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[ Part Three ]

I sat on the bed glaring at the jeans hanging over the back of the gold trimmed antique chair. They seemed to be mocking me, hanging there all smug like, smiling like a cat. Yeah, okay so I admit, they were my evil jeans. And by evil I didn't mean they made me look fat... well hell, that was a lie... but it was almost as if they accentuated my ass. It wasn't a bad ass I can admit that. It was just with Rosalie catching me wrapped up in Jasper on the couch trying to bite him back, I didn't really want her to think I was trying to lure Jasper into my pussy trap. My evil jeans guaranteed 'getting dry fucked on the dance floor' as Jasper so eloquently put it.

Technically the pussy trap boat had sailed a long time ago anyway. I shouldn't have cared that Rosalie Hale thought I was the evil incarnate of some cock sucking succubus - but I did. She was Jasper's sister, and he cared for her and of course me being the most awesome friend that I was, I was made by default to feel the same way. Another reason friends sucked. I could barely keep my own life on track and somehow I had to help them as well.

Rolling my eyes I snatched the jeans off the chair and pulled them up. Throwing myself on the bed I held my breath and attempted to do up the button. Shit! I guess it had been a while since I'd used these bad boys. I wondered why that stupid Angela bitch - who was currently hauled up with my mother - had been staring at me the other day. She was obviously silently telling me with her wide eyes that I'd put on a little weight. Bitch! Not that I cared. I wasn't a supermodel like Jasper, I didn't do Versace and Dolce. I did bikinis and leather. Motorbikes and X-treme brands. I needed to have that hard yet curv-i-licious figure and if my ass got a little big well who cared. I'm sure all the teenage boys and guys in prison's that read the mags I was in would appreciate if my behind ate my bikini bottoms a little. A little skin never killed anyone.

While I happened to be hissing and spitting at my jeans, using expletives to convince the button to close, I hadn't heard the door open. Rolling on to my stomach I sighed into the bed spread and balled the material, bouncing my forehead against it a couple of times out of frustration. I needed to get these jeans on - I needed these jeans.

A chuckle and the smell of smoke drifted towards me and I all but swore at the nice floral sheets.

"Jasper" I grimaced, rolling onto my back and sitting up on my elbows so I could glare at the blonde male that had gotten me in trouble earlier. He smelled of fresh cigarette and I wanted to slap the crown of his head for not letting me know he was going to sneak away from Mansion de snob for a smoke.

Looking over him, he was already dressed, his black jeans and dark blue shirt making me want to punch him. He was wearing the men's version of my evil jeans. With his cute butt wrapped up in all that denim I knew tonight I'd have to scowl extra hard at the women that would be trying to jump his bones in my presence. I may have not been besties with Alice, but it would be a cold day in hell before I let one of those skanks touch her man.

"Need some help there?" He asked, cocking his head to the side and giving me one of those grins that made me feel like an idiot. Stupid pretty boy.

"No" I snapped trying to pull the button closed once again, this time making it just touch. I'd almost had it, and I didn't have time to snap it shut before Jasper pushed my hands away and pulled the material together making me squeak.

"There you go baby" He mused, patting my thigh and moving toward the antique chair to take a seat. His blonde hair was wisping in front of his eyes and it made me want to pull his hair and bite his cheek.

"I'm not your baby" I growled as I crawled off the bed and checked myself in the mirror. The jeans were just a little uncomfortable but they made me look like sex on legs. If I hadn't known any better I swear they could have been painted on. Adjusting my tits in the black bra I snapped my fingers at Jasper who was currently sitting on my shirt, probably wrinkling it with his ass.

Before I could tell him what I wanted, he threw my shirt at me, making it land on my head. "Will you quit it!" I hissed, snatching the top from my head and slipping it on.

"Quit what?" He asked a little amused at my behaviour.

"You know - the whole lurking thing you're doing." I glared. I knew what he was doing. He did it every time we were about to hit the clubs. He wanted to have the big brother talk with me which consisted of the same shit every time. Don't get too drunk, don't go home with strangers, if you want to go home with some one - I want their drivers licence number and their mother's name as well as their social and the name of their first pet. Rolling my eyes at his innocent puppy dog eyes, he began laughing and shaking his head at me.

"You know me too well" He smiled.

"Of course I do" I smirked, bunching my hair up high and tying it with a band. I still had most of the make up on from earlier so I just patted some gloss on and let it be. "You are after all, my other half"

"Yeah - the better half. Now let's get this show on the road." He clapped standing and snatched my hand in his and all but dragged me out the bedroom door.

