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Close your eyes and make believe

This is where you want to be

Forgetting all the memories,

Try to forget love cause love's forgotten me

~Paramore (Decoy)

Decoy: Prologue

EPOV

High School will kill you if you let it.

No, I'm serious. Just this past year my class has lost three students to car

crashes and two to suicide. Life is a bitch and high school is its big bully brother.

Not that things have ever been really hard for me, per se. I mean, I'm Edward

Anthony Cullen. I come from great genes. Great genes that make pretty babies.

And great jeans that cost six hundred dollars.

I don't buy that shit. Blame my mom.

I'm smart. I'm popular. I'm good at sports. Like I said, nothing has ever been all

that hard for me. But today, I'm dreading even walking into the brick stone

building that I'm staring at. Because, once I'm inside those doors, my life is going

to change forever, and I don't want it to.

It's times like these that I wish I smoked.

I brace my self and push off of the side of my ridiculously expensive car that I

couldn't give two shits about anymore. What I care about is standing in the

Commons area, waiting to make the biggest mistake of her life. I open the double

doors and walk quickly through the crowded hallway to the entrance of the

Commons, scanning the room to see if I can find her before she does this.

I realize just a second too late that I am searching the wrong side of the room. I

feel a hard slap against the back of my neck and I whirl around to face her,

staring down at the strange expression coloring her gorgeous brown eyes. I plead

with her wordlessly to stop, but she's too far gone.

"How could you?" She shrieks, a flood of pink racing across her neck and upwards

to her cheeks. "I trusted you…and you…you…I hate you!"

I'm rubbing the burning spot on my neck, trying to form words to get her to

lower her voice, but it occurs to me that the entire school is staring at us. My

eyes flick around nervously, taking in every member of our class watching this

unfold. "Don't do this," I whisper, leaning down to look into her eyes.

"Don't do this? Do what? You're the one who hooked up with that slut!" Her little

chin trembles and she blinks back what looks like real tears. Furiously, she yanks

on the pendant around her neck, breaking the clasp and holding the necklace

tightly in her fist. "Here," she shoves the jewelry at me. "Give this to your

whore."

I'm speechless and frozen. Her transformation is complete and I have no one to

blame but myself for changing her. I barely even recognize this creature standing

before me…only her eyes are the same. But now they are cold and void of any

and all emotion for me. She's gotten what she wanted and I hate myself for it. I

hate all of this. I didn't know…

"Isabella," I call after her as she is walking away.

She stops all of a sudden and turns back to glare hatefully. "My name is Bella."

With a flip of her hair, she is headed out of the building, her two best friends by

her side and that asshole Riley with his arm around her shoulders.

I don't even hear Jasper approach, but unexpectedly he's by my side. "What the

hell just happened?" he asks, compelling me to move from my spot and veering

me towards my locker.

"We broke up," I monotone.

"I saw that. In fact, the entire school just saw that. Edward…" He pulls on my

arm and I finally look at him, feeling like a zombie watching the entire thing

unfold from a few feet away. "What did you do?"

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and place the necklace in my jeans pocket.

"I did what was expected of me," I answer. He looks at me like I've lost my mind.

The bell rings and he pushes my shoulder once to shake me. "Meet me in the art

room during third. We need to talk."

My only response is a shrug of one of my shoulders. He shakes his head and

sprints off towards Biology. I stare dumbly into my locker and ignore the voices

of the kids that are scrambling past me to get to their classes. No one matters

now.

I have no idea how long I stand there, but, as if out of a dream, I smell her. And

then I feel her warm hand on my hip. I can hardly believe she's actually there,

but when I turn, she's smiling at me…grinning like a crazy person and biting her

lip in that frustrating way that she does when she's excited.

"That went better than I expected!" She bounces a little on her toes and sighs.

"Yeah. We put on a good show," I agree and reach into my locker to get my

books. I close my locker door with a sigh and turn to face her again. She looks as

confused as I feel, but I can't fix it. She wants this. And I will give her anything

that she wants.

"You okay?" She cocks her head to the side and frowns, yanking on the end of a

strand of her hair, a sure sign that she's genuinely concerned.

I force a half smile and shrug both of my shoulders in what I hope is a show of

nonchalance. "Why wouldn't I be okay? This has been the plan all along, right?"

Bella nods once and looks down at her shoes. She clears her throat and shifts her

face to give me that electrifying smile that I've missed. "Well, thank you. For

everything."

"Like I said, part of the deal." And with that I turn and walk away, sealing the

arrangement and making it final.

Because I'm Edward Anthony Cullen. And everything is easy for me. Even

pretending not to care.

/*/*/*/*/*/*/

Well hey, hey baby, it's never too late, Pretty soon you won't remember a thing

And I'll be distant, the stars reminiscing

Your heart's been wasted on me

~Paramore (Decoy)

Chapter 1

/*/*/*/*/*/*/

5 weeks earlier

EPOV

"Hey, it's me again. Listen…just…call me when you get this. It's been three days,

Kate…" I grumble into the receiver and hang up the phone in agitation. It

wouldn't be so bad that she left for college, but not answering my calls for three

days straight was pissing me off to the point of breaking things off with her.

But I would have to be really stupid to break up with my college girlfriend…who

happened to be on the gymnastics team.

