Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with this whole Twilight experience. If I did, I would have made Rob, Kristen and Taylor attend the London Eclipse Premiere.

AN: I'm mixing it up a little... Enjoy.

Chapter Three

Lesson No. 3: 'Fresher's don't know their limits.'

Edward POV

"Two Tequila Sunrise's and a Screaming Orgasm and whatever you're having…"

I look up mid order at the girl who is leaning across the bar.

It's not her, and my stomach sinks again.

Fuck, I can't keep doing this. My nerves have gone to shit and I can't concentrate.

I knew it wasn't her, as soon as she spoke. I'd recognize that silky, kind of breathy – so-all-I-can-think-about-is-fucking-her – voice.

I still can't help but glance around again though, to see if she has finally arrived. Emmett and Jasper said they would bring the girls here tonight before going out to the club. And I'd been fantasizing about what she would wear since the start of the shift.

Clearly blondie here doesn't like this too much, because she purrs the order again, just in case I didn't catch it the first time.

"Yeah, I got it," I mutter.

I know full well what game she is playing. She wants all my attention and at one time I probably would have been interested in letting her sink her claws into me. Crass, yes. But I'm a man, I have needs. But not needs a girl like this, can meet anymore.

Granted, she has a hot, toned body, a nice busty handful and blonde hair that cascades down her shoulders. She's definitely attractive and a good kiss-able height. She could fit quite snugly under my chin while I nibble and bite away, whispering dirty things in her ear. Hell, she'd be panting at me to rip off her panties in no time.

And that's just one of my many charms ladies…

I curse inwardly when she gives me a smirk. She clearly thinks I'm eyeing her up.

Because she's definitely God's gift to man.

Maybe she is extremely good looking, but it's a complete turn off when girls think their all special and shit and she's showing a bit too much…skin.

Shit.

And there goes my man card. Along with my balls.

I could probably just tell her I'm not interested, but girls like this tip big. Very big. But what can I do? Turn around and tell her, 'I'm sorry, I wasn't staring at you specifically… I've got a few things going on in this very handsome head of mine – and you aren't actually turning me on for some reason. Maybe try again later?'

I growl in frustration, sliding the cocktail shaker I have been using across the bar. I hate that she has gotten under my skin, so easily and so quickly… that I barely even realized it was happening… until it was too late.

I don't even know her really. She's just a Fresher. New meat. Hell, I don't even know her last name.

But I know I have to have her. Every time I'm around her there is this… charged atmosphere. Like suddenly nothing around us exists and it's just she and I.

And usually in my imagination a bed, or a shower or a work surface for convenience too.

But Jeez, I'm Edward Cullen. Usually I would be dazzling every pretty little honey in sight, not that I would probably need too. My Fresher Rep status does the work for me, because lets face it. Every Fresher wants to fuck a Rep. And I'm not just any Rep.

I'm the Rep.

I glance around the bar looking at how crowded it is becoming. There is so much perky little fresher virgin talent, waiting to be welcomed to U-dub, in the less traditional sense. But I can't focus on anything but the door. All I can do is stare at it every time it opens, hoping for her little perky ass to come trotting through.

I can still feel the blondes gaze on me and I look up catching her openly ogling my muscled arms.

"Did you want to change your order?"

"No, everything's just perfect."

She smirks and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. We both know she's not talking about the drinks.

She glances at my muscles again when she thinks I'm not looking and normally I'd give them a bit of a flex – a sort of preview if you will – as I pour the ingredients for her Screaming Orgasm into a new cocktail shaker filled with ice. But I just can't force myself to act interested, when I'm clearly not.

She begins talking to her friend, laughing out loud but it's so unnatural and fake. Nothing like Bella's charming giggle.

At least blondies attention is no longer on me. I sneak a glance when she's busy talking, wondering if the connection between my brain and dick has somehow been cut. Maybe I need to see a doctor or something because she really is an attractive girl and she's begging for it.

