Notes: So I'd been going over and over the posting process in my brain all week before finally making a decision. This was originally chapter 8, but after getting halfway through it, I realized it just wouldn't work. I was really excited about this idea, though, and I didn't have the heart to scratch it, so I decided to finish it and post it as an outtake. Now, I'm sure a lot of you will be disappointed with this post, since I know you were dying to know what was going through Edward's mind in chapter 7 and beyond, but before you get your knickers in a twist, let it be known that I WILL be posting chapter 8 sometime this week. Chapter 9 will surface on the normal posting day (Sunday), but it probably won't be that long since I'll have already posted two fantastically sized readings during the week. This little ditty coincides with parts of chapters 7 and 8. I've figured that at some point there will be more outtakes, and what better person's mind to sift through first than Rosalie's? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of the characters. But then again, you already knew that. ;)
Chapter Song: Le Disko - Shiny Toy Guns
When Emmett and I made the bet about Edward and Bella, I did it for two reasons: 1. I couldn't pass up a bet—neither could Emmett, which made our relationship that much more fun—and 2. It was an easy $100 bucks. I knew there was no way in hell things would work out the way Emmett and his delusional mind thought they would. At least, not quite as smoothly. I knew Edward well enough, and I had no animosity towards him (though I did smack him in the back of the head later that night for talking to Bella the way he did), and Bella wasn't the type to go out and date, so really, I couldn't have cared less who or what either of them did romantically, and I didn't care enough to try like Emmett so obviously did. However, within the course of two and a half hours, they'd nearly verbally murdered each other at least three times, and I'd never seen that happen with either of them. Yes, Bella had a temper, but she was able to keep it under control for the most part. I was entirely confused.
Confused, yet intrigued.
I watched them both closely for the next few days, looking for anything to indicate why either of them lost it completely around each other. Edward, who was mercilessly eye fucked by nearly every female within a 50 mile radius of him (except for me, of course), and even squawked at by Jessica's nasty cronies, kept his cool, though his annoyance was clearly etched on his face. I'd "visited" Bella at work Wednesday night, because she was at the Freshman dorms all night—and if they weren't fucking idiots, I couldn't think of anybody else who could be constituted as one—and she handled them in a very collected manner. That only further piqued my interest in figuring out the essential question at hand: What gives?
Bella and Edward's only interaction after the DC incident, that I knew of, was at the tutoring session on Wednesday, and though Bella didn't elaborate, she had this fiery look in her eyes when she spoke of him; she'd admitted that he got under her skin like no other. Thursday night—like the logical person that I was—I went home after work and wrote down everything that I could think of about the two, separately. Then, I tried to remember every last detail of their arguments, and wrote down what I thought it meant, and what it all came down to, I determined, was one thing: Passion.
The way that they fought, and how quickly it'd escalated, was a clear display of it on both their ends. Even though they clearly could not stand the sight of one another, yet, that passion could—and if I could help it, would—turn into the most intensely adoring passion either of them had ever known. The sexual tension between the two of them was already so thick that you couldn't cut it with a fucking knife designed to cut through leather, but Bella was too damn stubborn to see it for herself, and Edward had his manly pride in the way, so their subconscious lust for each other was cleverly veiled by disdain. Of that, I was absolutely sure, and it was enough for me to be convinced it was time to abandon apathy, and join the other team.
I wasn't sure what the hell I was supposed to do; I'd never been one to meddle in other peoples' romantic lives because, again, I just never cared enough. Those two, though...well, Emmett was right; they were perfect for each other. Edward was the cool, calm, and collected one who, if they could get past their stupid issues with each other, could keep Bella's temper at bay, and Bella obviously had no problems putting Edward in his place, which was exactly what his cocky ass needed. We just needed to make them see it. So I called Emmett and told him, "Fuck the money, we just need to get these idiots together," and that night we formulated a plan, in which we cleverly entitled, "Breaking Bella," essentially because that was going to be the biggest obstacle.
Our first mission was to get Edward to agree, though. Once that happened, he could work his charm on Bella—with our help, of course—and she'd turn into putty in his hands, no matter how hard she tried to resist. And she would. Luckily, we already had an ally with a killer gift of persuasion: Alice.
