A/N: So, the restaraunt scene is based off of a part in Legaly Blonde. Lol. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this story, but the idea popped in my head so I thought that I would write it down. Please RxR.
Sorry for any confusion, but I needed to replace this chapter because I found some mistakes. But, at least you got another chapter. Hah.
After two hours of preparation, I was finally ready for my date with the man of my dreams: James. He was absolutely everything that I wanted and more. He was caring, funny, smart, and extremely handsome. Unlike most men, he was able to carry an intelligent conversation. He didn't just agree with me so that he wouldn't have to listen. He voiced his opinions, which was rather intriguing.
We had been together for a year and three months, and I was almost certain that he would be proposing tonight. We had both agreed that after we were at the best that we could possibly be in our careers, we would get married. I was an English teacher for juniors and seniors in high school, and I thought that things were going quite well. James was a bounty hunter, which was nerve-racking at times, but James was especially good at it. He had a weird ability to be able to track people, no matter where they were. He was doing rather well at his job, which led me to believe that we were both at our best points in or professions.
I rapidly slipped on my shoes and ran into the bathroom to check my appearance one last time. I had left my hair down, lightly curly the bottoms. I had no idea how to use makeup, so I had called my best friend Alice to come over and do it for me. Most of the time I could manage on my own, but I knew tonight was going to be special, so I wanted to look my best. She had made it look natural, which was nice because James never liked when I wore a lot of makeup. I wasn't a fan of getting dressed up a lot, so that was something that I never minded. My dress was a simple black dress that accentuated my curves nicely. It was strapless with a bow right at my waist, making it flow over my waist and thighs. It stopped right above knees, showing off my legs. After grabbing my jacket I left our apartment, caught a taxi, and went to the restaurant that I was meeting James at.
I sat in silence, thinking of how to play off the fact that I wasn't going to be surprised when he proposed. My acting skills weren't that great, so I was a little worried. I didn't want him to think that I had been waiting for him to do this, even though I was. I wanted nothing more than to be with him.
When the taxi pulled up to the restaurant, I automatically paid the driver and made my way inside.
"Hello, welcome to Dinnuci's," the woman at the hostess station in a cheery tone that I could clearly tell she was faking. She must have been here for a while.
"Hello," I replied. "Uh. . . I have a dinner date under the name Hart," I said softly.
"Okay, follow me," she said, smiling a forced smile.
"Thank you," I said, though I don't think she heard me.
We walked into the large room where everyone was eating and it didn't take long until I saw James. He easily stuck out in a crowd with his devastatingly good looks. I smiled and raised my hand when he looked at me. He didn't do anything but nod his head. When we got to the table I murmerred a thank you to the host and gave James a chaste kiss on the lips. Usually he would pull out my chair for me, but tonight he had not. I wasn't going to over analyze it, but something didn't seem right.
"How was your day?" I questioned.
"Fine, I guess," he muttered.
"That's good," I said, reaching out my hand to grab his. He kept his hand there for not long over a minute before he pulled it away.
"I ordered you a glass of wine," he said in what sounded like an angry tone. My heart sped up as I started thinking of things that I could have done to make him mad at me, but I couldn't think of anything. Maybe work wasn't as good as he said. He probably just didn't want me to worry.
"Thank you," I said.
James opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but stopped himself when the waiter came back with our wine. He lifted his glass and nodded in his direction, indicating a thank you.
Once he was gone, James continued to say what he was going to before.
"So, I wanted you to come here so that we could talk. I'm sorry that I couldn't get something private, but I have to do something right after this, which is why I didn't come home because it's two buildings down from this one," he said, pausing to take a sip of his wine. "But, I was thinking about my future, about our future, and there are some things I'd like to discuss."
"Okay," I said. This sure was an odd way to start a proposal. Maybe he was just messing with my nerves, trying to make me believe something was wrong before he popped the question.
"We both have so much potential for ourselves. I mean, you are an excellent teacher, and I'm finally reaching the top of my job." He stared at me like he was looking straight through me.
"Yes, I think we've finally reached the point where we are the best that we can be," I said, reaching for his hand once more. This time he quickly moved it so that he could pick up his glass. I pulled my hand back, setting it into my lap.