I study the way her hair flows down her chest. It's actually probably long enough to just brush those perky nipples, I can see trying to break out of that skimpy little piece of material…she likes to call an outfit.

Grabbing a shot glass, I pour the shooter into it quickly. I watch as she bats her eyelashes and puckers her lips, tapping her fake nails against the bar as she waits.

Another reason why I think my dick won't inflate. She's wearing far too much makeup and its only gonna end up spread over my pillow in the morning. When a guy wakes up with all that black shit on his pillow in the morning, its time to put your foot down.

One of the many reason's why I don't take any girls home. And certainly not into my bed. Plus I'd rather not have them thinking like they have an invitation to stay with me the following day. It happened once and it will never happen again. I had to get her friends to come and drag her away, because she practically holed herself up in my bed. Emmett still ribs me for that shit.

But Jasper was pissed. He doesn't particularly like how I go about women. He's stuck in his Southern Gentlemen way and I'm doing it 21st Century style. I like to call it my Cullen Charm – he calls it my man-whore tendencies.

I begin to wonder what happened between now and last week. I'd be all over this blonde.

I just wouldn't take her home to my bed.

Not that it would matter anyway. Standing up, lying down or over a fucking bar top… I can perform well anywhere.

Hell I could imagine it now…I'd be whispering sweet nothings in her ear and picking up her bar tab. I'd probably slip her a few more shooters. Just enough to loosen her up…metaphorically and ensure I was accompanying her and those sexy long legs home, for a night wrapped around my waist, or over my shoulders.

And lets face it; she would probably get more than one Screaming Orgasm on the house so to speak…

Because, I am just that good.

Fuck. I didn't even get a chubby.

"Five dollars," I finally mutter, placing the shooter on the bar and giving the two cocktails a final stir before handing them over to the blonde. I probably should have anticipated her next move, hell it is almost comical.

She leans across the bar, making her breasts spill over the top of her trashy little dress. "Nothing for you?" She whispers, her question laced with innuendos and I have to bite my lip before I respond with a witty retort. It would probably have her self-esteem flying low for months to come and I'm not that mean.

"No, no thank you."

Instead I hand the girl her change, keeping my fist clenched so that she cant slip that little piece of paper I know is lurking in between her fingers, into mine and turn back to stocking the bar and cleaning out the cocktail shaker for the next customer.

My Blackberry is only looking for one number tonight.

And it isn't hers.

I look up to the clock, noticing it is just gone eleven and the place is heaving. Tonight is the first night of Fresher's Week at U-dub and I got called in to cover Jared at the Climax Bar on campus. He said it was something about hazing the new pledges.

Usually I would have avoided this, especially with it being the first night I would be Fresher Repping with Emmett and Jasper. But I owe Jared big time. Working a bar for the night is the least I can do.

Besides Climax is the best student bar in town. It is always rammed with hot sweaty bodies, guest D.J's pumping music so loud, your ears will still be buzzing in the early morning. And most importantly, enough cheap liquor to ensure everyone and specifically anyone can get laid, before waking up to face the not-so-pretty-sight in the morning.

To be honest it is no surprise that Climax is such a hit with students. It has a feel good vibe, charged atmosphere and the best thing… even working here has its plus sides.

From this spot I have a VIP view of every area in the bar. Meaning that as soon as she walks in, I'll be able to openly ogle her and there will be fuck all she can do about it.

And though I know she will probably come here for a few drinks, because Emmett had promised after all. I was secretly hoping that Emmett and Jasper and even myself could charm the girls into sticking here for the whole of the night. Plus if Rosalie and Alice stay then Bella would have no other option but to stay really.

Wouldn't she?

Well not unless she hooks up with someone, who wants to take her home to ruin his pristine white bed sheets.

And that is happening…

Over.

My.

Dead.

Body.

I squeeze the glass I'm holding a little too tight and a searing pain shoots through my wrist. Kate waltzes over and wraps my hand in a cold compress.