Emmett had mentioned to me that Edward told him Alice had "seen" his soul mate in a dream. I wasn't sure why that was relevant, until he explained that Alice was psychic, and she was convinced it was a precognition in the form of a dream. I called Alice on three-way and asked her to describe the girl she saw. "Long, wavy brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, really pale. Oh, and she was blushing like crazy. But it wasn't that damn lab teacher Edward's so smitten with," she'd said, growling at the end. I knew nothing of a lab teacher, but Emmett did (he'd explained the situation later that night, but I'd decided that I would make sure the bitch didn't get in the way) and shrugged.
"I'm going to send you a picture, okay Alice? I need you to tell me if she looks familiar," I said. She agreed, and I sent her the clearest picture of Bella I could find in my phone, since she apparently had an aversion to taking pictures. A few minutes later I heard a gasp on her end.
"That's her! That's the girl in my dream. Who is she?" she exclaimed excitedly.
"That," I said with a grin, "is my girl, Bella. And we need your help getting them together."
We barely had to explain the plan before she agreed wholeheartedly.
*
This morning was the first day of putting the plan into motion. I'd insisted on a shopping excursion, partly because I just love to shop, but mainly because Bella needed to slowly be vamped into a sex kitten without her realizing it. Bella was beautiful on her own, don't get me wrong, but she didn't ooze the sex appeal that she needed to give Edward a run for his money in the arrogance department. What better way to start than with sexy under garments?
I'd bought her a black, lacy fishnet thong and black lacy hipster underwear with pink bows on them, plus a black, see-through lace push up bra—I figured I needed to start her off slow, so that she wouldn't suspect anything. Emmett and I had decided on Friday that we wanted to go clubbing tonight since it was 18 and over, and we'd initially roped Alice and Jasper into going as well, but I got a text from Alice earlier in the day saying she couldn't make it, and Emmett got one from Jazz saying the same thing. Like it took a brain surgeon to figure that one out. Just the same, since drunk Bella would definitely be more receptive than sober Bella, we decided for Bella and Edward that they'd be going, too. Thankfully, Bella didn't put up a fight when I'd demanded we get her a club dress, and the little black dress that I made sure to get a size smaller than what she'd suggested was sure to leave every man drooling a bit as she walked by, including Edward.
I also insisted that we make a stop at Amoeba Music before we left under the guise of getting Jazz a birthday present, knowing that (thanks to Emmett) he'd be working, and coincidentally, we ended up parking pretty close. I "accidentally" grabbed her Victoria's Secret bag after I stuffed my goodies into the trunk and thrust it into her hands before speed walking towards the store, knowing she probably wouldn't go all the way back to the car just to put it back. True to my prediction, she walked into the store, albeit completely embarrassed.
I handed my purse to the guy at the front and walked straight for the posters, looking around. I didn't know how much time I'd have until Bella came up to me, and I didn't have any time to waste; I needed to find Edward. I stopped and strained my neck to look at every corner of the store, but fuck, it was huge. Unfortunately, she caught me, and I had to make up something about needing employee help on the spot to justify why I was looking quite stalkerish. She didn't buy it, though—of course she didn't, she wasn't fucking stupid—and pointed to a crowd of employees to the right.
Damn her for being so observant!
I made my way towards them, turning around to find her still staring at me before continuing on. I turned around one more time, praying she wasn't still there, and thank fuck, she wasn't. I heaved a sigh of relief and turned into the first isle on the left; who knew trying to set up your best girl friend would be so fucking wearing? It didn't take long for me to spot his head towering over the shelves, and I made my way hurriedly towards him. He was leaning against the CDs and twisting his name tag between his fingers, talking to some girl with hair so bright that if I'd had my sun glasses within reach, they'd have been on in a heartbeat. He had that stupid smirk on his face, too, and I scowled, stomping over to him.
"Hey, you!" I exclaimed, pinching his side. He looked over to me and smiled, standing upright.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much. I need help with Jasper's birthday present and I thought you could help me, if you're not too busy," I replied, turning to the girl and narrowing my eyes at her and giving her a look that screamed "back the fuck off, ho." She looked me up and down and crossed her arms over her chest, and I rolled my eyes before turning back to an oblivious Edward and smiling brightly.
"Nah," he shrugged, "I'll help you. It was nice talking to you," he said to the girl, waving slightly before turning around to walk towards the posters. I turned to her and gave her a sickeningly sweet smile before following behind Edward towards the posters.