"So where exactly are we going?" I asked wondering what the boys had been planning all day. It had taken them an hour to decide what time to leave so the chance of having something actually planned was pretty slim.

"Well Emmett seems to know what he's doing, so I have placed our lives in his hands for this evening." As soon as he'd mentioned Rosalie's husbands name and our lives I wasn't exactly thrilled. I'd meet him earlier and his was like the American version of Arnold Schwarzenegger with the flirting capabilities of Colin Farrell. It was like he was a walking hard-on. Such a shame he was wasting it all on his wife. He was like a big, brawny kid, ready to pounce on the nearest thrill and strangle it with his bare hands while making us all suffer. His idea of fun would have consisted on beer, ball - preferably basketball - and bungee jumping. I was not safe at all in Emmett's hands.

Walking into the kitchen, Jasper grabbed two beers before leading me out to the front porch. It didn't take long before Emmett and Edward joined us. Emmett was dressed in a red button down shirt and black slacks while Edward wore light grey jeans and a white shirt. Edward obviously didn't know the rule we had about white shirts. White shirts meant wet t-shirt contest - even if it did consist of half a pint of beer over it. People had learned the hard way by partying with me and Jasper. We couldn't blame them. We'd be pissed too.

"Alright!" Emmett bellowed fist pumping the air. "My angel's asleep and the wife is about ready to head to bed. You boys ready to have the best damn time of your lives?"

"Oh hell no" I said shaking my head and looking pleadingly at Jasper. All I wanted to do was crawl up, back into the room and hit the hay for the night.

"Oh come on Lee, it'll be fun. You just wait and see" Emmett chuckled, wrapping an arm around my neck and pulling me toward to car. "Let Emmy take care of you"

"Hey you big Sasquatch motherfucker. No man handling me" I snapped, trying to wriggle free.

"Come on Leah, you promised you'd be good" Jasper said ushering me into the car before shutting the door. Not that I had a choice right?

I sat in the back with my arms crossed against my chest as Jasper hoped into the front seat with Emmett and Edward rode in the back with me. Even though we were at opposite end of the seat, it felt as if Edward was sitting right next to me and breathing down my neck, his personal perfume once again surrounding me and I felt a little light headed. Tucking the beer between my thighs I pulled down the buckle and snapped myself in. Turning to look at Edward I frowned when I didn't notice him wearing a seatbelt. Without saying a word I lent across and pulled his buckle down to snap him in also. "You forgot to buckle up" I whispered as I pulled away.

"I don't normally" He said with a frown as he looked toward me, or even past me.

"Well you have to when I am in the car" I said quietly, before sipping on my beer again. The air seemed thick as I let out a breath before Jasper spoke on my behalf.

"Leah's older brother died in a car accident. He wasn't wearing a belt"

And just like that Jasper and even Emmett pulled their belts down. I wanted to punch Jasper in the eye for telling these 'strangers' something so personal, but I knew most people would have only shrugged it off if I was to say anything else. Giving Jasper and small smile I sat back in the leather of the car seat and let the hum of the car over take me.


Club Black was mad as hell. Especially after four beers, three vodka chasers and two cock sucking cowboys. The music was changed up every now and then, alternating from the hard core techno beat to bump and grind RnB. Slipping back into the booth I grinned at Jasper. The music was so loud I literally had to scream across the table to get his attention.

"Assper!" I yelled watching as he frowned. He'd always hated the stripper name I gave him but I thought it suited him quite appropriately. Him and his cute butt.

"What Whorewater?" And just like that, he'd turned the tables.

Asshole.

For my own amusement I scratched my forehead with my middle finger and raised an eyebrow as he dipped his finger tips into his gin and tonic before flicking tiny drops of the drink at me. Oh it was on! Like Donkey Kong bitches.

Swirling my said finger in my tequila shot, I sucked it down my throat before glancing at Emmett who let out a disgruntled groan. "Please stop" He whined, using his hand to readjusted his jeans under the table. "You're reminding me of Rosey"

Eww! I screeched in my mind, disgusted that he'd just compared me to that Martha Stewart Medusa he'd left at home.

"Now now Emmett" Jasper tisked. "We all know Lee is way better than my sister"

"She wishes" He laughed making my hand grip my drink like a homeless guy being asked for a sip of his paper bag covered vodka.

