Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters, locations, etc… Stephenie Meyer does. If I owned Twilight, Emmett would definitely be in the spotlight with Edward.

I just want to say thank you so much for all the positive reviews last chapter. And I have a beta!... Pearls-A-QT. Finally the search is over! But unfortunately my stupid computer wouldn't let me send this chapter the way I needed to, so it's not really beta'd. Hopefully it'll work next time.

On with the story!

EPOV

I knew from the moment I saw her in that damn tight brown skirt that I wanted her. Apparently, so did my cock. He sprung to attention as soon as he saw her luscious ass all on display, all big and round, begging for my red handprint to mark it. I wanted to knock every motherfucker out in the bar for even thinking about looking at her. Only one word came to mind when I saw how they stared at her with lust-filled eyes.

Mine.

I'm not usually the jealous type. I know the girls I keep around are hot, so if another guy wants to appreciate the view I don't really care. It's not like I date them or anything. We hook up or hang out together and that's the end of the story.

I'm not a womanizer or a manwhore, because if I were my mom would smack the tan out of my skin. She raised me better than to use women just to throw them to the side like rag dolls. And I've only been with six women. But I've never wanted any of them as much as I want Bella. And I've never felt possessive of them the way I do with Bella, and I just met her.

I know she's not of legal age yet, but I don't really give a shit. If it doesn't bother her that I'm nine years older than her, then it doesn't bother me. I'm not going to stress about it.

But I gotta say, my little Lovely is a hellcat. I feel sorry for anyone who crosses her. The plan she just told me about, it's devious and mean, and just plain evil. Yeah, the douchebag she calls her boyfriend screwed her over, but does he really deserve this? Her having me come around all the time, thinking I'm just a friend, only to find out later that I've been fucking his girl all along?

I must admit, my girl's attitude and forwardness turns me on. But I'll be damned if she thinks she's going to control how we do things.

Wait a minute, my girl? Hmm… I like the sound of that.

I realize that I'm practically dragging the poor girl to my car, so I slow down until she's walking beside me. For it to be May in Texas, it's surprisingly cool tonight. It's refreshing to say the least. After living in Austin for eight years I've gotten used to the constant heat, but I always take advantage of a cool night.

Usually I find myself on my cliff, the one about three miles from my house. Jazz and I were stranded one day because his car had broke down when we found it. We wound up leaving the piece of shit by the road and walked all the way home. About halfway there, though, I had pushed Jazz, and his goofy ass had fallen in the grass and rolled down the little hill.

We realized we could take a short cut to get back home, so we continued walking through people's backyards. Then we stopped once we came across a clearing in the woods. No one lived in the house, and it had been vacated for years. So we decided why not? We walked until we found the cliff. When you're standing on it, you can look down on all the pretty flowers and shit in the meadow.

Honestly it is a bit girly, because what guy wants to be surrounded by tulips, but it was a nice place for us to clear our heads.

Jazz moved about a month ago. He got some job in L.A. being a high school History teacher. So now it's my cliff instead of our cliff.

I come to a stop by my car, but Bella lets go of my hand to keep on walking. She takes a few more steps before she sees that I've stopped. She looks at me, then the car, and back to me several times before her eyes get all big and wide with disbelief. Damn, she's beautiful.

"Please tell me this is not your car", she says almost pleadingly as she eyes my black Mercedes-Benz SLR.

I chuckle a little to myself because she seems to be in awe. I clink the unlock button on my keys and Bella groans when she hears the beep. "Sorry, Lovely, but this is indeed mine", I tease.

She stands there a little while longer, staring at the car. I'm starting to worry that she's gone into shock. "Are you a drug dealer? Or do you do anything illegal? I mean seriously, you don't get this type of car with the salary of a kindergarten teacher."

I put my hand over my heart in mock hurt. "I'm appalled you would think that of me! I'm a doctor, thank you very much."