I asked him about a Muse poster that I'd actually already ordered online because I knew that the store didn't have it, but feigned oblivion—come on, Jasper was my brother, my twin at that, did he seriously think I wouldn't know what the hell he wanted? Apparently so, because he went on to describe it to me. I mainly did that so we could get casual conversation rolling; I was usually an idle participant of small talk because, once again, I just didn't care.
A quick thought popped into my head and I asked Edward if they had The White Album on vinyl, and though Jazz hadn't specifically asked for it, he loved The Beatles, and he loved vinyls. Edward showed me where they were located and crouched down to sort through some boxes under the shelves. I decided to take action and asked him what he was doing tonight, to which he unsurprisingly said nothing.
Cue evil smirk.
I invited him out clubbing with us, claiming we were getting a big group together, which wasn't a technical lie because that had initially been the plan. I hadn't really thought that one through, though, because I was briefly stumped when he asked who would be going; so I lied and said Alice and Jasper would be joining us. Big deal. There was no way he'd agree if it was just Bella, Em and me. Something clicked inside my head, though, and I grinned before telling him Angela and possibly Ben would be going—I was sure Bella could convince Angela (if not, I would), and Edward would need unbiased male comradery if the whole thing blew up in his face—and left the B bomb for last. He grimaced when I mentioned Bella and I narrowed my eyes slightly before mentally chastising myself; he wasn't in on the mission yet, and he didn't know that it wouldn't be long before he was trying to shove his tongue into her mouth. He was quiet for a minute before he stood up, handing over the record with a sigh, and agreed. I told him what time we'd be meeting up, not that it really mattered since we were meeting up at his dorm, and informed him that, thanks to Emmett's stature and fake ID, he'd be acquiring some alcohol sometime during the day so we could start before we left. We'd be drinking at the club as well, but it would save a hell of a lot of money if we were already somewhat drunk before we left.
He frowned and scratched his neck. "Who's driving?"
"Probably Emmett," I shrugged. I hadn't gotten that far. He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips.
"I'd rather not die while trying to have a good time. I'll be the DD."
"How generous of you. Always the responsible one," I said with a smirk. I looked over his shoulder and spotted Bella, staring at me, and figured it was my duty to give them at least one more confrontation before tonight. "Something's going on over there," I said, pointing towards Bella. He turned around just as she ducked down, and thirty seconds later some CDs fell off a rack. I bit my lip to stifle my laughter, knowing she was the cause as Edward said he needed to go check on it and walked away.
I studied from afar, seeing their interaction go from awkward, with Bella blushing like crazy at her clumsiness, to somewhat...friendly...as he showed her where a CD was located. I saw the defiant set of her jaw as she pulled the earphones on, and the amusement on his face as she listened. She looked annoyed when she took the earphones off, and he still looked incredibly amused, but had a certain smugness to his smile. I decided it was then time to intervene, and went up to them, claiming I'd been looking for Bella for a while. I missed some sort of inside joke as I asked her if she found what she was looking for, but I didn't miss the fact that she shamelessly checked him out before answering. Edward said he needed to get back to work when I went to get in line to pay for the record, waved goodbye, and walked away. I saw him go up onto the platform and another guy walk off, and figured he'd traded off for a little bit, which gave me a beyond perfect idea.
I demanded Bella give me her cubby number and she complied. I rushed towards the platform and went through the detectors, looking up to find Edward looking down at me.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me," he said with a smirk, holding out his hand. I rolled my eyes and muttered "you wish" as I handed him our numbers, and he reached into the cubby's to extract our purses and Bella's bag.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here?" he asked with a shit-eating grin. I bit my lip to keep from laughing as he dangled the Victoria's Secret bag from his index finger.
If only you knew, punk.
"Oh, my god," I heard Bella whisper. I turned my gaze to her face, watching her shut her eyes tightly. I acted on impulse and reached up, swiping the bag to make it look like I attempted to reach it, but really, I was trying to knock it over. I succeeded, and, as if God was in on the plan, her black, lacy thong stuck out.
"Whoops," I said.
"Oh-ho, quite risque, missy. I don't think your brother would much appreciate you wearing these," he faux-scolded as he pointed down to them with raised eyebrows. Perfect.
"Good thing they're Bella's, then," I said with a smirk.
His eyes practically bugged out of his head—apparently, he hadn't thought Bella capable of a naughty, sexy side—and his jaw dropped as he turned his gaze to her.
Is that a bit of drool I see escaping the side of his mouth?
