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A/N Hello my lovelies! Well let's get on with it here is the next chapter of Comedy of Romeo and Juliet...

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Disclaimer:

Me: I own twilight hahahahaha (shakes deeds to twilight in a manic fashion in the air, then runs and hides)

Edward: give it back.

Me: Never! (From hiding place)

Edward: this again... must we go through this every time...

Me: Yes! (Still from hiding place)

Edward: give it back please ... for me?

Me: fine (comes out of hiding place) your annoying you know that?

Edward: Yes I know

Me: but you're still hot

Edward: I know... go on say it, say it out loud...

Me: do you have to be so theatrical, god! Fine I don't own twilight but I do own this disclaimer *sigh* it'll have to do... for now... DUNDUNDUN...

Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision Well, maybe you should tie me up so I don't go where you don't want me You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat

Wo-o-o-ho-oh

You don't have to believe me But the way I, way I see it Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back Or break it, break it off Next time you point a finger... I'll point you to the mirror

Playing God - Paramore

EPOV

My mind was reeling as I left the auditorium, every now and again I would glance at bellas head, I couldn't understand what had gone through my head during class. That kiss I have to say was one of the best I'd ever had, not that I'd ever admit that out loud. James kept wittering in my ear about who knows what as I focused on the brown head of hair walking just in front of me. I couldn't understand it, I had kissed her the once, it was barely a kiss; yet, I couldn't help but want more. The second time around I kissed her to try and prove something to myself, prove what I was feeling was bullshit. It only made it worse.

The moment her lips touched mine, heat spread around my body giving me an overwhelming urge to pull and hold her to me, I didn't , my hands cupped her face pulling it slightly up to mine, trying to prolong the kiss for as long as I possibly could. It wasn't right, I wasn't supposed to be attracted to her; I was Edward Masen son of Elizabeth and Edward mason, wealthy socialites, and both successful doctors, my dad a surgeon and my mom a psychiatrist. I was supposed to follow in their footsteps and marry another wealthy socialite's daughter, who is also going to become doctor and follow in my parent's footsteps.

Bella swan, could not, should not and would not fit anywhere in those plans, however shitty they sounded to me, because I didn't get a say, well my parents liked to think I did but, they would just try and humour me when it came to the things I wanted from life. I rebel, of course I do, well I try to at least, Lauren Mallory being my most recent way to annoy my parents. Hell yes, she was rich, yes, she wasn't a complete eye sore, but the fact she wasn't going to become a doctor and didn't have many brain cells to rub together and was extremely affected, made my parents believe she was 'unsuitable'. Mainly this was because she had been going to beauty pageants since she was four years old, which meant from an early age she had perfected the art of turning her face orange and sporting a demented grin, flashing scary looking white teeth.

She also considered baton twirling a sport.

Personally I was glad to be a man, this way I wouldn't have to worry about things like make up, and tampon sizes.

This all bugged my parents to no end, which then in turn gave me endless pleasure watching them both squirm when either, or both of them, has a conversation with her. I never said anything untruthful to Lauren about our relationship I just didn't divulge information she didn't ask for, which would be most of it. She would always ask me "do your parents like me?" Fortunately for me she has the attention span of a gnat and would move on to another subject such as the person who has made the biggest "Fashion faux pa" of the week.

I carried on watching her unable to pull my eyes away so frustrated, I couldn't understand why just one kiss left her under my skin. Then she turned her eyes met mine for a fraction of a second until I was finally able to turn away when James nudged me.

"Edward man, what's got your panties in bunch?" James Hunter was also a "Trust fund baby" however, we both bonded over the mutual hatred of the high society lifestyle. In fact most of my freinds have that in common; it made things marginally easier at the parties we had to attend. Whilst my parents would mingle or dine with the rest of their stuck up freinds, we'd all go off together and form our own party separate from there's. Hey, it was the only way to cope with the boredom. Our group consisted of me and James (Obviously) Garrett, Laurent, Victoria (James's girlfriend), Demetri, Marcus and Felix. Lucky for me all of them bar Victoria where in theatre class so I wouldn't have to endure this torture alone.

