When I first met Edward Cullen I hated him.
Posh, stuck up, obviously made of money, pale as fuck and a big giant twat. It didn't hel p that he was with bella too.
He stank like manure and was ridiculously possessive. Did bella really need his permission to see me, his friend? She was a billion times safer with me than she was ever with with him.
But as time passed I also saw just how ugly a person bella was. Selfish was what defined her. Ignoring every single thing I ever told her, running back to him time and time again, wanting to be a vampire, all while never letting me go at the same time. It was crazy just how perfect they were for each other.
So you could guess I was quite surprised when I woke up one morning next to the goddamned bloodsucker.
With a thirst that hurt and a pounding in my head, I got out of the bed, and put some pants over my boxers (thnk god).
The fucker was pretending to be asleep. But id idnt really care about him. I eased open the bedroom door.
I was at the cullens. And I don't remember how the fuck I got there in the first place. I only remember getting really shitfaced at the announcement of ed and bells engagement with my bottle of jack daniels and nothing else. Feeling my pockets, I dug out my phone and checked myr recent texts.
Hey So we're just getting together for an engagement party , I hope you've heard the news. Bella. Xx
Please come by if you're free. I would love to see you.