Chapter Two- Penthouse

I was still reminiscing over Alice's brother as we waited for him to come back with his car. I planned to act as if he were just another person, for Alice's sake. It wasn't fair to her for me to pay attention to her brother. She told me of her failed friendships; this motivated me to try my hardest. It still didn't stop me from looking into the passenger side window as he pulled up.

I stood up from the dirty bench and proceeded to his now stopping car. I followed Alice's lead.

He had a sleek silver Volvo. How classy. Maybe Alice and her gorgeous brother came from money. I was just planning to call a cab for myself, but this was an upgrade.

Alice jumped gracefully into the front seat as I struggled to get into the back seat with my bulky bags.

Edward noticed my troubles, and hopped out of the car, circling around the back of the car.

"Let me help you with that," he warmly said. I let him, but just because I wasn't quite aware of what was happening.

Like a gentleman, he graciously took my bags in his muscular hands. With and side glance and grin, he threw them in the back of the car. As sweet as it was, I hated that he thought that I couldn't do it myself. Did I look weak?

"I could have done it myself," I said sternly. I felt bad immediately. He was probably just trying to help.

"You're welcome," he replied just as rudely. Okay, so that's how he was going to play it.

Being my classy self, I gave him my best resting bitch face. He obviously got the message, and focused on the car.

Alice sensed his tenseness, and glanced back at me with a questioning look. I tried to look like I had no idea what she was implying.

Once that was settled, I looked out the window, and saw the scenery I was missing with my catty attitude. Because we were still near the airport, there wasn't much beautiful architecture, only a breathtaking landscape. In Forks, I was used to dreary weather constantly, but now the sun was shining brightly through the fluffy white clouds. There were miles of rolling grass fields, filled with various wild flowers. Edward noticed my awe, and scoffed.

I was beginning to not like Edward. It seemed plausible, considering his good looks. I couldn't hide my disappointment; I was hoping that something would be different with Edward. It seemed that in this world, that it was incredibly difficult to find a person nice and attractive. It's like God had to make the decision for each person.

I was cold; the AC seemed to be at one of the lower settings- I shivered. Edward must have heard this, because he reached his hand towards the controls. I was thinking that he would be kind and turn on the heat, but- no. He spun the dial even lower. Wow. How were he and Alice members of the same family.

I could tell that he was just trying to get a rise out of me, so I ignored him. Take that. I opened my carry on, and instead of getting my sweater, I got my headphones. Once they were plugged in, I began to play a song- "Come Together," by the Beatles. I always loved songs from the 60s.

After about thirty seconds, I started to receive stares from Edward. Annoyed, I pulled out my earbud, and angrily asked, "What is is?"

He seemed just as mad, especially at my response. "It's just a little hard when the Beatles are blaring from the backseat," he snapped.

Shocked that he knew what was playing, I turned down the volume many notches. Alice appeared to be angry at Edward, and hit him.

"Don't be rude. You know you love that song," she sternly spoke. Wow. We have something in common.

The rest of the ride went smoothly, with the occasional conversation between Alice and Edward. I asked a couple questions about what I was seeing. They were answered, but not without annoyance.

Soon, we were surrounded by historical buildings. I was thankful that the whole population of London wasn't as beautiful and arrogant as Edward. There were cute stores and cafes all around, and I was looking forward to exploring.

Alice started the conversation. "What hotel do you think that I- well, we- should stay at?" she asked, concerned.

"Don't be silly, Alice. You can stay with me, of course," he replied with a British-American accent. It was so seductive. Stop!

"I'm not staying anywhere without Bella," she implied. I didn't understand her deep connection with me. We had just met.

"It's okay, I can-"I began to speak.

"-I suppose that's okay. She can stay with you in the guest room. If you're"-gesturing to Alice-"okay with that."

That was so rude! Why would he cut me off? He wasn't even considering me.

"Yeah!" Alice squealed. Edward and I both winced. Being in such close proximity didn't help.

"Thank you," I replied. No response. This would be fun.

"No problem, his place has so much space!" Alice replied. I was curious now.

Streets and people passed by, and soon enough, were in front of a tall building, which I could only assume was Edward's apartment building. It was beautiful; it was old fashioned and off white. The building had its own door man, dressed in a formal red uniform. Huh. Fancy.

I stepped out of the car, a little bit wobbly; we had been in the car for around two hours. I was about to tip over, but two strong hands caught me.

My heart beat quickened, and once I stood up, I met his gaze.

"Can you at least stand up straight?" Edward spoke, both humorously and annoyed. I ignored him, and proceeded to the back of his car to get my bags. He beat be to it, and already had them out by the time I reached him. Great, show off.

I took my bags from his hands, to his dismay. He obviously wanted to display his masculinity. I rolled my bags over the curb and walked to the entrance. Alice and Edward caught up to me, just in time for the doorman to open it for them. I was behind them, farthest from the door.

Edward passed by the doorman without a glance. "Mr. Cullen," the doorman forcefully spoke.

"Mike," Edward hissed.

As the door man held the door for me, his eyes travelled up my body. He, himself, had a baby face and chubby arms; which even a uniform couldn't fix. After he mentally humped me, he whistled.

Edward, already inside and speaking at the front desk, heard this and turned his head. He looked to be disgusted, and cursed profanities under his breath. Jealousy, oh perfect one? Just to get under his skin, I took a pen out of my bag, and asked Mike if I could wright on his hand.

813-111-1111. Of course, a fake number, but Edward nor 'Mike,' as read by his plastic name tag, needed to know this. I glanced up just in time to see Edward's confused and disgusted face. This was going to be fun. Alice gestured for me to hurry to the elevator. I got there just in time. Thankfully, Alice was holding the door. Edward, for sure, would have left me.

Once inside, I relaxed against the elevator wall. I was so tired; Alice hadn't let me get much sleep on the plane. Alice nudged me, causing me to open my eyes.

"What are you doing?" she scolded.

"Closing my eyes?" I replied questioningly.

"No. Giving that guy your number," she said, calming down a little.

I planned to draw this out as much as possible. "I don't know, Alice. Maybe I want a European romance," I said, while smirking. Edward groaned, and I laughed internally.

"Ew. Not with that guy," she replied, disgusted.

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened, revealing a large and gorgeous room. I hadn't realized that we went up so high, because we got out of the elevator at penthouse level.

Hi guys! I know that this chapter is short, and is a cliffy. Next chapter should be longer, and should advance the plot. That is, Edward and Bellas relationship. Thanks for reading! Review… if you want. *Hint hint*