"Panties? Really? I've never worn those in my life, I'm not entirely sure about you" he grinned at me. "But, to answer your question, nothing has my "panties" in a twist, I was just thinking." He raised a blond brow.

"Well don't hurt yourself; you looked like you were concentrating too hard, didn't want you to pop a vessel" I shot him a dirty look.

"Thanks" I muttered rolling my eyes.

"Oh before I forget, the party is at Marcus's tonight so we can all crash in his pool house whilst our parents gossip in the main house" his blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Sure, but, man this time, try not to bring Mandy or whoever your parents try to set you up with this time, I mean c'mon' Mandy was worse than Mrs Plaley." I sniggered, Mrs Plaley was one of the older women, who attended the high society functions, the woman has been married more times than I can count, a bit like Henry the eighth accept she didn't behead any of her husbands , well I hope she didn't. She never really did explain what happened to them. All of our freinds are convinced she wants a piece of James, we all find it hilarious, he, however, does not. She's always finding reasons to touch him, hey at least its one source of entertainment at these stupid functions.

"Funny, at least your parents don't disapprove of your girlfriend so much so they shove other girls underneath your nose at every function they attend." That was true, even when my parents did disapprove of a girlfriend they never felt the need to try and set me up with someone else or set me up with anyone for that matter. My love life was once place they didn't meddle in, they did, however, make their disapproval shown.

"Oh James such a lovely boy!" I mocked, mimicking, Mrs Plaley voice. "Such big biceps, do you workout? Oh do you have a girl friend? You must have a girlfriend, Oh molly you must feel this boys arms!" He merely scowled at me as I double over unable to stop laughing. He ran his hands through his blond hair shooting me death glares as we turn in opposite directions to head to next lesson.

"You wait!" he shouted, from down the hall he grinned. "You wait; you won't be laughing for long! It'll be you next!" I shuddered at the thought. "And, hey! I can't help it if I'm irresistible!" I snorted, cocky bastard. I shook my head grinning. "Oh, and say hi to Vic for me." I walked my way slowly to science class, pushing my way through the door silently so as not alert the teacher to my lateness. I slid into a lab table at the back on its own just behind Victoria. I patted my pocket searching for a pencil when I realised I didn't have one I leant forward and poked Victoria in the back of the head.

"Vic, lend me a pencil." I hissed her head shook, her thick red tresses moving side to side.

"Haven't got a pencil." She muttered, her voice quiet as her head switched from looking at her notebook to looking at the board slowly scrawling important notes off the board.

"Well then I need a pen." She sighed and I knew if I could see the front of her head she would be rolling her eyes.

"Fine. Just get it out my bag." She nudged her bag back, so it was within my grasp, I grinned.

"My mother told it was rude to go through a ladies bag." I teased, she huffed.

"Fine, your impossible." she grumbled, grabbed her bag and rifling through the depths of it plucking a few items out before uncovering a pen and passing it back to me. I always wondered what women kept in their bags they always had them clutched to their sides like safety rafts or something, like there holding government secrets in side it. It always amazed me the amount of stuff they can fit in them, my mom always seems to have everything with her in her handbag.

"Thanks Vic." I chuckled as she quickly flipped me off over her shoulder and went back to scribbling down notes from the board. He was one of the few people who knew she actually had a brain hidden beneath all of the hair she had on her head, she didn't act stupid, but people assumed that just because of who she hangs out with and the fact she is a debutant, not by choice I assure you, she is brain dead, which couldn't be further from the truth.

I carried on scribbling down notes aimlessly whilst the teacher droned on for the rest of the lesson about Golgi bodies and endoplasmic reticulum. At lunch I met up with James and the rest of the guys who grilled me on my performance in theatre class, I fobbed them off with excuses trying to change the subject, still not entirely sure myself what was going on in my head in the Bella department. Embarrassingly I did scan the room for her but I didn't find her ,although ,that could be because I was trying to be inconspicuous and trying to move my neck round so I could glance behind me, inadvertently gaining more attention than needed.

