BPOV
I was officially fucked!
Two months ago, when my dad told me Edward Cullen was back in town I tried to not to react. When he told me he was fresh out of the Police academy… Well I was speechless. I first met Edward when I was a sophomore and he was a senior at Forks High School. He was tall with light brown hair, not too long and not too short. He had piercing green eyes and pale skin. He was perfect. The only thing he aspired to be was a doctor, like his father, and he was so excited to go to UW. I was very surprised to hear he had joined the Police Academy after finishing his college education.
I remember very clearly the day we met. He and his family had recently moved to Forks. He was new at school and every girl thought they were in love with him, me included. One Thursday morning I saw him walking in front of me through the school corridor. I was so distracted by him, I didn’t see a backpack laying on the ground by some lockers and I tripped over it, my books flying everywhere. I ended up face down on the floor and in that moment, I wanted to die. Everybody laughed at me, but not him. He approached me and helped to gather my books. He then took my arm and pulled me up. I thanked him and Edward offered to walk me to my class. After that day we became best friends.
I had a big crush on him; he was so attentive and so handsome. We dated for the last three months of the school year and our plan was to spend as much time as possible together, before he went to college. But that never happened.
The day of senior prom, he was so out of himself. He was distracted and when he was pronounced king of senior prom, with Leah Clearwater as his queen, he practically abandoned me at our table. He was chatting with his friends, and Leah was hanging all over him. She was beautiful, of course; tall, perfect facial features, olive skin, long black hair and had a big personality. At some point, I went to look for him because he wasn’t answering his cellphone and he wasn’t in the gym either. I was bored and I wanted to go home. I noticed he wasn’t with his friend from earlier so I went outside and looked around. He was at the entrance with Leah and they were talking very closely. I got mad because, well, why he was out here all alone with her? I walked towards them and when Edward saw me his stance became rigid.
“Hey! I have been looking for you,” I told Edward, ignoring Leah, who was glaring at me. “Can you take me home, please? I’m very tired.” I could tell by his demeanor he was annoyed by my request, but he complied.
“Sure, let’s go. Goodnight, Leah. It was nice talking to you.”
Leah smiled seductively at him. “Bye, Edward.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet as they said goodbye. Edward took my hand, leading me to his car.
That night, Edward didn’t kiss me or anything. He just left me on my porch and went home. The next day, I called his cellphone but it kept being sent to voice mail. I called his house too but his mother, Esme, answered and told me he wasn’t there. For three days it went like that; I would call, he wouldn’t answer and he was never home. On the fourth day he called me, asking to meet outside my house. Of course, I agreed, desperate to see him again. When I opened the door, he was sitting on my porch steps. He looked up at me and then patted the step next to him, wordlessly asking me to sit with him. I was nervous. Normally he would pull me into his side when we sat together. This time, he wouldn’t even look at me, let alone touch me. I broke the uncomfortable silence.
“Where were you? I’ve been calling your cellphone and your house. What is happening?” He looked at me from the corner of his eye and started to talk.
“I was busy, college stuff, you know?” I nodded and waited for him to tell me more. He didn’t say anything and the silence was becoming suffocating. I was about to say something, anything, to break it when he blurted out, “I want to break up.”
My heart stopped. I couldn´t find my voice. I was in shock.
“I think it is better this way. You are very young and you have two more years of high school. I’m going to be busy with my classes, you know medical school is very demanding and, well, I think a clean break is better. We can still be…”
This time, I interrupt him.
“Don’t say friends, Edward!” My heart was pounding in my chest. I wanted to yell at him, I wanted to cry, I wanted to ask him why! But my pride told me not to. Instead I stood up and went to my door. He stood up too, turning around to face me.
“You know what? That is just a lame excuse to get rid of me.”
“Bella I just…!” He tried to talk but I didn’t let him. My eyes were starting to water with tears and I didn’t want him to see me cry. “Save it for someone who cares, Edward. Goodbye.” And with that, I slammed the door in his face. For the rest of the day, I locked myself in my room and cried myself to sleep.
One week later, my friends from La push, Paul and Embry, called to invite me to the beach. They were having a bonfire party that night and I needed some cheering up, so I agreed to go. I found Edward there, with Leah, holding hands and kissing. I was so angry I just started yelling at Edward, on the beach, in front of everyone.
“How could you do this to me, Edward? You just broke up with me. Last week. Spouting some lame excuses about it being better for us both. And now here you are, with her!” I pointed a finger at Leah, who was smirking at me. Edward was so indifferent to my outburst, it broke my heart. He just shrugged his shoulders and made a face.
“Bella, calm down. It’s not like we were engaged to be married or something; we never spoke about commitments. We were just dating. Besides, I’m going to college soon and I want my options open.”
And just like that, I was dismissed.
He walked away, down to the shore, with Leah by his side, laughing at me the whole way. I didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t like this. He was attentive and caring.
Where was the Edward I knew?
Edward spent the rest of the summer in Forks like we planned, but with Leah. I wanted to cry, every single day, because he played me. And I never saw his true colors. I was so in love with him, and it hurt so much to see him with her. I was glad he was going away to college.
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