Then I motion with my hand for her to get in. She does, somewhat reluctantly, and I shake my head at this silly girl. I'd kill to know what's going on in that pretty little head of hers right now. She looks afraid of the car! She's definitely the most peculiar girl I've ever met.

I like it.

Before I slide in, I try to calm myself down. I'm still hard as a rock, and I want to go slow with Bella for right now. Yes, she literally begged me to fuck her, but…

Why am I not speeding off to my house to take her right now? Oh yeah, because I'm a good person. I look over at Bella and she's biting on that bottom lip of hers again. I had talked Spike down so that he was only semi-erect, but one look at her and he's standing at full attention again. You know what? I don't see a problem with doing what she told me to.

She's a big girl… she knows what she's getting herself into.

"Are you nervous?" I ask her. I glance over at her to see her sucking her bottom lip into her mouth once again, but she doesn't really look worried or nervous.

Then she looks over at me, her eyes so dark that I'm mesmerized. I have to remind myself to keep my eyes on the damn road. The silence thickens and lasts for so long that I almost think she isn't going to answer me.

"I'm not nervous, Edward… just excited", she whispers. I look over again and she's staring up at me from under her thick lashes, and fuck, she's gorgeous.

I clear my throat and turn up the radio, desperate for some type of distraction. I never loose my control to a woman. Never. I make it a point that they know I'm in charge, that I tell them what I want them to do. It's never the other way around. It seems like Bella is going to try to give me a run for my money.

All the other girls I've been with have just done what I told them to, no questions asked and no hesitations. I have a feeling Bella is going to try to challenge me on that. It should be fun.

I hear the click of Bella's seatbelt, and then she's leaning against me. She doesn't put too much pressure on my arm, but enough so that I know she's there. "I have to tell you something, Edward", she whispers in my ear.

I fight the urge to shiver. She should be the one shivering. Its kind of pissing me off that she still has the upper hand.

"I'm a virgin."

Holy shit on a fucking stick!

I've never been with a virgin before, but Jazz told me they're the best. The way he used to talk about… Alice, his little plaything, made me want a virgin myself.

Bella leans back over to her side of the car, and I notice the smirk she has on her pretty little face. I bet she won't be smirking when I break her hymen.

With a low growl, I pull into my winding drive and smile as I hear Bella gasp. "Oh my God, Edward. It's beautiful!"

I know it is, baby girl.

She gets out of the car, mesmerized by the house… or mini mansion. She walks around, taking everything in. "It looks like one of those houses on the movies with the really rich people", she breathes. I think this girl is in love with my house.

As she's staring intently at one of my garden sculptures of a giant four-leaf clover resting on a stand with 'Cullen' engraved in it, I walk up behind her.

I touch my fingers gently to the back of her neck, causing her to jump out of her skin. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing out loud. "Fuck, you scared me!" She yells. I bite back my smile. "Anyway, my Irishman, are we going to stay out here all night or are you going to show me your million dollar mansion?"

"I was just about to ask you the same thing." I retort.

She turns around to face me as she steps closer and wraps her arms around my neck. "But first I have to know… do you have a pool?" She says it in a tone so serious it's funny. She looks me dead in the eyes, impatience written clearly all over her face. She pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and bites down on it, for the fourth time, grimacing as her teeth sink into her already tender flesh.

I study her features as I just stare at her. She has the biggest, cutest, chocolate brown eyes I've ever seen. I don't discriminate against girls with brown eyes, because the majority of women do have brown eyes. I've just always found brown eyes boring and dull. But Bella's… her eyes are so bright and doe-like. Then she has high cheekbones, a nose that's not too thin, and full lips. God, I want to fuck her.

"You gonna answer me Mr. Big Shot", she asks with a smile. I smirk down at her and wrap my arms around her waist.

