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According to you I'm stupid, I'm useless
I can't do anything right
According to you I'm difficult, hard to please
Forever changing my mind

I'm a mess in a dress, can't show up on time
Even if it would save my life
According to you, according to you

But according to him I'm beautiful, incredible
He can't get me out of his head
According to him I'm funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted

Everything is opposite, I don't feel like stopping it
So baby tell me what I got to lose
He's into me for everything I'm not
According to you

According to you- Orianthi

BPOV

We lie in completely silence and tranquility almost able to forget about the things that are going on with our lives now. A knock sounds at the door, and Jasper releases me from his side so that we can get dressed. Now fully clothed I walk to the door and open it, standing there is Edward. The look on his face is priceless; he looks like someone took a shit in his blood.

"Bella, may I speak with you alone?" I'm in a daze; I thought he would have gathered that I am not interested. I don't feel appreciated by him, why would I chose him over Jasper, who makes me feel special, who makes me feel alive and not put down for every little thing.

"I think that if you have something to say Edward, it can be said in front of Jazz," I say raising my eyebrow at him, trying to portray; I will never trust him again. I know he is trying to talk me back into being with him, but it just won't work. He makes me feel so weak and useless, as if I can't do anything right.

"I would really like to talk to you alone," he says gently but urgently. Exasperated I agree, turning to Jazz I give him a soft smile and let it show in my eyes that I am remorseful. We both know if I don't do this now that he will just keep bugging me until I give in. He takes me down the stairs and out the door, through the woods to his meadow. He turns to me and before he can even talk, I hold up my hand.

"Let's get this straight before you even start Edward, I am not coming back to you now nor will I ever. I am fed up with the constant streams of letdowns and put downs, according to everything you have ever told me you don't love me. You just want to change me into something I'm not. You try to keep me so locked up into a bubble. You don't like it when I speak my mind, you act as if I am stupid, and you let Alice play Bella-Barbie knowing that I don't like it. In the meantime, I feel more and more useless and unneeded not to mention that you make me feel not worth the effort you seem to feel you put forth." I say before he can even speak.

He shifts uncomfortable with what I am saying to him; he just doesn't seem to get it because he opens his mouth and says that he can work on it if I just give him a chance. What did I do for the last year and a half?

"You shouldn't have to try Edward; Jasper doesn't have to work at it. I am everything he wants; he makes me feel beautiful, intelligent, like my opinion matters. He doesn't treat me like a child. He treats me, as if I am the love of his very long existence, and he treats me, as if I matter. He doesn't walk all over me, telling me whom I can and cannot be friends with, he doesn't tell me I cannot do something that I want to. He does try to talk me out of things when he thinks I might be hurt, but ultimately he lets me make the decision. He didn't deny my right to choose whether I wanted to spend eternity with him or not. Edward I can't do this with you anymore. I love Jasper; he is my mate, not you."

I turn around not letting him speak and head back towards the house. I speed my way to my loving mate, throwing the door open and running up the stairs into the room. I toss my arms around him, hugging him tightly I let my love flow towards him. The smile that comes across his face is breathtaking; I know I made the right choice in that moment. My hand reaches out and I cup his face gently, running my finger over his plump bottom lip, I lean into him and brush my mouth over his. I draw his lip into my mouth and nibble gently on it, god I have wondered if it was as juicy as it looked for quite a while. It was ten times better than my imaginings.

His eyes are burning with desire as he reaches down and places his hands firmly upon my backside. He lifts me against his body and my legs with a mind of their own wrap around his waist. My heels digging into his firm buttocks, I grind against his glorious member, my juices soaking through my panties and his pants. His nostrils flare. His eyes darken from amber to deep dark black pools of desire. Instantly, I find myself pinned between a very hungry, horny Jasper and the wall. He grinds deliciously into my drenched core, a needy growl building up in his chest.

He pulls away from me slightly, and his hands start to undress me, as my hands do the same to him. Our clothes land on the floor, and I am pushed right back up against the wall. My legs reposition themselves around his lean hips; he guides his tip to my entrance with his hand. The other hand tangles in my hair, as he pushes roughly into me. My head is tugged backwards, and he plunders my neck with his tongue and teeth sucking and nibbling a path from one side to the other. He pounds in and out of me at a startling pace; it is rough and needy in its intensity.

My body starts to convulse with the signs of my slowly approaching orgasm. His gift flows over me encompassing me with his lust and desire, heightening my pleasure. My hips buck into him, matching his pace, and my unneeded breath catches in my throat. I cry out his name as the spring inside me snaps and the full force of my orgasm hits with the crash of a tidal wave. My body clamps down on his fast pistoning shaft, he pumps three more times and falls over the edge of bliss spilling his seed deep inside of me. He walks us over to the bed, never pulling himself from my depths, and lies us down on the bed with him nestled between my legs. He starts to tenderly make love to me; I close my eyes in bliss, and think to myself that this is going to be a long night.

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