(No goiters were harmed in the making of this chapter)

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Chapter 4

"That's harsh, Bella. What did I ever do to you?" Edward asks. I can tell that he's offended, and he has a right to be. He's done nothing but talk to me. But I have reasons for my hatred and I don't need to tell some guy (who is most likely chasing after Jasper's sister) about my life story. No matter how incredibly attractive he is.

"Nothing. It's just how I feel. What does it matter anyway?" I reply. He's about to say something when Jasper walks in. I exhale a sigh of relief. Or frustration. I don't really know which. I have a weird feeling in my stomach. I wonder if it's Edward or the cafeteria tuna melt?

I guess I'll know in an hour.

"Hey Bella, I just thought of a new idea for a chem joke app..." He stops in his tracks when he sees Edward.

"Hey Jasper," I say warily, looking between the two men and hoping there won't be fisticuffs. I'm confident Edward would win in any case since he obviously works out (as evidenced by spectacular chest and arms) and Jasper doesn't lift anything heavier than a Bunson burner or game controller.

"Edward," Jasper says with a sigh.

"You know I'm here about Rosalie and Riley. I've been calling you." Edward looks annoyed. I can't blame him. Judging from Jasper's face, I know that he hasn't misplaced those messages.

"Let's go into my office, okay?" Edward nods and follows Jasper towards the tiny space that we call our office. I can't help but notice that the back of him is almost as perfect as the front.

I also can't help that he catches me looking at his ass when he glances back at me.

Shit. I'm busted again. His smug little smile pisses me off. Well, he shouldn't wear those butt-hugging track pants. Or be so fuckable.

I think about what Edward said to Jasper while I pack up my things for class. Rosalie has to be Jasper's sister, but who is Riley? My imagination runs wild as I think about Rosalie having an affair with this Riley guy. If she is cheating on Edward with him, what must he look like?

I think of this woman who has Edward (and probably some other gorgeous guy) chasing after her, and I feel envious for a brief moment. But that's not what I want. That's the sort of thing that Renee would do.

And I'd never be like her.

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"So did Edward like throw Jasper across the room or something?" Alice asks eagerly. I've been explaining yesterday's office drama between Jasper and Edward as we eat lunch in the caf as usual. This time I steer clear of the tuna melt. I don't want to take any chances.

"Nothing happened, according to Jasper. He didn't offer any details, though. But gee, Alice. You're that excited about Jasper getting his ass kicked? I thought you liked him."

"I do like him. But he's in training. And hot guys fighting is... well, hot." I think about Edward sweating and grunting from the exertion of grappling with Jasper. Maybe his clothes rip open to expose his six-pack...no, I'm betting Edward is rocking an eight-pack. Oh my. I clear those thoughts out of my brain because being horny, and my Biochemistry Core class don't mix. Wrong type of core.

"What do you mean, training? I know very well that Jasper does not do exercise in any form."

"He's in man training, Bell. He has the brain of a genius, but the personality and wardrobe of a fourteen-year-old. And I don't like them that young."

"I told you to give him a chance."

"You also told me he was into experimenting."

"He is," I retort. She gives me the stink eye. "Okay, I'll admit that our type of experimentation is a bit different."

"Oh, you think? I thought we were going to get kinky in the lab and he starts playing with colored gases."

"Ooh, was it the Bromine experiment?"

"Like I'd fucking know. Seriously. I don't do gases of any kind."

I roll my eyes, because gases are awesome.

"Anyways..." Alice changes the subject, "Edward? What's up with that? He's the guy you spotted in the bar, right? Did you get his number or anything?"

"Nothing. Yes. No."

"I hate when you get clinical. Elaborate, please."

"You're the one interrogating me, Miss PreLaw," I complain.

I dodge the fry she chucks at my head and answer in a more reasonable fashion.

"Nothing is going to happen, Alice. First of all he has a girlfriend-"

"Allegedly."

"And he's a ball player."

"Fuck."

"I know."

"Maybe it's time you ended your boycott on ball players. Besides the fact that you are definitely interested in this Edward guy, there could be some DILFs at the little league field."

I burst out laughing. "Right. Like any of the parents there are as young as me."

"You don't know that, Bella."

"I know the parents of Seth's classmates. Trust me, none of them are DILFs or even in my age range for that matter. I'm destined to be alone, Alice."

"Lies."

"Seth's coach is named Emmett, Alice. Do you know any guys under sixty named Emmett? He's got to be some kid's grandpa, and unless he looks like Harrison Ford, definitely not my type."

"Okay. Emmett sounds bad. But please don't give up. There's someone out there for you."

"I hope so, Alice. But he won't be at the field tomorrow."

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A/N: Your reviews make me happy. I love reading all your theories about Seth. Some of you are very close.

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Chapter five up tomorrow.