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Emmett continued to bang his head against the tree. He had put off working on the bet for almost a week, and now couldn't get any alone time with Bella. Edward never left her side because he didn't want Bella to have to endure Emmett's stupidity.

Jasper walked up behind him. "Have you given up already, Emmett?"

He turned around. "No way. I'm gonna find a way to win this." He was angry. Emmett has never lost a bet and didn't think he could handle the stakes.

"Just face it. I've finally beaten you."

"Never. I will not let you win."

Jasper could feel the anger and fear rolling off Emmett's body. He could feel how Emmett didn't want to lose, but Jasper didn't give a flying fuck. He has had enough losing, and, frankly, so has Alice.

Jasper looked over at Edward and Bella through the window. "Well, Emmett, I'll help you this one time. Edward's hungry. It won't be long til he leaves." He turned back to Emmett. "But you won't have much time. I'll make sure of it." Then Jasper walked off into the woods.

Emmett was slightly frightened because of Jasper. He had never seen him so dark and evil. It made him wonder what he was up to. The possibilities he thought off only scared him more.

"Damn, Emmett. What do you think Jasper's doing?" Edward said coming up behind him.

Emmett said nothing, trying to clear his head.

"I think you should lie down or something. You looked really spooked."

"Yeah. Sure." Edward ran into the forest, and Emmett remembered his plan.

He quickly walked around the house to the front door. As he stepped into the living room, he realized he didn't know what to say. He hoped that something would just come to him.

And come to him it did.

As he walked up the stairs, he smelt it. At first, he thought he was imaging it. So he took in a deep breath. He would know that smell anywhere. He chuckled to himself. "If I am right, I can score ten, maybe twenty right now."

He started to pick up his pace on the stairs. When he got to the top floor he heard it. A soft moan coming from Edward's room. Emmett bit down on his index finger to stop from laughing. He stopped outside the door and steadied his breath.

"Ya need any help in there?"

"EMMETT! What the fuck!?" Bella screamed.

Emmett stared rolling on the floor laughing. But he knew it wasn't over. He needed more points.

"Hey Bella," he said between giggles. "Could you come out here." He started laughing again.

"Fuck off, Emmett!"

"No, I believe you are." Emmett was glad he didn't have to breath or he'd probably die from laughter.

"I'm calling Edward if you don't leave."

"I'm sure if I waited a little longer, you would have been calling for Edward."

Emmett heard Bella dialing her cell phone.

"You better not let Edward smell your phone, now."

Yes. One last point, Emmett thought before running he got outside, he thought of one last one.

He turned to Edward's window and shouted up. "Hey, Bella! Could I use your underwear when you're done with them? Rose has been talking about getting some aphrodisiacs!"

"What was that?" A voice said from behind him.

"Oh, crap," Emmett said before running away, again. But this time, Edward was following him.

"Come on, Edward. It was just a joke."

"Then why did Bella call and specifically asked for me to kill you?"

"Um...uh..." Emmett tried to run faster, but Edward caught up and stopped him. He was sure he was going to die, but he was more worried about losing the bet.

"Alright Emmett. I'll make you a deal. I won't kill you...now. But if I ever catch you saying anything vulgar to Bella, I will rip you to shreds and scatter the parts around the world."

Emmett gulped.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand. Please don't kill me."

Edward let him go and ran off. Emmett stood there stunned. He had a lot on his mind. He could forget about the bet so Edward won't kill him. But he does not want Jasper to win this bet at all. He could try to be sneakier and not press his luck so much. But he didn't know when he could do that. But the most important thing he was thinking about was trying to come up with forty-two more innuendos.

Another chapter down. Has anyone figured out what the winner of the bet gets? I think it's obvious, but then again, I wrote it. Show me some more love and vote for this on my profile poll if you want more.