I looked over at Bella, who looked completely horrified and laughed, covering my mouth with my hands as I laughed silently. Then, she turned to me, her voice completely even—and I knew that voice, so it sobered me up pretty quick—threatened to kill me with my stilettos, I gathered, and stormed out of the store.
"Somebody's in trouble," Edward muttered.
"Oh, shut up," I hissed, grabbing the bag and our purses from the counter. "I'll see you tonight."
~º~º~
I sat across from Bella at the Steps of Rome Café, watching her stiffly drink her Coke as I took a sip of water. After she'd stormed out of the store, I raided her purse, hoping her phone was inside; it was. I searched Angela's number and grabbed my phone, inputting the number before clearing Bella's and shoving it back inside her purse. I took my time walking back to the car, while hurriedly texting Angela. I'd told her I couldn't explain much at that moment, but I desperately needed her help with something regarding Bella and she had to go clubbing with us tonight. I also requested she bring Ben (although she probably saw it as more of a demand) and she agreed, albeit probably hesitantly. I also text messaged Alice, informing her that I'd lied to her dear best friend and told him she and Jazz would be going clubbing, so if he asked, she needed to stick to the false pretense and we'd take care of the rest; I told her to make sure my stupid brother did, too.
Bella hadn't uttered a word to me from the time I unlocked the car doors to now, and frankly, I was getting fed up with her childish antics. I was busting my balls for her; she should have been licking my asshole clean for that. I sighed and rolled my eyes; her ass would feel pretty fucking stupid once she found out all I was trying to do was get her with her alleged soul mate, which would also lead her to getting a whole lot of ass. And I was the ungrateful hag? Psh.
"Are you done acting like a big fucking baby?" I asked calmly. She glared at me and her nostrils flared slightly, making me want to laugh. Instead, I—begrudgingly—did the only thing I could think of to do. "Okay, okay. I'm...sorry. I was just having a little fun, I didn't expect you to get so pissed."
"A little fun at my expense," she snapped. "Ha ha, Rose, it was hilarious."
"Oh lighten up, Debbie Downer," I chided. "It really wasn't that serious. If they'd have been granny panties, maybe I could understand, but those were sexy underwear! Did you see the way their eyes popped out of their heads? You should be proud of that!"
"Proud? Rosalie, I have to see Edward at least twice a week. How am I supposed to face him without getting embarrassed?"
"You wouldn't be this way if it was Jake. Or even Jasper," I pointed out, knowing I'd backed her into a corner.
"Yes I would," she said unconvincingly.
"You're a horrible liar, Bella. Look at you!" I exclaimed, gesturing towards her face. "You can't even look me in the eye to disagree."
"Well...your logic is ridiculous!"
"No," I argued, "it's reasonable. The only thing being ridiculous here is you. Besides, what do you even care what Edward thinks?" She looked up at me and I almost snorted; she looked like a deer caught in headlights momentarily before she smoothed out her expression and grabbed her coke, taking a drink.
"I don't," she said, shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly.
Uh huh. I call bullshit!
"So stop being mad, then, and enjoy the rest of the day. Bitch," I said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips together to stop the smile that was threatening to appear, then nodded. Sucker.
After lunch we drove down to the wharf and, not feeling like wasting time trying to find a free parking spot, parked in the Pier 39 garage. We took an elevator to the street level and walked across the street, through the crowd of people towards the pier. As we neared the fountain by the Hard Rock Café—which was also the entrance to the pier—we heard the sounds of a Saxophone. This was of no surprise to either of us—there was always somebody playing a keyboard, or guitar, or something.
"What first?" I asked as we passed the Aquarium.
"How about the Shell Cellar?"
"You just want to try and find that boy from last time," I teased, winking at her. She smirked and rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"Maybe." I laughed and nudged her with my elbow. "No, actually my mom has been saying she wants one of those huge shells that people blow into? I don't know," she shrugged as I raised a questioning eyebrow; what the hell would anybody need with one of those? As if she heard my thoughts she answered, "It's my mom."
We went in and out of shops for a few hours and walked along the bay, watching the Sea Lions, and, of course, got our beyond delicious waffle cones—mine Cookies 'n Cream, Bella's Mint Chocolate Chip—before deciding to head out at a quarter to six. It was still sunny out, and true to my prior warning, I put the top down for the drive back; the wind felt fantastic, and the smell of the city when we got back to the school twenty minutes later was ironically fresh. I dropped her off at her apartment and told her I was going home to take a shower, then I'd come back and we'd get ready together.
