I feel almost proud of this story for some reason. I hope you like it. Still new on the Lemons so go gentle please. Let me know what you think. Review.

Enjoy.

Angel

Chapter 1

From 10pm-3am, I spent my night serving from sex on the beach, shots, to red bull with scotch. I dodged probably 4 guys from getting violent with me, and got maybe 8 numbers. Overall, it was better then most nights. I did get hit on by a girl, but, eh I'm use to it. That's kind of what comes along with the bar tender job. I was the one that decided that I wanted this, and I do enjoy it. I just wish there was less perverted guys out there. You know the kind that just creep you out.

Like any other night, I closed up the bar. My brother Emmett owned the bar, but he'd been on a date with Rose, so he asked me to close it up. I owed him that much, so I agreed. I walked out the bar and towards the car, glad that the lights outside were on. I hated walking outside by myself. Sometimes guys at the bar took my 'get the fuck away from me' look the wrong way and waited until I was alone. That was when I had to learn how to defend myself, carry a bat in my BMW, and carry pepper spray in my purse.

I opened the door to my car. The first thing I had to do was pull my heels off and slip into my uggs, or else I wouldn't be able to drive home. I was about ready to go when I heard something. It sounded like muffled noise's, but like pain. Then it sounded like loud whimpers. I grabbed the bat and pepper spray in my car. Walking carefully, I headed towards the back of the club, where the noise's were coming from. I found there was light there too. I took a peek, making sure I was mostly hidden by the wall. There was a blond male, hovering over a man on the floor, kicking him. It bugged me. I hated people that just took advantage like that. I mean sure I had no idea if the guy deserved it, but from how I saw it, he didn't. I tightened my grip on the bat and hit the guy on his back. He fell forwards, next to the other guy and passed out. I smirked, knowing that Emmett's training wasn't a waist of time after all. I sighed and walked towards the guy on the floor. He was conscious.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him. He sighed and sat up, holding his side."Yeah." he muttered."Come on, let's get you to the hospital." I told him, giving him a hand up."No. I rather not." He said, looking around to see if there were others."You need to get checked, I mean your hurt. And you need to report this.""Look, just stay out of okay. You don't know what your saying." he didn't really snap at me, it was more like he was watching out for me. It hold worry in his voice and words.

"Fine, let me at least check you out myself?" I asked. He nodded and took the hand I offered him. After pulling him up, hearing whimpers of pain from him, I wrapped his arm around my shoulder and helped him walk towards my car. I opened the passenger door and helped him slip inside. After he was buckled up, I made my way to my car and threw the bat in the back. I started the car and headed towards my place."So, is it normal for a beautiful girl like you to carry a bat around with her?" the guy asked, laughing lightly at the situation. I rolled my eyes and kept my eyes on the road.

"No, just being a bar tender and all makes you take certain precautious." I admitted, stopping at a red light. I turned and looked at him. Finally realizing, I almost gasped. He was beautiful. I mean aside of the blood and bruises forming on his face, he was still beautiful. I looked away and pressed on the gas when I saw the light on green."Aren't you the least bit nervous to be in a car with a stranger?" he asked confused. I laughed and shook my head."No, my big brother has been wrestling and boxing since he was 7. Being his little sister meant that I had to learn what he learned, so he could have someone to practice with. Of course I'm not as good as he is, but I can handle my own. At least long enough to get help. I'm not as weak as I look." I smirked. The guy laughed and shook his head."I'll take your word for it. Don't worry though, I have no intentions in hurting you. I wouldn't do that to someone who just probably saved my life." he'd had a teasing tone at the beginning, but after a while, it sounded sad. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, and saw him staring out the window."You wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"It'll probably get you into trouble." he joked. I rolled my eyes and pulled into a building. I parked my car in my space and went over to help the beautiful stranger out my car. After locking my car, we walked up the steps to the building and towards the elevator. He kept his arm tightly around my shoulders, supporting his right side on me. I was almost sure that's what was hurting right now."Like I said, I can defend myself." I reminded him. He looked at me as we waited for the elevator to stop at my floor. With a small smile, he laughed and shook his head."I can't believe I'm about to tell a stranger this." he muttered to himself. I smirked and winked at him, seeing the elevator doors opened. I helped him out and towards my door. It was the only door in this floor. This whole floor was remodeled, torn down, and fixed up just for me. It was a present from my parents. They loved throwing money at me and my brother Emmett.

"I owed money to the wrong people." he admitted. I chuckled and nodded.

"That doesn't sound so bad.""A lot of money." I just nodded and unlocked the door. I pushed the doors opened and helped him inside. I kicked the door closed with my foot and walked towards the bathroom."I'm guessing you have no problem with money." he smirked. I laughed and shook my head."No, my parents have been more then well off all their lives. But I try to make them keep my life to a minimum. I rather not waist their money, when I didn't deserve it." he smiled at me, this smile that he understood what I meant. I patted his stomach and pointed at the sink counter, letting him know I wanted him to climb and sit there. He nodded and hoped on it. I crouched down and looked threw my cabinets. I found the first aid kit in the back. I pulled it out and opened it. I pulled the rubbing alcohol first. Grabbing a clean towel from my room, I poured some alcohol on the towel and stood in front of my handsome stranger."This might hurt." I smirked. He nodded, giving me a sweet smile. I bit my bottom lip and blushed. I placed my hand on his cheek and turned his right side of his face towards me. I dabbed the towel over all the red blood, trying to find the cuts. It took me a while to clean his whole face out of the red. But when I did, I place butterfly band aids over the small cuts and gaze over the bigger ones. He wasn't injured badly. "Can you take your shirt off?" I asked. Mostly because I didn't want him to get hurt from stretching, or else I would have done it.