"It's in the back", I respond. Then I lean down and brush my lips against hers. I don't get a chance to do anything else before Bella's fingers are wrapped in the hair at the nape of my neck and she pushes herself flush up against me. She licks my bottom lip and slowly pulls it into her mouth, and I hiss at the slight pain it causes. My dick twitches in my jeans. My hands roam down from her hips to her ass and I cup her cheeks in my hands, kneading the soft flesh. When she moans I take the opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth.

As soon as my tongue touches hers an electric current passes through us that makes both of us jerk back. It didn't hurt and it wasn't unpleasant, it was just unexpected. It actually felt good and it made my cock even harder.

I move forward, grab her roughly by the back of her head, and crash my lips to hers. She opens up to me and I groan as our tongues massage one another's, the surge of electricity growing stronger.

I lift one of her legs up so she can wrap it around my waist, and she gets the hint and lifts the other one too. I moan loudly into her mouth as I feel the heat of her center through her panties as her skirt bunches up around her waist.

I walk us up the front stairs, careful of my steps. I wouldn't want Bella to fall and crack her head open.

I try to desperately grab my keys out of my pocket without putting Bella down or removing my lips from hers. She sucks on my tongue, and I'm overwhelmed with the way she tastes, like honey and oranges, which sounds nasty but is surprisingly fucking delicious.

The door opens and I shout a thank you to James, my personal chef, as I roughly push Bella against the wall of the foyer. I'm only slightly aware that James is shuffling his feet behind us awkwardly as I continue to suck on Bella's tongue. Hell, he can watch if he wants to. He's not into girls, but I wouldn't be shocked if he suddenly reconsidered his 'I only lick dick, never clit' motto.

"Edward", Bella moans as I set her down on the little side table, knocking a picture of my house onto the floor.

I reach up to untie her sash and rip the front of her shirt open. I'm met with the sight of two beautiful cream-colored breasts pushed up by a lacy emerald green bra, her pink nipples hard and peaking up from the cups, begging to be seen and touched.

In the background, I hear James scamper off. Guess he didn't change his mind… his loss.

Bella re-wraps her legs around my waist and I scoop her up from the table, knocking a vase over this time. She grinds down onto my very hard erection and I moan. I carry her up the grand staircase, nearly falling flat on my face when I trip, and into my dark room.

I kiss down her neck and to her collarbone, feeling her heartbeat spike. I lay her down on the bed and am about to move over her when I hear a surprised scream. It wasn't from Bella.

"What the fuck?" I yell.

This time Bella does scream, and I hear a thud and then someone cusses loudly. It's obvious our intruder is a girl.

I'm not too concerned though because James wouldn't have let anyone I don't know into my house.

I make my way over to the light switch and flick it on, ready to cuss the hell out of whoever is in my fucking room. There's a reason why there are three guest rooms, assholes. I turn around to be met with the sight of Rosalie and Bella rolling all over the bed with each other's hair in both of their hands, and their legs tangled together. Bella's on top, and fuck me if it isn't the most erotic thing I've ever seen. Well it would be if it wasn't Rosalie underneath her. It's settled then, Bella is riding me tonight.

"What the hell are you guys doing? And why are you here, Rose?"

Rosalie stops pulling on Bella's hair, and after a minute Bella lets go too. She stands up and fixes her shirt, scowling while she looks at the torn fabric. She tries fruitlessly to pull it over her chest, and gets even angrier when she realizes it won't cover her up. "I hope you're happy. This was my favorite shirt", she grumbles.

"What are you doing here, Rose?" I ask again.

Bella finally looks up, and when she does she gasps. It was so quiet I barely heard it. Then she backs up until she's standing right next to me.

"I need a place to stay", Rosalie says with venom lacing her tone while she glares at my girl.

They stare at each other, and I watch their exchange curiously. Being a surgeon, I notice insignificant things that others overlook. I notice the way Bella stands in front of me with her body angled slightly to the side like she's shielding me from Rosalie's view. Someone might have thought they know each other, but I can tell they don't… well they don't know each other well. Besides the fact that Rose is glaring at Bella like she hates her, Bella has this knowing twinkle in her eyes.