"Careful Cullen, wouldn't want to put those fingers out of action would we? I need you to help me work the bar tonight, so quit going all Emo on me," She laughs, and I glare at her.

"Don't worry, I can work wonders with my left hand too," I reply before flexing the fingers on my free hand.

"Spirit Fingers, my arse." She laughs, slapping me on the ass and walking away to serve customers at the other side of the bar.

If I hadn't known Kate was batting for the other team, I'm sure I would have shown her exactly how talented my fingers are a long time ago.

I glance at her as she is walking away, stopping for a moment to admire her commitment to making tips, even at the expense of being the star of practically every mans dreams, in here tonight. And even though she has her long-term girlfriend, Jane waiting at home for her. She makes sure that she plays her part, to get as many tips as possible.

Tonight, she is wearing a short little black skirt with fishnet tights and a cropped top, which emphasizes her toned and incredibly sexy stomach. I laugh to myself, because that girl can earn more tips than me. And that is saying something.

"Hey Kate!" I shout back across the bar. I don't know if she will be able to hear me above the music but she turns around acknowledging me, tossing the tequila bottle into her left hand and flipping me the bird in the process.

Not only is she stupidly attractive. This girl is an amazing barmaid. She is full of little tricks that are bound to bump up her wages tonight.

She pours the tequila into shot glasses lined up across the bar before speaking.

"What now Cullen?"

Her tone sounds bored…but I know better. Kate loves our little banter, hell that's why she is working the same bar as me tonight.

"Tips-athon?" I smirk, knowing she never backs down from a bet.

"Winner takes all? She asks and I nod quickly.

She knows the score. Whoever can make the most tips, will take home their tips, and the losers. Now if I were anyone else, I wouldn't dare to put my tips on line because Kate is good. Too good, in fact.

But I don't work here for the money, I don't really need too. So putting my tips on the line for a little bit of fun is a no brainer for me. And usually it wasn't for her either. Tonight she doesn't disappoint.

"Your on little boy," she laughs, before turning back to the shots she is now sending across the bar to a row of men.

She keeps one for herself and knocks it back without the salt or lime.

Hardcore.

The men hoot and cheer, all their eyes focused upon her. Another man reaches forward handing her a note, whispering something in her ear. His hands reach their way around her waist and I cant help but step forward and grab her away.

Kate can handle herself. But she is practically like a little sister to me and I could never stand back and let sleazes have their way with her. I grit my teeth, my eyes flashing in warning. But she just laughs. She knows how much it annoys me and plays on it.

She pushes me away pocketing the money in the process before hitching her skirt up even higher and bending over to retrieve a bottle from the lowest fridge possible.

Did I mention, she usually brings it on herself?

Queue the catcalls.

This girl is so predictable. That's why she earns the most tips.

Hell, I'd just stocked the highest and closest fridge to her position and she fucking knew it. The little minx was playing dirty, like usual, though it is hardly surprising. Kate earns a lot of tips here from unsuspecting men. She knows how to play the game, and get them hot and heavy before bagging the rest of their change. They clearly can't resist her long dark hair, wide eyes and full pouty lips.

She is hot and she knows it.

But I am hotter…

I unbutton the top button of my grey shirt, not surprised at all when Kate turns around raising her eyebrows and whistling. "Two can play that game," I laugh back, before ripping it from my shoulders until all I'm wearing is white wife beater and my black jeans.

"I think you should probably put on a belt." Kate's eyes are now fixed upon the ever-increasing line of women queuing in front of my bar space waiting to get served.

"And stop all these beautiful ladies seeing this fine specimen?" I reply, reaching up to the highest shelf possible to reach some glasses.

She waltzes back over, flicking a twisted cloth at me, before reaching for some glasses, which are at a more reasonable height.

"Just in case you didn't know, there's some glasses here. No need for you to exert yourself now is there?" She asks, patting me on the arm. "Although you should know that really after all…considering you're the one that stocked the bar, right Cullen?"