"Edward? Man, what's with the contortions? Your neck should not bend that way" Garrett shot me a "what the fuck?" look raising both his eyebrows. I just flipped him off unable to come up with either a witty remark or a plausible excuse as to why I was trying to bend my neck in ways that weren't humanely possible. After the 'incident' I managed to get through the rest of the day relatively unscathed.

By the time last class had started rain had began to pour, I ran to my car as fast as I could and climbed in turned the key in the ignition to let a blast of warm air fill the car I sighed and lent back, no need to put off the inevitable. Putting my foot to the peddle the car peeled out of the lot and drove towards my own private prison. Meandering up a long mud track, tall trees lining the edges, reaching the end my parents three story town house came into view, the white wash bricks with some of the old style paint work and old structure.

From the outside you can just about see the outlines of the long red and gold curtains hanging in the windows on the first floor. Looking from the outside anyone would be baffled as to why I hated it so much even more so when they walk inside but for me it was my own personal hell I hated being rich it meant you had so many social obligations. One pet peeve of mine had to be the furniture in the house, we had so many useless pointless pieces of furniture wouldn't either use nor sit, put your feet upon nor lean upon because they was so many years old and may possible break into lots of little pieces if you dared use it. So as you can see it's my life's dream to be surrounded by useless objects I can never use.

I have pointed it out to my mom many times but she just snapped at me saying it was art I just chimed in and told her chairs were made to be sat on not stared at. She just sighed shook her head and gave me that look that she specifically reserved for me in situations like these. Turning off the engine, I shuffled into the house reluctantly and as quietly as possible, flinching when I stepped on the creakiest old floorboard I could find.

"Edward!" a pause "Edward?" I could hear the sound of my mom shuffling about upstairs "Edward is that you?" My mom had her own clinic and saw a set amount of patients a day so her working day ended a lot early than my dad's did which could end at three in the afternoon or even three in the morning depending on the amount of patients he had to see and whether he was working the night shift.

"No... It's the Easter bunny." I sighed "Who else would it be?" I heard her sigh as the distinctive sound of her clacking heels followed her down the stairs.

"I want none of your lip Edward Anthony" she snapped shooting me "the look". Ooh she pulled out the middle name, she's using the big guns tonight. I just rolled my eyes at my mothers whose dark brown hair was pushed up in a dozen curlers on top her head, which bounced as she walked towards me. Her bright green eyes narrowed as she placed her hands on her hips and studied me "Get ready Edward we need to be at the Romano's at six!" I shook my head, turned around and started towards the kitchen when she called me again. "Be ready Edward I'm warning you!"

"Yes mother" I rolled my eyes, reaching the kitchen I dumped my bag on the black granite work top, going to the huge fridge and digging around for something to eat before we leave. Grabbing the spaghetti and the pasta sauce and began making myself a bowl of pasta leaning against the work surface as the pasta boiled away in the saucepan.

"Edward!" I looked up, a short woman wearing a black maid's outfit with a white pinafore, bustled in shaking her head. "Edward, honestly I still do not understand why you insist on making your meals every day. I would have done that for you!" Grace scolded, Grace has been our maid, and like a second mother to me, for ten years. My mom used to have a hell of a time finding a good maid, then we found Grace, and she stuck, she's like family, but, she can never understand why I choose to make my own meals when that's part of what she's paid for.

"You know how I like to be self sufficient!" I grinned at her that was partly true, it never felt right being waited on hand and foot especially by grace, even if it was what we were paying her for. She smiled softly at me and shook her head; grace had tanned skin and light brown hair pulled up into a ponytail, her warm dark eyes looking up at me. Walking past me to the stove and turning the heat down on the pasta, she patted my shoulder.

