Hey, so this is the second part. Well yeah, I think it's O.K... But what do you guysies think? I appreciate constructive criticism...

I quickly helped my newest victim up while apologizing over and over again, "Oh my Carlisle" (lol, kidding!) "Oh, I'm so sorry, here, let me help you up."

I thought it was another one of my roommate's friends and I was in a hurry to get to my job waiting tables at the local café. As I helped him to his feet, I recognized who he was and how gorgeous he was. It was my roommate. I never saw him up close, so the whole beautiful thing caught me off guard and was speechless.

I was still gaping at him like an idiot when he said, "No, excuse me that was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and I got what I deserve: knocked backwards by a beautiful woman."

The words that came out of his mouth surprised me even more. I felt an abrupt flash of anger at this man I hardly knew. I have been hit-on by many sleazes, but I thought this mystery man would be different.

I coolly and frostily replied back, "Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around." And with that I walked past him and into the apartment. It looked like no one had ever refused him before, because he was staring at the same spot I was moments ago with his mouth wide open in astonishment.

My observations were cut short when I looked down at my watch and noted that if I didn't leave soon, I would be late and most likely have my paycheck cut down again.

I grabbed my bag and uniform and left the apartment. He had disappeared, probably with his multiple girlfriends, or something. I still felt angry at him, but deep inside I could feel a twinge of regret for standing him up.

Work drawled by slowly. At the very end of my shift, I was heading to the rest rooms to freshen up when my wrist was grabbed. This man who had grabbed me had apparently had too much alcohol and was drunk. I tried to wriggle away.

"Heya toots," he garbled, "How's about me and you hookup sometime?"

"Uh, no thank you, sir. Please let go of my wrist, now."

"Now toots, don't do this to me."

I was just about to scream for help when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Let go of her. I do not have to resort to force, but I will if I have to."

I turned around and there he was; my roommate came to the rescue. I mouthed to him, "Thank you," and he made a small nod. He was still glaring at the drunk. Amazingly, he let go of my wrist and my hero grabbed my arm and pulled me to the other side of the café.

He stopped abruptly, so I almost ran into him, and said with panic in his eyes, "Are you alright?"

I was astounded at how much he cared. I finally had an answer. "Yes."

Hey pplz! I am now in writer's block right now, and I would like some help. I don't mean to make Edward seem like a rude playboy, but that is how he is in the beginning..
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