Alright, here's Chapter 4.
In Edward's POV.
During the second half of this chapter, I was listening to "Human" by Civil Twilight.
(It has nothing to do with 'Twilight'.) You guys should give it a listen. =)

- JayBee

EPOV

Wow. Why was it so bright in my room? I pried one eye open. Damn it. I forgot to close my blinds last night. Stupid sun. Should I close them and go back to sleep? Ummm…yes?...no?....yes?...no.
What time was it? I reached my arm out – Oh, shit. It felt cold outside of my bed. – to my nightstand to check the time on my phone. 9:47?
I just dug my head under my comforter and went back to sleep.

When I woke up again, I checked the time – again. 11:08. Alright, I'll get up. I sat up and my comforter slid down, making me shiver as cold air hit my chest. Why was it so cold in the house?
I rubbed my eyes, and when I put them back down, I saw something move on the bed next to me. When I turned my head, I had to rub my eyes again. There was a lump the size of a big
ball on the bed next to mine. I couldn't even comprehend what was going on.

A lump in the bed…meant…there was someone in the bed. Got it. But who would be in the bed? I came home after school yesterday, watched TV, went on my computer, and went to sleep at 12:00.
I don't even remember going out last night, so I definitely don't remember bringing anyone back with me. Whoever it was, was facing away from me. I kept staring, and decided it would be a
good idea to find out who was in the bed. I slowly swung my legs out of my bed and the lump that was now in front of me moved a bit, but didn't turn around.

I froze, still sitting. The comforter was pulled all the way over where the head would be, so I couldn't see any part of the body, but the lump was small enough that I knew it was a girl,
because no guy my age (the person had to be my age…what little kid or old person would be in my room?) would be able to curl into something that small.
I finally got off my bed, went over by my door to grab a hockey stick, and as I was walking toward the side of the bed that the person was facing, she decided to turn around to the
other side, comforter still over her head.

I held my arm up and shook the hockey stick in anger. Jesus Christ! Can you stay still for one second? I slowly walked to the other side, realizing how ridiculous I looked. I looked down and
chuckled lightly to myself. Socks, boxer-briefs, hockey stick. That was it. If this wasn't someone I was close to, I was going to feel awkward. Should I throw on some pants? *No! Just find out who this is!*
Okay, fine.

I slowly reached out with the stick, hooked it onto the comforter by the person's head, and pulled it back as slowly as I could.

I heard a shriek come from the body. "Edward! Put it back!"

I jumped, threw the stick onto the body, and froze.

It was Alice.

Thank GOD. I don't think I could deal with finding some other girl in my room right now. She was back for Spring Break.

She kicked the stick off the bed, rolled back over, facing the other side again, and pulled the covers back over her head again.

"Alice? Why are you sleeping in my room?"

She mumbled and I barely understood her. "Because...your room is warmer than mine or Emmett's."

"Why is it so cold?" I was shivering. Why the hell was I still in boxer-briefs?

I could barely understand her. Her head was still buried. "The thermostat…last night. Why aren't you wear…ny clothes? …so cold. …bliiiinds."

Blinds? Huh…? I was guessing she told me to close the blinds. I walked over to close them, and realized that despite the cold, it was sunny outside. I didn't want to stay inside when it was
this nice out.

I saw a pair of my jeans on my chair and put them on. I walked over to my closet, threw on a plain white t-shirt I found, and wore my leather jacket over it. My sneakers were on the floor of
my closet, and I just grabbed a random pair, sitting on the floor to put them on.

"Alice, I'm going to get bagels. Do you want any?"

She mumbled something I didn't understand, and I didn't feel like asking again. I would just get her a toasted bagel with butter. She liked those. I finished putting my shoes on, shoved the laces
into the sides of my shoes, and left my room, grabbing my keys and wallet on the way out. I walked toward Emmett's door and knocked on his door – no answer. Probably still sleeping.

"Hey, Em, I'm going to get bagels. Do you want –" I began to say as I was opening his door. Oh, he wasn't here. Most likely out with his girlfriend somewhere. I liked his girlfriend. She was smart,
pretty, and she treated him well. I only met her twice, but I could tell. What had he said her name was? …I think it was Rosalie. Yeah. That was it. Anyway, if she wasn't good for him, I'd let him
know, and I know he would get mad. Thankfully, she was a really good girlfriend, and she showed respect to others, which was important.

I knew my parents were at work, but I checked their room anyway. No one was there, as I had expected. Alright, so just Alice and me. I went down the stairs and out the front door. I walked
towards my car, but then decided to walk. It wasn't as cold as I thought it was, and the store was pretty close. Sorry, baby. I'll drive you later.

Okay, yes, I spoke to my car once in a while. I couldn't help it. She was my baby. Her name was Emily. No one knew I spoke to her, or that I had even named her. Well, Bella knew, but Bella knew
everything. When she first heard me talk to Emily, she obviously laughed. I mean, you'd laugh if your best friend spoke to his or her car, right? Anyway, after that, she just accepted the fact that
I loved my car, even though I knew she got annoyed sometimes.