I sigh as I run my hand over my face. I'm rock hard, and all I want to do is bury myself in Bella's virgin pussy until she screams my name. Blunt, right? Sue me. I've never liked Rosalie, and her ruining me getting some ass for the first time in months really isn't making me like her anymore.

"Look, Rosalie, I'm your cousin, not your brother. If you need to stay here for tonight, fine. You can stay in one of the guest rooms. But you can't live here with me. I don't like you, and I know the feeling is more than mutual, so in the morning call Paul and see if he can pick you up."

Bella stares incredulously at me for a moment. "She's your cousin?" She asks in disbelief.

I quirk my eyebrow at her. "Yes." Bella watches Rosalie, sizing her up, and I'm guessing she thought Rose was an ex-girlfriend or something. I turn my attention from Bella to Rose. "You two know each other, yes?"

She shakes her head, unfazed by my comment. "Edward, please. I need to live here for a couple months, just until I can get my own place. My boyfriend kicked me out today because his little sister is having financial problems and has to live with him now. I've never met her, and he's never mentioned having a sister before, but he said their parents moved and she had her own apartment, but that she just got evicted. She's still in high school so she has no other choice but to live with him. Please, Edward", Rose begs.

"No", I answer simply.

Rose huffs and throws her fake blonde hair over her shoulder. Bella and I watch wordlessly as she gets out of my bed and stomps her way over to the door… which we're standing in front of. "You make me sick, Edward. I'm the only person who puts up with your shit and this is how you treat me. I'm staying in the guest room until next weekend whether you like it or not." And with that she pushes past us both and exists the room.

It's silent for a minute or so before Bella starts making her way around the room, running her fingers gently over my trophies. I watch her quizzically as she takes off her shoes and places them neatly at the foot of my bed. She's calm on the outside, but I can tell she's dying to hit something. I see it in the way she touches everything so softly, delicately, as if it might break, and the way she moves slowly but surely.

She reminds me of Esme. With Carlisle being a multi-millionaire, they're always invited to the biggest dinner parties and such. A lot of women that attend those sorts of events despise Esme, and they make it a point to let her know in every way they can, but no matter what they say or do Esme always remains cool and collected when all she wants to do is punch one of those prissy bitches in their faces. Her words, not mine. And even though I've been upset with my mom for years because she forced me to go to medical school when all I wanted was to lie on the couch and smoke weed, I know it was for the best. Esme has always known what's right for me, even when I haven't.

"I guess you want to know more about Rosalie, don't you?" I ask Bella. She sits on the black leather love seat and crosses her legs as she rests her head in her hand.

"Please, Edward, do tell", she says in a teasing tone.

I roll my eyes at her and walk across the gold carpet to where she's standing. When she looks up at me with her big brown eyes, I feel a tugging sensation in my chest. I ignore it and lean down so I can look her in the eyes.

"I suppose we can talk about Rosalie", I muse as I bring my hands up to slip under her ruined shirt. She shudders at the contact as I bring it over her head. I throw it aside somewhere and stare hungrily at her lace-covered breasts. They're big, but not overtly huge. They're perfect. "Or we can do something else", I whisper hungrily.

I push her back on the couch and hover over her. I reach behind her and unclasp her bra, letting it fall onto her lap. I'm just about to cup one of her beautiful mounds in my hand when someone pounds on my door.

"What?" I snap angrily.

"Edward, can I talk to you for just a minute? I need to stay here longer than next weekend. I called all my other friends and they already told me I can't stay with them", Rosalie yells through the door.

I sigh as I stand up and walk over to my dresser so I can find something for Bella to put on. I hand her one of my college tee shirts and a pair of shorts that are both way to big for her, and once she has them on I open the door reluctantly.

