Better Than Me

Disclaimer- I don’t own the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer or the song Better than me by Hinder.

Summary: Edward and Bella have had eyes for each other since they met, but timing and maturity just aren't on their sides.

Bella ignores Edward for a boy at a college preview. When she returns, he is shacking up with a Hooters waitress.

When they finally do get together, it will all be built upon lies. Will the tangled web they weave keep them blissfully ignorant or will it all come crumbling down two minutes too late?

PROLOGUE:

Anonymous POV

I think you can do much better than me

After all the lies that I made you believe

I think you can do much better than me

 After all the lies that I made you believe

 Guilt kicks in and I start to see

 The edge of the bed

 Where your nightgown used to be

 I told myself I won't miss you

 But I remember

 What it feels like beside you

 I really miss your hair in my face

 And the way your innocence tastes

 And I think you should know this

 You deserve much better than me

 

While looking through your old box of notes

 I found those pictures I took

 That you were looking for

 If there's one memory I don't want to lose

 That time at the mall

 You and me in the dressing room

 I told myself I won't miss you

 But I remember

 What it feels like beside you

 I really miss your hair in my face

 And the way your innocence tastes

 And I think you should know this

 You deserve much better than me

 

The bed I'm lying in is getting colder

 Wish I never would've said it's over

 And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older

 Cause we never really had our closure

 This can't be the end

 I really miss your hair in my face

 And the way your innocence tastes

 And I think you should know this

 You deserve much better than me

 I really miss your hair in my face

 And the way your innocence tastes

 And I think you should know this

 You deserve much better than me

 

Guilt kicks in and I start to see

The edge of the bed

Where your nightgown used to be

I told myself I won't miss you

But I remember

What it feels like beside you

I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me



While looking through your old box of notes

I found those pictures I took

That you were looking for

If there's one memory I don't want to lose

That time at the mall

You and me in the dressing room

I told myself I won't miss you

But I remember

What it feels like beside you

 really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me



The bed I'm lying in is getting colder

Wish I never would've said it's over

And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older

Cause we never really had our closure

This can't be the end

I really miss your hair in my face

And the way your innocence tastes

And I think you should know this

You deserve much better than me

 *

Hinder’s lyrics were blasting through the speakers as I parked on the side of the road. I never pictured this reality for my life. This song couldn’t ring truer in my ears.  My entire life I had pictured myself ending up happy. Sure, I tested the boundaries of relationships my entire past, engaged in a little white lie here or there, and I had even embraced a ménage a trois. Did all of that really cause karma to kick my ass? Like it wasn’t already kicked enough…

The rain outside poured with a vengeance and the loud claps of thunder echoed the rage inside me. My blackened heart was close to being numb. I was angry. I was depressed. I was relived. How all of those even mixed together was too complicated for me to analyze right now.

I never thought I would hit my spouse. Spousal abuse was something I was adamantly against. Yet here I was in my middle twenties, fresh from the worst fight of my life, and I didn’t feel guilty at all. I thought that the first years of marriage were supposed to be all happy and twenty-four/seven sex and shit. Whoever told me that was lying. I was stuck in the most horrible relationship of my life, and I just realized it today. My entire world flipped in less than twenty four hours and I didn’t know what the hell to do about it. All I knew was that I wished I could go back in time… Back about seven years to be exact.

*-Better than Me by Hinder