"No," I mumbled in my sleep, smacking my gums and rolling over.
"I said get up."
"No," I repeated.
"Get up," Charlie growled, opening my bedroom door and turning the light on.
"Go away, please," I groaned.
I blinked back the light, pulling the covers over my head.
"Edward will be here soon."
I cringed, and clenched my fists, willing away the tears that threatened to spill at the sound of his name.
"Edward doesn't want to talk, Bella."
"I know, but I need to talk to him and he isn't answering any of my phone calls or texts," I pleaded, sounding completely desperate on the phone with Edward's mother. This was my last resort.
"Maybe it's for the best. I'm sorry."
"He's not coming." I said through clenched teeth.
"Why? Are you two fighting again?"
"You could say that," I mumbled, rolling my eyes.
I sat on the edge of my bed, blinking back tears while I stared at my phone.
0 missed calls.
0 unread text messages.
0 voicemails.
It had been almost thirty hours since Edward left me bawling on my doorstep. I called a couple times but he pressed ignore on me. I tried to call Alice, but it was the same thing. Eventually I gave up; neither of them wanted to talk to me. It was quite obvious.
I sighed to myself, wiping my tears with the back of my sleeve and pressed "send".
It was going to be my last attempt, at least until I came back.
"I'm sorry..."
"Well, then you have fifteen minutes to be ready if you want a drive with me. If not, you're walking in the rain."
"I'll walk, thanks." I sighed, burring my face in my pillow.
"Suit yourself."
—
"Is it true?"
"Is what true?" I asked, raising a brow at the unfamiliar boy leaning against the locker beside me.
"That you had sex with Emmett McCarthy?"
I stared at him, my mouth hanging ajar. Complete shock was written all over my face.
I shook my head. "No, where the hell did you hear that from?"
He shrugged, "It's all over the school."
"Seriously?"
He nodded, and walked off.
After grabbing my books for first class, I slammed my locker shut and practically ran into the first bathroom I could find.
—
"Psst, Alice?" I whispered, leaning on the front of my desk, trying to get her attention.
She didn't say anything. She was still ignoring me.
"Alice, seriously. Answer me."
She shook her head.
"Why?"
She shrugged her shoulders.
"Ugh. This is stupid. Why are you ignoring me?"
I quickly gave up when she didn't answer and sat back in my seat, opening a text book to at least make it look like I was doing class work.
A couple moments later my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.
"Rosalie is my best friend."
"I'm your best friend too," I retorted.
"I know, but Rose was my best friend first. I've known Rose since I was four. Our parents grew up together."
"Okay, but what does that have to do with me?"
"I can't talk to you anymore."
"Why?"
I held my phone behind my text book and waited for a reply that didn't come. When she didn't answer me, I shoved it into my pocket and waited. By the time the class bell rang, it was apparent she had no intentions of texting me back.
Shoving my books in my bag, I walked quickly to catch up with Alice.
"Wait, Alice," I said, grabbing her elbow.
"What?" She said sharply, yanking her arm out of my grasp.
"What the hell?" I asked, a little taken aback by her outburst.
"I told you. I can't be friends with you. You hurt three of my best friends Bella."
"Three? Emmett?"
She nodded and continued to walk down the hall. I followed after her.
"Why is Emmett involved in those three and I'm not? I'm just as hurt. I'm fucking in love with Edward, Alice. "
"Look, I get that. I know that. And I don't mean to be a bitch, but I can't," she sighed. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you picking sides?"
"I didn't want too, but you slept with her boyfriend. If Rose slept with Edward, I'd pick your side. It's just that simple."
"So much for not judging me." I said, but she had already disappeared down the hall.
—
Between classes was bad.
People I didn't even know would walk up to me just to confirm what had happened. Whispers were heavy and people constantly stared and pointed at me. I kept my head down and hood up, trying my best not to be affected by what they had to say.
I walked past Emmett during class changes, but he didn't look over at me. Instead, he kept his gaze on the floor. Apparently I wasn't the only one affected by the gossiping.
Lunch was the worst though.
"What a fucking whore."
I grimaced, keeping my eyes on my feet, ignoring the two people who meant everything to me just a couple days ago.