Rosalie's face is red and blotchy from her tears, and she has snot all over the front of her shirt. Rose and I have never been close, despite only being three years apart in age, but she is my cousin. As much as I hate her, I'm sort of obligated to love her too. And I do love her. She's just a prissy bitch sometimes because she thinks she doesn't have to work for anything just because we have money. It doesn't grow on trees, and if I had sat back and depended solely on my father's wealth to lead me through life, I'd be sitting on a corner somewhere begging for change. The sooner Rosalie realizes that she can't just breeze through life, the better.

So I pull her into a hug, albeit a little reluctantly, and let her cry into my shoulder for a few minutes. When she pulls back her eyes are red and swollen, and she looks nothing like the Blonde Bombshell she usually is, but I smile nonetheless. "Sorry, Rose. You can stay here for as long as you need, just made sure you don't get in my way", I say seriously.

She nods. "Thanks, Edward."

I should feel a little embarrassed, considering the fact that I have a very sexy girl I was about to fuck standing behind me as I have a rare heart-to-heart moment with my cousin that I don't really like, but I honestly don't feel embarrassed about it. I'm Edward Cullen, and though I'm not an arrogant prick who thinks he's incapable of showing real emotions, I wouldn't make the money I do if I wasn't a strong-willed man.

"I know you didn't plan on it tonight, especially since you have a pretty girl here, but would you come downstairs and… I don't know… watch a movie with me? Just one?"

I look behind me to see Bella roll her eyes a little, but her shoulders slump in defeat. Looks like we're having family night. I nod at Rose, and she scampers off in a very un-Rose-like manner to give us a few minutes alone.

Once she's gone, I turn back to Bella who has her arms crossed over her chest. Yeah, she's pissed. "Bella I'm sorry", I say as I move closer to her. I wrap my arms around her and after a minute she relaxes into my embrace. "I swear stuff like this doesn't happen with the two of us often, so if it does it's serious. I can always tell her no if you want", I offer.

She shakes her head and snuggles closer into my chest. I can't help but notice how natural she feels in my arms, like we've been doing this for years. "It's all right, Edward… maybe later okay? It's not too late yet, and how long can a movie be?" She doesn't sound convincing at all, but she looks up at me with a genuine smile so I figure it's okay.

"I'd like that." I press my lips to hers chastely so I won't get carried away, and then we're walking down the grand staircase and shaking our heads at Rose whose screaming she found the perfect movie.

I wake up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window. It's not like it is in the movies where it's refreshing and welcoming… in reality it's annoying as fuck. I sigh as I blink my eyes open.

One glance at the alarm clock and I know it's nine in the morning, way too late for birds to be chirping.

I look around for Bella to find her sitting on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. The first thing I notice is her hair. It looks like a haystack, and honestly it isn't a pretty sight, but because it's my Bella's hair I still think she looks gorgeous. Of course her being in a pair of my basketball shorts and one of my tee shirts helps.

She isn't aware that I'm up yet, and it's clear she's on the phone by the way her shoulder is propped up. And because I'm a nosey bastard, I turn so I'm on my back, put my hands under my head, and listen.

"I was just tired. I told you I had that major exam, and I really wanted to go straight to sleep", she says, not even bothering to keep the annoyance out of her tone. She stays quiet for a while to let the person on the other end respond, and then she sighs heavily. I think she may have even rolled her eyes, but from this angle I can't really see her face to be sure. "I stayed at Lauren's house… I don't care what Jacob told you, you should believe me over him… no, Lauren and I are going on a shopping spree today so I can't come over… I work all the time, I have money saved up." The conversation continues on in the same manner for a few more minutes, until finally Bella cuts it short. "Look Emmett, I have to go. Lauren's mom made French toast for breakfast. Yeah I'll call you later… love you too."

She slams the phone onto the ground and massages her temples gently, grumbling to herself.

"Good morning." I say with a hint of amusement in my voice.

She jumps slightly but smiles once she looks over at me. "Hey. Sorry if I woke you, but Emmett interrogating me was getting on my last nerve."

