This is not a diary entry. Some chapters will be like this, just so you know.

Betas are Lisa and Rags. You wouldn't imagine how great they are. Only if you know them. So, if you do, you can imagine.

"Maybe you should look at those flyers Dad brought home," I suggest, eyeing the suspicious looking cupcakes in front of me. They do look delicious, but I'm not sure if they were made recently or have been here for a couple of days.

Emmett groans. "You know I don't want to be a police officer, Bells." He orders an orange juice and motions toward the tables. Angela – I think that's her name – smiles too eagerly at him, and I try to hide my smirk.

"Okay, but if you don't feel like engineering is your thing anymore, maybe you should consider doing something else."

He looks at me with a "no shit" expression on his face. I smile, and Angela brings our order, setting it down slowly on the table. I think Emmett should ask her out already. She likes him, obviously, and he has a thing for brunettes these days. If I were a psychiatrist, I would say it has something to do with a small town bitch we knew two years ago.

"Thanks, Ange," he says, flashing his signature grin, complete with dimples. She becomes momentarily dazed, and it's all I can do not to laugh. He's pushing her buttons, and one of these days she's going to do something about it. I just want to be there to see it.

"No problem," she says, her voice breathy. I look down and cover my mouth with my fingers, trying desperately not to smile.

"Was that really necessary?" I ask once she's already behind the register.

"What?" he asks innocently.

I sigh, opening my bottle of water. "You should ask her out already. She's cute and sweet. Plus, she doesn't look like a slut, unlike your other friends."

He glares at me. "I'll ask her out when I think it's the right time. Right now, I've got to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with my life. I think that's far more important than a girl, don't you think?"

I chuckle, impressed with his sudden maturity. "Why, dear brother, you are growing up!"

He glares at me again, and then he looks down at the table. "Do you know who I ran into yesterday?"

His expression is guarded, but I figure out why too late.

"Edward."

That simple name – and the gorgeous face that comes with it – is enough to make me lose my appetite. I got over what happened pretty quickly, if I do say so myself, but hearing his name – and what he did to me – still stings. Also, the fact that he didn't even bother clearing things up with me – you know, for the sake of it – made things even worse. What kind of douchebag does that?

Emmett sees my face and he adds, "So… Dad talked to Dr. Cullen a few days ago, and it seems like Edward transferred here."

"What do you mean?" I frown. This is totally weird, since I know New York has always been Edward's chosen city to go to school for pre-med.

"He just transferred down here, no questions asked. It was kind of weird, but Dr. Cullen said he wasn't happy with New York and this way he could be close to home."

"That makes sense, I guess," I add in a small voice. I'm really, really hoping I don't come face to face with him, but the UW campus is not as big as you might think it is.

Silence.

"Have you e-mailed Alice?" he asks quietly, almost as if he's afraid of my reaction to this news. He knows me well, but not that well. He has no idea what I'm thinking.

"No. You said it was a bad idea." I frown again. What's his deal?

"I think you should," he says with his mouth full. "If you miss her so much…"

"I do miss her," I say, looking at him. "But she hasn't made any effort to contact me. Why should I do it?"

He sighs, dropping his silverware on the table. "You don't know what's happened over the last few years." At my dubious look, he continues, "Besides, we're not in high school anymore. I'm sure she'll love talking to you again."

I eye him suspiciously. "Okay. I'll think about it."

"Good," is his response, followed by a nod.

We talk for a few more minutes, until I ask what I wanted to ask when he mentioned Edward.

"Did he say anything to you?" I ask curiously, not meeting his eyes.

He grimaces. "Yes. He said it was good seeing me again, and then took off in the opposite direction."

"Well, that seems… normal, I guess?"

He looks away, and I know he's thinking about that night, even though he didn't see, nor did he hear what happened between Edward and Rosalie. And I think he regrets not paying attention to me all those times, when I knew – subconsciously – that Rosalie didn't care for anyone but herself, and that she was just using him.

Still… in some twisted way, I'm glad it happened.