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Boy
Chapter 3: What just happened?
BPOV
Edward is an ass.
I just can't believe him! He's been ignoring me for three days. Three damn days! So what if I'm a little different now? Is it a crime that I learned to like being a bit girlie? You'd think that since he was supposedly my best friend he would be happy that I discovered new things about myself.
But would I use happy to describe how Edward's been acting?
Fuck no.
"Bells, stop glaring at those flowers. They'll die because of you," Jake joked from his spot on the couch.
I obediently averted my piercing stare away from the vase of flowers that were on our coffee table and glared daggers at the ceiling instead.
"Now you want the roof to collapse and kill us? Bells you have some serious killing issues," Satan continued speaking.
I huffed and turned my glare to him.
"Hey now!" He yelled warningly. "Don't look at me like that. I might burst into flames! I don't want to burst into flames! Vanessa and I didn't even get to have sex yet!"
Ew. Just…Ew.
"Okay I so did not need to hear that," I said disgusted.
I sighed. "Jake, I just don't understand why he's ignoring me."
He looked at me sympathetically. "B, I know you're upset, but just give Edward some time to adjust to the new you. He's known you his whole life as tomboy Bella. This is a big change for him, for all of us."
"I have given him time!" I said, frustrated. "It's been three fucking days! The rest of you seem to be adjusting fine with how I am now. Why can't he?"
"I can't tell you what he's thinking. I'm not a mind reader. If you can't seem to wait any longer, my best advice it to just ask him, and if he can't accept you for who you are now…I honestly don't think he's worth it to be kept in your life."
I frowned to myself. "That's what I'm afraid of," I whispered, so quietly Jake couldn't possibly hear me.
\...B…/
Despite my talk with Jake, I didn't confront Edward.
I was terrified of all the possible horrible things he could have said. He could have said he hated me for changing...He could have said he never wants to see me again…He could have said that I wasn't as pretty as all the other girls who have fawned all over him, and that it was stupid for me to even try to be like a girl.
It disturbed me that the last one bothered me so much.
Six days have passed since Jake and I had our talk, and I still haven't spoken to Edward. I finally gave up on waiting for him to call me and decided to give him his space. I didn't bother him at school, and I didn't dare go over to his house. I just let him be.
I felt bad for Emmett. He was stuck between two friends fighting. Though he wasn't exactly pleased with Edward for ignoring me, he faithfully stayed neutral and didn't take anyone's side. Rosalie was the same, but she did say:
"If he doesn't man the fuck up soon, I will rip his balls off for being such a dick to you Bells."
That is when I decided, I fucking loved Rosalie.
Emmett had laughed his booming laugh and placed a kiss on her cheek. "This is why I love you babe," he had said through his chuckles.
The hardest parts of school were lunch and Biology. He's always right there. So close but so far. But I stopped feeling sorry for myself after day three. If anything I was angry with Edward. He has never acted like this before. I guess I wasn't the only one who changed. So I did exactly what he was doing to me. I ignored him, pretended like he wasn't even there.
Though there was one good thing that happened to me during this week of hell. My Harley finally arrived. My baby was a beautiful thing, a 2011 Harley-Davidson XL 883N Iron Model.
My baby had a medium-gray powder-coated engine with polished covers, and a chrome exhaust with slash-cut mufflers. She had a low front and rear suspension along with a classic 3.3-gallon fuel tank. She also had black, laced steel wheels with chrome spokes and black hubs. My baby also had a Sportster Classic solo seat with a side-mouthed license plate. To top it all off she had a black headlamp body with black visor and satin trim ring.
All in all, my baby was a fucking orgasm on wheels.
I rode my Harley to school every day. I enjoyed watching the guys drool over my bike, and I equally enjoyed the envy in the girls' eyes. Oh, and I was especially entertained at how jealous and awed Satan was.
Rosalie absolutely loved my baby. She was such a mechanic freak. She even offered to fix my bike so that it would drive even faster. Rosalie was stunningly beautiful and was into cars. I could see what it did to Emmett and every other male when she spoke Car and Driver.
God was obviously having a good day when he decided to bless Rosalie upon the horndogs know as men.
\...B…/
Do you know how depressing it is to be alone at home on a Saturday night?
Pretty fucking sad.
Satan went over to Vanessa's house doing god knows what, and Dad went over to his friend Billy's house. He was watching the game and spending the night there. Emmett and Rosalie couldn't hang out with me because they were out on a date.
So here I am all bored and alone, being pathetic. Normally I would go over to Edward's when I was lonely and had nothing to do, but that's definitely not happening anytime soon.
I jumped onto my bed face down on my pillow and groaned. Why? Why can't you talk to me? At least tell me how you feel, I thought to myself. Stop being chicken shit and call me!
Five minutes later my phone started ringing. I stared at it for a moment and then quickly grabbed it of my night stand. I felt my eyes widen in disbelief at the name that flashed on the screen.
Edward.
Ho-ly shit.
I hastily clicked the answer button and cautiously raised the phone to my ear.
"Edward?" I heard my bewildered voice say.
