Rumor says:

Socialite Alice Cullen hosted her long-awaited bash last night at the grand opening of her new store, Pixie.

All seemed well, until trouble started stirring, and newly born Fashionista Cullen was seen storming out of her own party.

Difficulty in designer-world? You better get used to it, "Pixie."

Hello.

My name is Bella Swan.

I am 26 years old, and I work as a gossip columnist for some relatively no-name magazine. Oh, and in case you couldn't tell yet, I have a vagina.

So now that we've got that out of the way, there's one important thing you need to know about me.

I'm a complete and total bitch.

Go ahead, process that for a second.

No, really. I want you to understand that to its full extent.

Ready?

Good.

I'm not going to sugarcoat this little introduction. Just because we don't really know each other, doesn't mean I'm going to pretend I like you, or that I actually want to get to know you.

I admit I do have a heart, however long it might take you to find it. I have feelings, and I care about a lot of things. For instance, I love my cat. I love my best friend. I cry on movies that tug at my heartstrings. I'm a relatively normal, average female.

I just won't take your bullshit, I'm honest, and if you get on my bad side, I will make life miserable for you.

If you're still here, I'm not surprised. If you're not here, I'm not surprised by that, either.

I'm content.

So now that I've got you here, I suppose you're expecting some sort of entertainment, right? Right.

My life is pretty interesting. Working full-time as a gossip-girl of sorts, I get to spend my time going to all the latest clubs, fashion shows, parties, and following the lives of celebrities. Since the magazine company that I work at doesn't focus entirely around the celebrities and hot-shots outside of the next 4 or 5 towns surrounding our city, it's pretty local information.

Not that that stops me from getting any good, juicy work done.

I guess I should get on to the good stuff now. You don't want to hear about my job.

Normally I'm the one to go after my prey, sneaking and flirting my way into shitloads of secrets that they didn't want me to know. It's a comparatively easy way of getting my sources and scandals, not to mention that being a woman with certain body parts definitely makes the job a few notches higher on the easy scale.

However, this particular subject matter walked right into my life.

Actually, it was more like stomped, and very ungracefully I might add.

As I mentioned before, I'm a bitch. I don't take lightly to people aggravating me with meaningless tirades about how I offended someone they know. It's annoying, and honestly, I could care less. So when he came into my office, his bright green eyes fiery and filled with animosity towards me, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Who had I fucked up with this time?

His feet stomped hard as he made his way towards my desk, and his hands were balled into tight fists at his side. I thought I noticed that there was a little puff of steam that came out of his ear, but I chalked that up to sheer imagination and humor. I mean, what wasn't funny about this? There was a grown man, literally stomping, to my desk. If I wasn't finding this incredibly tiresome, I'd probably be laughing.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Are you Isabella Swan?"

"Bella, please. Have a seat."

He glared at me, his eyes still attempting to burn a hole through my head, before sitting delicately on the plush chair in front of my desk. My office was not luxurious; I had a small room with a couple of chairs and a desk. It was very boring and crammed, but I figured if I was going to spend my time in here, why not make sitting here more comfortable? The same went for my visitors.

I crossed my legs underneath the desk, and action he couldn't see, and placed my elbows on the table, my hands holding up my chin as I turned my head to face him directly. When I was at work, I was supposedly representing the company, and therefore needed to be civil about my business, personal or not. Ignoring, or being unnecessarily rude, to someone I don't know would not go over well with my boss. I figured giving this man my full and undivided attention would be the best way to go about things.

Nothing was said for a few minutes. He seemed to be calming down, and I just waited patiently, as impatient as I was. My eyes raked over his body slowly, since he was actually rather attractive. Those green vibrant eyes that bore into mine earlier were now looking down at a spot on my desk. Because of the angle he had his head at, I was given a more obvious view of his lovely hair. It was a rusty color, and was tousled, obvious that he had been pulling at the silky looking locks. It contrasted wonderfully with his skin, which was actually pretty pale, but added to his fairly ethereal features.

I was just about to scrutinize his choice of attire, a simple black suit and tie, with a deep blue button-up underneath, but he snapped his head up to stare at me in an action that would have made my neck hurt for days.

Jesus, this man must have been wound tightly. Get that stick out of your ass, Mr. Beautiful.

The corners of my mouth lifted just slightly, enough to be noticed, but not enough to consider it a smile. He took the hint and began talking.

"Miss Swan, are you aware of who Alice Cullen is?"

