Chapter 2

Wednesday and Thursday flew by quickly, I hardly noticed Masen at work. He kept to himself. And before I knew it, it was Friday. I purposely made sure not to have work every week so I could go do shit all weekend. Gotta get down on Friday.

I head round to Rose's after I checked out with my mum for the night; sleep over at Rose's is fine by her. Rose's parents are pretty slack, they trust her too much, the result of being the youngest of three siblings I guess. Her oldest brother, Garrett is off at some fancy medical school halfway across the country, and Jasper is a senior at our school.

Hauling my ass out of my truck and not bothering to knock on their front door, I go straight to Rose's room which is ironically pink and white, walls pasted in posters, photos and old CDs. She has some band I don't know blasting from her speakers and looks ghostly lit by only fairy lights adorning walls and ceilings.

"Heeeey," she slurs, appearing already a little drunk.

"Hi, chica, what time we heading out?" I asked, excited to be doing something other than school or work.

"We gotta get you ready first," ahh, this I feared. Rose is never satisfied with my jeans and a tee combo, "the jeans are fine, surprisingly." She's now rummaging through her closet and I can barely hear her. She emerges moments later with a sparkly top and new shoes which I doubt I'll be able to spend the whole night in.

"Really Rose? We're not going to a fancy night club." This is true, Eclipse is more than a bit run down, but they don't ID you if you're hot enough. No big deal.

"Bellaaaaaa, that doesn't matter, the man of your dreams could be there," her grin resembling that of the Cheshire Cat. I squint at her, but say nothing. What if Edward was there tonight? The man that haunts every sleeping moment, and some of my waking ones too.

"Sure, Rose, sure." I pull the top over my head and struggle into the scarlet heels. She pulls me over to her mirror and fluffs around with my hair and I hum along to the music. When she's finally finished having her way with my face, she twirls me around on the chair with a flourish.

"Cool, let's gooooooooo!"

A quick good bye to her parents, and a sly grin to her brother, we're off.

I'm lost in the beat of the music vibrating in my chest and the rhythmic flashing of multi-coloured lights. Rose is off somewhere, probably hooking up with some faceless guy. I sway, a little tipsy, with my hands in the air, moving my hips side to side, bending and just being. I close my eyes and feel. Nothing is better than this feeling, slightly out of it, but yet so with it, aware of everything around you. The bodies, what a man thought was a subtle ass-graze, the couple in the corner making out, the people at the bar, awkwardly watching and wishing they could join in.

The people at the bar. A familiar mess of copper hair catches my eye as a red light flashes. Edward. He sees me, I see him. I make eye contact, blink seductively, waving him over with my eyes and mouth. He looks around, swallows heavily, grips at his hair, but abandons his glass and slowly walks toward me. I smirk and dance away, further into the crowd, arms and hips still swaying, eyes closed again, only feeling.

A pair of hands grab my hips, a gentle buzz of anticipation was elicited? from them. Chewing my lip, I turn around and pull his body to me from his shoulders.

"What are you doing Bella?" His breath is hot on my neck, he has to lean far down to yell into my ear. He can definitely see down my top, Rose ensured that.

"Dancing, why, what are you doing?" He didn't have to answer, he just tighten his grasp on my hips and swayed with me. One of his hands started to feel its way up my body and soon enough his it was full on groping my tit. I spun around quickly in his arms, facing him, quirking an eyebrow, intently looking into his fresh, green eyes.

He bent down and chastely brushed his lips with mine, but I stopped him before he could pull away, gripping onto his hair. I darted my tongue out and licked along his bottom lip, he opened his mouth then, finally, our tongues mingled, hot and wet. My hand dragged down his body and I felt the nipple ring through his shirt. He ended the kiss, smirked and turned away from me, but caught my hand and started dragging me with him before I could question what the fuck he was doing.

"Where're we going," maybe I was more drunk than I had thought, my words were slurring quite badly.

"The van." He replied.

He led me out a side door, I stumbled a little, these heels were truly terrible.

"I've wanted you for so long? Bella, I couldn't wait any longer. And, fuck, you look hotter than a frying grill tonight." Huh, I huffed, but said nothing.

He opened the door for me, finally releasing his grip on my hand and I stepped out into the cold night. The wind hit me like a hundred of frozen Cokes, I shivered.

"Come on, it's fucking cold," he called, already well ahead of me. Whoa, ok calm yo titz man. I clomped along a little faster. I got to his van and he grabbed me up into his arms, smashing his mouth down onto mine, greedy. He turned around, so my back was against the side rear passenger door. I was getting cold, but his mouth was warm.

"Let's go in, it's fucking cold." He had no objections, roughly pulling the door open. I was surprised by the messy mattress and duvet that adorned the rear of the van, rather than the seating I had anticipated, it was clear that he had traveled and slept in here frequently.

"Really, Edward? You live in here?"

"No, I have a house," he laughed nervously, "I spent a year or so going around Canada in this thing."

"Sure," he climbed in behind me, smacking my ass. He crawled on top of me and grinding himself into me, wasting no time.

"God, Bella…" I was ripping his shirt off him by now, his hands up my top and legs tangled together, he leaned up taking his shirt all the way off and mine too. He started unbuttoning my pants this time and I kicked them off along with my heels. My hands went to his pants and I got my hands into them, feeling his length for the first time.

He pulled his pants down. Now we were both completely naked.

"Wait, stop, not here, not like this, sorry, I …have to go, I need to find Rose." Somehow I managed to get all my clothes back on and in the right way. I found my way back into the club and to Rose.

"Girl, where have you been?" Rose was worried alright; maybe she hadn't been so absorbed in some random guy after all.

"I was with Edward, it's complicated. Can we just go home now?"

"Ok," she nodded, but didn't say anything more.

By the time we were back at her place I was thoroughly exhausted. We staggered up to her room, I kicked my stupid shoes off and crawled into her massive bed, not even bothering with my pants.

"Are you gonna tell me about Edward then, Bella?"

"Not tonight, Rose. In the morning." I yawn and fall into a deep sleep.