Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters, or settings. I just use them my way.

Summary: Finally acknowledging their feelings for each other, Bella is ready for the next step. But when Edward refuses, what will she do?

Authors Note: Warnings will be placed at the top of each chapter. No smut yet. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Not Bad Enough

Bella

I tightened the embarrassingly short robe around me, as I hurried down the driveway. Why was the mailbox so far away?

I wouldn't be wearing this robe if mine hadn't suddenly gone missing. My mom just bought me this, and then my own fuzzy one disappears. I doubt it's a coincidence.

I pulled open the squeaky metal door, and yanked out the piles of envelopes. I needed to do this fast. Edward would be outside any minute, and catch me. And I really didn't need to see him right now.

I had been avoiding Edward for about a week now. Ever since I found out the strength of my feelings for him, I had no idea what to do about them. And so I abandoned our close friendship, and left him stranded.

I spun around, only to slam into a well developed chest. The papers flew to the ground around us, and I looked up to see him glaring at me.

"Why are you avoiding me?" his voice was cold, harsh. He looked hurt. I hated to see him that way.

"I'm not," I replied, taking a step away from him. He smelled like Edward, and I couldn't take that right now.

"Yes, you are," he pushed. "Why?"

"Because I want to!" I snapped, turning away from him.

"You want to." his voice turned monotone. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes. We are always arguing! Doesn't seem like a friend worthy relationship, Edward," I explained.

There was a silence and I turned to face him. He looked like he was thinking something over. "What?"

"We only fight because you need to take out your sexual frustration on someone, and seeing as you are so completely attracted to me, it's only fair that we fight."

My jaw dropped. He wasn't serious.

"Y-You think I'm attracted to you?" My voice oozed sarcasm, and surprise.

"Well, I'm attracted to you too, if that makes you feel better," he gave me my favorite crooked smile, and my heart literally stopped in my chest.

"You're attracted to me?"

"Probably more than you are to me," he replied, swooping down to pick up the letters. He began heading toward my house, and I followed him, not ready to give up this coversation.
"Then why don't you do something about it?"

I was surprised at my bluntness, but it needed to be said. He didn't answer, waiting until we were inside the dim surroundings of my house.

"You're too good, Bells," he replied, finally facing me. I raised my eyebrows, and snorted.

"I can be bad if I want to," I retorted, crossing my arms.

"No," he disagreed softly. "I don't think you can. I like you so much," he whispered, taking a step toward me. "But it isn't happening. Nothing is happening between us." His words were like a slap to the face.

"Edward, I can be the worst person in the world. I'm totally ready for us, and-" he stunned me into silence by slamming me against the wall. A grunt left my lips, and then he attached his perfect mouth to my neck.

My knees wobbled dangerously, and he leaned down to lift me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. A small whimper left my mouth, and I put my hands on his shoulders, not quite knowing what to do. His fingesr traced up the side of my body, stopping at my breasts.

He detached his lips, and smirked at me. I ungracefully fell to the floor, feeling weak and disoriented.

"That's not even the beginning of what I can do to you, Bells. Don't try anymore."

With that he left.

I slid down to the floor, feeling tears coming. I fought with them to no avail, and they poured endlessly down my cheeks.

After several minutes of wallowing I called my best friend, Alice. She was Edward's sister, and the closest person I have in my life.

"Ali?" I asked when she picked up.

"Hey Bells. What's wrong? You sound like you're crying."

"I need your help," I said, ignoring her last comment.

"With what?" her voice was laced with worry.
I paused before answering. Did I really want to do this? Of course I did! Edwrad meant a lot to me, and if he didn't think I could change, then he was sorely mistaken. Alice was the master, and I was going to be the sexiest, baddest thing he had ever seen. When I answered her, my voice rang with finality.

"I need you to make me bad."

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