I just shake my head at her. "Not that I'm kicking you out or anything, but after we eat breakfast do you want me to take you back to your truck? I wanna take you somewhere, but I'm sure you want to shower and change first."

"That sounds good." She responds with another smile.

I leave her in the room while I take a shower. I've never let a woman stay in my bedroom with me during the night. Not even my girlfriends. I don't trust many people. I have a lot of valuable items in my room, and I'm not so naïve as to think a woman won't be quick to take something and bolt. I have a feeling Bella would never do something like that, but I finish showering in five minutes nonetheless.

I change into a pair of jeans and a plain green t shirt before making my way back into the room. Bella's still sitting on the couch, in the same position she was in when I went into the bathroom, fiddling with her phone. I shake my head at her before motioning for her to come with me.

Breakfast was… interesting. My personal chef, Tia, made us French toast with fresh strawberries and powder sugar, which made Bella smile. Apparently French toast is her favorite. I wish I could make it for her, to be the one to put that smile on her face, but I can't cook for shit. Even when I follow all the directions, and put all the right amounts of ingredients into the food, it still turns out nasty. I gave up trying a long time ago.

Rosalie joined us, and after she spent ten minutes crying because she thinks her boyfriend is a liar and a cheater, Bella spent five minutes comforting her. It was a complete 180 from last night, but I just shrugged it off. Bella eventually forced me to tell her that I want to take her rock climbing around two in the afternoon, and she invited Rose to come with us.

I can't say I'm pissed that she asked Rose to come, because the girl looked like her cat died when I said I was going out and wouldn't be back for a while, but this is all so strange to me. Rose and I never spend time together. I don't know whether I like the sudden change or not.

Then we all climbed into my car and were on our way to the bar where B left her truck when Rose got a nosebleed out of the middle of nowhere. I didn't have any tissues in the car, so I had no choice but to take off my shirt so Rose could stop the blood gushing out of her nose, which was making Bella nauseous. We spent the last ten minutes of the drive listening to the radio quietly with B staring at my chest, which didn't bother me in the least, while she simultaneously tried not to gag too much because the smell of blood was making her physically sick. And of course B gagging was getting on Rosalie's nerves. To make a long story short, the ride was definitely awkward and weird, and not a good time.

After that everything went smoothly. We followed B to her house and stayed in the living room while she showered and got dressed. We stayed a little while longer, just lounging around and watching TV before we decided to go out for lunch.

Lunch went way better than breakfast. We told crazy stories and laughed with each other. It was fun, and it's safe to say that the three of us get along very well. I don't know why I spend my free time with people so much older than me that don't know how to have fun, because Bella and Rosalie were a blast. The old saying 'age ain't nothin' but a number' is true, because both Bella and Rosalie are extremely intelligent.

And that brings us to right now. We're leaving the little café and finally heading to my favorite indoor rock-climbing place. Some people say I act too young for my age, because really, what twenty-six year old man do you know still goes rock-climbing. That's partly why I associate with people older than me. All anybody ever wants from me is to be the serious Dr. Cullen, just like Carlisle is. People look at me like I'm crazy when I joke, and they turn their heads up at me when I say something 'immature'.

I love the money I get from being one of the best surgeons in the area, but sometimes I wish I could've chosen a different career. Maybe be a high school teacher or something. Esme would've never allowed that, though.

"Uh, Edward", Bella says, pulling me out of my reverie.

I glance over to her, seeing her eyes narrowed slightly. She decided to ride with me and let Rosalie drive her beast of a truck. I almost have a mind to buy her a new car, nothing too expensive but definitely better than what she has. I can more than afford it. I just think it's moving a little too fast, considering I only met her last night. Yeah, that's a big no no.

"What's wrong?" I ask her.

She points to her truck, where the driver's side door is wide open and a big burly guy with curly hair is leaning into it. "That's Emmett." She doesn't sound particularly nervous, or scared, just questioning and unsure.