"Maybe for you," he muttered, "but I've still got much more to achieve before I feel as if I'm the best I can be. I mean, I might be getting close to the top, but there's so much more that I want."
"And I will be here for you when you get to that point," I said. My nerves were on end as I tried to figure out where exactly this conversation was going.
"I greatly appreciate that, but at this point in time you would be supporting me as a girlfriend, and that isn't what I want,"
I could feel the tears rimming my eyes. He couldn't possibly be doing what I thought he was doing. Could he?
"What do you mean?" I croaked.
"I mean . . . that I think that maybe we should . . . Take a break." He said it all so nonchalantly. He was ending something that I thought was going to go much further, getting rid of me as if I were nothing, and that's when the tears started to pour.
"Are you serious?" I almost yelled as I stood up from my seat.
"Bella, please calm down. If you would just listen to me," he pleaded, trying to grab my hand to pull me back down, but this time it was me who pulled their hand back.
"No, James! I will not calm down. You brought me in public, made me get all dressed up, just so that you could break up with me?" I said through my teeth. I could feel everyone's stares, and I honestly didn't care. They meant nothing to me. The only thing that mattered was the fact that the man I thought I was going to spend my life no longer wanted to be with me.
"I'm sorry," he said as he stood up.
I couldn't even look at him. All I could do was run out of the restaurant and into the pouring rain.
"Great!" I yelled. I could feel my hair start to stick to my face, and my dress cling to every curve. Luckily Alice had put on waterproof mascara or else I would be really screwed.
"Bella," I heard James say behind me, "Bella please just listen."
"No! I am not listening to anything you have to say!" I was making myself look like some kind of freak show, standing on the sidewalk in the pouring rain, screaming at my ex boyfriend.
James grabbed my arm rather violently and pulled me closer to him. "You are making me look like a fool," he hissed.
"Oh, and you didn't make me look like one when you broke up with me in public? You didn't even have the decency to do it at home?" I questioned him angrily.
The grip on my arm tightened, causing me to flinch.
"James. Let go," I pleaded. I could feel my arm becoming numb from all of the pressure. That must have aggravated him because he pulled me roughly against his chest, tightening his grip yet again. I turned my body away from him, waving my hand hoping to get a taxi so that I could get away from him. James grabbed my other arm, pinning it against my side.
"Do not, and I repeat, do not make a big deal out of this. I can not afford to have you," he spat the last word, "ruin my reputation." He still had a tight grip on me, but pushed me away from him, almost causing me to land in the street. I caught myself with my hands and I could feel scrapes appear. Just as I lifted my hand to examine my it, a cab pulled up next to me. I could see the window roll down and a velvet voice say, "Get in." I wasn't going to sit on the sidewalk until another cab came by, so I quickly stood up and opened the door to get into the car.
Once I got in I turned to face the person sitting next to me to thank them, but my words were caught in my throat as I turned to see the man sitting next to me. He was amazingly beautiful. That's usually not the word that was used to describe a man, but that was the only thing that sounded appropriate.
"Uh. . . Thank you," I said, my voice shaking.
"You're welcome. You look like you were in a pretty sticky situation, so I thought that I would help you." His angelic voice filled the car, surprisingly calming me down.
"Yeah," was all I could say. I saw him reach out his hand out of the corner of my eye, looking as if he wanted to shake my hand. I carefully pulled my hand away from my side and reached it towards him, but was surprised when he grabbed my wrist so that my palm was facing up.
"You cut yourself," he said.
"Yeah, I know," I muttered. He must have thought I was just some loony chick whose boyfriend, or ex boyfriend for that matter, just went around almost pushing his into traffic.
"I'm Edward Cullen by the way," he said as he lightly ran his thumb over my cuts, causing some of the pain to disappear.
"Bella Swan," I muttered, looking up to see a pair of gorgeous green eyes staring directly at me.
"Nice to meet you," he said as he smiled a crooked smile that made my heart melt.
"Nice to meet you too," I said, smiling back at him. If only knew how nice it really was.