AN: OK, so now in Edwards POV. I plan on writing two parts to each chapter, one in Bella's POV and the other in Edwards. Enjoyyyy and review.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN TWLIGHT OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I'm just playing with them.
"Woo boy, fresh meat!" Emmett grinned as he looked through the girls portfolios. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't you have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah, but I can still look!" He said defensively. "Oh damn!" He pulled out a photo. "Check this chick out!"
We were at my modeling agency, an hour or so after the modeling scout. In two days, I would be taking photos with a girl who had made it. Number 145, they had told me. Right now, me and my best friends, Emmett and Jasper, we're checking out the portfolios of the girls who had made it.
I examined the picture. My breath hitched. It was a full body of a slender brunette, lying upside down in a white tub full of fake diamonds, wearing a skimpy black bikini. Her face was smoldering, a small smirk playing at her full pale lips. I smiled lightly.
"What number is this?"
"Uh, 145," Jasper said, picking up the folder.
Just my luck.
"So I told Rose we'd go out to the club with some of her friends," Emmett said as we left the building. Jasper and I groaned.
"Dude, you did not set us up on blind dates," Jasper said, running on hair through his sandy blonde locks.
"Yeah, I kinda did," Emmett said, stopping in front of Jasper. "Whatcha goin' do about it?"
I froze. 'Not again…'
Emmett was always trying to establish his dominance, when we knew at heart he was a big teddy bear.
"Boys," I said warningly.
Jasper burst out laughing. "You look ridiculous!"
Emmett did in fact, look pretty ridiculous. He was standing to his full height, 6'5, muscled chest puffed out. He looked like a demented peacock.
He deflated and looked at us sheepishly. "Come on guys. Roll with it."
We left to go back to our own apartments, promising Emmett we'd show up at his at 8.
I staggered into my apartment, fighting off sleep. I hadn't slept in 2 days and it was starting to hit me. I wish I hadn't agreed to go out, I needed sleep badly. I had shoots the past two days and I hadn't eaten either.
Coke was really starting to get to me.
Don't get me wrong; I had a great childhood. My father, Carlisle, was a doctor and my mother, Esme, was a stay at home mother. They weren't abusive; I didn't have anything traumatic happen to me. I just was scouted my senior year of high school and from them, it had been nonstop. I barely slept and I had to force myself to eat because I worked out everyday and I'd be grossly thin and not built if I just worked out and never ate. Modeling kept me going, as well as the coke.
My mother would say it was my perfectionist attitude, but I tended to ignore that.
It was only 2 when I got home, and I set out to take a quick nap. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
I woke up around 7, and stretched, not wanting to get out of bed. I struggled out and rummaged through my dresser draw, removing a baggie full of white powder and a straw. I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower (full blast and freezing cold) and proceeded to dump the contents on the bag on the counter. I chopped it with my razor I kept in my wallet and arranged them into lines. I snorted them as quickly as I could, cleaned up and jumped in the shower.
As I showered, I thought about the girl. 145. I sighed. I had taken photos with a lot of girls, but something stuck out about this girl.
Behind her makeup, her body and her smirk, behind the perfectly glassed over eyes, was something.
I got out the of the shower and towel dried my hair, slipping on some boxers and low slung jeans, along with a white button down with the top few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, and flip flops. I made my way to the front door, grabbing my wallet and keys on the way. I got in my car and drove to Emmetts.
"Hey, brah!" I rolled my eyes. Emmett was always was for the dramatic.
"Where's Rose?" I asked, poking my head in, noticing Jasper gathering his wallet and making his way to the door.
"She's already with her friends. They're going to meet us at the club."
We made our way down the stairs, to the waiting cab Emmett had called.
"Two-forty-five East Colonial," Emmett told the driver. Jasper and I groaned.
"Man…" Jasper said. "That place is ghetto as hell."
"Shut up and take it like a man," Emmett retorted.
We grumbled the whole way there, grumbled in the line (which, took 45 minutes) and grumbled when we got in.
"I need a beer," I said, and the others agreed and we made our way to the bar.
We each bought a beer, and Emmett said he was going to go look for Rose. Japer and I had no desire to meet her friends at the moment and situated ourselves at the bar.
Three beers and two tequila shots later, I heard her voice.
"Um, a bottle of Raspberry Smirnoff?"
I turned towards the musical voice. I choked on my beer.
It was her.
145.
She was standing there in all her glory, luscious chestnut hair flowing over her bare shoulders, dress hugging her in all the right places.
She blushed as the bar tender winked at her and walked away. I stared after her with my mouth hung open.
I was brought back down to Earth with a sharp jab from Jasper.
"You ok?"
"Yeah," I mumbled, taking a long swing from my beer.
I turned back to the danced floor, just as a deep beat blared, and I saw her again. Before I could comprehend what I was doing, I had put down my beer and was making my way over to her. I watched her drop to the floor and pop back up, feeling aroused as her dress hitched up. I came up behind her and slid my arms around her waist. I expected her to turn around and tell me to fuck off, but instead her ground against me. We danced for a couple of songs.
She suddenly spun around to face me and her lips parted slightly. As I saw her face up close, in person, she was far more beautiful then I imagined.
She had deep chocolate cat eyes, delicate features, and lush, full lips.
We danced one more song and then she pulled back. "Thanks," She said, sounding slightly breathless. I regained my composure and smiled.
"No problem."
She blushed and mumbled something, walking towards a table.
I watched her approach a table. The table where MY friends were at with Rose and another girl.
Oh shit.
I followed her over.
"So I see you met Edward," I heard Emmett rumbled.
"What?"
I laughed.
She spun around, her eyes wide.
"You're Emmett's friend?" she squeaked.
"The one and only," I said smoothly, stepping around her, taking a seat. She gaped for a minute and then slid in next to me.
"And that's Jasper," Emmett said, pointing to him. He was cuddling with a small, pixie like girl and I grinned at him.
I watched her grab the bottle of vodka and do three shots in a row. I was floored.
No one I knew could drink that much and not vomit.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Hardcore," Emmett teased.
I watched her as we sat at the table. I noticed that she'd twitch every so often, sniff a couple times, and her eyes were extremely wide for the amount of alcohol she was drinking.
Then it hit me.
She was tweaking. Bad.
The night wore on and she dragged me back out of the dance floor. I thick beat came on and we were grinding on each other, face to face, my hands on her hips, pushing her into me.
She looked up and we made eye contact and she gasped slightly. I didn't even think. I closed the distance between us.
The kiss was amazing. An electrical current ran between us and she tangled her hands in my hair and pulled me close.
She finally pulled away, gasping for air and the words slipped out of my mouth.
"Wanna get out of here?"