Turning to Edward who had been fairly quiet all night, I batted my eyelashes. "Do you think I am hot Eddie?"

Emmett raised his eye brow at me and shook his head, laughing like he'd gone mental. "Of course he thinks you're hot. You're the first woman he's spent more than 5 minutes around." Raising an eyebrow of my own, I couldn't help but feel bad for Edward. His head was down and looking away from me like I was naked or something. I knew that those cheeks had lit up again and I slung an arm around his shoulders, glaring at Emmett.

"Hey, that's not very nice" I scolded, scooting a little closer to the guy that was turning into a human tomato. I could feel Edwards back and arms tense up at the closeness between us and I wanted to giggle at his uneasiness. My inability to make wise decision's had already left me and I gently ran the tips of my fingers over his neck, brushing them through the small nape of hair there. It was surprisingly soft and I had a major urge it smell him and run my nose against his neck to see if the strange perfume was coming from him. Hearing him suck in a quiet breath made me a little too excited and I scooted closer once again.

I could admit that I was probably being a total sleaze but I couldn't help it. Brady's annoying voice was still resounding inside my brain and the cure to get rid of one man is to find another. Plus - it wasn't like I was ever going to see him again after this weekend. Me and Jasper would go back to New York, I'd go on pretending I was happy and Jasper would probably marry his pretty midget. I wanted to have fun and I wanted to have fun now.

"Leah don't" Jasper sighed, grabbing my forearm and stopping me from touching Edward with my other hand. Turning, I was surprised to see my blonde bombshell friend watching me with worried eyes. Surely he knew I was just messing around, but maybe it was all too close for comfort? Maybe he thought I would fuck up his whole perfect relationship with his sister and her family.

"No no. I wanna see this" Emmett grinned taking a big happy slurp of his imported beer.

Focusing my attention back on Edward I rested my chin on his shoulder waiting for him to speak. He'd been a fly on the wall all night and it wasn't the usual male behaviour I was used to. The men I knew were loud, brash, insanely over confident and just plain over bearing. But not Edward. He was quiet, shy and very timid. Maybe he was just hiding from me? Maybe it was a case of him being secretive and he was really some big CIA spy who used his brother and his family as a cover.

Either way... I was over all the maybe's. I wanted a damn answer.

Reaching over I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed with enough pressure for him to understand I was still waiting to be answered. "Well?" I grinned, pressing my chin a little harder into his shoulder and cocking my head. "What do you think Edward?"

"I can't see you" He breathed out clutching the edge of the table.

"That's cause you're not looking at me" I mused as my nails scratched around the collar of his shirt lightly making him shudder under my touch. I was drowning in everything - namely alcohol - and most importantly Edward. While Brady and me had only been fucking for three months, the spark had long died. We would fuck without the cuddling, without the whispers. I had basically become a businessman's whore. He took me out to dinner, dressed me in dresses that revealed more skin than a bikini, introduced me to all his friends and even left money on my dresser. When I would ask him to do anything else he would shake me off and go back to reading his paper, or checking his blackberry like I was an inconvenience.

Every time I touched him, he didn't shudder or pant but merely stared at me silently asking what I was doing with his eyes. He hadn't liked me playing with his hair or being overly intimate in any way. Ouch. Thinking about that ass face fucker made me hurt a little in my chest. Fuck, I hadn't been in love with him or anything, but being treated like an animal rather than an equal was hurtful and could make someone feel worthless.

Watching Edwards adam's apple bob nervously in his throat, I squeezed his leg again, this time though a little higher to make sure I wouldn't be ignored. Before I had time to speak again Edward pushed my hands away from him.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry" He explained hurriedly before darting away from the table, knocking both his drink and a group of people over as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Fuck" I mumbled, lazily grabbing the dis-guarded tissues from the table and wiping them across my top. He just had to go and knock the drink straight into me.

"Damn, he's upset" Emmett grumbled, shifting out of the booth and smiling at me. "You owe me a drink for this too. Now I have to get all emo and comfort him. Just when I was having to good time too"

"Shut up!" I snapped still dragging the tissue across my clothing. Now I smelt like a fucking two dollar, rummed-up hooker.

"You deserved that" Jasper shrugged, throwing a couple of twenty's down on the table to cover our drinks.

"Right" I snarked, rolling my eyes. "I deserve to have his drink all over me. Oh for fuck's sake. My jeans are wet too" I whined, staring down at the wet patch near my thigh. My evil jeans had been massacred.

