Disclaimer: Since I don't own Twilight, can I own Katy Perry? :P I do own the poem in this chapter.

BPOV:

The following day in school, every single person was staring at me like I had a "I'm Stupid" sign on my back.

I wasn't stupid. I knew why they were staring at me, but it still upset me non the less.

As much as Edward tried to spare me the humiliation, I just couldn't seem to escape it.

I was walking to lunch by myself, where Edward and the rest of the gang said they would meet me, when a rough hand gripped my arm and hoisted me around the corner.

I stumbled against the wall as the hand released me.

"Always the clumsy little Bella." The voice of Jacob Black laughed.

I rolled my eyes as I straightened up. "What do you want, Jacob?" I said, irritated.

"Relax," He said, raising two hands up in defence. "I just wanted to give you these.."

He rummaged through his backpack and produced a folder, which he handed to me.

"What is this?" I asked.

"It's all the copies Jessica has of your diary." He replied.

I sighed, opening the folder.

I looked through all the pages with my recognizable handwriting.

"Look, Bella," Jacob started and I looked up, "I'm really sorry about what Jessica did. She's a bitch. All she ever cared about was getting back at you and Edward because she wanted him for herself. Like she ever really had a chance." He laughed.

I laughed, mostly to myself, than with Jacob.

"So, these are all the copies. There are no others, apart from the real diary which I haven't seen. Do what you want with these; destroy them, burn them, rip them up. Whatever you want. But I just wanted to give you them before I left."

"You're leaving?" I asked, and right away I noticed that he wasn't even wearing his school uniform.

"Yeah," He smiled dorkily. "I, um, I'm leaving for awhile. I'm checking into this rehabilitation centre that deals with anger problem issues. I think I just need to get away for a while. Get away from this town and everybody."

I nodded. "I didn't know you for very long, Jacob, but I hope it all works out for you, now and in the future."

"Thanks, Bella. Even after the way I treated you in the closet that day.."

"It's all in the past now." I said, waving my hand up.

"Well, good luck Bella," He said, extending his arms for a hug, and I hugged him.

"I hope it all works out for you, Jacob."

"Same for you, Bella. And I hope it all works out for you and Edward, also." He said, pulling away.

I laughed nervously. "We haven't even been together that long, so I don't even know if.."

"Bella, stop," Jacob said, seriousness taking over his voice. "The way Edward looks at you. I can see it, even if you can't. He really really likes you, Bella. He might even love you at this point. I can tell you guys will be together for a long time."

"Thanks, Jacob." I smiled.

"Anytime, Bella. Well I guess I better be going, and let you go to lunch with your boyfriend." He laughed.

"Alright, well, I'll see you around, I guess."

"See you around, Bella."

I smiled to myself and turned around, walking to the cafeteria.

Maybe Jacob Black could have a pleasant future after all.

I walked through the cafeteria doors and smiled as I saw Edward, the Cullen's and the Hale's all sitting together.

Edward was looking in my direction and as soon as his eyes met mine, his face immediately brightened up.

I walked over to the table confidently, as Edward stood up to wait for me.

"Hey, you," He said, kissing my cheek as I reached him.

"Hey." I smiled back.

He pulled out my seat for me, gesturing for me to sit down.

"So, what took you so long?" Emmett asked.

I laughed, I was learning that he said things without thinking it through.

"Emmett.." Edward warned.

"What? Like you guys weren't wondering!" Emmett said, rolling his eyes.

I laughed again before answering. "I was talking to Jacob actually."

"Jacob?!" The whole table echoed.

"What did he want?" Edward growled.

I shrugged, "He just wanted to tell me he leaving to go to rehab. And he gave me this."

I showed them the folder, explaining to them that they were the final copies of my diary.

"He just said he had no clue where my actual diary was."

"Oh, that reminds me!" Rosalie said, digging through her backpack.

"Here," she said, handing me what looked like a replica of my diary.

"Is this..?" I asked, taking it from her.

She nodded. "We found it the day we were 'cleaning up' in the gym. I just forgot to give it back to you."

I smiled. "It's okay, and thanks."

I put the folder and my diary back in my backpack.

"So, Jacob Black gone for good. My prayers have been answered," Edward smiled.

"Edward!" I said, smacking his shoulder.

"What?" He asked. "Like I'm going to forget all of the shit he caused."

I sighed, nodding.

"Has anyone seen Jessica, lately?" I asked.

They all shook their heads.

"She's probably too afraid to show after Edward smacked her a good one." Jasper said.

"You what?!" Edward and I yelled in unison.

"I'm sorry, okay! I got out of control. She was bitching about you guys so bad, I couldn't help it." Emmett said, in his defence.

"But Emmett, you hit a girl." I said.

"He knows what he did was wrong. Don't worry Bella, I punished him enough for that." Rosalie smirked.

"Rosalie! Mental images! Mental images!" Edward complained, covering his eyes while the rest of the table laughed.

I was definitely at home with Edward and his family and friends.

