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UNBETA'D. I'm just human. I make mistakes :D

40.

HEART ON HIS SLEEVE

*.*- ALICE'S POV -*.*

Nothing can get into a man's head than a gossip rumor especially about someone he's into.

Edward breaks his reverie with a sigh. Boy does he do that a lot. It's probably the reason why Black and Blue's songs are so heartfelt and gut-wrenching.

FANGIRLING MOMENT!

If this is a dream, I'd have all of this, even if the facts are just made up in my head.

"You can tell us, Edward," I open the topic with caution. "If you want I'll even try to coax Bella out..."

He shakes his head. "Don't do that. She's cleared it up to me yesterday. I can't have her."

I automatically flinch as I imagine how that scene turned out for the two of them. Bella didn't tell me anything about their conversation yesterday.

"At least open up to us, man. You shouldn't deal with all of those feelings alone," Jasper says, totally concerned of his best bud. Actually, you'd totally think he really just wants his friend to feel better, but in truth, he wants Edward to dish his secrets. Boys!

"Start from the beginning. When did you actually form feelings for Bella?"

Edward looks down while he confesses his secrets. "I don't know, man."

I stare at him blankly. Ugh! This guy is harder to crack than I thought. He's basically built a shield on his feelings.

I hear Jasper hum in thought. "Then just tell us about prom."

Told you guys love gossip.

Edward closes his eyes as his head lolls on the head of his couch. "She was supposed to be my date- God, this is humiliating!" he rambles, covering his face with his hands. With a deep breath, he starts again. "Like I said, she had agreed to be my prom date. I don't even know why I asked her out that day. There was just something that pushed me after I heard her lame excuses so she won't go to prom. It's like, I wanted her there to share the night with me…"

Poor guy's pouring his heart out to us inside a diner which hopefully without any lurking paparazzi or columnists.

"So, yeah, I asked her and she said yes. Fuck, I was so happy that she accepted my request. But she didn't attend…" He shrugs in resignation. "I went to her house that night, but received her text too late telling me she urgently went here to California for her Stanford orientation shit."

I hiss, feeling for him. That hurts. "You still went to prom?"

He grounds his hands loudly on top of the table. "Yeah. I had to 'cause our music teacher did everything just to have a music producer attend that night."

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