Cocking his head to the side Jasper smiled. "I don't think you're wet from the drink Lee baby" Damn, I'd left that one wide open.

"I don't know what you're talking about" The tone in my voice was dark and I knew I was about to have one of my famous outbursts.

"Sure you don't. What happened to Brady? I thought you and him were actually dating or something? Now you're into Edward?"

"I'm not into Edward" I grimaced, my nose twitching remembering that strange scent.

"You like him - I can tell. You should be honest with Brady. Or Edward. Or even yourself. But you shouldn't string either along."

"Maybe if you paid any attention to me today, you would have known that me and Brady are over." I sulked, throwing the wet scrunched up tissues down onto the table.

"I'm sorry about Brady of course, but I'm glad that you're not seeing him anymore. You're too good for him." He replied, seriously patting my hand.

"Right. That and the fact you both hate each other, of course, has nothing to do with it" I mused, rolling my eyes and tightening the band in my hair.

Taking another sip of his beer, he looked at me strangely like he was thinking hard about something. "What are you doing tomorrow?" The question was strange and I could only reply with a shrug. I didn't know anyone in this town so it wasn't like I could actually make plans or anything.

"Why?"

"I want you to help me pick out a ring" His face was serious and all I could do was frown.

"For what?" As soon as I said the words, it dawned on me like the sun rising for the first time, or in my case, a grand piano dropping on my head from three storeys up. "You're asking her to - MARRY YOU?" I shrieked, bursting from my seat and balling my fists to my side. This was not good. Not good at all.

"Of course. Surely you knew this was coming. You know I love her Leah" He said, concern running over his precious features.

"But marriage? MARRIAGE?" I was so far lost in my own thoughts the only thing I wanted to do was kick and scream until someone restrained me in a straight jacket and dragged me away. I was hurt, more than hurt. Here I was telling him how I'd broken up with Brady and he tells me his going to marry Alice? That he's going to run into the sunset with his midget wife and leave me all alone? Well fuck that and fuck him!

"I love her and I was hoping you'd be happy for me." Jasper replied, his eyes down cast on his drink.

"Yeah, can't you tell-" I replied flatly. "- I'm fucking ecstatic" I sniped. "Have a nice life" Pushing my way from the booth I moved away from my best friend hurriedly, ignoring the hurt look on his face.


I couldn't believe this was happening, it was all so fucked up. Jasper was going to leave me, he was going to start a life with that little kid looking thing and leave me. I couldn't afford the apartment we lived in on my own and there was no way in hell I was going to live there with a newly married couple. I could handle someone being happy, I just couldn't handle being constantly surrounded by it - drowning in it.

This was not the way this weekend was supposed to turn out. I was supposed to have fun with my best friend. We were supposed to use this time to get shit faced with his brother in law at night, and during the day he would spend time with his sister and I would sleep off all the alcohol. We were supposed to bond again after being rimmed to the floor from our jobs, our responsibilities - all that real life bullshit. However - marriage - was about as real as it got.

"Hey lady, were here" The cab driver that smelt like old spice and burgers said, as the cab idled in the driveway of the mansion. Groaning, I dug out a couple of twenty's from my pocket and passed it to him through the glass window seperating the front and back.

"Keep the change" I mumbled, getting out of the cab.

Watching the cab drive back out of the long dark driveway made me want to cry. Where was it going? Why was it leaving me all alone with a blonde bitch and her freaky smart kid. Rubbing my hands over my face I tried to snap myself out of 'meltdown' mode and back into 'escape' mode. My master plan of escape would result in one of two things. A - Jasper would never speak to me again or B - Jasper would never speak to me again and be crazy pissed. But whatever right? As long as he got the perfect life, with the picket fence and the babies... oh the babies... the wonderful tiny children that would run around him, the children he would scoop up and kiss, the children who would jump up and down in his and Alice's bed on Christmas morning.

"Great. Now I am just fucking pathetic" I hissed as I angrily wiped away the tears that were falling down my cheeks.

"Hello Leah" A voice murmured, making me almost tumble down the front steps as I climbed them towards the door. Snapping my head left, there was Edward, in all his shy glory. He was perched in a comfortable looking rocking sofa, its white and light blue stripes making it look like homely and warm.

"You know Emmett's looking for you?" I said, walking over and leaning back on to the porch railing as he lightly rocked himself.

"I figured as much" He replied with a small smile. The porch was dark but the light of the dim lit moon shone over him nicely. His white shirt had a slight glow under the rays, making him dully illuminate.

