A/N: Hello there! This is my first story, so I'm a bit nervous. Please R&R, constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own the fantastical world that is Twilight. Sad face.. xD

Chapter One

EPOV

"Shots!Shots!Shots!Shots!" Jasper and Emmett bellowed as a waitress brought a second round of tequila shots to our table in V.I.P.

"Jesus Christ guys, I don't want to be shitfaced the first twenty minutes of being here. Slow down the drinks, will ya!"

"Aw, come on Eddie. You only turn twenty-five once!" Emmett replied with a toothy grin.

"Yeah, well I don't want alcohol poisoning to keep me from seeing twenty-six." I spat out.

"Ohh, watch it Em, someone is a little grumpy tonight." Jasper said as he playfully nudged Emmett with his elbow.

"Cool it guys, you know what happened last year." I warned my two best friends, hoping they would drop the subject.

"Of course we remember, we had to practically drag that asshole out of your apartment before you beat him to a bloody pulp." Jasper said, bringing up the one topic I wished to steer clear of.

Last year, on my birthday, I came home to find my girlfriend of three years, now ex-girlfriend, cheating on me. Her name was Tanya and she cheated on me with some young scumbag surfer dude. I remember feeling so enraged that she had the audacity to bring another man into my home, let alone in my bed. I beat the guy until I couldn't see straight. Jasper and Emmett had to pry me off of him before I did something I was going to regret. The little prick asked for $30,000 instead of pressing charges. It's not like money is an issue anyway. Thirty grand wouldn't put so much as a dent in my in-disposable income. Just the perks of being CEO of your own company.

"Whoa, check out the three hotties that just walked in." Emmett nodded his head towards the entrance of the club. Jasper's jaw momentarily dropped at the sight of them. I turned my head in the direction Emmett was nodding and my breath caught in my throat. Forget about Tanya, it's time to move on, I thought to myself.

"Time to move on." I said quietly to no one in particular, as my eyes followed a certain brunette who was making her way to the dance floor.