Heartbreak Boy

Chapter-6: Treacherous Heart

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Chapter-6: Treacherous Heart

A month after James and I start dating, a lazy Sunday morning finds Alice and Rose huddled at a corner table in my café. As I bring their coffee to them, I feel a little lightheaded. It's the first time the whole group is getting together in over two months and today's agenda includes introducing my friends to James.

"You look like you're about to pass out," Alice remarks as she picks up her coffee and inhales the rich aroma of freshly ground beans. "This smells like heaven."

I take a seat next to her and shake my head. "Maybe this is a bad idea."

"Maybe this is a fantastic idea," Rose counters.

Alice quickly snaps a photo of the intricately designed heart I've created on her coffee. "For Instagram," she informs me and then adds, "As for James, I want to meet the guy who has literally swept you off your feet."

"But everyone will be here," I mumble sounding uncertain. "Even the boys."

"Good," Rose says with a devilish smirk. "All of your friends need to meet your boyfriend." The way she stresses the word lets me know that she knows exactly who I don't want James to meet.

"He sounds so dreamy, doesn't he?" Alice lets out an audible sigh as Emmett regales the rest to her and Jasper about the countless times James has had to make up for my clumsiness without so much as a complaint.

Before anyone can respond to Alice's remark, a deep male voice that still makes my stupid heart skip a beat asks, "Who? Me?"

Rosalie looks over my shoulder and pulls a face at the source of the question. "You wish, Edward. No one's talking about you."

Edward scowls at her but before he can say anything, James enters the café. "I believe they were talking about me," he says as he sidesteps Edward and comes to offer me a bouquet of milk white roses.

"Hi," I greet him as I accept the flowers from him.

He smiles and leans down to place a kiss on my cheek. The he stands up straight and says, "There are thirty long-stemmed roses for each day we've been together."

"Why are they white? Looks like you lifted that off a funeral table."

We all suck in a breath in unison at the insult Edward hurls at James. "Edward!" I chastise in a hushed voice. "That was rude." The menacing sneer playing on his lips makes me do a doubletake. I've never seen Edward look at anyone that way ... least of all, me.

James isn't a bit ruffled by the sudden hostile reaction to his gift though. He simply takes my hand and says sweetly, "White is culmination all the colors. To me, it symbolizes perfection ... just like Bella."

His words spoken with so much sincerity makes the men high five him, and the girls sigh in response. But me? Instead of melting to a lovesick puddle, my treacherous heart clenches painfully as I watch Edward glare at us for a long moment before heading for the exit.

Why doesn't my stupid heart understand that that man will never be mine?

A/N: Loving someone from afar and knowing they don't return your feelings just might be the worst thing a heart can experience, won't you agree?

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