"She isn't worth it, Rose."
I wanted to bawl at the sound of his voice. I had missed it so much, but I knew I couldn't. I wouldn't give them the satisfaction of their words hurting me.
"I thought Emmett had taste."
"He does. Apparently, I'm the one who doesn't."
Edward laughed coldly. It was a laugh that I had only heard when we were making fun of Newton and Stanley.
Rosalie giggled, "Apparently."
"Cool," I mumbled to myself, as if it didn't bother me.
"What didja say, slut?"
I couldn't help but notice the emphasis on the last word, as she stood there with her arms crossed and smug smirk on her face.
"Just shut the fuck up, Rosalie," I asked quietly, not wanting to start anything.
"Make me."
"Nice, Rose. Very preschool of you." I rolled my eyes, jumping up from the picnic table and proceeded to walk away.
I had thought sitting outside during lunch wouldn't attract so much drama. I was so very wrong.
"Where the hell are you going?"
"Away from you. I thought it was pretty obvious."
"You really think you're something, don't you, Bella Swan?"
I stopped and turned around.
"Really, Rose? Would you just shut the fuck up and get over it? I'm sorry, okay. I'm fucking sorry. Obviously, I didn't mean to hurt you like this, I don't even know what I was thinking. And if I could take it all back, I would. So please, just stop. Leave me alone."
"Come on, Rose, let's go," Edward interrupted, pulling Rosalie's arm.
Rosalie shrugged and smiled wide. "It's really not problem. You did us a favour."
"What?" I asked, raising a brow. But I knew the answer the moment Rosalie leaned into Edward's touch when he wrapped his arm around her waist.
The moment she kissed Edward's neck, was the moment I saw red.
I charged at her, knocking both her and Edward down in the process. I pounced on top of her, and punched her square in the nose. She screamed and cupped her nose.
"You fucking bitch!" Rosalie yelled.
I smiled smugly, and turned around, leaving her flat on the ground.
I didn't get very far, when I felt pressure on the back of my head, and I was flung backward onto the pavement. I grabbed at her hands, while she jumped on top of me and clawed at my face. I flung my fists left and right, trying to make contact anywhere on her body. I pulled at her hair, while she continued to scratch and pound on my face.
Eventually I felt free, and I could breathe again.
My heart was erratic in my chest, and my breathing was loud and heavy. I panted, and blinked back tears. When I could finally see Edward was holding Rosalie. He had her face cupped in his hands, while he checked over her body for cuts and bruises.
I couldn't help the jealousy that I felt.
I stood, losing my footing at first but caught it before I fell face first into the ground.
"So that's it. You're over me and moving onto Rose already?" I asked, ignoring the crowd of students around me. I didn't care how ridiculous I sounded or looked.
Edward looked a little taken back. "What?"
"You're done with me? Just like that?" I asked again through clenched teeth as the tears streamed down my face.
"You cheated on me with my best friend, Bella. What do you want me to say? What do you want from me?"
"I want to talk to you, for fuck sakes. I want to apologize and try and make this work," I cried.
"You already apologized. Nothing has changed. You fucked up, not me."
"Go back from where you came from, you fucking psycho," Rosalie screamed, rubbing her already bruised cheek.
"Shut the fuck up, Rosalie. I'm not talking to you."
"He told you he's done. Get a fucking life and move on. Go back to Jacksonville and stay there. Don't ever come back. Nobody wants you here." She grabbed Edward's hand, linking fingers with him and began to pull him away. "Let's go, Edward."
A/N: I would like to say that I do not agree with the "I'm drunk" excuse. I don't believe it and I think its complete crap. If some guy ever said that to me, I'd tell him where to shove it. But it happens, or so people say. That being said, I'm well aware that some people black out when they drink but that isn't the case for Bella/Emmett. They just got extremely intoxicated and shit happened.
Also, I know some of you have questions about things that Bella or Edward have mentioned. But things will become clear eventually.
Lastly, I have been putting dashes between scenes but apparently fanfiction deletes it. I didn't notice until now. So I apologize for anybody who was like, "What the hell? I don't get it."
Anyway, review!