We'd been together for a little over a year, but it wasn't all that it was cracked up

to be. I look older and she's smoking hot. Plus we have all the same friends. And

she can do splits and shit…

I look around my room for my favorite pair of distressed jeans, the ones that look

like they got caught in a bailer, ripped in perfect places and sewn back together

with my own two hands to make them more authentic. Of course, I can't pretend

to care too much, so I throw on a grey vodka t-shirt and light hoodie to complete

my 'I couldn't care less about being here another minute but I make straight A's

to please my father' façade. I wonder how long it will take for someone to say

something to me about the Stoli shirt.

Checking my reflection in the mirror, I snicker. My hair is ridiculous, but it's a two

hundred dollar haircut and makes me look like I just woke up from a nap at all

hours of the day. It's exactly the look I'm going for, and it makes girls want to

touch it, so, I just go with it. I grip the ends at the front and pull the strands taut

so that they resemble a haystack, and I'm done.

Winking at myself in the mirror, I head out, jogging down the stairs to grab a cup

of OJ and a bagel. No one is in the kitchen in the mornings, and it doesn't

surprise me just how quiet the house is when I'm the only one here.

Scratch that…that chick that waters the plants is on my porch. I guess her mom

couldn't make it this morning. As I'm chewing my bagel and staring at her

moving cross the porch with her green water canister, I hear Jasper squeal to a

stop at my mailbox, honking his horn like the idiot that he is. I grab my

messenger bag, rushing through the front door and almost colliding with the girl

staring timidly at me from behind a long curtain of disheveled locks.

"Sorry," I give her a half smile and lock the door, making a beeline to Jasper and

jumping into the passenger seat of his convertible and smacking the side of the

car to indicate that I'm ready to haul ass to my first day of Senior year. I vaguely

notice that Pot Girl is watching me through her hair curtains as we drive off.

"What's that girl's name, again?" I ask Jasper, glancing back at her in the side

mirror. "Brenda?"

"Dude, I don't know who you're talking about. I didn't see anyone." Jasper is

giving me the face that indicates he thinks I'm high, which is funny because I've

never touched that shit, just like I haven't slept with every girl in our class…but

rumors start somewhere.

I check my phone again for the hundredth time and just decide that it would be

best to enjoy my day, so I turn it off and shove it in the side pocket of my bag,

hoping to stop myself from looking at it again before lunch.

The parking lot is packed, but our space is empty, as usual. Our friends are all

hanging around outside of their cars, waiting until the very last minute to get

their asses to class. They are the same group of kids I'd known my entire school

career. My family had moved to Phoenix when I was in first grade. And we were

all still here.

Alice greets Jasper by throwing herself across the open edge of the window and

crawling into his lap to suck his face before he's even got the car in park. She's

tiny and dark haired, which is exactly Jasper's opposite. He has kinda long blonde

hair and he's tall, with lazy good looks and a chill air around him that draws

people to him. Alice on the other hand scares the shit out of people with her

enthusiasm and school spirit.

I sigh and vault myself from the car before some form of saliva hits part of my

body. And I'm met with a huge block of flesh known as Emmett and Rose, the

school's Perfect Couple. She's almost as tall as me and blonde, with killer looks

and an even deadlier temper. I'd thought she was pretty until she opened her

mouth, then I just wanted to bury her in the sand at low tide and watch as the

water came in. Emmett is a few inches taller, and a hundred pounds heavier,

which is awesome for those of us on the baseball team that stand back and watch

him bat. Otherwise, he's just a huge meatball…that is smart as hell, but doesn't

let on at all.

Kind of like me. I don't let people know that I'm smart. I just do my work, take

my A's and go about living this glorious existence.

My hand reaches for my phone and I have to force myself not to take it out and

check for a call. Damn her for making me feel insecure. It was only because it

was the first day of school and I was in Cop-A-Feel-ia. Otherwise, I probably

wouldn't have given it a second thought.

Keep telling yourself that, Cullen.

I watch as the other kids walk by, admiring us and talking in hushed tones, and I

know that this is the year that I'll never forget. Senior Year. Extraordinary.

There's a loud squeal and a click of brakes before the unmistakable pop of

backfire followed by a billow of black smoke. We all turn at once to stare at the

Pot Girl jumping from her broke ass orange truck that sounds like it's on its last

leg and probably isn't even road legal.

"Oh…geez. You'd think her dad would get her a better ride. He's a cop and all."

Alice shakes her head and bites the side of Jasper's jaw, causing me to roll my

eyes at their behavior. The bell rings and we wander into the building together,

breaking apart when we hit our respective classes.

I'm bored beyond belief with the first day because essentially it's all of our

teachers handing out a forty page syllabus and then talking about the syllabus

after which they ask us to read the syllabus. I spend my time writing in my

leather bound notebook that no one else knows is a journal, so I look like I'm

taking notes. I barely notice anyone around me for the remaining periods before

lunch and once that bell rings, I'm on my way to the cafeteria to Our Table. The

same one we've been in for the past three years. The same one that stays empty

for us, regardless of whether or not we're there.

It's at that table that I first notice that Pot Girl is sitting by herself and reading a

book. I strain to see what it is that she's reading and am pleasantly surprised to

see 'Wuthering Heights' scrawled across the cover. I figured she'd be reading one

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