Chapter 02

EPOV

"Jessica fucking Stanley" I grumbled to myself. "Her and her goddamn '85 Ford Escort." What a fucking heap. I have told her again and again that this hunk of junk is not worth fixing, but noooo the fucking whore has to drive the sloremoblie with her stupid dog that she dresses in Frou Frou clothes. "Hey Bitch, it's a fucking dog, not a child," though I would feel sorry for any child of that skanks.

I've told the slore that, when the engine in this heap blows up I will not fix it. The money she has spent on this cancerous clunker could have bought her a new car. I'm seriously toying with the idea of draining the engine oil and letting the fucker blow up while she drives around town with her inbred child, oops I mean dog.

Anyway, as I'm working on the heap I can't help think about what my brother Emmett says about the skank and the sloremobile. Em thinks that the ho has a crush on me and damages the thing on purpose, which is why she gives me a look like I killed her best friend when I tell her it's time to put the heap out of it's misery.

I am beginning to think he is right. There is a large cut in one of the hoses, it looks like someone cut it with a knife. When I pointed this out to Messica, she shrugged her shoulders and snapped her gum. She gives dumb blondes a bad name. Yeah, I think I'm gonna drain the oil. Not really, but a guy can dream, right?

The conversation I had with her this morning is still on my mind. I realize now I have to cut her off as a customer. No matter how many times I have politely tried to tell her I am not interested she doen't get the hint.

"EDDIE!" I hear the slore screech while she teeters on heels she has no busniess wearing. They make her look like a 42nd street slut.

Grinding my teeth, I reply "My name is Edward not Eddie, Eddiekins, Eddiepoo or even Ed."

"Sorry Eddie." The dumb twat waffle answers. I want to bang my head, no make it her head on the nearest wall.

"What seems to be the problem Miss Stanley?" I ask knowing that I will get some long convoluted answer.

"Oh Eddiekins, I was driving Smootchie here to her pet spa appointment when I saw white stuff coming out from under the thingy on the front of my precious Essie." The moron then holds up her hairy rodent that is dressed just like her and says, "Isnt that right Smoochie coochie goochie?

Where is that wall when I need it? First the white stuff is steam you fool and it's a God damn car not a precious Essie.

I assume Essie is short for Escort though I doubt she knows how to pronounce Escort so the dumb bitch made up a name.

Next thing I know Slore has put the dog back in the car and is trying to shove her fake tits in my face.

"Eddie, what do you say to taking me out tonight, I have something you might like." She tries to giggle when she is talking but it comes out like she is trying not to vomit.

"Sorry Miss Stanley, but I already have plans for tonight and for any other night you might ask." She is so fucking stupid she thinks that I actually know what I have planned in the future.

"Oh that's okay Eddiepoo, I know you have plans you always do but I figured that I could ask anyway since the only plans I ever have are with Smoochie, and she hides from me a lot."

I don't blame the thing for hiding, I would too. "Well Miss Stanley, go ahead and call your mom for a ride and I will have your car fixed for tomorrow." After another few minutes of fake tits and that poor dog, the Mess finally leaves.

As usual, when I'm doing minor tasks my mind wanders and I think of her. It's been years, since the summer between high school graduation and college. We both agreed that it would be too hard to keep up a long distance relationship. I was was going to UDUB to major in business, I planned on coming back to Forks and to Wheeler's garage to buy old man Wheeler out. She had her own dreams. I completed four years of college in two and a half years. I had a full schedule and on weekends I came back to Forks to help out old man Wheeler. There was no time for relationships. My first few months at UDUB were spent in a haze of classes and depression. I missed her, when I wasn't in class or studying I was in a funk I couldn't seem to bring myself out of.

My brother Em came to the rescue and I use that term lightly. After he kicked my ass and told me I needed to be having fun, I pulled myself up and dusted off. I went to the other extreme.

Though I kept up with my classes and my 4.0 GPA, my nights and the time I was not at Wheeler's were spent in a drunken man whoring haze. Wasted every night, a different woman too. I had my wake up call about three months later. I woke up in a strange bed next to a red head, they were either red heads or blondes, never ever brunettes. The brown haired girls reminded me too much of her and I couldn't tarnish her that way. So there I was in a strange bed, next to a red head whose name I didn't know, with no fucking clue how I got there. I put my clothes on and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the used condom in the trash. I snuck out the door, doing my on walk of shame. I couldn't help think I was just like him, the no account drunk asshole of a man I tried to protect her from that summer.

I was brought out of my internal musings by the shop's phone ringing.

A few minutes later Em came out of the office.

"Hey Edward!" He bellowed. "There is a breakdown out on the 101 about an hour from here. Can you take it?"

I shrugged.

"I can't do it bro, Rosie has class tonight and I have to watch the rug rats." Em explained.

"That's fine Em," I told him. "Just let me clean up a bit and I'll go."

After washing up, I lit a smoke and grabbed my leather jacket. Jumping into the tow truck. I yelled at Em, "Kiss my nieces for me and say hi to Rose." With a one finger salute, I was off.

Driving down the 101, I got lost in thoughts of her again. I have stalked her face book page, never having the ballsto send a friend request. See I was never sure how she felt about me. Her face lit up like the sun when she would see me, but I wrote that off to me getting her away from the asshole. Now I spent most of my time either at the garage or at the local watering hole. I'm starting to realize she ruined me for other women.

After about an hour of my internal musings, I see a 98 Toyota Corolla on he side of the road, flashers on and a white rag on the antenna. Smart person I think.

Jumping out of the truck I see the driver and do a double take.

"HOLY SHIT!" "FUCK ME RUNNING!" It's her! Isabella (Bella to my friends) Swan.

"FLASHBACK"

I was out for the day coming back to Forks after running some errands in Port Angeles. Low and behold on the side of road was Bella Swan and her Jetta. "Must have broke down again." I thought and being the good guy I am, insert snicker here, I pulled over to help her out. It had nothing to do with the fact that I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, or that she had a set of tits I wanted to sink my teeth into or legs that seemed to go on forever. We didn't run with the same crowd in High School, though I knew Bella didn't run with any crowd. She was too busy covering for and taking care of the town drunk. Her father, ex chief of police, Charlie "the loser" Swan.

"Car won't start?" I asked stupidly. I was too busy trying not to stare at her lovely tits.

Ah, there goes the trademark Swan bitch brow. Fiddling around under the cars hood I checked the oil and asked when the last time she had it changed. I think she answered me but all I heard was "Wah wah wah...wah wahhhh." I was too caught up in those long legs and that ass.

OH that ass in those Daisy Dukes.

Yeah I know what Daisy Dukes are, so sue me.

Those legs, fuck those legs. All I could see were those legs wrapped around me while I fucked her hard against a wall.

Need to get away before I do something stupid.

"I'm going to go to Wheeler's and get the tow truck," I said, She just looked at me.

"You stay here." I ordered.

I would love to order her, on a menu so I could throughly eat her, or to suck my cock. Maybe I could pick one from column A and one from column B. HMMM TASTY.

"END FLASHBACK"

So here I am again, several years later, MY Bella broken down on the side of the road. I come riding in my stealhorse to save the day.

"WAIT," I mumbled. "Did I just call her MY Bella?"