Bella:
"Miss Swan! Wait!" I'm tempted to keep going, but the polite part of me makes me stop and turn around. Damn her.
"I'm sorry if that was rude, but…well, actually, I'm not sorry," I tell Edward. "And I said you could call me Bella."
"Right, yes, Bella. Look, I apologise for Jessica's behaviour-"
"Don't. You're not the same person; you didn't make her say that. For the record, I'm not 'jealous'," I interrupt him.
"Ok, I just wanted you to know that's not how I intended the meeting to go," Edward tries to explain.
"You must really care about her to go to all this trouble," I comment.
"I feel like it's my fault…all of her education being ruined," Edward says. He doesn't sound very much…in love. But who am I to tell?
"Well, I should be off then…it was nice meeting you, though," I tell him, beginning to walk away again.
"Um, Bella?" Edward asks.
"Yes?" I question back, turning around again.
"I'm incredibly sorry for Jessica's behaviour, I'll have a word with her," Edward says before walking back inside. That was weird. He acts more like her parent than her partner.
Instead of going in to my apartment when I get home, I go straight to Rosalie and Emmett's to tell them everything about what happened.
"Oh my god! I mean, I've always thought what the hell a fuck-hot 28 year old actor was doing with an 18 year old school girl!" Rosalie comments at the end of my story.
"Fuck-hot?" Emmett queries.
"You're hotter, babe, don't know," Rosalie grins.
"Anyway, all I know is that Monday is going to be awkward," I sigh.
"I suggest we-"
"I'm not getting drunk again!" I interrupt.
"Damn you, BabyBell! Bo-ring." Rosalie huffs.
"Screw you, blondie!" I shout to her as I walk into my own apartment.
Outside my door, however, I see a large bouquet of flowers, with my name on the card.
Who are they from?
A/N: Who do you think the flowers are from? :D
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