A/N This chapter starts with a flashback from Edward. What really happened with Chelsea.

EPOV

I walked into the party with a weird feeling. The feeling wasn't exactly one of foreboding, but it didn't really sit well with me. The party was being hosted by some junior that was desperately trying to get into the seniors good graces. I smiled a little to myself. As he was picking up the pieces of his mothers prized china, or desperately scrubbing one of the sure to be many throw up puddles on the floor he might regret his decision.

"Hey! Edward man, you finally made it!" James, an acquaintance I barely tolerated, quickly walked over to me, and pressed a cup of some kind of "punch" in my hand. I nodded in thanks, and walked away before he could try to start a conversation.

I wasn't in a partying mood in the least. Honestly, I hardly ever was. I decided to make a quick circuit around the house before I settled down somewhere.

As is almost a requirement in high school parties, there were the already inebriated couples grinding in the middle of the living room, and then there were the couples making out on the couches as though there wasn't a large crowd of people surrounding them. I moved on to the kitchen. The picture in there was almost the same as the one from the living room, except now everyone was picking their partners for the night; sizing each other up, and laying the ground work for the living room.

I saw a girl from my math class trying to make eye contact with me, and hurriedly made my escape to one of the hallways leading to the rest of the house. I was suddenly very tired, and not just for sleep, but of pretending I was interested in anything my classmates found riveting.

I passed many bedrooms, but was sure to keep my ear open. I didn't want to walk in on anything. That was always awkward.

I finally found a room that sounded empty, but I still proceeded to open the door with caution. The moon cast enough light to show the room was indeed unoccupied, and I breathed a sigh of relief. This was exactly what I needed.

I shut the door, and after placing my still full cup of something on the nightstand, made my way to the bed in the middle of the room; my eyes were already beginning to close as I fell onto the pillow.

I'm not sure how much time had passed when the door to the bedroom opened and someone stumbled through the entry with a little giggle.

I was somewhat certain I'd locked the door when I came in, but remembering the sudden lethargy that over took me at the sight of the bed I could see how I might have forgotten.

The person (I could tell it was a girl now) paused to kick off her heels. She attempted to take them off while standing, but apparently her balance had been affected sometime throughout the night, and she fell sideways before landing in a heap on the ground.

Another small giggle erupted from her mouth.

I sighed. The caring person in me couldn't let the girl party on the floor when there was a nice bed three steps away from her.

I wasn't sure if she'd seen me, and just chose to ignore me, or if her mind was so affected I hadn't even been on her radar, either way I figured my best bet would be to proceed with caution. Nobody wants to scare an inebriated girl.

I slowly neared her before giving a soft cough, and gasped when I saw who the girl was.

What in the world is Chelsea Weber doing at a party like this? But even as I thought this something about her appearance clicked with me. Chelsea Weber wasn't drunk. The girl was high out of her mind. I could recognize the bloodshot, watery eyes, with dilated pupils, and goofy smile. My brother, Emmett had experimented years before.

I quickly helped her up, and carried her to the bed. I didn't know what to do. Chelsea Weber had obviously been drugged. The thought never crossed my mind that she would participate in any illicit activity voluntarily. I mean, the girl made Shirley Temple look like Jezebel.

I searched the room in earnest for something to distract me, and my eyes fell on the cup on the nightstand. I quickly took a sip, and looking at Chelsea sprawled across the bed with her hand up tracing imaginary patterns in the air, I drank the rest.

I paced the room, tugging my hair, and sparing her a glance every now and then. Maybe this isn't my problem? She should have known what she was getting into. Let this experience act as a reminder for her to not let her guard down around idiots.

My eyes were getting heavy, and my vision was starting to blur slightly around the edges. My eyes peered over at the bed and saw Chelsea had pulled herself to her feet and was slowly making her way over to me.

"Hi, Edward." She looked at me shyly through her lashes.

I was suddenly very confused.

I tried to say hello back, but even I could hear that the garbled sounds that came from my mouth did not resemble a greeting at all. Chelsea didn't seem to notice.

She continued to advance until she was right in front of me. Her mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear a word she said.

"I really want this, Edward." I nodded my head even though I had no clue what she was talking about.

My vision was going in and out. The last thing I remember before blacking out, were the feel of her hands on my chest as she pushed me onto the bed.

**YWFWT**

I blinked against the bright sunlight streaming in through the gauzy, white curtain covering the window.

I started to lift my head, but it immediately began to pound excruciatingly. I felt like my whole body was weighted down, and it wasn't until a light feminine groan echoed through the room, that I realized my whole body was weighted down…by a person. And it wasn't just any person. It was Chelsea freaking Weber, and we were both naked.

What the heck happened last night? I frantically searched my mind, but all I could remember from last night was finding an empty room and falling asleep. What had happened between then and now that would result in me in bed with Chelsea?

The escapist in me began to carefully wriggle out from under her warm body. I had one foot on the floor when Chelsea's eyes opened.

She smiled a tiny smile that fell quickly when she saw my position. "You were trying to leave weren't you?"

I hesitated, but finally nodded as I located my boxers and put them on.

"I guess I understand. I didn't mean to attack you like I did last night. I've just wanted you for so long! And when I saw my chance, I took it. Do you hate me?"

She had such a sad look on her face, and I couldn't crush her spirit. And I really didn't hate her. To be honest, I'd always been a little intrigued by Chelsea. She seemed to be the only girl at Forks High that had her head screwed on right.

