'Only three more flights, only three more flights, only three more flights…'

These stairs hate me.

Or maybe it's me that isn't too fond of them… Either way I know for a fact that my fat ass will hardly stay intact with all this exercise and that would be a true loss. I also know that my landlord will be getting an earful about the current status of the buildings elevator.

After speed walking, through the shit known as "rain" but felt like a tsunami from the sky, for twenty minutes I have finally almost reached my apartment. Just in time to be considered a no show to the party I planned. And after the numerous texts that I received, threatening me to "get here or die", I'm sure it will be a warm welcome.

I knew basically what to expect when I finally got there, a lot of shit. Emmett would make a comment, or fifty. Then Rose would be right at his side with some of her own. Alice would find it all hilarious, occasionally throwing in her two cents, and I would respond in kind. But that's how our group was, full of jokes, rude comments, and snarky responses and I wouldn't trade it for the world.

I met them all at various points in my life and collected them into the abnormal, slightly dysfunctional family that I know and love today.

Despite my "friends" willingness to murder me, I can only walk so fast. With nothing better to do my mind was on a constant loop of the encounter with the gorgeous green eyed stranger; I just couldn't get him out of my mind. And to be honest I was pissed and honored at the same time. I didn't want to think about someone so rude that I had barley met so much and yet his soul capturing green eyes had me mesmerized all over again.

Step, rudeness.

Step, shouting.

Step, green eyes.

Step, strong arms.

Step, cheekbones.

Step, beautiful man.

Step, him.

It seemed to become a song that wouldn't leave my head

To avoid showing up not only late but also drenched in sweat, I removed my rain coat and took a second to lean on the railing and catch my breath.

While catching my breath someone crashed into me from behind.

"What the fuck!" A masculine voice shouted, sounding slightly out of breath.

Everything slowed down as I stumbled forward on the steps. My purse, umbrella and coat flew out my hands and scattered down the steps. I caught myself just in time to watch whatever he was carrying fall beside me and burst open.

The whatever was beer. He had beer with him. Now that beer was soaking both of us in its lovely sent.

After my moment of shock, I quickly grabbed the six pack of beer and threw it over the railing to the stairs below.

"Oh my god," I shrieked, "Great!"

I felt myself becoming angrier by the second as I began to get up. I took a moment to survey the damage.

My hair was soaked to the point that it was dripping everywhere. My makeup surely did not survive the attack, and heaven knows I will have to change my clothes.

In short I'm covered in beer. What else can go wrong? It's like the universe doesn't want me at this party whatsoever.

I let my eyes slowly take in whoever ruined my outfit. He had dark wash slim jeans that fit him just right, especially now that they were soaked to a body hugging degree, a light unzipped rain coat, and a lovely black t-shirt. The t-shirt became lovelier as I watched him catch his breath. He had abs for days ladies and oh my god how I wanted to lick the beer off of them. He looked like a chiselled Greek statue come to life.

"Whoa, holy batman…" I mumbled to myself. Attractive didn't begin to describe him.

"Fuck as if I'm not late enough!" He said to himself.

'Exactly my thoughts stranger,' I thought to myself.

Finally I tore my eyes away from his gorgeous body and looked at him. I was face to face caught in a murderous stare with my gorgeous green eyed saviour.

"You again!" I gasped.

"Oh great," He mumbled, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Excuse me? I was going to my apartment!"

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know you lived in the stairwell!"

"What?!"

"Well you appear to have made yourself at home here!" He spat, gesturing with his hand to my things that had spilled out at the bottom of the flight.

"Excuse me?" I said with enough venom to put down an elephant. "You're the one who so rudely crashed into me! Now I've got beer all over me!"

"I wouldn't have if you didn't stop in the middle of the stairs! And in case you didn't notice I also have beer all over me!" He shouted back. His eyes were burning with rage, he looked like steam was about to come out of his beautiful ears.

Wait beautiful ears? Did that shit just came out of my brain?

"Oh whatever! Maybe you should look where you're fucking going!" I hissed, shoving my way past him on my way down the stairs to get my things together.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry! I didn't expect there to be a blockade in the stairwell! Fuck now I have to change, Jesus I'm never going to hear the end of this!" He said this mainly to himself but all the hatred and blame was still pointed at yours truly.

"I was catching my breath…" I mumbled to myself as I shoved things in my purse like it was there fault I had the attributes of a homeless person.

"God dammit all to hell!" He seethed as he stormed past me.

"Yeah fuck you too buddy," I shouted after him, "No its okay I don't need any help!"

"Good!" He shouted back at me, "Fucking bitch…" He added just loud enough for me to hear.

After cursing him multiple times in my head, I had all my things together and began the mad dash up to my apartment.

Finally my door was within sight and I could only pray that I would slip in unnoticed; though all too quickly I found that all eyes were on me.

"Wow!" Emmet all but shouted as he held back his laughter. "Jesus Bells did you roll your way here?" He questioned as his phone went off.

"So funny Emmett!" I replied with as much sarcasm as possible. He just gave me a big grin over his shoulder as he went off to talk to whoever was on the line.

"What the hell happened to you?" Rosalie questioned making her way over but soon stopped in her tracks, "Whoa Bella you reek! I didn't think your job was that bad!"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I mean I've heard of drinking on the job but bathing in alcohol? It's a little much sweetie." She explained walking to the bathroom.

"Thanks Rose." I said with an extreme lack of enthusiasm.

She reappeared a moment later with a towel and Alice.

"Holy crap," She said giggling, "I thought Rose was joking!"

"Thanks," I said grabbing the towel from her adding, "Yeah whatever you birthday bitch."

After what felt like the most awkward few minutes of my life, standing there in front of all my friends, smelling like I did and no one was saying a word. I had finally gotten most of the moisture out of my hair and looked up at the amazingly silent Alice hoping she didn't take me seriously when I called her a bitch. As soon as our eyes met I knew that it was over.

I saw her with her hands covering her mouth and shoulders shaking.

Then finally she couldn't hold back anymore. Alice was in full hysterics and soon had the whole room joining right along with her, even me.

"Okay seriously, what happened?" She finally asked after a solid five minutes of laughing.

So with as much rage as I could manage I told them about the rude man who seemed to be out to get me. I left out the part of him being the most attractive guy on the planet, again attractive didn't begin to describe him;

Saving that information for when it was just me and the girls.

"Holy crap, I'm surprised you didn't punch him!" Rose said.

"That's not very 'me'… That's more 'you'," I said gesturing to each of us.

"Yeah, you're totally right!"

"I know I am, and now I would love to shower this day off so if you'll all excuse me…" I said as I walked by the party to the bathroom.

So let me put it this way, I looked like a raccoon had a kid with a human. I am surprised that anyone managed to stop laughing at the sight of me. With a final laugh at my reflection I got in the shower and washed away the day. The only thought I had about the fact that I still didn't know his name…

And so my song began again;

Step, rudeness.

Step, shouting.

Step, green eyes.

Step, strong arms.

Step, cheekbones.

Step, beautiful man.

Step, him.