"Uh, yeah. Um, hey Bella," his velvet voice replied nervously.
I didn't say anything else. I honestly didn't know what to say. I just listened to his breathing through the phone until he decided to speak again.
"Would-would it be okay if I came over?" He stuttered. "I'd really like to talk to you in person."
"Sure," I said, still sounding a bit dazed.
"Thanks. I'll be there in ten minutes," he said before hanging up.
I blinked.
Did Edward seriously just ask to come over after ignoring me for almost two weeks?
The fuck…?
I sat there on my bed frozen, unable to form a complete thought. All I could seem to think was why and Edward. I don't know how long I sat there unmoving until I hear the ring of the doorbell. I jumped, startled from the sound.
I sprang up from my bed and raced down the stairs. Surprisingly I did so without tripping. I quickly unlocked the door and yanked it open revealing Edward.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, taking in each other's features. I first noticed how disheveled his hair looked, more so than usual. He had probably been pulling at it. It was one of the things that he would do when he was either nervous or frustrated. Then I noticed his eyes. I only now realized how green they were. They looked like to emeralds planted in his face. His green eyes were so intense…intensely focused on me. I had to look away.
"Hi," I said biting my bottom lip.
"Hey," he replied. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I said opening the door wider.
He stepped inside, and I closed the door. We walked into the living room in silence. I sat on the couch that had enough room to fit at least four people. Edward hesitated for a moment before he sat in the recliner.
I frowned. "Why are you all the way over there?"
"I-I didn't think you'd want me to sit next to you," he stuttered, just like he did on the phone. Never in my life have I ever heard him stutter. What the fuck is going on?
"That's silly. Get your ass over here Cullen."
He smiled. It was tiny and half-assed, but it was still a smile I guess. He got up from the recliner and sat down next to me.
"So you're probably wondering why I'm here…"
"No shit Eddie. This is the first time you've spoken to me in two weeks." I couldn't help the sour tone in my voice.
He grimaced. "Yeah, that's kind of what I wanted to talk about," he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.
I waited.
"I am so sorry, Bella," he said hoarsely, like he was about to cry. "I can't even tell you how sorry I am. I was just so caught up in the fact that you dressed and acted differently. I really liked the old you, but I like the new you too. I just didn't take the time to realize that you haven't even changed that much. You're still you, B. There's just more to you now. I'm so sorry it took me so long to figure this out. Please, please tell me you'll forgive me," he pleaded.
"Oh, Edward, of course I forgive you," I whispered, leaning closer to him so I could wrap my arms around him. He immediately returned the hug.
"Thank you, B. I was such a jackass."
I laughed. "Yes you were, but it's okay." I pulled back from the embrace. "So are we good now?"
He grinned a genuine crooked smile. "We're good."
I smiled back at him. Finally we were okay.
I stood up. "So do you want something to eat? Drink?" I offered, about to head towards the kitchen.
"No, wait," he said, almost desperately. "I really need to tell you something." I sat down, but he stood up and began pacing back and forth.
"What is it?" I asked watching him.
"Well I'd like to explain why I was so upset before."
"Didn't you already explain?"
"Sort of but not fully."
"Okay then."
He continued to pace, not saying anything.
"Edward stop! You're making me nervous. Just spit it out," I demanded.
He obediently stopped but remained standing. "Remember how I said I liked the old you, but I also like the new you?"
I nodded warily.
"Well I did like the old you. You're were my best friend, still are."
Where was he going with this?
"But what does that have to do with being upset with me?" I asked.
"Because I also like the new you…a lot." His eyes finally met mine.
"What do you…?" I started. Then what he said finally clicked. "Oh," I whispered, my eyes looking away from his.
"Yeah oh," he laughed humorlessly. "I like this new you too much that's why I was so angry. Please understand that I was furious with myself not with you. I hated myself for feeling like this because I know you would never feel the same about me, and if we tried to have a relationship and if it didn't work out, I was afraid that we would hate each other. And I don't want to hate you Bella, and I don't want you to hate me either because you're my best friend and I really care about you and oh shit I'm rambling. I'm sorry. I'll stop talking now."
I couldn't believe this.
Edward…liked me.
My mouth open and closed. I didn't know what to say.
Open.
"I…"
Close.
"B, I'm sorry I shouldn't have said anything," Edward said sadly, bowing his head.
I shook my head quickly. "No. No, don't be sorry." I stood up and walk to him. I placed my hand on his arm. "Don't ever be sorry to tell me how you feel."
He lifted his head so his eyes would meet mine. "Okay," he nodded. "But Bella, just know that it's okay if you don't have feelings for me, but remember that I do like you."
I bit my lip and gave him a small smile. "I will."
"And promise me something."
"Okay."
"Promise me that things won't be awkward between us."
"I promise, Edward."
He smiled. "Good. Now are you going to cook me something fancy?"
I chuckled. "Sure, Eddie."
We walked into the kitchen joking and laughing just like old times.
While cooking I wondered, what the hell just happened?
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A/N: If you are waiting for my other story CAN PLAYERS CHANGE, I am so sorry for not updating. I am currently fixing and tweaking it.