"Let me take care of this, you go get ready for the party cariño" I opened my mouth to protest. "No, now go, your mother won't be very happy if you're not ready in time to leave, you know how your mother gets, don't you." I chuckled and nodded, there would be no arguing with her. As I walked towards the door I leant down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks Grace" she nodded at me and smiled returning to work over the stove. As soon as I got to my bedroom I lay down on my bed knowing I wouldn't need long to get ready, but as soon as I let my mind wander it came back to Bella again and to the kiss, she was under my skin and it annoyed the hell out of me, what was so special about her that she got to me like this? Just tell me what cause' I don't have a clue. I've never really spoke to her before today, I mean there's been conversations in passing, and it would be a miracle in a school that small not to at the very least know what her name is.

Shaking these thoughts from my head I jumped in the shower and let the warm water push away any thoughts I had of Bella to the back of my mind. Once I came out I towel dried my hair, forgoing the brushing and pulled on my function suit a navy blue shirt, black slacks and blazer with uncomfortable dress shoes and a black tie to finish the ensemble off. Tugging at my tie and running a hand through my hair, I walked back down to the kitchen and grace gave me my dish of pasta, I sat at the work surface and slowly poked at a few pieces and placed them in my mouth, I finished off my pasta in peace then was accosted by my parents, my dad asking the general how was school questions, then we were out the door.

My parents were both dressed in their best formal attire, my mom in a knee length green dress and my dad in a similar suit to mine. My dad and I looked a lot alike if you discount our eyes, my eyes where all from mom, his hair was the same shade of reddish brown that mine is and we both have the same face shape. My freinds say I'm looking into the face of my future; the furthest into the future I want to look into is what I'm going to have for breakfast tomorrow morning. The future is uncertain, well, actually mines pretty certain but that's what scares me the most, a lot of people think I'm so lucky I have so many options and doors open to me.

The way I see it, there's only one door and I'm being pushed through it.

We pulled up at Marcus's house and rang the large brass doorbell, the door opened to reveal the Romano's maid Sophie. Sophie was average height; weight had white blond hair and warm dark eyes she wasn't much older than me.

"Mr and Mrs. Masen, Edward," she smiled "Come in, Caryn, Piero, Alessandra and Marcus are all in the main dining room just go on through!" she moved out of the door way and held it open until we all passed through. We turned into the dining, and slowly made our way through the different groups of people until we reached the main dining room. Caryn and piero, Marcus's parents, were talking with James parents, whilst Marcus and James stood off to the side leaning against the wall.

"Edward!" I turned to face the direction the little voice had come from and was hit by a small person whose arms wrapped my waist, I grinned and chuckled.

"Hey Lissy." Alessandra was Marcus's little sister, her dark blue eyes smiled up at me, I crouched down to her level, at six foot three I was over two feet taller than her. I had always had a soft spot for Lissy, I wouldn't have minded a little sister of my own, not that I'd ever ask for one, I didn't like to think that my parents still did that sort of thing and if they did I was glad to be kept in the dark. She grinned up at me tugging at the thick bow around her knee length navy dress. "How are you doing?"

"I'm really good." Her grin turned shy and she bit her lip. "I have a boyfriend!" she chirped.

"A boyfriend eh? So, who's the lucky guy?" she pointed to a skittish looking boy with brown hair and wide blue eyes, not a lot taller than her, who was eyeing me nervously from the corner of the room where he stood awkwardly wringing his hands. I felt sorry for the poor sod; Marcus was a bit over protective when it came to Lissy. You could tell it was innocent anyway, I mean c'mon what is the worst a couple of eight year olds could get up too? "What's his name?"

"Daniel." She grinned at him, he smiled softly at her, he looked at little confused as if he didn't know completely what was going on. He kept tugging at his suit and tight looking uncomfortable and nervous.

"Well then, you tell him that one, I don't bite because he looks a little scared right now" She giggled, I grinned. "And two that I will bite if he hurts you and I'm sure the same goes with your brother." She just rolled her eyes at me. "Hey! No one hurts you and gets away with it."