As I was walking, I thought of all the different crap I did that Bella put up with, and I realized that very few people, family included, would ever put up with my little quirks.
Well, that's why we were best friends. Even though we would tell each other we loved one another, I really knew she loved me when she would put up with my stubbornness or
stupid things I would do, like wake up some days and decide that I didn't want to speak to anyone because I was in a bad mood. On those days, I would even limit the words
that I would say to Bella, but she would never question it. She understood, even when others would get mad that I wouldn't speak to them.
Everyone had their off days, and that's how I dealt with mine.

I finally got to the store, got the bagels and two cups of coffee, and started walking back home. I ate my bagel on the way home, and when I walked in my front door, I saw that Alice was up.
I gave her the food and coffee, and told her I was going to be in my room.

"Okay. I'm gonna go out with Brian after I finish eating." Brian. Her boyfriend. I didn't really like him, but he wasn't that bad of a kid.

"Alright, just be careful," I started walking up the stairs.

I finally got to my room and turned on the TV, sitting on my bed and drinking my coffee. After about forty minutes, I got bored, and started thinking of things I could do. I thought about calling
Bella and asking her what she was doing. Maybe we could play at the billiards place or just go for a walk since it was so nice outside. As I was thinking of things to do, the doorbell rang. I hope it was Bella.

I set my coffee aside, went downstairs, and began speaking as I was opening the door.

"Hey, I was just thinking –"

"Hiii! Yay! I found the right house!"

"Ashley? Hey! Ashley...uh...how did you find my house?"

What the hell was she doing at my house? I couldn't deal with her right now. Okay, okay, I have to be nice. She wasn't that bad. And she was always nice to me.

"From the phonebook, silly. Can I come in?" Not really…

"Um, yeah, sure." I stepped aside and she walked in. What a creeper. If someone doesn't tell you where there house is, why would you show up at their door?

"Your house is so cute!"

"Thanks…" Did she not realize that I was uncomfortable right now?

"So, what were you doing, Eddiekins?" She flipped her long hair behind her shoulder.

STOP FUCKING GIVING ME NICKNAMES. "Nothing. I was just watching TV upstairs."

I couldn't stand the things she called me. They were worse than any other nicknames I've ever heard people give me. I've told her to stop so many times and she always makes up new ones.
Goddamn. How many nicknames can be made from one name? I didn't even let Bella give me nicknames. I know sometimes Bella got hurt when I told her not to call me something besides my
own name, but at least when I told her to stop, she would respect me and stop. I called her 'Bells', but she liked that. I also called Ashley 'Ash', and she was okay with that, too. It kind of
reminded me of Ash from Pokemon, which I found funny, but I would just keep that to myself.

Did Ashley not know that if Bella couldn't call me nicknames, she definitely couldn't call me anything besides 'Edward'? She thinks it's okay to call me all this weird shit? Hell no, it's not okay.
I can't yell at her out of nowhere, though. Once again, I'm just going to suppress my anger, which I've seemed to do a lot lately. I know Ashley's not trying to be annoying, that's just the way
she is. I'll just give her another chance – again. I knew Bella didn't like her, but they didn't really talk, so I didn't see why Bella would have a reason not to like her. Ashley never complained
about not liking Bella. I wish Bella would do the same.

Lost in thought, I suddenly noticed we were in my room. I didn't even realize we'd started walking when we were downstairs. I just wanted her to leave so I could go out. Maybe I'd just take
her with me or something. I was sitting on the edge of my bed and she was looking at my trophies, medals, and plaques.

"Oh, my God! You played hockey and baseball? I love hockey and baseball!"

Did she really? "Really? What's your favorite team? For both sports?"

"…I love the Jets." She giggled. What the hell?

Was she freaking kidding? Did she know that was a football team? Jesus Christ, at least say Yankees or something. They're well-known, and you won't sound like an idiot. I mean, I didn't
expect her to know about sports; the only girl I knew who knew as much about hockey and baseball as I did was my Bella. Ashley didn't have to try to be fake to impress me. I didn't expect much.
She did study hard, though, which is probably how she made it into NYU.

I scooted back on my bed and rested my back against the headboard, grabbing my coffee and taking a sip. It was cold, but I didn't really care. Ashley turned on my radio and found a station that
played old songs. Juvenile's "Back That Azz Up" was on, and at that moment, I knew she wasn't leaving anytime soon. I suddenly wished someone was home so I could say I was busy or –

She grabbed my coffee and put it on the table next to my bed. "Ashley, I was drink –"

And…I just shut the fuck up right then and there because she climbed on top of me and was straddling my waist. Straddling my waist. What the fuck?

"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered.

"Mmm…What does it look like I'm doing…?" She was moaning and grinding on me. I was about to have a breakdown, I swear. What the fuck, Edward…stop her. I couldn't. I couldn't stop what was
happening, and I just noticed how hott she really was. I thought she was pretty before, but she really was sexy. I felt so weak and helpless because I wasn't telling her to stop. I really didn't want
this to happen, and at the same time, my body wanted it. And what did I do? I gave in.