I laugh again, shrugging my shoulders. I don't know what she's talking about. It was just an innocent mistake. It's hardly my fault that my t-shirt rode up mid-stretch giving the whole bar a view of my defined abdominal muscles…right? I needed the glasses after all…

"Bring it on, handsome!"

She laughs, kissing me on the cheek, before pinching my bum and moving back to her side of the bar, "there's people waiting, so you better get your groove on and stop tarting around."

Like she can talk.

Though I'm desperate to win the tips bet and like Kate, willing to play dirty to win. It doesn't mean that I actually enjoy being ogled all night long.

Gritting my teeth, I turn around coming face to face with a brunette beauty that is so stunning, no other girl in the vicinity can compare.

I fucking warned you, she stole my man-card!

She's wearing a midnight blue dress thing, which shines under the spotlights and her cleavage… fuck her cleavage is just there – right in my face. I just want to lean over the bar and bury myself in it and see if she tastes as sweet as I imagine. The dress is strapless and her collarbone is calling to me. It looks like she has a black blazer of some sort flung over her arm and I thank the high Gods that she isn't wearing it.

I don't care if she is cold, that dress is not going to be covered up on my watch.

Chivalry is dead, face it.

Her long hair is tired up in a messy knot thing, I don't know exactly… but it looks fucking hot, with all these loose tendrils framing her luscious lips and smoky eyes. It's just about the right amount of makeup.

This girl is going to be the death of me.

Fact.

"Hey," I choke, leaning forward so that the bar covers the hard on, which I am now sporting.

Clearly everything in that department is in full working order.

I lift my arms onto the bar, and can't help but smirk when I notice her gaze lingers there for a while. Maybe I do flex my muscles this time.

Bite me.

"What can I get you, beautiful?"

She finally looks up, although I notice her eyes don't meet mine. Her cheeks are tinged with red, and I guess she's realized I know she's ogling me. She's embarrassed and it's adorable.

Oh fuck, adorable? Seriously Cullen.

Not that I mind she's eyeing me up, because hell I'm doing the same to her.

"Hmm," she begins, leaning forward to grasp the cocktail menu and I'm pretty sure she knows she just gave me an eyeful of her rack. "What's good?"

She gently taps her finger against the menu and I want to fucking bite it. Time to put your cocktail knowledge to use Cullen.

"How about a Fucking Hot?" I reply in a sultry tone, hoping she will understand the double implication of what I've said.

She's fucking hot.

I'm fucking hot.

We could make a lot of hot fucking hotness together.

She looks up again, still not meeting my eyes. Instead, her eyes rest upon my messy hair, which is probably matted to my forehead with sweat. I run my fingers through it trying to make it look a bit better, not that it ever goes how I want.

Luckily she doesn't see this because her eyes are to preoccupied with taking in the rest of my body. Her gaze moves down to look at the wife beater I'm wearing – which if I admit – I'm actually wishing I hadn't decided to strip down to now.

I feel like a right tool.

Finally, her gaze stops on my Calvin Klein boxer shorts, which are apparently peeking out from under my low cut jeans. The look in her eyes, makes me want to imagine she is visualizing what lies underneath.

And if your lucky baby, I'll let you have a real look later tonight.

Finally her eyes meet mine, but they aren't bright and sparkling. Not like how I imagined they would be at all. Something's wrong.

They are cold and narrow…and slightly glazed? Though I barely know her, I know something's definitely wrong.

"No, I don't think so," she spits. Her voice is laced with venom and I cant understand why, "…and I've seen better cocktails." She adds, pushing the menu back towards me.

Are we still talking about the same thing? What is her problem? And why is she going all hot and cold on my ass?

Granted we haven't really even – erm – spoken properly, but I'm Edward Cullen.

What's not to fucking like?