I purse my lips in thought for a minute. "Do you want me to meet him now, or no?"

I see the big guy, Emmett, lean back and laugh loudly at whatever Rosalie said. "Rosalie's the girl you caught him cheating with, isn't she?" I'm not stupid, and guessing from B's reaction last night I'd say I'm right.

"Yeah that's her. She doesn't know anything about me being Emmett's girlfriend though, which is why I decided I'd be nice to her. It may work to my advantage later on", she replies. I shake my head at her. There's no telling what she's thinking about doing now. "And yes, I want you to meet Dickmett now."

I get out of the car without another word, excitement bubbling up inside me. This would have been so much better if Bella and I would've fucked already, but we can wait.

We walk side by side up to her rusty truck, and Emmett doesn't even see or hear us approaching him. Bella leans in closer to me to whisper a quick 'show time' before she plasters a fake smile on her face.

"Emmett!" She squeals as she runs up to him. He jerks his head around and looks at her in alarm as she launches herself into his arms. Kissing his cheek, she pulls back with that same fake smile and laughs a little. "What are you doing here?"

He looks from her to Rosalie a couple of times before he swallows audibly. "I was just coming to get some lunch. Where's Lauren", he asks in an obvious attempt to steer the conversation off him. I walk slowly up to Bella's side, sizing Emmett up as I do. He has blue eyes and dimples, and I guess overall he's a good-looking guy. Yes, he's bigger than me physically. He's like a goddamn bear. He looks like he's been taking steroids since he was in eighth grade, and I don't see how any woman can find that attractive. I'm not a lanky guy myself, but I have muscles that women can appreciate, not be scared of.

"Oh, Lauren ditched me for Tyler earlier, and that's when I ran into Rose and Edward. I think you know Rose, but this is Edward, her cousin. Edward, this is Emmett", Bella says in a tone that doesn't outright sound fake, but is too perky to be real. Emmett seems oblivious though.

"Nice to meet you, Emmett", I say as I extend my hand. He takes it as he eyes me warily.

"Yeah, you too. And how do you know Bells?"

Before I can say anything, Bella already answers him. "Em, Edward's my best friend! I told you how I met him a few months ago at the library." When Emmett gives her a doubtful gaze, she huffs in annoyance. Man, she's a damn good actress. I wonder if that's what she wants to pursue once she finishes high school. "It was that night you came over and slept on the couch with Jacob yelling in your ear all night. Do you even listen to me when I talk to you?" She asks when he still looks like he has no idea what she's talking about, which he shouldn't considering it's all lies.

But he smiles a goofy smile and slaps her on the shoulder. "Of course I remember Bells!"

"Well anyway, we were just about to leave so…", I say as I trail off at the end. What I really want is to roll my eyes at him.

Just then Rosalie pops her head out of the truck with a more than confused look on her face. "Wait, you two know each other", she asks as she gestures between Emmett and B.

"Of course", I chip in, having no doubt that he'll cut me off. "Emmett is Bella's boy-"

"Friends brother! I'm Bella's boyfriend's brother, Rose", he shouts as he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "Well I'll let you guys get going. Bye." And with that he turns and half walks\ half skips to his truck. But before he can leave, I smack Bella's ass. Hard. And yeah, I know the fucker saw it. Not two seconds later he's gone.

Rose stares at us curiously but we both just shrug. We walk back to my car, side by side. "Let the games begin, baby", I say as we slide into the car. Finally we're going rock climbing.

Yes this took like forever to get out, but one week is like three weeks to me, honestly. Time just flies so fast for me right now because I'm working double shifts at both my jobs so I can afford tuition for school...again. Hopefully it's not too late. I can't wait till I'm done with this college shit. But anyway, sorry for the delay, but I wouldn't be surprised when it happens again.

Please don't hate me!

Oh, and even though I suck ass at updating, would you pretty pretty please review? Lol, see ya next time!