He doesn't look a think like Jesus

But he talks like a gentlemen

Like you imagined

When you were young

-The Killers

BPOV

It had been a little over a week since we received the week had been crazy and hectic. Alice had stayed at our house since that night and had been driving me to and from school. I was grateful for that, because I didn't want Renee and Charlie knowing about my truck yet; they had enough to worry about.

Between trying to get caught up on the days I missed and spending every evening at the hospital, to say I was a little stressed was an understatement. The routine had been the same; playing card games, watching TV, and I added homework in the mix. Charlie still insisted everyday that Mom and I didn't need to be there to babysit him, but we just ignored him. Most of the time Alice would come too, and he had a lot of visitors from his station buddies as well. He was much loved at the station and all of his men respected him and had been very supportive. Some of the police wives had even brought dinner over a couple times, so we didn't have to cook.

That was all getting ready to change. Charlie was coming home. He would still have to go into the doctor everyday for his treatment, but at least we would have our evenings at home. Mom had taken a job at the jewelry store downtown. She would go with him on most days, but on the days that she had to work, Alice and I happily volunteered. We discussed this all when Charlie was asleep or we were not around him. Charlie was the type of man that didn't accept help easily; he was used to being the one people depended on, not the other way around.

Even though it had only been a little over a week, the effects of the chemo was evident. He was weaker and tired. Dr. Burke assured us that this was very normal for the high dose he was receiving. He also insisted that Charlie not drive himself to and from the treatments, saying that the side effects would just get worse from there. We agreed, he was in no state to drive.

Alice and I were on our way to school and making plans for the night, since we would no longer have to be at the hospital. I was never much of a partier and didn't really date. Loud drunk people and horny boys drooling all over every girl didn't appeal to me. Not to mention if cops were called I would get a personal police escort home by my Dad - that wouldn't be embarrassing at all. I didn't date guys from school because it was so small, and there was no one there worth the drama to me. Because I didn't party, I hadn't really hung out with anyone else from the public school. Alice got out more than I did; she was not a wild partier but definitely went out more. She had gotten a couple of those personal escorts from Charlie herself.

Alice has never had a real boyfriend either, but was more experienced with boys than I was - not that that was hard to do. Em was not into parties either, so on the nights that she would go out we would just watch movies and stuff. Well, as long as his parents weren't around. They were really weird about him having a social life.

When Alice and I pulled into the lot, we noticed that Em was already there waiting for us. We were ten minutes early, so we were standing by Alice's car talking about what we should do that night when we heard squealing tires. I turned around to place the noise and saw an older model silver Volvo heading straight for us. The owner of the vehicle slammed on his breaks and jumped out of the car. He looked pissed.

The next thing I knew he was storming over to us. I looked at Alice and she looked just as confused as I felt. Em didn't though he looked… I dunno, scared I guess? I looked back at the guy and realized that even in his state of rage he was handsome. He was about six foot tall, not huge but had an athletic build. His hair was this unusual color of brown and was a mess on the top of his head, but it worked. He had the brightest green eyes I had ever seen. When I took in his attire I noticed that the buttons on his shirt weren't lined up, he looked disheveled, but was still, by far, the most beautiful boy I had ever seen.

"What the fuck Emmett?" He was yelling now. "Trying to get me into deeper shit by driving away with all my crap in your car?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about." Em said, looking almost as scared as I was sure we did.

"What the fuck ever! Just give me your keys, so I can get my stuff."

Without saying anything else, the two walked over to Em's jeep. The crazy guy pulled what looked like a backpack out of the Jeep. They were out of ear shot, but you could tell they were arguing.

"Who the fuck does that guy think he is?" Alice turned to me and asked.

"I dunno I have never seen him before."

"Well this is bullshit. He can't just come to our school and cause problems."

With that, Alice started marching toward them. I tried to stop her, but she was too fast.

Getting closer to the crazy guy did not seem like the best choice to me. I started to walk toward her to stop her, when I noticed he was staring right at me. I couldn't look away from his gaze; the expression on his face was hard to read when he was staring at me. He looked… ashamed almost. Then all of a sudden, he was looking down and very amused. He was looking at Alice, who was yelling at him. He towered over her small frame. Once out of my trance, I ran over to stop her. We didn't know who this guy was or what he would do. Why in the hell was Emmett just standing there watching her? I grabbed Alice by her elbow trying to pull her back.

Crazy turned to Em in the middle of Alice's rant "Well this has been fun, and it was great meeting your bodyguards, but I've got to go."

He spun around and faced us and his demeanor completely changed. He looked right at me. "I'm sorry if I scared you." He seemed so sincere. He smiled at us and added, "Have a great day ladies."

How did he do that, go from mad man to charming gentleman in a matter of seconds?

With that he jumped back in his Volvo and sped away, while the three of us just watched.

Still angry - not impressed in the least by his charm - Alice looked at Emmett and asked,

"Who in the hell was that asshole?"

"Unfortunately, that was my brother, Edward." Em replied embarrassed.

I don't know why, but I was shocked. I couldn't believe that, that was the brother Em had made sound so horrible. There was no doubt that he lived up to the description of a hothead just now - just like Em described in the past – but there was something else I couldn't place. When he looked at me, I saw more than just anger; there was pain and panic. I had no idea why, but I wanted to hurt whoever was putting him in that pain, and make it go away. I couldn't help but feel that there was more to the story then Emmett ever let on.

The rest of the day was uneventful; no one mentioned the Edward incident again. I, however, couldn't help thinking about him. I couldn't get him out of my head, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.