Besides I know she can feel the attraction between us and I figured she was just playing hard to get or whatever in the dinner hall. But hell, now she is just being down right unreasonable. She was clearly into me when I went to her flat. Okay possibly not into the whole setting-off-the-alarms-to-annoy-the-Fresher's business, but that wasn't me…so it wasn't like I really did anything wrong to be honest.

I push the menu back towards her and turn the page over, ignoring the spark I feel when my fingers touch her.

I point to another cocktail on the list.

"How about a Comfortable, Fuzzy Screw?"

"Not a chance," she answers again, shutting down my choice before I can even tell her the ingredients.

I try again. "Sex Machine?"

"Apparently so…," she replies, shrugging of the confused look I give her.

"Okay, one Sex Machine coming up."

I really hope she gets out of this mood she's currently in. Because quite frankly I've never had to work this hard before and she is making me feel as though I'm doing something seriously wrong. Are my Cullen charms ineffective on her or something?

"No" She calls, grabbing my hand across the bar. Though she barely grasps it, I still halt my movements. "I didn't say I wanted one, did I?"

Didn't she?

"Fine Bella," I reply, extending her name – just because.

Well just because it sounds good coming off my lips. "What do you want because if you haven't noticed, I'm pretty busy right now and I haven't got time for you to mess me around."

I hoped she understood the double meaning to that too.

"Fine, I've chosen… a drink…I mean – Mind Fuck." She adds, thrusting the menu back towards me so I have to catch it before it hits the ground.

"Fine." I reply, instantly feeling like a 12 year old because I just repeated what she said.

"And make the tequila a double shot."

She sighs before turning her back to the bar and me.

What the fuck?

After passing her the drink and then arguing for another few minutes about how it is on the house. She finally thrusts a note in my direction, throwing it over the bar and quickly walking away.

She stumbles slightly into a girl who is coming off the dance floor and I want to rush over and steady her. But I cant. Plus she probably doesn't want me touching her anyway, in the mood that she's in.

I turn to pick up the note, fully intent on handing it back to her later and glance back up to see where she's gone. Fuck.

I'm bent over mid air and Emmett would probably bum me if he was around right now and for once I don't think I'd care.

She's on the dance floor, and swaying her hips and her long slender legs are being framed with some fuck me shoes. I nearly cum in my pants.

"Finders keepers," yells Kate who has obviously witnessed the debacle and is now happily picking up the tips to Bella's change from the floor.

"Whatever," I mutter. My eyes are still on Bella, who is now leaning against the far wall and chatting away to some blonde scum ball sleaze.

When did that happen?

"I'm taking my break." I yell, before disappearing over the bar into the crowd. I scan around looking for the bright Fresher T-shirts that will lead me to Jasper and Em.

Come on…

Finally I spot them in a booth in the corner. They have their arms wrapped around Rosalie and Alice.

Now that's not predicable at all.

"Hey man," Emmett calls, slapping me on the back, "you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, you?" Not that I need to ask that. He is fucking fine. He has the girl.

"Yeah man, we missed you tonight. We taught the girls how to play Ring of Fire."

He motions over to where Bella is now stood, slightly swaying to the side.

"Bella was a pro man, she took it like a man and I'm pretty much in awe of her now. You haven't seen a girl down beer until you've seen that one do it," he points in her direction and I groan audibly.

He leans forward motioning me over as though to tell me a secret. " And she looks hot drinking it too." He makes a blowjob sign l and I punch his arm.

Fantastic.

They'd gotten her drunk.

I watch her again this time and notice the way she is constantly leaning onto something and her arms are flying about the place as she talks.

Hmm how didn't I notice that before?

Because you were too interested in staring at her breasts Cullen, or trying to show off with your extensive cocktail knowledge.

"Is she okay?" I ask, nodding in her direction because clearly no one else is giving a damn about her.

"Yeah she's fine," replies Alice, "wasted buuuut she's fine. With a capital F," she adds before giggling. Her head slips off of Jazz's shoulder with the vibrations and he smiles, looking down into her face.

Don't you mean Fucked with a capital F?

