A/N: I know I'm awful and haven't updated in ages. But here's the next chapter, thank you for all who had the patience to wait! I'm sorry if it's short or lacking.

Santana watched Edward whisper in Bella's ear. Bella. So depressing, so bored...so uncaring. Santana felt an even stronger source of hate for the girl, which she had thought to be impossible. Rosalie's face was curled in disgust as Edward tried to make his girlfriend smile. Santana snorted. Bella Swan didn't smile, everyone knew that.

Edward gave up, looking actually frustrated. He walked away. His siblings gaped at him. Bella bit her lip and left the cafeteria. Santana sat down at an empty table. Edward walked over to her. Crap.

"What's wrong? Finally gave up on your girlfriend, aka the embodiment of depression?" Santana asked him scathingly. She swore she heard Rosalie giggle from across the room. Edward, completely undeterred, sat down.

"What do you do, when the person you love must in the world won't react to anything you do?" Edward asked. Santana quirked an eyebrow.

"Coming to me for love advice? That's a bad idea. I've never been in love," Santana rolled her eyes.

"Just answer the question," Edward commanded. Santana sighed, bored.

"Dump them. If they don't respond then they don't care," Santana shrugged. Edward smiled bitterly.

"I'm never going to do that. I can't. It's physically impossible for me not to love her," he said. Santana swore she almost vomited.

"Um ew? What do you see in her? She's emotionless and distant and boring and depressing," Santana asked him, completely confused. Edward's face hardened.

"I love her," he said, but he sounded like a child trying to convince his parents of a lie. Santana wasn't buying it.

"You're a fool. And you clearly don't know what love is," Santana said coolly before getting up. Edward grabbed her arm. Santana shivered. His skin was so cold and his arm felt like stone. What was wrong with this boy?

"If I'm a fool, I'm only a fool for love. At least I have a heart," Edward pressed. He loosened his grip on her and Santana pulled her arm away. She sat down again.

"No, you're just a fool. You fell in love with that," Santana said, pointing at Bella through the window. Bella was staring absently at the sky, looking lonely, bored and depressed. Edward cringed.

"She's a lot more than you give her credit for, she's special and she's..." Edward trailed off. Santana licked her lips and shifted in her seat, inadvertently pulling herself closer to Edward. He didn't have anything else to say to her. So why was he here? Why was he so against leaving Santana?

"Look, Edward. I'm going to tell you something that you're going to hate. But I'm going to tell you anyway because I'm not afraid to be a total bitch. Bella obviously doesn't care about you if she doesn't find you funny, doesn't express her love to you and would get in the way of you and your family. She just doesn't care. She cares about having you, not about you. I've seen this plenty of times before. Just because you're a rich, too-beautiful-to-touch, musical genius does not make you an exception," Santana told him bluntly before leaving.

It was too cold for Santana to be working at the ice cream parlor anymore, but she still hung out with Bess occasionally.

"I heard you told off Cullen the other day. Nice work," Bess smiled. Santana nodded, for the first time in her life she actually felt guilty about being a bitch.

Why was Edward doing this to her?