It took me four trips to my trunk after I'd parked at my complex to get all the bags inside, excluding Bella's, naturally. I gathered, from that, I might have gone a tiny bit overboard on the shopping. I reasoned it'd last me for a while, though, and shrugged before dropping the last load on my bedroom floor and heading straight for the bathroom to take a nice, hot, relaxing shower; I'd fucking need it for tonight.
~º~º~
"Bella, sit still," I snapped, tugging on the strip of her hair I was trying to roll onto a hot roller. She whined and lifted her hand up to her scalp, glaring at me in the hand-held mirror that sat on the back of the toilet she was straddling. I rolled my eyes and combed out the strip of hair again, rolling the curler up slowly before pinning it. "I don't understand why you're being so difficult."
"I don't understand why you're such a bitch," she snapped.
"It's a talent. Now shut up and let me make you hot."
It took a little longer than I'd have liked, considering I kept having to put back some of the rollers and grab new ones because she wouldn't cooperate and they got cold. Needless to say, my fingers weren't feeling their best, which annoyed me to no end. I turned her around and started on her make up as soon as the rollers were set and I'd sprayed them lightly—with anti-humidity hair spray, courtesy of Angela—and threatened to jab the mascara wand into her eye if she didn't fucking sit still. I'd predicted it would be a hassle to get Bella ready, so before I came over I dried and straightened my hair so that it wouldn't take me long to do whatever I felt like doing to it before we left.
I applied a light bronzer on her face, neck and shoulders, just to give her a bit of color, then started in on her eyes. I went for the smoky look, applying charcoal eyeshadow on her lid and a bit above the crease to a cat-eyed point, then lined the bottom lid with it before applying sparkly, silver eyeshadow under the arch of her eyebrow—thank god she had good upkeep with them and I didn't need to do anything—down to where the charcoal ended, creating a darker grey as they mixed. I applied a thin line of liquid black eyeliner to the top lids, curled her eyelashes and stroked the top and bottom lashes of both eyes with mascara numerous times before adding a touch of natural looking blush and declaring myself finished until her hair was done and I could apply something to her lips.
I touched the rollers, and they were still warm, so I excused her temporarily from my wrath, saying I needed to start on Angela, which of course was a huge fucking lie; she had a man, she could wear whatever the hell she wanted. She went into the living room and turned on the TV, and when I was sure she was distracted I went down the hall, knocking quietly on Angela's door and entering when she'd granted me permission.
"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" she asked from her closet as I shut the door quietly. I nodded and walked over to her desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, crossing my legs.
"So basically, Emmett was right; we need to get Edward and Bella together." She cocked an eyebrow and snorted loudly.
"Uh huh. And how do you expect to do that?"
"We have a plan," I said, and proceeded to explain everything to Angela in a hushed voice. She looked at me, unconvinced, and folded her arms across her chest.
"So where exactly do I come into play, and what makes you so sure this is going to work?" she asked.
"Look, we know Bella, and Alice and Emmett know Edward. Once they crack him, it's pretty much fool proof, because I've seen Edward in action and he is one hell of a fucking charmer. Not even Bella can resist for too long. It'll just be up to us to give her that extra nudge...or shove...in the right direction. Plus, I'm a persuasive, intimidating bitch," I added, to which Angela glanced up thoughtfully and nodded in agreement. "If I say it's going to happen, then it's going to happen." She stared at me for a moment before cracking a smile and nodding.
"Okay. I'm in."
*
I ushered Bella back into the bathroom to take care of whatever she needed to do before she got dressed. I went into her room and went through her drawer, picking out a pair of sheer black boy shorts—another pair I'd forced her to buy—and grabbing the dress that I'd put on a hanger once I came in and laid them on her bed. I'd also snuck in the stilettos I wanted her to wear, and placed them on the floor below the dress with a smirk. I sat down at her desk and opened her lap top, scrolling the track pad over to the Safari icon and double clicking it. I checked Facebook and Myspace, and was replying to a comment from Emmett—something about Edward cheating on him with my brother?—when Bella came in.
"What the hell are those?" I turned around and saw her pointing to the shoes with a scowl on her face.
"Those are shoes, Bella. Can you say 'shoes'?" I asked slowly.