"Edward!" she groaned.

"Anyway, speaking of your brother, I think him and James are waiting for me, I'll see you later. Kay midget?" I said looking over at Marcus who kept throwing me looks every now and again. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"I'm not a midget!"

"Well compared to me you are!" I grinned. "Don't forget to give him my message, you know where to find me if he gives you any trouble." She giggled and shoved my shoulder playfully; I leant forward and gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. Her nose scrunched up as she wiped at her cheek with the back of her hand, her two cheeks pink.

"Ewww!" I ruffled her hair.

"See ya later Lissy" she grinned at me and gave me a wave as she bounded off back towards Daniel, poor kid, doesn't know what he's getting himself into. I walked over to Marcus and James who were both eyeing me curiously.

"Your sisters got a boyfriend you know" I said casually as I joined them leaning against the wall, I nodded towards the happy couple, Lissy stood there curling her black hair round her little fingers as she grinned. Marcus's eyes flashed, James got a look of his expression and laughed.

"C'mon man!" he laughed patting Marcus on the shoulder, he shrugged him off but it didn't deter James. "Really how much damage can those two do?" Marcus just shot him a glare his blue eyes (identical to his sisters) narrowing, running a hand through his black hair, yet still James ploughed on. "I mean, yeah, whilst she this age you've got nothing to worry about, but, man when she gets older she be fighting guys off with a stick!"

"Yeah and ill help her." He muttered darkly, eyeing Daniel menacingly.

"C'mon man, are you ever going to be cool with her having a boyfriend?" I nudge him and he grunted, still glaring daggers into the back of Daniels head.

"Yeah. When she's sixty." He growled, Daniel turned round and saw Marcus glaring at him, his eyes widened, I don't think I've ever seen a kid so scared in my life.

"Marcus, man, lay off look at him" I gestured towards the boy who at first had looked skittish but he know looked down right terrified, he was as white as a sheet and shaking like a leave, blinking rapidly. "You're going to make him pee his pants in the middle of your dining room." James guffawed with laughter her beside us as, Lissy, finally cottoning on to what was going on, turned away from Daniel and shot Marcus and really evil looking glare, damn, she was scary for an eight year old.

"Away, everyone's waiting for us in the conservatory." James said pushing away from the wall, Marcus still didn't budge. "Look your parent are watching them and their nine there not gonna start doing the dirty on the table, if you walk away for one second are they?" I just shot James a look, as Marcus turned on James.

"What the hell man! You are such a pervert!

"That's really not helping!" I hissed.

"Hey." He said holding both his hands up surrender. "It's true!" as you can see James can bit a bit crass, okay, more than a bit.

"Fine, but if so much as puts a wrong finger on her, then he loses his hands" I rolled my eyes he can be so melodramatic.

"Right, fine, we all will, all the guys will come back and bludgeon him with some candle sticks in the library" I elbowed him as me and James started towards the conservatory, he just stood there looking at me incredulously, he shook his head and caught up with us.

"Fine." He grumbled.

"I was kidding you realise..." I trailed off raising a brow.

"Ruin all my fun" he muttered sarcastically. We pushed our way through crowds of people, until we got to the conservatory where every was lying across the various pieces of furniture placed around the room. I took of my jacket and tie and rolled up my sleeves and un-tucked my shirt undoing the top button of my button down allowing myself to finally breath. For the last time my thoughts drifted back to Bella and what she might be doing right now, but, I just shrugged it off and grabbed a beer off the coffee table in the centre of the room.

A/N I hope you enjoyed the chapter! :D I was actually surprised I got it out when I did I've been so busy the past week. But I got a rush of inspiration and my fingers ran away with me this wasn't actually the way I planned this chapter to go its better :D which is always good!

Just a quick note! From now on I'll send reviewers sneak peeks of the next chapter and reply to reviews through the review reply email system thing it takes up too much space doing it in the actual chapter and makes life a lot easier!

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