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November

By the time we got to Bella's parents' house, I wanted to tear my entire head of hair out.

When Bella was talking to her boyfriend on the phone, it made me realize exactly how messed up my relationship with Angela had become. Bella's boyfriend didn't call her as often as Ang called or texted me, nor did she seem to call him like that.

When we pulled up to the house, and she introduced him as her brother, I was a little shocked, to say the least. I had no idea she even had a brother, which made me realize I was kind of a shitty friend, and that made me think that maybe I was a shitty boyfriend, too. Maybe I wasn't paying enough attention to Angela; maybe she was right.

Then I turned my phone back on, and my anger emerged again. I had four missed voice messages and fifteen text messages. Before I could even check to see what they were, the phone rang again.

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"Do you need to get that?" Alec motioned to my, once again, ringing phone.

"I guess I should." I ran my fingers through my hair in aggravation.

"Just come down and find us when you're done, man. No worries. It'll give me some time to mess with Smelly." He grinned as he bounded out the door.

I quickly answered my phone. "Hello?" I was unable to keep the snappiness from my tone.

"Why have you been ignoring me? What is more important than talking to me on the phone?"

"I was driving, Ang. You know I don't answer my phone while I'm driving. I also told you when I was leaving and approximately when I was getting here."

"You don't have to be rude, Edward. I just miss you. I wish you were coming home. I can't believe that I have to wait until Christmas to see you."

"We've discussed this, Angela. Bella's parents were kind enough to invite me here, so I'd have somewhere to work on my homework and I wouldn't miss a home-cooked meal."

"You should be here with me. I could have cooked for you."

"Sometimes I think you ignore the things I say to you on purpose, Ang. Please stop. Stop trying to make me feel guilty for putting my schoolwork first and not being able to come home."

She started to cry. "I'm sorry, Edward. Don't hate me. I miss you."

"I miss everyone too, but I'm being rude to my hosts. I haven't even met Bella's parents yet."

"Will you call me later?"

"Of course, I will. Bye."

I hung up the phone, and went downstairs. I just hoped Bella's parents didn't think I was disrespectful for not coming down to meet them sooner.

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That night, after everyone had gone up to bed, I sat at the kitchen table and made a phone call I had been both dreading and needing to make. I held my breath as the phone rang, hoping against hope that the right person answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Weber. It's Edward."

"Oh, hello son, how's college life treating you?"

"It's fine, sir."

"That's good to hear. I ran into your father a few weeks ago, and he said you were doing well. But it's good to hear it straight from you. Angela isn't here, I'm afraid. She went out with Rose and Alice tonight."

I cleared my throat. "Actually sir, it was you I needed to speak with."

"Oh? What can I do for you then, Edward?"

"It's… um… it's about Angela, sir. I've been noticing some things that are a little off-putting, and I think you need to know about them."

"What about her, Edward?" The underlying concern evident in his tone.

"I understand that she misses me sir, and I miss her too, but… this is so awkward. It's probably nothing. I'm sorry I wasted your time."

"Edward, wait! Please, what is wrong? You wouldn't have called me for nothing."

I sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Weber. I just… this is very difficult." I took a few deep breaths before launching into my tale.

I told him everything—about the scholarship, all the emails, the repeated phone calls, and countless texts. About the stuff I'd seen on Facebook and how it made me feel. By the time I was done, I felt as if an enormous weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

He cleared his throat. "I appreciate you calling me, Edward. I think it's time I had a conversation with my daughter."