"I know they're fucking shoes, skank, but I told you earlier I'm not wearing them." I sighed heavily and crossed my arms over my chest; it had been worth a shot.
"Well what else do you suggest, Bella? And I don't give a fuck what you say, you're not wearing those fucking converse," I hissed, narrowing my eyes at her. She huffed and looked at her closet, knowing she basically had nothing but sneakers in there then back at the shoes I'd brought. "Come on, they're not even that high!"
"High enough," she muttered. She stared at them and pursed her lips before finally agreeing to them, on the condition that next time, she'd get to wear whatever shoes she wanted, even it if was her converse. I told her to get dressed carefully while I went to the bathroom and hurriedly did my make up—silver eyeshadow over my whole lid with emerald green in the crease, curving out and down to a point that I filled in at the corner of my eye. I grabbed two bobby pins from inside the mirror and pulled my bangs back, pushing them up slightly to make them bubble up a bit before criss-crossing the pins to keep them in place. I unscrewed the lid to the styling wax I'd brought over and ran my fingers over it in circles a few times before teasing my hair. I sprayed it then opened the door, yelling for Bella to come in so I could finish her hair.
She walked in and sat down facing me as I unpinned the rollers and took them out, placing them back into the casing. Once they were all out, I ran my fingers through the curls roughly, breaking them apart and spreading them out across her head before running my fingers through her hair from front to back, teasing it a bit, then spraying it profusely. I grabbed a light pink lip shimmer and applied it to her lips then told her to stand up and go to her room. I followed behind her and directed her to her floor length mirror
"I almost want to fuck you," I said, nodding at her reflection with a smirk.
"I almost want to fuck myself," she said incredulously, turning side to side. "Jesus, woman. You work miracles."
"Yes, yes, now grab your shoes and get out so I can get ready." She laughed and grabbed the heels, slipping on a pair of flip flops in the meantime and walking out of the room. I grabbed the mid-thigh, emerald green, ruched, o-ring dress that I brought from home off the hanger and slid it on. I slipped into my own flip flops—I'd left the silver, pointed toe heels that I was wearing to the club in my car so I wouldn't have to walk all the way to the dorm and back to the car with them on—went to the mirror, and fluffed up my hair before walking out and into the living room.
"Alright bitch, lets go," I said. "See you at the club, Ang!" She shouted a goodbye and we grabbed our purses before walking out the door.
When Angela and I were plotting earlier, she'd suggested that her and Ben just meet up with us at the club, giving Edward and Bella a little time in each other's company before hand. I praised her train of thought and agreed. Bella didn't seem to care when Angela had told her of the plan, which may have partially been due to the fact that she hadn't exactly been told who all would be going with us.
Oops.
We stopped at my car to drop off our purses and her heels before walking hurriedly to the Towers, breathing a collective sigh of relief as we entered the warmth of the building; thankfully, we'd be in a very heated environment for most of the night and not freezing our asses off. One of our co-workers, Jason, was at the front desk and I knocked on the second set of automatic doors. He stood up and, upon recognizing us, stepped towards them to let us in. We greeted and thanked him, and I heard him breathe out a "god damn" when we walked to the elevators. We rode up to the 13th floor and strode down the hall to the boys' dorm, and I knocked loudly when we stopped in front of the door.
Emmett opened it, dressed in jeans and a navy button up, and whistled loudly, opening the door wider and motioning for us to come in. "I thought Christmas already passed," he said with a smirk and a wink.
"Well, you must have been extra good this year," I replied seductively, grabbing his ass cheek and squeezing it. He bent down and whispered something obscene, to my delight, kissed me hard on the mouth and swatted my ass, urging both Bella and me into the living room. I saw Edward in the kitchen, also in jeans and a button up, rummaging through the cabinets and I greeted him, locking my gaze on his every move and willing him to turn around and look at Bella (who was shamelessly checking out his back side. Heh.) He looked over his right shoulder and said "hey" with a smile.
Turn the other way, you fuck!
He finally turned all the way around, shot glasses in each hand, and froze when he saw Bella. I looked up at Emmett, a shit eating grin plastered across his face, and smacked his chest, mouthing "look casual!" He smoothed out his expression as much as possible and cleared his throat, snapping Edward out of his daze. He set down the shot glasses, turned around and produced one more shot glass before pulling the blue bottle of Skyy out of the freezer and cracking it open, pouring it into all four shot glasses at once. He wrapped his hand around one, muttered something under his breath and knocked it back before putting the shot glass in the sink.
