She stared at the phone.
She really had no right. She shouldn't even be bothered. She was Isabella fuckin' Swan. What was she nervous about?
She picked up the phone and skimmed to her contacts. Her finger hovered over his name before dropping the phone and walking away from the overly expensive sofa.
She didn't care.
But she had picked up the phone and was already dialing the number.
"Hello?" a gruff voice asked, sounding disgruntled. She wondered if he was in bed. Her chest tightened as she imagined him, hair ruffled, no shirt, lying in a bed of sheets.
Then she felt the bile rise as she imagined a faceless beauty in bed with him.
"H-hey," she choked. She thumped her head with her hand. On the other line she heard a throat clear.
"Who is this?" he asked, his voice sounding a little more clear. She was surprised he didn't know.
But she had changed her number since the last time she had talked to him. It was just a stroke of luck that he hadn't changed his.
"It's, er—Bella," she said, wincing at how awkward she sounded.
There was a shuffling on the other side of the phone and then silence. She wondered for a moment if he had hung up. She wouldn't have blamed him. Then she heard him clear his throat again and she sighed in relief.
"Uh, hey. How's it going?" he asked uneasily.
"It's, um, good. It's going good I mean," she said.
"Was there a reason you called?" he asked, sounding confused. She felt her face heat in embarrassment. Was there a reason she called?
"Um, I just wanted to wish you congratulations. She's a lucky girl," Bella choked out, feeling her throat close and the familiar sting of tears behind her nose.
"Oh, yeah. I heard on E."
"You watch E?" she asked, laughing a bit. He hated tabloids.
"Well, Rose was over and she left the TV on and you know how I am about that," he said, shrugging and she laughed again.
"Oh. Well, I wanted to do it personally."
He owed her nothing. He knew this. He almost wanted to go along with it.
"Thanks, but you might be a few years early," he said, wincing. Well, it was out.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"The fuckin' paps got me when I was with Emmett. He's proposing. I…um, I'm not seeing anyone right now," he said, scratching the back of his neck. He needed a haircut.
The line went dead.
He wasn't sure if he was happy about it or just really pissed off. He was trying to get over her.
Half way across the county, Bella Swan was smiling in relief.
There was no one else.