Because you look just Fine too…

I turn to Emmett now who is whispering in Rosalie's ear and not giving a damn about watching Bella in the corner. He's Repping tonight so he's meant to be looking after her. I'm getting pissed off.

"Rosalie, does she know who she's with?" I ask again. But it seems that Rosalie is far too interested in examining Emmett's hands to look out for her friend.

I glance up again and she's now surrounded by a few more men.

Excellent.

"Meh," she shrugs, taking another long sip of the cocktail that is in front of her, "she'll BE fine Eduardo."

She laughs. "B... Do you get it? B for Bella?"

I roll my eyes and turn to the final person at the table, pleading with my eyes. "Jazz, man I've gotta go back to the bar – but look after these okay? They don't need anymore to drink either." I make it clear that I include Bella in that too and I'm pretty sure he doesn't miss the way my eyes fly over to the corner where she is now sitting in a booth, chatting away to someone.

I make a quick detour on the way back… to collect glasses obviously.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, reaching over to collect the glasses that are conveniently placed right in front of her.

At least she can't say I'm stalking her.

"I'm okay E..dward." She mutters.

But her eyes are pretty glazed over and the table has a lot of empty glasses with little umbrellas and shit in. Unless the dick she's sitting with has been having chick drinks all night, I'm gonna guess she's had a lot more than the one cocktail I've made her.

"Come on," I put down the empty glasses and reach for her. "Lets go and get you some water."

"No I'm fiiiine" she whines and I can't help but chuckle. She sounds like Rosalie, but much cuter. "Hell, no H20," she adds, sitting back and laughing so hard a snort comes out. Now that's more like it. More like the nerdy geek I saw before.

"Bella, please. For me?" I pull a Cullen smirk.

"Edward, leave me alone. I'm –hic- good."

"Yeah your fine, aren't you babes." The dude she's sitting next to, places his arm around her waist and pulls her closer to him.

It's the little sleazy blonde fucker again who looks like he should be in a boy band. I narrow my eyes at him. I'm two seconds away from removing his ass from the premises… permanently.

"I think you have a bar to attend to." He smirks, running his nose along her cheek and she giggles. Fucking giggles. "Stop. Ticklish."

Oh hell no.

"I think you heard the lady. Stop. Now. Before I make you."

Bella glances drunkardly between us. "Its okay." She pushes his hands away and I breath a sigh of relief. She stands up slowly and I smirk at the fucker before taking her hand and helping her towards the bar.

I feel like I've won, until she turns around yelling, "call me" at the blonde douche that is still sat at the table. The little fucker smirks at me this time. Great.

At least I have the girl. And I would soon have her phone to intercept that particular call. Because that is simply not happening.

Slowly I walk her across the room, which is emptying by the minute. I seat her right in front of me, so I can see if anyone comes to bother her again.

And by anyone, I mean the little tool over in the corner, who is still watching her every movement.

"Drink this," I motion, placing a large glass of water in front of her. If she said she was fiiiine one more time, I swear I will...do something. Not entirely sure what, but she is confusing me to hell and I feel all-protective. I don't know what's wrong with me.

"I don't – hic – need you –urgh, my head – rr…rescuing me." Her hands reach up to grasp her head and she pushes the drink away from her.

"Yeah, because that's what it really looks like. You're little friend over there looked pretty friendly." I spit through gritted teeth. Why can't she just let me help her?

"Yeah, well…I can –hic – always do with more… friends" she spits back, though she doesn't bother to even look up. And the way she says 'friends' makes it sound like such a venomous word.

What is wrong with being friends with me?

"Yeah well, your gonna get a few more if you carry on the way you're drinking." I reply knowing I'm egging her on now, but I can't help it.

"What…EVER Edward – just… I want a drink…another Head Fuck," she mutters.

Because that's just what I'm going to make her… "I can drink waaaay more than you…hicc…Eddie. Just make me one."

I'm just going to ignore that comment.