"I'm sorry" We both replied at the same time, before smiling and chuckling.

"You mind if I sit?" I asked feeling my heels begin to pinch my toes. I needed to sit badly but I wanted him to be okay with me taking a seat next to him, after all, I had kind of been a jerk at the club.

"Not at all" He said smoothly.

I was guessing he was quite surprised when I sat next to him after I'd kicked my heels off, even though I had pointed to the area when I asked. His back was tense again, though not as much anymore. I wasn't breathing down his neck and tried to stay as far away as I could from him. The wind picked up a little and there were nearby sounds of small creatures but not much else. The air out here was so much fresher than back in New York and I couldn't help but breathe it in deeply before exhaling again.

"It's nice isn't it?" Edward said placing his hands on his thighs. He looked like he had nice hands, big yet still girly enough to feel amazing against a woman's skin. His fingers were long and just looking at them I could feel I slight buzz in between my legs. The alcohol had really done a number on me. Not only was I stupid as fuck, now I was horny as a sailor.

"Yeah" I coughed a little to clear my thoughts. "It's different. Nice but still different"

"If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been in New York? Were you born there?"

"Nah. My dad moved there when I was ten years old. I was actually born near Seattle, in a small, off the maps kinda town. I basically spent every holiday in New York with my father and when school would start I'd go back to my mother's house. Have you been?"

"I never had the chance really. I don't travel much" He shrugged as he splayed his fingers over his denim clad legs. "Can you - can you describe it to me?" His voice was unsure again, back to the shy Edward I'd met.

"New York?" When he nodded I had to think hard about describing the city to someone who had never seen it before. "There are lights as far as the eye can see. Colours everywhere. They say it's the city that never sleeps. After living there for as many years as I have, it starts to become - I don't know - old. Don't get me wrong, I loved that city down to my very core, it just - people there - they walk too fast, eat too fast and have relationship like they're going out of fashion. Being there feels like everything is moving so fast you can't keep up. It's like living on speed."

"And here?" He asked smoothly, his teeth gleaming as he bit down on his bottom lip.

"And here - It's just fresh, you know. Slow." Sighing I tilted my head back and closed my eyes.

"I never got to answer your question" He all but whispered.

Opening my eyes my breath hitched and caught in my throat at the distance he'd covered in mere seconds. I could feel his hand lightly touch my forearm and I just about came in my jeans. "What - what are you-"

"You wanted an answer, didn't you?" He mused, placing his hand around my wrist and pressing his fingers gently into my skin. Before I could reply his other hand came up to my shoulder and his fingertips lightly brushed my collar bone. His hands felt like they were leaving tiny little trails of lust all over my body. My heart rate was increasing and my eyes started to flutter and the skin of his palm slowly worked it's way up my neck. Jesus, he was magical, he was a fucking master. Watching his hand curl a little, he stroked my cheek with the back of his hand before running it through the hair over my ear.

"Your skin is so soft" He groaned as he ran his thumb over the shell of my ear, tracing it's shape. "Your ears are small but beautiful" He breathed, making his hot breath wash over me like a drug.

Laying his index finger over my ear, his thumb ran against my chin and I wanted nothing more than to angle my mouth down and suck it between my lips.

Shifting closer, I whimpered as his thumb pressed the underside of my jaw up, making me tilt my head back, while he ran his nose so damn close to my neck. "You smell like water lilies and raspberries" He murmured as his mouth lifted to near my ear. "Even though I can't see you, I know your exquisite. Devine."

Looking back at him I noticed his eyes were closed as he pulled away from me. His breathing matched my own and it felt like my chest was going to explode. Not even when Brady and I had gotten together, did he ever touch me like that. He couldn't leave invisible fire on my skin, he couldn't make my heart jump at his touch nor my underwear soak by just the feel of his skin on mine.

It wasn't even a case of whether I was sober or not. I wanted Edward and I wanted him now.

Before he could pull back any further I quickly pulled his hand back to my face and lay my own over his cheek. Before he could ask me what I was doing, I kissed him. I kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before. It was hard and wanting because there was no doubt in my fucked up head that I wanted him. And I wanted it bad.


AN - I really wanted to be evil and keep this chapter from y'all for a little while but I couldn't. It's impossible! Me and my ADHD can't contain the excitement anymore! We needed to post this chapter! LMFAO. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. My WILF girls are not impressed with me betraying our Alpha, so I do hope you are enjoying! I WILL be punished!