She took her clothes off, and all I did was watch her as she did it. She took my clothes off, and I let her. I was still staring at her. Her body was so hott. I knew she had breast implants, but I didn't care.
They looked good.

"Hey, do you have anything?"

Oh, she was talking to me. "Yeah, in the drawer." I pointed at the table next to us.

She reached over and dug in the drawer, taking out a condom. When she put it on me, I knew for a fact I wasn't going to do anything to stop her and we were going to do this all the way.
I've had sex before, this was nothing new, but it felt awkward because my mind kept telling me to stop. Well, too late now, because I was already underneath her, inside of her. I heard my
phone ring, and it took everything in me to focus on something besides the body on top of mine. I saw that it was on the table next to me, and reached my arm out to get it.

"Don't answer it." She breathed into my face.

I obviously wasn't planning on answering it right now, shit. I turned the phone toward me and checked to see who it was.

Bella. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. It then hit me why my mind was telling me to stop. I told Bella about everything I did, and she told me about everything she did. She usually didn't care if I slept
with girls, but she usually didn't have a problem with them. Bella made it clear that she didn't like Ashley, and said Ashley gave her dirty looks sometimes. I never saw the looks, but I know
Bella wouldn't lie about that. She's going to think I chose sleeping with Ashley over my friendship with her.

I – fuck – I couldn't even think because I was so close to finishing.

"Eddie, I'm close. Are you close…?" Her voice was strained.

I couldn't even speak. "Mhmm…I'm…uh-huh…shit…fuuuck…"

That was it.
I was done.
She was done.

I pulled out of her and she collapsed next to me. I had to – she had to leave. Now.
I had to let Bella know what happened before she found out from someone else. I knew Ashley would tell someone, and if Bella found out from someone besides me, she'd fucking
tear me apart.

"Aww, Eddie, that was good!" She reached her hand out to cup my face, but I pulled away. I looked at her, and she wasn't fucking pretty or sexy or hott. She was disgusting. Edward,
you're so
disgusting. I can't believe I just fucked her. It felt so bad to think about it.

"Ash, don't take this the wrong way, but you can please go? I'm really tired and I just need to sleep." I didn't care if I was mean, nice, whatever. I just needed her to leave. I didn't want
to see her face.

She hesitated. "Yeah…sure…Let me just get dressed." I was relieved when she didn't complain. I'm sure guys have told her to leave right after plenty of times, so she was probably
used to it.

After she left, I took a shower, got dressed, and went over to Bella's house. Her dad answered the door.

"Hey, Mr. Swan. Is Bella home?" Oh, my God. My stomach was in knots just thinking about what her reaction would be when I told her.

"Hi, Edward. Yeah, she's upstairs." He walked over to the bottom of the stairs. "Bells! Edward's here!" I liked that only her father and I called her 'Bells'. It was as if no one was as close to
her as we were.

She came down the stairs in jeans and a t-shirt. I smiled as if nothing was going on and I wasn't just having sex with a slut in my room. "Hey, Bells. You wanna go for a walk? It's nice out."

"Yeah! I was so bored. Let me just get a sweater." She went back upstairs and it felt like forever until she came back. We said bye to Charlie and left. Bella went out first and I closed the
door behind me.

We started walking slowly down the sidewalk, and Bella started talking about how pretty her neighbor's flowers were and how nice the weather was. I couldn't even listen to what she was
saying.

I had to tell her right now. I waited until she was finished speaking.

"Bells, I'm gonna say something. You have to promise me that you won't get mad." I knew it was pointless to make her promise. She would get mad.

"Haha, I promise." She was so care-free. She was making this even harder. She's not doing anything, Edward. You made the situation harder.

"Don't laugh. Please. I'm serious. I have to tell you before you hear it from someone else."

"Edward, you're scaring me. What is it?"

"Don't be scared. I…" and I mumbled the last part. I knew she didn't hear it, but I was hoping she did. We had stopped walking by now.

"You…?"

"I slept with Ashley." It was a relief to say it, but I didn't feel any better.

"You slept with Ashley. Slept with Ashley, as in…you…"

"I had sex with her." Please…don't make me say it again.

"Oh. When?" She didn't seem mad. I was even more worried, because whenever I thought she would get mad at something and she stayed calm, she blew up later on.

I put my hands over my face and I knew she wouldn't understand what I was about to say. "Just now. Before I came over." I didn't want to be here anymore. I couldn't look at her.

"Huh?"

I hated repeating these things over and over. "Just now…Before I came over."

"Take me home. You're walking me back home right now."

I looked behind me. We were only three houses down from her house. I turned back around and put my hands up. "Bella, please, can I just –"

She just walked around me and started walking to her house. I wish she would just yell at me and let all of her anger out. I walked after her. When she saw me walking after her,
she quickened her pace, and so did I. I was a few steps behind her when we reached her house. When she went inside and turned around to look at me, I knew I wasn't welcome inside.

What could I do? I didn't know what to say. "Bells, please. I'm so -"

"Don't fucking call me 'Bells'." And with that, she shut the door.

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