Alice Cullen, Alice Cullen… Oh, right. She was that socialite who hosted the design party for some unknown up-and-coming designer, who, in my opinion, wasn't exactly the best out there,

Alice Culle—Oh… Right. She was the unknown up-and-coming designer.

I didn't see what that had to do with this man, though. I nodded curtly, replying with a quick, "I'm aware."

"Miss Swan, are you aware of who I am?"

I wanted to say yes. I like to think of myself as someone who knows everyone, but I knew the answer was no, albeit, he did look familiar.

"Enlighten me, sir."

"My name is Edward Cullen. I'm sure you can guess where I work," he had a look in his eyes that told me I better know, or figure it out quick.

Of course I knew where he worked. His family owned a chain of stores, several different ones in fact, and they were very successful. You'd be crazy not to have heard of the Cullen family. That didn't mean I knew the exact number of people in his family. How was I to know he was related to someone whose taste in clothes was a little… off?

"I can see what this is about, Mr. Cullen," I replied. I narrowed my eyes a fraction, before placing my palms flat against the cool surface of my wooden desk. I inhaled, releasing the air as a sigh, my eyes inadvertently moving sideways to stare at my reflection in my computer screen. I looked good. "Your sister found herself offended at something I said, and you are here to see that I apologize for my actions, am I correct?"

A small part of me was happy to note that he looked surprised, even if it was only for a second.

"Yes, you are correct."

There was a pause.

"I'm not sure what to tell you, Mr. Cullen. I bid your sister a good luck on her fashion endeavors."

With that, I turned back to my computer, and began typing, not really thinking about what I was putting into the machine. Edward stayed seated for what seemed like ten minutes, watching me. I wasn't nervous.

"Mr. Cullen, did I not make it obvious that our discussion was over?"

"Did I not make it obvious that I would not take that for an answer, Miss Swan?"

So he wants a fight. Well I don't give up easily, if at all.

"Then I believe you will be sorely disappointed, sir, because I refuse to apologize for giving someone my opinion, when they asked for it."

It's true. She asked me what I thought of her designs, and I told her.

I told her that her sense of fashion was way off. If she wanted to parade around in those outfits, she should do it on her own, and not charge people to walk around in scraps of material that attempted to form a decent looking outfit. I told her that she should seriously consider another career.

I also told her I was highly inebriated, and would give a more tactful, nicer opinion at a later time, if she so wished it.

She didn't.

"The things you said to my sister were uncouth and impolite. She wanted a critical eye, not someone who discourteously bad-mouthed her to her face. I demand you apologize for your actions."

"Do I look like someone you can order around?"

"Miss Swan, when I feel it is necessary, I will use any means possible to get what I want."

Something stirred in the pit of my stomach, and I had the distinct feeling that it had something to do with the mischievous glint in his eye when he said that. Were I back in high school, I'm sure that he would have given me butterflies like crazy.

I'm a grown woman. Those butterflies became extinct long ago.

"Duly noted, sir. Now if you'll please be so kind, I have some work I need to finish, and you are only wasting my time."

We sat there, staring, challenging. It wasn't uncomfortable, but at the same time, I knew that this man was going to be difficult. I could see a great deal of myself in him. He didn't take shit from anyone, and he certainly did not back down. I was intrigued, I'll admit.

He stood up after a few more seconds, and took a few steps towards the door before pausing, and turning to look back at me.

I was staring at his ass when he walked away, so I was still facing him when he turned, and I raised an eyebrow at him, as if asking, "What?"

I saw his chest lift, he was inhaling, and then the next thing I noticed, was that he was taking long strides back to my desk.

Surprise hit me, but I tried desperately not to show it. He was just testing me, trying to see if he could knock me down. I wouldn't fall for it. I held my ground and watched him with disinterest.

Normally, people invading my "personal bubble" didn't bother me much. I needed to become accustomed to having no fear, and a big fear for most people, was an invasion of personal space.

Like I said, normally people invading my personal space didn't bother me.

Normally, I didn't have grown, attractive men stomping into my office.

Normally, I didn't come across someone who held a lot of the same qualities as myself.

Normally, my prey didn't come to me first.

Normally, they didn't kiss me.

Edward Cullen wasn't normal.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, or the characters, I only own the idea. (Not sure if I should have put that up there or not... Oh well!)

Hiiiiii! So I had the sudden urge to write something.. and this came out. I love the idea of Bella being assertive and blunt.

I really don't know if I'll continue with this. I'd like to, but I'm not sure if it's worth writing more... Wow, that sounds like I don't care about it. D: I do! So let me know what you think! Haha.