"Don't you mean a Mind Fuck?" I mutter back, knowing that I'm probably going to piss her off a bit more, but I want to find out what her problem is. And I secretly want to keep her talking to me.

"Whatever," she whispers, "your good at fucking up minds."

I grab the glass she has pushed away and place it back in front of her.

"What is it?" She mutters, not even bothering to open her eyes to have a look. "Is it,"…hiccup…."one of your,"…hic…"cocktails?"

I have a chubby again. Fuck.

Just because she said the word cock, doesn't mean you have to rise to attention buddy.

"Yeah it's the Green Eyed Monster," adds Kate who has suddenly appeared at my side. "It's Cullen's specialty tonight, apparently."

"Kate…" I growl, nudging her away. I don't need her telling Bella how obsessed I am with her. But it doesn't matter anyway. Bella finally looks up; her eyes are switching between us.

I smile at Kate as she walks away, before looking back at Bella. "Its water. Just water." I push it towards her further, but she ignores it completely.

"I ugh.. I need to go." Her eyes are avoiding mine again. I reach forward to grab her hand but she pulls it from my grasp, instead yelling for Alice and Rose.

"Wait." I call, but she ignores me and stumbles out of the door. It doesn't escape my notice that the little blonde fucker accompanies her out too.

I quickly yank my phone out of my pocket sending a text to Jasper and Emmett to make sure they make sure the girls get home safely. I know at least Jasper will realize I include Bella in that too.

I check for a delivery note, before throwing my hands up in the air in defeat. When I think I'm getting through to her she does a U-turn and changes direction.

"Sorry, Cullen" Kate mutters, patting me on the back.

"For what? Its' not like you did anything right?"

"Well not technically, but….well. You're pretty blind you know that?" She adds.

Yeah just hit a guy when he's down, why don't you?

She grabs the glasses from the bar to rinse them out before continuing, "well from the stink eye she was giving me… I'd suggest that she thinks that we're probably dating or some shit. Me and you, not happening Cullen – But I wouldn't mind dating her fine ass." She laughs and I narrow my eyes at her, how can she find this funny?

And repeat; over my dead body.

"This isn't funny K, what the hell!...And leave off my girl," I add.

Take that as a warning.

"Your girl hey?" She laughs, even though I cant see what is remotely funny about this shit at all. "Well it looks like you've got a lot to go and sort out lover-boy. Leave the glasses to me and go get home to your girl."

She pushes me towards the door and yanks my tips from my pockets in the process. "And I'll take these thank you very much."

She laughs before closing the door in my face.

I nod to the bouncer, Demetri as I leave and slowly start the walk back to Bella's dorm. I half hope I stumble across her wasted on the way. Not that I don't want her to be safe or anything, but my chivalrous side wants to come out and play. Plus then maybe I can tuck her into bed.

However, the nearer I come to her flat, the less of a possibility I realize that will be. She is clearly already inside.

Or I fucking hope she is in there.

In there, AND alone to be precise.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Emmett, because I know that I cant settle until I know she's definitely in there.

"Hey man, where are you?"

"I'm just – walking home?" I reply, hoping he doesn't notice I phrased it like a question. Not that it was a big deal, but I didn't really want to tell him where I was really heading.

"Cool, cool. Well, we took the girls home, everything's fine. So we'll see you in five?"

Fuck.

He's completely unaware that he has just thwarted my plan to go and 'check' in on Bella.

"We have pizza and beer man, don't tell me your sacking us off for a pretty little honey?"

"No Em…no girls tonight." I reply, pretty irritated he thinks I'd do that.

Yeah, because you've got a great track record Cullen.

"Good."

I hear him grunt, his mouth is obviously full of pizza, "better hurry up before it's all gone."

"Yeah, see you in a few," I groan, before ending the call.

If I can't see her before she falls asleep tonight, I'd just have to make sure I'm the first one she wakes up to in the morning.

AN: So what do you think of E? Obnoxious? Nice? Sheexy?