Chapter 2

Edward's Point of View

Hold the fuck up. Was there sign on me that said "Personal Bitch"? Or did I not receive the memo? When I asked her name I already knew who she was. I just expected her to be some ugly little troll. But I couldn't get involved, not with a spoiled brat like her.

For some unknown reason I did what she said, and got her suitcase. I bought it into the guest room, where I saw her perched on the desk sitting cross legged. She pointed to the bed, but she had her hand like I was supposed to get on my knees and politely kiss her.

"On the bed please." She said. More like demanded though. She had taken off her shoes, and neatly put them away next to her on the desk. She hopped off and observed the room.

"I'm going to have to redecorate this room." She said shaking her head in disappointment. I did the same. Because my sister and her best friend Rose decorated it down to a T. it was white, with a green and white bed spread. It was simple, but Alice didn't want to overdo it, she didn't know Isabella after all.

I put her crap on the bed and turned to leave. She grabbed my forearm (really fucking hard by the way) and asked if I was going to give her a tour.

"My sister is in the basement you can ask her yourself" that came off a little rude for my liking, but I was in pain. And she was annoying me.

"Well. I need my beauty sleep…. You'll just show me tomorrow." She pushed me out of the room and closed the door in my face. Bitch.

I went downstairs in the basement to tell Emmett, Alice, and Jasper all about our new bitchy house guest. I mean Jasper doesn't live here, but he's here practically 24/7. Emmett and Jasper were playing some shit, on the Xbox, and Alice was playing darts.

"Who was at the door?" Alice said, while throwing the dart.

"Isabella" I said, taking one of her darts and throwing it. She stopped throwing, and turned around getting all excited. Before she started verbally raping me with her questions I told her, to stay away.

"She's not at all what you expected Alice; she's a bitch." Alice was surprised, and so was I. I never called females a bitch; well… I never branded one as a bitch.

"Well, does she at least dress ok, because I can't have someone living here, looking like trailer trash." She said.

"Trailer trash?" I said. "Her 'casual' cloths probably consist of $500 shoes, and $3,000 dollar wife beaters."

"Is she hot?" called Jasper; Alice threw a dart at him, and cursed under her breath.

"Yeah she's hot…smoking hot… But a bitch."

I said my goodnights and went to my room, feeling remorse because my room was right next to hers.

It was about 4 in the morning, when I woke up to a sound that was utterly annoying. I got up… annoyed, and threw on some pants. I followed the noise, and found myself in the kitchen.

"Will I get tetanus from drinking out of this blender?" she asked. I didn't even make a noise but she still managed to know I was there without even a glance in my direction. She turned off the blender and turned to me.

"What are you doing? Making noise. While people. Are sleeping?" I asked, getting aggravated, by the minute.

"Well if you haven't noticed. I'm very hot and skinny; do you think I just sit on my ass all day? Um no so I have to do what I got to do In order to fit in my designer cloths." She huffed. She threw her smoothie down the drain, and turned to face me.

"I'm going for a run I'll be back in 3 hours." She went to the door and slammed it. I might be going on a limb here, but I think she has anger issues.

I couldn't go to sleep so I decided to relax, and at 6 start making breakfast for 8. Because Jasper probably slept here; and Rose didn't like to be alone for a long period of time. At around 5 minutes to 6 the doorbell rang. I knew it was Rose so I opened the door without looking through the peephole. Unfortunately it was the devils reincarnation.

I sighed, "I thought you wouldn't be back until 7." I said

"There's only so much places you can run in this piece of shit town." She said getting annoyed. She pushed past me and went upstairs. About 6:30 I had the table set. It was perfection.

"Where the hell is the shower." She said coming down the stairs, in just a towel. If I didn't hate her so much I would've been attracted too her. She was probably a walking talking wet dream.

"3 doors from the right of your room" I said

"Do you all share the same bathroom." She said in disgust.

"No, there's 4 more throughout the whole house." I said with an attitude

"Well don't get all pissy… maybe if you had givin' me a tour of the damn house we wouldn't be having this conversation." She did have a point, but I wasn't giving her the satisfaction of being correct. She turned and left the room. Thank god.

When I was done cooking Rose had come over, and everyone was up except for Jasper. An hour and a half later, and this chick was still in the shower. When everyone was seated that's when Isabella decided to come downstairs…in her towel, still wet making water from her skin drip everywhere.

"Good morning everybody!" she said in a cheery voice. She was more deceiving than she looked.

"Would you like some breakfast." My mother asked. Isabella looked at it in disgust, but quickly covered it with a smile.

"Um no thanks, maybe later." She said still smiling.

"Renee told me a lot about you" Isabella said. "Your Esmeralda right?"

"Esme, for short, and these are my children. Emmett, Edward, and Alice." My mother said. She went around the table and shook everyone's hand while giving me a death glare.

"And these are the neighbors, Rosalie, and her brother Jasper" she continued. Isabella shook more hands, and introduced herself as Isabella Marie Swan, but Bella for short. She excused herself, and stole a piece of toast off of my plate discreetly.

When I was done I went up to my room, but paused in front of Bella's door. I knocked

"Enter." A sweet voice said I entered.

"Oh it's just you…so which one are you Emmett or Edward?" she asked bored.

"Edward"

"Ok Ed… you could leave now"

"Alright Bella." I turned to leave but she stopped me.

"Ok so my boxes are coming today. I need you to get them from the door, and color coordinate the cloths inside of them, then put them in the closet from, darkest to brightest." She gave me a sheet with a color wheel on it. And the worst part was. She was dead ass.

"Why can't you do it?" I asked

"Because I have to go to the Home depot in Seattle"

"There's one right here in Port Angeles." I almost screamed

"No Ed I want to go to Home Depot… not Hoe Depot… the M is missing, and there's graffiti all over the place. God you're so stupid." I ignored her comment and went to look for my mother. She was in her room sitting on her bed.

"That Bitch has got to go.