Okey, this is mostly a fun little story I'm going to write when I have the chance, it probably won't be out as often as my other stories (which isn't very often...But I'm working on it.) If you guys like it I might write it more often but I guess that's your choice!
AND I NEED SOME TITLE IDEAS. I DON'T LIKE THE ONE I HAVE ALL THAT MUCH!! PUT IT IN THE REVIEW
Description: Edward is a mob boss. He kills people for the fun of it.
His family has no idea about his life style. He wants to change…
but he promised to do one last kill.
Bella's normal. She works at a bar and goes to college. Nothing can stop her
from fulfilling her dream of being a journalist…
Or is there?
Bella's POV:
Another late night at the bar. It wasn't the worst job in the world; I mean I could be killing people for a living. I chuckled at the thought of me being a killer and place the beer in front of the man. He grunted a thank you and tried giving me a sexy wink. If I was a killer, most of the flirters here would be the firsts to go.
I got hit on almost every night. Mike Newton was one of the worst. I date him for a month before breaking up with him because he was too clingy. But now, he's stalking me; calling me, coming to the bar every night and sometimes following me home (claiming to be walking me home).
"Can I talk your order?" I asked when I stopped at one of the back tables. The bronze haired man looked up from the menu, his green eyes glaring. I involuntarily stepped back, if looks could kill.
He put the menu on the table, "Just a hamburger and coke please." I wrote down the order and took the menu off the table. Walking back to the counter, several people grabbed my ass. My boss said I had to let them, it couldn't hurt anything; except my ass.
"You still here Bells?" David, the cook and also a classmate of mine, asked as I gave him the orders. I nodded. He knew my shift ended over an hour ago. Hey, over time equaled extra money and that, I was good with. I need the money since college is taking most of it.
I moved up to Forks to live with my dad and go to college. Renee, my mom, said that she would help pay for it but I wanted to be independent and do it myself. My parents separated and I didn't get to see my dad often, it was a chance to live with him. But it also meant I had to use extra gas money to get to Seattle, where my college was. That was when my dad chipped in to get me my own apartment. Thankfully, he just bought it off the guy and all I had to pay was the utilities.
David handed me the plates of food, "Bella, just go home after this. Jessica just came in." He pointed at Jessica, who was flirting with some guy and tying her uniform.
"Thanks David!" I said exhausted. It had been a long day. First I had school, from 8am to 2pm then I had to work here at 3pm. Now it's almost 10 and I haven't even started on my homework.
I practically ran to the table, only half tripping into the bronze haired guy. He caught me simply and his food landed perfectly on the table. I sighed, grateful that I didn't get anything on him. A little bit of coke splashed onto the table. I took a towel out of my uniform pocket and wiped off the drink.
As I was putting my towel back in the pocket someone's arm wrapped around my waist. I already knew who it was, the same thing happens every night.
"Hey babe," Mike said, trying to sound cool. He was clearly drunk…again. I wiggled out of his arm and walked to put my apron away. Mike started talking to the bronze hair-let's name him Kyle because I'm getting tired of saying bronze hair guy. I shook my head and walked into the back room and punched out. I forgot my coat, again! Good thing it's only September and it's not that cold out yet. I went out the back door, trying to stay as far away from Mike as I could. I didn't get why every guy was flirting with me but considering they were drunk I shouldn't care. Most people do stupid stuff while drunk.
The icy wind hit me as I entered the alley. The door slammed shut behind me and I walked out into the sidewalk. Wrapping my arms around me, I tried to keep warm. It was pretty cold out. I looked up to see the moon shining brightly above.
I was all alone walking about seven blocks to my apartment, curses not having enough money for gas. I bumped shoulders with someone as I turned the corner.
Only five more blocks.
Suddenly I got really paranoid. I looked over my shoulder to see someone with their head down walking a couple feet away from me. I picked up my pace and turned forward.
Two more blocks, and then a flight of stairs, then a door before I finally will feel safe. I sighed and moved a little faster.
I was finally on my block. I could see my apartment. But I didn't something I didn't want to, I looked over my shoulder, hoping the guy wasn't still there.
I gave a sigh of relief when I noticed he wasn't. I turned back and ran right into the man that was following. I screamed and looked up to see "Kyle" was the one I ran into. Without thinking I bolted pass him and into the apartment building.
Taking two steps at a time, I was at my door in no time. I took one more glance behind me before rushing into the apartment, slamming the door shut.
I locked the bolts and slid my back down until was I was on the ground, breathing heavily.
It took ten minutes before my heart returned to normal and I could think again. I couldn't be sure if 'Kyle' was following me but I knew there was no way he could get where he was before me. I left before him and I took the fastest path.
Maybe it was just a coincidence; it could've been Kyle's twin brother…Smyle? I laughed at that and pushed myself into the kitchen. The light I turned on made me snap my eyes shut (I had been sitting in the dark for a while).
I shuffled through the fridge only to find an old carton of milk and leftover pizza. Since I wasn't in the mood for pizza I went to the cupboards. Always expect to find Raman Noodles in a college kids cupboards. I grabbed a packet of that and went to boil water.
Once the Raman was done I sat in front of the TV and did my homework. Luckily all I had was to do math and journalism. Math was easy; journalism on the other hand was hard! I had until the end of the year to write an amazing story for a chance to be on a real newspaper.
A knock at my door broke me out of the thoughts of what I was going to write about.
Hesitantly I walked over to the door. Peeking through the eye hole I saw David. For some odd reason I was nervous, scared that I was getting followed.
"Bella! I bring food!" David shouted from the other side. I unlocked it and held the door open for him. Sure enough he was holding boxes of Chinese food. I welcomed him in like a knight. He knew how much I loved my Chinese food!
David and I have been friends since moved up her four years ago. He was the only one in my senior year of high school that would be nice to me. He was just like me-almost-he moved here a month before I did and didn't have many friends either.
Now that we're both in our junior year of college, we're best friends. He's probably one of the best friends I have.
I noticed he was also holding a bag from Blockbuster Movies. I grabbed if out of his arms, "What you get this week?" We always have had some sort of movie night once a week since the first months of our friendship. We must've watched almost every single movie on the planet. I peeked in and pulled out I, Robot.
"Again!? Come on David. This is like the tenth time!" I groaned but popped it in the DVD player anyways.
"It's good!" David said as he was separating the food.
We talked during the movie and I told him about the guy that I thought was following me.
David put his arm around me, "Aw, I'm sorry. Do you want to me to pick you up and stuff for work and school?"
I shook my head no, "It's okay, I can fend for myself." David burst out laughing, "What?!"
"You can't fight your way out of a paper bag." I playfully hit his arm and flinched away from him. It was probably true.
I must've fallen asleep during the movie because I woke up in my bed, a blanket wrapped tightly around me. That was the only sign I needed to tell me that David put me in bed. He always wrapped me so tightly I couldn't breathe. It was his signature move.
After struggling to get out of the blanket and finding David passed out on the couch, I jumped into the shower.
I was out and dressed within twenty minutes.
"Hey I'm off. Want a ride or no?" David shouted.
"No I'm good. See ya later Davey!!" I yelled his nickname loudly. I was the only one who was allowed to call him that.
I was brushing my hair when the door knocked. David must've forgotten something.
Not looking through the peep hole I flung open the door, only to have the wind knock out of me. Everything went black as I fell to the ground.
Okay, so what did you guys think? I know it's not the best but hopefully it will be.
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