How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?

-Albert Einstein

"I'm pregnant."

Edward Masen looked at the eighteen year old girl in front of him with distaste. A giggle erupted from inside the house, making the girl's face turn sour.

"Is that Lauren? Jeez, Edward. Not even a month after our break up and you've already replaced me? With her, no less."

Edward rolled his eyes, closing the door a little bit more, allowing just his face and neck to be seen. "I don't see how that's any of your concern, Isabella."

Isabella Swan cringed, hating the use of her full name. But she ignored it, for now. She knew consequences were bound to happen upon sleeping with the infamous Forks High player. But just like now, she had ignored it. She honestly thought that he had changed. Changed for her. Oh, how she wished now she had listened to her head instead of her damn heart. "Edward, I'm pregnant."

The bronze-haired boy glared and leaned his head on the door further, holding the knob of the door tighter. "Don't say it too loud, you bitch. We don't need people knowing that." Pinching the bridge of his nose, Edward let his emerald eyes meet his ex-lover's brown ones. "Okay, so you're pregnant. What the hell do you want me to do about it?"

Bella's heart broke. He called her – their - baby an 'it'. Even if he didn't love her like she loved him, the least he could do is show her and the baby a little respect. But even he thought himself too good for that. Bella glared up at him, hatred for the boy in front of her coursing through her veins. Hatred for the boy who's stolen her heart and trampled on it, all for the sake of a fucking bet. Hatred for the father of her unborn child. She stared at him angrily, willing him to cooperate and demanding her tears to stop themselves from falling. She would not give this bastard the satisfaction of seeing her cry because of him.

Edward stared back at Bella's stoic face before sighing. "There is no way I'm going to be in that child's life. I'll get my accountant to give you money. I want it gone by the end of this week."

Bella looked at Edward in horror. Gone was the boy who had courted her with sweet words and simple gifts. Gone was the boy who showered her with love and kindness in front of the world. Gone was the boy who stayed up with her when she cried a bucket of tears over her parents' divorce. Gone was the boy whom she fell in love with. Bella briefly wondered if he had even ever been that boy or was he just acting the whole time for a fucking bet?

The truth slapped Bella hard in the face. The boy she fell in love with doesn't exist. He never did. What was in his place was a monster. A monster who took pleasure from seeing others suffer and didn't care about others' pain as long as he had his fun. He wouldn't hesitate to play with feelings as long as something awaited him in the end.

Bella was disgusted at him. But even more so with herself for allowing his games to collide with her life.

Breathing in a deep breath, Bella looked up to stare at him blankly, realizing that no matter what happens or what she says, her baby would never have a chance at having a father. She decided then and there that she would accept his money, but not for the purpose he'd intended, instead for having something to start with to raise the child growing inside of her. "Fine."

Edward blinked, taken by surprise. "Fine?"

Bella narrowed her eyes, keeping in contact with his. "I'll do what you want. I expect to have the money by Friday so I can go to the clinic this Saturday. You never have to see me again. Goodbye, Ed -"

The door opened wider to reveal a certain Lauren Mallory wrapped in a white sheet, giggling as she wrapped her arms around Edward's waist. Bella fought off scrunching her face in disgust. "What's taking so long, Eddie?"

Edward absent-mindedly wrapped his arm around her shoulder, his eyes never leaving Bella's, warning her to keep her mouth shut. After a few tense seconds, Edward gave the brunette a curt nod, notifying her that the money will in fact, be with her come Friday.

Putting on a fake, cheery wide smile, Bella spoke confidently. "Right. Well, I hope you have a good day. Goodbye, Edward. Goodbye, Lauren."

With that Bella walked off, wandering into a life she knew would be difficult. But she would bear it. For her and for her baby.

Screw the bastard of a father this baby had. She would raise their child on her own. Bella didn't need Edward. She'll be fine. Both her and the baby would be. They have to be.