Edward POV

The mere sight of the girl toilet scared Edward to no end. It was just as he had expected, -a never ending display of pink. Pink adorned ever inch of the seemingly inch of the small toilet. The seventeen year old boy took a deep breath of the artificially scented air of the restroom. He was beginning to feel claustrophobic. Oh well, at least the stinking place was clean.

He took a deep breath to pace himself. It wasn't like he hadn't been in a girl's toilet before. He had, in fact been in one. Countless of times to be exact, to hook up with random bimbos he had picked up at the mall. But never in all of his years of womanizing as a hormonal teenaged male, had he have to seek refuge in a girl's toilet.

Edward grimaced. He was really too soft with girls. A part of him made a mental note to seek Adam's advice on how to rid him of Jessica, but a rational part of him stopped himself. Adam would probably ask him to act gay for a couple of weeks to rid Jessica. And that would not go well with his reputation at all. He was the Edward Cullen, if he acted gay for just one day, his reputation would go down the drain.

Deep in his musings, Edward failed to hear the click of the toilet door, as it swung open.

Bella POV

Why was a toilet so frigging hard to find in a prestigious school such as this, continued to bewilder her. Seventeen year old Isabella Swan looked around her in desperation. She was sure she looked demented, with her once neatly gelled and combed hair, now a frizzy mane, with hair sticking out at odd angles. She was desperate to find the restroom.

Anyone who'd known Isabella Swan would understand that she was by no means a disorganized person. Her shoe laces had to be of equal length before she even tied them up, even her bag had dividers to prevent her bag from disorganized.

Hell, even her underwear drawer was labeled according to alphabetical order. And going by her standards, she looked like a mongrel right now. Toilet now. The alarm bells in her head were going off.

She looked to her surroundings in desperation, hoping to find someone, or rather something to aid her.

There were the lights and there were the seemingly never ending display of metal lockers which halted every twenty lockers or so to allow a moderately large gap of a sleek timber door of a classroom, but there was however no sign of a map, much less a school directory.

Hands around her books in her arms tightened considerably, crushing something crinkly against her chest.

She looked down.

It was the map which the sectary had given her!

Not for the first time today, she thanked her lucky stars.

Edward POV

Sometimes, just sometimes Edward wondered how could someone could be that much of an idiot to slip into the girls toilet by mistake.

He should have noticed it when the clicked open. It was the only noise in the entire room for goodness sake!

And yet he failed to hear it. Edward silently cursed himself for being so dumb as to have chosen the ladies to hide out from Jessica. After all, which idiot would have chosen to hide in the enemy's fortress and thought it safe?

He banged his head against the edge of his palm. Here he was, about to be found out by two girls. And not to those said girls were currently making a hell of a racket, what with all their hollering, and demands to know whoever was behind the door.

He cursed colorfully. Mentally of course. He had forgotten just how much time girls liked to spend in the bathroom.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Oh joy, there're at again" thought Edward, rubbing his temples vigorously.

"Hey ! Whoever's behind this door, are you alright?" came the annoyingly nasal voice.

Go away busybody. Edward glared at the door. Girls. Why do they have to be so annoying? Couldn't they mind their own business for once? He narrowed his eyes at the pink door, willing them to go away.

Just then, he heard the pair of high heels shift a little. He listened intently.

"Do you think the girl inside could be giving birth , Trish? " the annoying nasal voice asked her friend.

Edward nearly snorted. Giving birth? Where did she get all this anyway? Grey's Anatomy? He rolled his eyes and continued to eavesdrop on the two unknowing girl's conversation.

"…nah. She wouldn't be so silent if she were really giving birth…..-" At least the other friend had some form of common sense thought Edward. At least that was what he thought, before the girl finished her sentence.

"….most probably the girl fainted from child birth. " Edward's eyes bulged with disbelief at their stupidity. Where did these girls get all their brains anyway? Wal-Mart? Even from his meager store of knowledge on childbirth, he knew, women simply did not just black out during child birth.

They go through pain. Lots of it. Well, at least according to Esme, they did. He winced as he remembered one particular memory of Esme's "do-you-know-how-much-pain-I-went-through-"speeches.

Edward stared at the door with agony. Amusing as it was to eaves drop on a couple of air head worry about a "supposedly given birth and knocked out girl behind the door", this was getting old.

Fast. Edward looked heavenward, wishing for this agony to end.

Author's note

So sorry for the lack of update. I haven't really had a lot of inspiration for anything lately. R&R okay?