"Yeah." he whispered, pulling it over his head, very carefully and slowly. He had a few bruises forming on his right shoulder and right side. A few over his rib cage.

"Do you think you cracked anything?" I asked, touching the bruise slightly. He winced and shook his head."Just sore." he admitted. I nodded and walked back to my bedroom. Opening my walk in closet, I pulled out Emmett's clothes. I'd just bought him a new pair of boxers for when he stays over here because Rose and he got in a fight. I grabbed the basketball shorts, a v neck and a pair of boxers with a towel. I walked back to the stranger and handed it to him.

"You can get cleaned up in my bathroom. The boxers are new.""Boyfriend?" he asked, a small frown on his lips."Yeah right." I muttered rolling my eyes."Then?" he asked confused, taking the clothes into his hands."My big brother and his girlfriend get in a fight once in a while so he crashes here. Since his mostly always going commando around me because he forgets his boxers, I took it upon myself to buy him." he laughed. I had to admit, his laugh was kind of hot and a little…erotic. I smiled and left back to my room, closing the bathroom door behind me. I changed out of the dress I had and into my pajama's. I noticed that most of my pajama's was just a cute bra and the plaid shorts. I couldn't walk around my stranger like that…or I could. But I rather not. I grabbed a tank top and slipped it over. After throwing my clothes on the hamper, I walked over to the kitchen. I found that my phone had 4 voice mails. I pressed a button and heard a small beep.

Bella, it's Jake. How come you haven't called back? Anyways, let's go out this weekend. We could go up to Forks again, visit my dad. Well, I miss you baby, call me back.

I rolled my eyes and deleted the massage, skipping to the next.

BELLA, you won't believe what happened to me. You have to call me when you get this massage.

I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearing 4am. I knew that if I called Alice right now, she'd probably come over just to kick my ass for waking her up. I smirked and deleted the massage.

Hey baby, you still haven't called. Look, can I just come around tomorrow?

I waited for the machine to tell me when Jake left me this massage.

Thursday, May 17 2010 at 5:48 Pm.

That was 2 days ago. I probably knew that I should have checked my massages more often but then that would mean I have to deal with Jake more often. I deleted his massage.

Bella, please, call me. This one was today in the morning. I sighed and deleted the massage. I heard someone moving and turned to find Edward walking from the hall drying his hair with the towel.

"I though you said no boyfriend?" he joked. I sighed and offered him a glass of milk. He nodded.

"Jake isn't my boyfriend. We went out for a few dates, hit it off. Then we slept together, and after it just seemed like that was really all he was after. I was good for that for a while. Then a few months later, he tells me that his in love with me. I freaked out. So I dumped him. Well if you can even dump him, since we never titled our relationship. He'd been trying to contact me for the past 2 months. And from all the calls he'd made to me, I've only answered back twice. I told him I wasn't interested. I even lied and said I was seeing someone else. He won't get the hint though." I muttered and pulled out cookies. I placed them in front of me and my stranger. He smiled and took one. I hopped on the kitchen counter and sat there, wondering what I would do next if Jake showed up around here.

"I see." he whispered. I smiled and nodded.

"So Bella?" he asked. I laughed and nodded."Isabella Marie Swan. But everyone calls me Bella. Except my big brother. He has some stupid idea that I like it when he makes up stupid nicknames for me. His always making one up out of the blue." I shook my head, remembering his past names."Like?" he asked.

"Bella the clutz, Bellarina, Bellalalala, Bella-falls-down-a lot, and his personal favorite, Jelly Belly." we both laughed at his bad nicknames.

"Wow, that's…wow." he whispered. I laughed with him and nodded. My house phone began to ring. I looked at the number and found it was Emmett.

"Hey Em. What's up?" I asked taking a drink from my milk."Just wanted to call and make sure your home safely.""I'm a big girl Em, I can handle myself."

"Yeah like last time." he muttered. I glared at the wall in front of me."Whatever. Is that it?"

"No, um. I need a favor.""How many days and is it just me or will the others cover too?" I asked, thinking I already knew his favor."How do you do that? I haven't even asked yet.""because I know you Em. That's exactly what you were going to ask. Now like I said again. How many days do you want me to close the bar? And will Jerry, Ruben, Kristy, and Samantha help.""Yes they will. But like always you'll close it down and for a week.""A week? Jesus Em. Your going to owe me big time. Do you know how hard it's going to be to balance school and your bar?""I know. I'll send you to Paris if you want?""Paris? Yeah whatever. No instead, your going to owe me big time. One of this days, I'm going to pull out a favor out of you, a really big one that your not going to like. But your going to do it.""Fine Bella." he muttered. I laughed and smiled."Bye Brother bear.""Shut Bella bitch." I rolled my eyes and hung up. I set the phone back on the machine and looked at Edward. He was smiling behind his cup. I smirked and shrugged.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just…I like the relationship you have with your brother."

"His a pain in my ass. But I love him." I said and shrugged. I placed my cup on the sink.

"Hungry?" I asked him. He shook his head and smiled."Thanks though." I nodded. I sighed and walked down the hall. I opened up the guest room and made sure Emmett didn't leave anything inside. When I was sure that everything was good, I turned back to Edward."You can crash here if you want." I told him, nodding at the bed.

"Thanks. I don't know why your doing this, but thanks."

"Don't worry about it." I knew why, I just didn't want to explain it.

"By the way." I was turning to leave when I heard him speak. I turned and looked at him."I'm Edward Anthony Cullen. But everyone calls me Edward." he smirked. I laughed and smiled."Edward. It fits you. Sweet dreams Edward." I left to my room. I closed the door behind me, and pulled my shirt off. Getting into my bed, I slipped into my blankets and fell asleep. My last though as I drifted off into a dream was…Edward's emerald green eyes.