EPOV

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." repeated by "Shit, where the hell did I put it?" That was the mantra of my morning as I ran around the whole house looking for my goddamn backpack. I woke up twenty minutes past the time my alarm clock was supposed to go off. My room was such a mess that I had to grab dirty shit off the floor to wear. I was now running around looking for my shit while getting dressed at the same time. Then it hit me like a fucking ton of bricks, I left my shit in Emmett's Jeep. "Fuck my life!" I yelled out loud, realizing he had already left for school.

I had to be Dad's bitch last night - part of my extensive punishment for missing practice last week. I had to use Em's Jeep to go pick up his shit that he ordered from Home Depot.

Realizing I was going to have to stop at Emmett's excuse for a school on the way to mine, I grabbed my keys and ran out the door. No shower, no breakfast. I noticed on the way out, the fly on my jeans was still down and the buttons on my shirt didn't line up. "Whatever," I muttered starting up my car. I was flying down the road, away from my house, needing to get there as fast as humanly possible.

We not only moved to the tiniest town in the world two years ago, but it was also the rainiest and most depressing place on the planet. It only added to my "happy" home life. I liked Chicago, where we moved from. I was quiet at school and tried to blend into the background as much as possible. Kids in Chicago didn't even know I talked until I got pissed and freaked out on someone. Here, it wasn't as easy. Everyone in this small town was so goddamn nosey. I still tried though. I was embarrassed and didn't want friends; I didn't want people knowing the skeletons in my family's closet. There was only one person I socialized with at school, Jasper. He was a cool and funny guy. I made sure to keep him at a distance though.

I would go sit through my classes, go to football practice and come home to hell. I didn't date, I didn't go to parties. I was just trying to get through so that when I turned eighteen I could get the hell out. I couldn't be late; it was just not an option. I was still paying for missing practice last week.

If I was tardy or missed one more class I would have to sit out of a game. I couldn't care less about missing a game, but Dad would freak. If I had to sit out a game the real show would start - that's when Dad's face would turn purple and he would start shaking and shit. Even though it would be my fault and he would make sure I paid, he would also march into the school and freak out on the coaches for not letting me play, embarrassing the hell out of me.

My parents found out that Emmett skipped a whole fucking day of school and they said nothing; they were too busy being pissed at me. I miss one goddamn football practice and the world comes crumbling down.

When I pointed this out, Dad said, "Just shut your goddamn mouth Edward."

Emmett just gave me a smug smirk; I wanted to beat it off his face. Emmett and I had never gotten along; we couldn't be any more different. Fuck, nobody in our house got along. Yeah, I was a hothead but he knew every button I had, and he pushed them whenever he could, causing me to flip out on him once in a while. I always came out fine, but he would be left with a mark or two. Not my fault he couldn't fight - he shouldn't start shit he couldn't finish.

I'd never been to Emmett's school, but it's not like it was hard to find in this joke of a town. I pulled into the lot of the one-building school and saw Em's Jeep immediately; I sped up and jerked to a stop jumping out. There he was standing by a couple of girls.

His eyes widened when he finally saw me coming towards him. I probably looked like a crazy man, but I was in a hurry to get the hell out of there.

"What the fuck, Emmett?" I yelled at him. "Trying to get me into deeper shit by driving away with all my crap in your car?"

Both girls just stared at me with wide eyes looking like I had two heads.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." He said looking almost as scared as the two girls by him. "What the fuck ever. Just give me your keys, so I can get my stuff."

We walked over to the Jeep, leaving his sidekicks behind with their mouths hanging open. When he unlocked it, I wrenched my backpack out and went to leave.

"Hey man, you can't just barge in here, cussing and stuff like that," Emmett declared, grabbing my arm. I turned around to face him, looking down at my arm and back up at him. He let go immediately. I was pissed.

I was ready to really start my rant when I caught two big, brown eyes staring my way looking terrified. I wanted to yell "enjoying the show?" but I just couldn't. She looked so scared and I had no idea why it bothered me, but it did. I didn't want her to be scared and especially not of me. Her little elf friend next to her, however, just looked…pissed, like she was ready to kick my ass. Right then, the little black-haired elf came storming up to me, breaking me out of my trance.

"Who the hell are you, and why do you think that you can just barge in here yelling at Emmett?" she demanded, with her hands on her hips.

I just stared down at her. I was really impressed actually - not that I was that scary of a motherfucker - but she was like really tiny, and had no idea who I was. I will admit that I was acting somewhat crazy, and she still had no issue marching right up and trying to put me in my place. Like I said, impressive. She was never in danger though, because no matter how pissed I ever got I would never hurt a girl. I wouldn't even yell at one, and usually didn't even cuss in front of them. She didn't know that though, and still she showed no fear. Next thing I knew, brown eyes came over and was pulling elf away by her elbow, trying to diffuse the situation. I didn't want to waste anymore time on fighting with Emmett and decided I should try to still get to school on time.

I turned to Em, who was still standing there letting a girl fight his battles - God, he was such a pansy. "Well, this has been fun, and it was great meeting your bodyguards, but I've got to go."

I turned my attention back to the two girls, trying to salvage what ever I could - I don't know why, but I didn't want brown eyes to hate me.

"I'm sorry if I scared you," I said looking right at her. "Have a great day, ladies," I said, giving them my best smile.

With that, I jumped back into my Volvo and sped away. Getting to school was not on my mind anymore. I had no idea why, but I couldn't get those brown eyes out of my head, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to.