No matter how interested I was in her though, I couldn't just forget the fact that we'd had sex, and the fact that I'd slept with her could not be denied. I'd seen the condom wrapper on the floor.

"I don't hate you Chelsea. I could never hate you." As I spoke the tense look on her face relaxed into a smile. "But I'm not the type to sleep with you and never talk to you again. I would like to do this right." At this, she sat up, clutching the sheet to her chest. "Would you like to go out with me tonight?"

At my words Chelsea smiled the biggest and goofiest smile I'd ever seen, and the sight triggered a memory from the night before.

Chelsea on the ground…her eyes are red and distant…her smile is wide…she's high as a hot air balloon.

"Chelsea, don't freak out, but I think someone drugged you last night." I braced myself for tears, or denials, but I didn't get that at all. Instead I got her shy smile.

"Edward, no one drugged me last night. I knew what I was taking." Chelsea had the decency to look a little ashamed.

I attempted to formulate a thought, but couldn't get my brain to work correctly. I realized my mouth had fallen open, and quickly snapped it closed. Then I realized this wasn't bad. She was just experimenting. Everyone was entitled to a couple mistakes in life.

When I voiced this, Chelsea smiled softly before slowly shaking her head.

"If that the case, I've been experimenting for a long time Edward." She whispered. "I hope that doesn't change your opinion of me. It's just…school, and my family can be so stressful. It helps to have an escape."

"Chels, that's not safe. If you're looking for an escape there are other options. Drugs can seriously hurt you." I paused, and watched her as she twirled a loose thread from the comforter around her finger. "I just can't put the picture of you that I had in my head, with the knowledge I just gained."

"Why can't you just pretend I never told you? Why can't we be friends and you just ignore that miniscule part of my life?"

I didn't have to think about my response to that. "Because I care about you, and I can't be friends with someone who doesn't think enough of themselves to treat their body with respect." I took a deep breath before continuing. I'm sure my dad would say ultimatums were the wrong way to go, but I never claimed to be a doctor. "I would like to go out with you, but you have to promise you'll stop using whatever it is you're using. Do you think you can do that? Find an alternative?"

Chelsea sat silent, and still for what felt like hours, before finally giving a slow nod.

That was how our toxic relationship began.

**YWFWT**

We went on one nice date before the excuses came rolling in. She had a big test coming up and had to study, she was cleaning her oven, she was unclogging her drain, or the one that really got me: my fish died and I'm having the funeral tonight.

It didn't take an idiot to figure out she was using, so I devised a plan. We'd set a date, but I knew our plans would fall through, so after I called and found out she'd stubbed her toe pretty hard, and could barely walk I climbed the tree outside her window and let myself in.

Chelsea was dancing with slow, languid movements to some kind of trance music. Death by stubbed toes my ass.

"Chelsea."

She whirled around to face me; if you could call her slow turn a whirl. "Edward! What are you doing here?" Her pupils were dilated; my suspicions confirmed.

"I can't do this with you anymore Chels. It's a waste of time for you, and me. We both deserve better. I tried to help you, but it only became clear to me in the past couple of days that you don't want help. You never did. I just deluded myself, but I'm done."

"Ed…" She began.

"Goodbye Chelsea. I really, really hope you get better. You deserve a better life than this." And I climbed out the window and left.

**YWFWT**

BPOV

"I guess Chelsea started getting a little sloppier with her drug use after that, and I've heard the rumors people made up about us, most of them are wrong. We only slept together that one time, we never said I love you; we never got the chance to know each other that well, and it definitely wasn't my fault that she started doing drugs, although sometimes I feel like it's my fault she ended up the way she did. People tend to make up stories to make themselves feel better." Edward inhaled deeply, before looking steadily into my eyes. "So that's the story. You can choose whether or not you want to believe it, but that's all I've got."

He looked so defeated; as if he had already accepted the fact that I would still turn him away. His shoulders were slumped forward, and his hands were deep in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"Edward," I began, "I'm so, so sorry. I feel so guilty for being so judgmental towards you. I had no right."

He only shrugged.

"I…" I hesitated briefly, before continuing. "I would like to start over. If I haven't messed things up between the two of us too badly?" The ball was in his court now. He could easily decide I was too much trouble, and really who wants to stick around the person you've just bared a piece of your soul to?

As the time passed I became more and more nervous, yet I couldn't will myself to make eye contact with him. I could, though, save the both of us from the awkwardness that would ensue after he told me he couldn't think of me the same.

"Edward, never mind. I was an idiot to ever think we could work anyway." I quickly turned to leave if only to hide the sudden well of tears in my eyes, but before I could take a step away I felt a warm, strong hand grasp my own.

He tugged gently, but suddenly, and being the clumsy person I am, I collided into his chest with an "oomph." He laughed gently.

His hand that wasn't clasped in one of my own came up to lift my face so that I would meet his eyes. When I did I was surprised at what I saw there.

I was no expert on the subject, but his eyes held nothing but…love. But that was ridiculous! We hadn't even gone on a proper date yet!

"Bella." Edward said softly.

"Yes?"

"Stop thinking so much."

And then he kissed me.

I finally realized what all those women in the books and movies were talking about. Maybe things like the world stopping when you were kissed just right by the perfect person were true, and cliché for a reason.

With Edward perfection really did exist.

EPOV

She's the one.

A/N I'm ridiculous. I know. Some of you may have noticed a slight difference in my writing style. Hope it doesn't disappoint.