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This is an early update because I'm really excited and happy with the feedback I got from the first chapter.
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and followed the story!
There weren't any questions for the first chapter so looks like it makes sense so far.
Just to let you know, this story will be mostly from Bella's point of view but there might be some chapters that show Edward's point of view.
Also, thank you to my beta, EdwardsFirstKiss, for taking the time to polish up my story.
I'm going to shut up now lol. See you at the bottom. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight.
Chapter 2 - Whiskey
BPOV
"That guy was totally checking me out. Bella? Do you know how much I loooove you? Oh my god. Your hair smells sooo good. Like strawberries," Alice giggled.
"Shut up, Alice. I knew this is what would happen. You're really drunk. We should leave. And it's almost 1am. I. Need. To. Go. Home."
"Okaaay, Bella. Bel-la. Bel-laaa. I like your name."
"Alice!"
"Ugh, fine. Just five more minutes. I love this song sooo much!" she screamed as she walked towards the dance floor.
I hate you, Alice.
Well I don't hate her. Alice is like my younger sister. She's not that young, just a couple months younger than me.
I came to New York 5 years ago and well, I met Alice Brandon. She asked me to move in with her and her grandma in their apartment and I happily agreed.
Besides, it was a nice place and right across from the university I was going to.
We've been there for each other since the day we've met. We went to university together, got our first tattoos together (it hurt so fucking much) and we went clubbing together for our first time.
And since we don't have siblings, we just have each other in New York. Alice's parents died in a car crash when she was 16. Her grandma raised and took care of her after that.
Grandma Brandon lives in London now so we barely see her, but she's a nice old lady.
As for my parents-
Shit. Good timing, Dad.
My phone vibrated as I got a text from my dad.
Bells, I got your voicemail. Where are you? I called home but you weren't answering so I thought you were busy. –Dad
Hi Dad. Yeah, sorry. I'm kinda busy right now. With Alice. –Bella
Ok. Well, I just wanted to say that it's about time you got a job. Finally. –Dad
Dad, don't start again. –Bella
Well actually your mother and I wanted to congratulate you. I'll call you next week though to make sure everything's okay. We're proud of you. –Dad
Thanks. Don't worry, Dad. I'm not a kid anymore. –Bella
I'm your Dad. It's my job to check up on you. Especially when you're on the other side of the country. Besides you're still my little Bella. –Dad
Yeah, yeah. I know. –Bella
Still got the pepper spray handy? –Dad
YES, DAD! Look, I'm busy. And I think I'm going to come home next month for mom's birthday. Talk to you later, ok? –Bella
Ok. And I know what 'ttyl' means. You don't have to spell it out. I'm not that old. –Dad
Haha. I love you, Dad. xx -Bella
'Ily' too, Bells. Take care or should I say 'tc'? –Dad
Shut up haha. You're not cool. Bye, Grandpa. xx –Bella
I turned my phone off and sighed.
I had enough of Dad for one day.
I looked at Alice, who was grinding with a cute guy.
I sighed again.
Someone standing beside me chuckled.
"You look really happy to be here," he said.
I turned my head to look at him.
He's cute. Brown hair. Blue eyes. And he had a really big smile.
"I'm Emmett," he said, holding his huge hand out for me to shake.
"Oh?," I said surprised, as I shook his hand.
Oh? That's all ya got Bella?
"Oh? You're name's Oh? Well hi, Oh. Pleasure to meet you."
Shit. His eyes sparkle AND HE HAS DIMPLES!
"Huh? Oh..um, no. I'm Bella. Sorry," I said, blushing.
"Hi, Bella. I'm just messing with you. You're blushing," he grinned.
"Yeah well if you knew me you would know I do that a lot," I said, laughing nervously.
"I want to get to know you," he smiled.
"Why?"
"Because you're cute and seem nice."
"Nice? Noooo. I'm really mean," I said, putting a fake angry face on.
"And you're funny," he chuckled.
"Really?" I raised my eyebrow.
"Yes, Bella. Can I take you out for lunch sometime?" he asked.
"No, sorry. I just got a new job so I know I'm going to be too busy so I can't. Plus, I don't go out to lunch with strangers," I smiled.
"Strangers? I think you can put me in the 'Friends' category now," he smirked.
"Maybe there's still hope for you in the future. Maybe, I don't want to put you in the 'Friends' category," I flirted back.
"Then what category do you want to put me in, Bella?," he whispered leaning in.
I wanted to kiss him, but no. I can't. I need to go home now!
"Bye, Emmett," I grinned, walking away.
I turned around to look at him. He was smiling and looking right back at me. I smiled back.
I quickly turned around to look ahead right when a tall figure bumped into me.
And dumped their drink all over my dress. ALICE'S DRESS!
I looked down with wide eyes at Alice's short, black dress which was now covered in whiskey.
I found my voice and yelled "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Can't you walk? Or are you just plain stupid? Shit! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Stupid?" he yelled back.
"Yeah, stupid!"
"You're the one who bumped into me. Maybe you should watch where you're going. Or are you blind? Crazy bitch!" he yelled.
My mouth opened wide.
Did he just call me a crazy bitch?
Fucking asshole!
I pushed my hair out of my face to look at him right in the eye and give him a piece of my mind.
I looked up and kept looking and looking and looking…
He was the definition of perfection. Like holy fucking shit. How could someone look so fucking perfect?! Green eyes. Bronze hair. And a sexy jaw that I wanted to lick. He was a sex god and I wanted to worship him 24/7.
But he was the same guy who called you a crazy bitch, Bella. Get it together!
Shit. I almost forgot about that. Almost.
Fuck. But his lips were just Oh. My. God.
I shot my eyes up to his only to notice that he was looking back at me with a smirk.
Asshole.
He knew what I was thinking.
He knew the effect he had on me and probably every woman.
Conceited asshole.
Just as I was about to say something an arm wrapped around my shoulders.
"Hey, Eddie! I see you've meet Bella," Emmett said.
I glared at him. At Eddie.
Who the fuck name's their kid Eddie?
"What's wrong?" Emmett asked Eddie with a worried expression.
Eddie snorted, "This crack bitch dropped my drink all over me."
Crack bitch?
I've had enough of this prick.
I raised my hand and slapped his left cheek. Hard.
Fuck you, Eddie. Fuck you.
A/N
I hope you liked this chapter!
Next chapter should be up by next week if you guys are lucky maybe even sooner ;)
So how'd you guys like Eddie and Emmett? Do you guys think Bella was right to slap Eddie or no?
Bella's dad was also introduced a bit.
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Thank you for reading. xoxo
Until next time,
Cher.
