in a whisper, "She passed away." I can never forget that day, the people who caused her death.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said.

"So, Bella, since Ian is your brother, then who's Edward?" Stupid big mouth Jasper just had to ask.

"He's a story character."

"Are you sure, Belly?" Emmett wriggled his eyebrows.

Thank goodness, lying has become a part of me as I've been doing it for almost all my life. I looked straight into his eyes, and nodded. "Yup."

Alice came and hugged me, "Bella, don't worry. We won't tell others about your secret."

Rosalie patted my back, "Yup, you can count on us."

I thanked them and made a move to go over to my table.

Alice asked, "Bella, what are you doing?"

I sat down and took out my pen, "Doing homework?"

She stopped me. "Ugh, stop being such a homework freak. Let's dine out. It's dinner soon. And girl, you owe us many meals."

I raised my eyebrow, "Oh please, you guys volunteered to pay for me. Not counted!"

Emmett chuckled, "No way Belly. You're not getting out of this."

I smacked his arms, "Obviously. I'm going to pay for them, but not yours."

Then I laughed evilly, and walked out with the girls, leaving a pouting Emmett trailing behind.

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After completing my assignments, I walked over to the nightstand. I think it has become a habit that I read my diary, and write in it every single night.

Once i opened it, something fell out of the book.

Bending over, I could see words on the back of the paper-like thing.

I picked it up and read.

In memory of our first date.

Love always,

Edward

Ooh, Edward has a girlfriend and he never mentioned about it. Best friend my ass. I quote, "Isabella Swan, you're officially my bestest friend ever!" However, after I read that sentence, an unknown feeling washed over me. So strange... So unfamiliar...

I turned over and was instantly attracted by the bronze hair dude in the picture. It was the exact bronze I saw during History while I was absentmindedly scribbling his name. The sexy smile... It was similar to the one I saw playing on Jasper's lips.

Who is the lucky woman?

My gaze fell to the girl wrapping her arms on his shoulders from behind.

What the fuck?

Why her?

It had been what? Three to four years, nevertheless, she hasn't changed a bit. The hair, still the same... The eyes, still the same... The smile, still the same... The face feature, definitely still the same.

One thing's for sure, her acting skills has improved. At first glance, I really thought she showed love in her eyes and her hand gestures.

But no...

Others might be blinded by her acting, but not me, not Isabella Swan, the living lying detector.

The more I looked into the picture, the clearer it got. Her fake smile... Her eyes were shallow, there wasn't any love in it. To others, it definitely showed love, but to me, it's just pure acting.

Then the happiness radiating off her. It was not one out of pure bliss and love, rather... It was out of the satisfaction that she had. I'm betting it on the popularity she gained. To her, there was nothing more important than personal fame and glory and wealth. Just like her mother...

I had to tell Edward... I must... As his best friend, I couldn't let him getting used by her. After she got what she wanted, she would dump him, just like what she did, to me...

I picked up my pen, and started writing, without even bothering about the dates.

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Dear Edward,

I know this might sound ridiculous, but you have to trust me.

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Preview from the next chapter :

I felt so useless. I felt like I'm being betrayed. I felt like the whole world is ganging up against me.

It's only one sentence, they are only words. But they could pierce into one's heart, so deeply...

I didn't even know him in person, yet he could bring out feelings that are so foreign to me.

He's a jerk! I wasn't going to talk to him anymore. Scratch that. I wasn't going to write in that fucking diary anymore.

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Love,

LittleBells