They accepted me, and I was happy.

Bella Swan, 18th December, 2008.

Dear Diary,

Wow to think that I have never written in this diary before, how strange.

I've always written little stories and poems, but never any actual diaries.

The whole thing with Jessica was blown out of proportion; judging by what everyone has told me, she was just jealous because she wanted to snag Edward and I, by some miracle, snagged him.

If she read any of my poems out loud, I don't know what I would have done.

They're so so personal, and it's almost like somebody invading your dreams.

I've decided to show Edward some of my poems, to get him to understand.

I told him how there were never any personal entries, but he still doesn't understand, so I'm going to open this part of me up to him, to help him understand.

I trust him, I really do.

I'm really hoping we'll be together for a long time, because at this point - I can't imagine my life without him.

"Bella."I heard a muffled noise, and I looked towards the window and smiled as I saw my boyfriend hanging outside my window.

He had made a habit of coming to my window at night.

My parents, distant as they were, never noticed.

Edward was getting better at coping with the divorce, he realized that two people couldn't be together forever.

I just hoped we would be, or at least some portion of our lives.

"Come in," I smiled, closing my journal.

He grinned and hopped in, falling on the floor.

I laughed, helping him up.

"So, where are these journal entries I've been hearing about?" He asked, sitting on my bed.

"Wow, you don't beat around the bush, do you?" I laughed.

"Never." He said, leaning up to kiss my on my lips.

I pulled back and walked over to my desk, retrieving my journal.

I sat down on the bed, pulling him with me.

"Just promise you won't judge it." I whispered.

"Bella, just please trust me."

I nodded and opened it to a random page.

Perfect, an entry from when I was sixteen.

I cleared my throat and began quoting.

"And there they go, hand in hand down the street.

What a shamed fortune I have had to meet.

The blade is attracted to my skin, like a moth to a flame.

One inch of hurt is five more inches of pain.

Frost steeps the driveway.

White, clear snow enters my vision.

A peaceful clarity of doves.

What are doves? Symbols of hope? Love? Joy? Friendship?

I wish I knew those feelings.

But for now, I don't."

I stopped, closing the journal and looked at Edward.

"Wow," was all he said in whisper.

"Wow good? Or wow bad?" I laughed.

"Both. I never knew you felt like that."

"Well, it was a dark time in my life. They aren't all like that. It was just.. I don't know what it even was. Like I was missing something?"

"I can understand that," He whispered, kissing my neck. "But it was beautiful, non the less. You have some talent in there, Miss Swan."

"You think?"

"I know." He replied.

"Thanks, Edward."

"For what?" He asked, curious.

"For this. Being here. Waiting for me. Never giving up."

"You're very welcome, Bella. And you better get used to it. Because I am never letting you go." He said, gripping my waist.

"Another dance? Didn't I have enough drama at the last one?" I groaned.

"Come on, Bella! It will be different this time! This time you'll have some man candy. And no boyfriend of yours is letting you go. And plus, it's festive! It's near to Christmas! So you have to go! It's a must!" Alice ranted on.

"But he hasn't even asked me yet." I said.

"But he will." Alice replied.

"How can you be so sure?"

"He's your boyfriend, duh." Alice said, rolling her eyes, as if stating the obvious.

I laughed as we parted ways as I went to Biology.

I walked into Biology and saw Edward sitting at the table.

I smiled and carried on walking.

"Hey." I smiled, sitting down.

"Hey." He returned the smile.

"So, everybody is going on about this Christmas dance, huh?" He said, casually.

"Yeah, I guess so."

There was silence.

I was asking him to ask me, but the invitation never came.

Well, that's just fine by me.

Boyfriend or no boyfriend, I am not going to this ridiculous façade.

When class ended, we walked out together hand in hand.

He had to go talk to Alice about something after school for a few minutes, so I stood in the parking lot, waiting.

"Hey, Swan." I heard Jessica greet me.

"Jessica." I nodded my head, and looked away.

"Aww. What's the matter? Has ickle Swany not got a date to the dance yet?" She smirked.

"I'm not going." I replied.

"Yeah, because you haven't got a date!" She laughed, her hyena laugh echoing the parking lot.

"Hey, Jessica, I hope you're going to have fun with Black at the dance. Oh wait, I forgot! He's in rehab now!" Edward's voice interrupted me before I could retaliate.

He stood beside me and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"." He said, and the girls ran.

"Thanks," I laughed.

"Anything for my beautiful girlfriend." He smiled.

But he didn't bring it up again.

No invitation, no casual talking about it.

No nothing.

Damn, this guy was a mystery.

A/N: I'm all better, yay! No more sickness. There was only so much I could take! But I still have no computer of my own, which is unbelievably frustrating!

So, this fanfic is almost ending. Sad, isn't it? I think I'm just going to do two more chapters and an epilogue. Unless you guys want a sequel? I'm not a fan of sequels, but let me know what you guys think! :) Reviewwww.

I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! :)