"I thought you were the DD tonight," I replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I just needed a shot. Just one," he mumbled, running a hand over his face.
"You fuck my car up, and you're dead," I threatened. The meddling demon laughed maniacally inside as I grabbed one of the shot glasses, knocking the liquid back as well.
~º~º~
Bella wasn't a big drinker; that much I knew. However, I wasn't expecting her to be incredibly buzzed off of the three shots she, Em and I took before heading out. I was actually a little afraid for her as she walked down the sidewalk in the three inch heels I'd talked her into wearing, but to my surprise, she was incredibly steady on her feet. She kept sneaking glances at Edward, who was so obviously straining not to look at her as well.
Alice had called Emmett fifteen minutes before we left to let him know, once again, that Jasper and her weren't coming. It was just for show, so Edward wouldn't suspect anything, but it was still humorous. I texted Angela when we were driving to the club to let her know she should leave right then. Em and I had forced Bella to sit in the front with Edward; It was a very tense car ride, but they weren't trying to kill each other, which was a vast improvement.
We got inside fairly quick and strode over to a booth near the dance floor as Emmett and Edward went and got us some starting drinks. Angela and Ben walked in shortly after and I spotted them, waving them over to sit down. After Emmett and Edward had returned with the drinks, a very attractive man offered to buy Bella one, in which she happily accepted and drank, and I could see the little sex kitten in her coming out as she flirted shamelessly with him.
"If she were always drunk, we'd reach our goal in no time," I said, leaning across to whisper in Emmett's ear. He grinned and nodded, throwing his arm around my shoulders as he took a swig of beer. Bella stood up and grabbed my hand, declaring she wanted to dance with me and thanked the man before pulling me out onto the dance floor. We danced together for a while, before stepping away from the floor to laugh at some of the dancers. There was a guy who kind of looked like a baby bird trying desperately to perfect smooth moves while taking casual swigs of his beer, but he was failing miserably. He jutted his chest out and threw his arms back while doing some weird backwards leg-lift and we started laughing hysterically, trying to mimic the move; where the hell did these morons come from?
I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and knew without looking that it was Emmett. I twisted my neck back to look up at him and he kissed me, running his hands up and down my thighs. Horny bastard. "Where's Edward?" I asked.
"Over there," he said, pointing to the left, onto the dance floor. I followed his arm and narrowed my eyes as I saw him, dancing with some girl in a gold halter top and jeans. "It's the lab teacher."
"Oh, that's just fucking great," I growled.
"Who's that girl?" Angela asked, leaning in.
"The competition," I replied.
"Well it looks like they've been spotted," she said, nodding her head to the right. I looked over and saw Bella staring out at the floor, and I knew right away she'd zeroed in on Edward and the stupid lab teacher.
I should report her to the school.
"Radar" by Britney Spears started playing over the speakers, and before I knew it, I was being dragged onto the dance floor again by Bella; to the left of Edward and the student molester, who were grinding against each other.
Ugh. Disgusting.
We stopped about five feet in front of them and Bella turned her back to them, grabbed her hair and started swaying her hips to the beat. She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer, turned around and pushed her ass back into my hips, running her hands down her body as she slowly dropped down to the floor then back up. I looked up and realized Bella was about two feet from Edward. She reached behind her and wrapped her arms around my neck, grinding against me. I bit my lip to keep from smirking; I knew exactly what she was trying to do, so I looked back at Edward and saw him staring at us incredulously. I decided I needed to make it count, and ran my hands down her sides, then up her thighs, resting them on her hips and swaying mine with hers, never looking away from Edward. He was staring intensely at Bella, and from the looks of it, she was making eyes at him, too.
Edward's dancing was faltering and, miraculously, somebody else started grinding up on the other bitch, dragging her away from Edward. Bella dropped her hands from my neck and stepped in front of him, continuing her dancing. I backed away slowly with a grin, seeing the apprehension on Edward's face slowly disappear as she wrapped an arm around his waist, ground her hips into his, and he started moving along with her.
I hurried back to where Emmett, Ben and Angela were standing, gaping at them on the floor and laughed loudly, smacking Emmett's hand in a high five.
"And we have officially launched, mother fuckers."
End Notes: Muahaha. I know you're probably hating me for ending it there, aren't you? Review and let me know what you think! Lots of reviews might just get me to post chapter 8 faster... ;)