January
"What's up with you two?" Jasper looked from me to Edward with an accusatory stare. It was three weeks after New Year's, but nothing had really changed between us.
Well, unless you counted making out in his car before school, or that one time I went over to his house to study (ha. "Study") and let him get to second base.
That, and the fact that we always seemed to be around each other. And that I was always smiling. Oh, and I'd broken up with Jake, who thankfully hadn't taken it very hard.
"Nothing," Edward replied with a slight glance in my direction. He stole one of Bella's French fries and lay back in the grass, but Jasper wasn't very convinced.
"Cullen, remember when we were seven and you broke my He-Man action figure?"
Edward opened one eye to glare at his best friend. "Uh huh."
"And then you told me like, five minutes after because you just couldn't keep in all that guilt?"
"I sure do," he replied.
"Just reminding you of that," Jasper said as solemnly as he could.
"You're a dick, Whitlock."
"Thank you and good day, sir."