A/N I'm back, finally! Sorry for the delay. I had a O/S that I had to get out and had to put this off to do that. But I'll try not to take so long for the next one! See you below!

Sideline Collision Chapter 3

I pulled up in front of Reed Girl's apartment complex and shut off my engine. One glance in the mirror confirmed that I looked good enough for her to eat, so I got out, grabbed the reeds and shut the door, patting my baby on her hood before heading into the apartment complex.

Some geeky looking chick was waiting at the elevator, staring at me with her mouth wide open. I raised a brow and strolled past her to the stairs. I didn't need her slobbering all over me before I got the chance to fuck Reed Girl. Nothing more needed to get in the way of us hooking up again, and slobber from some pimply faced nerd could give her the wrong idea.

I hit the fourth floor and apartment 432 was just ahead on my right. I walked to it and knocked on the red door, putting on my best smile in preparation for her to see me again. She seemed the type to peek through the peep hole, even though she knew I was coming over. I waited for a minute and still nothing so I rang the bell. Maybe she was primping in the bathroom. Shit, she could even be in the shower. And with that thought, my cock was hard again. Maybe I should take her in there and then in her bed. Wet Reed Girl would be sexy as fuck. Wet in more ways than one, naturally.

Still no answer. She hadn't struck me as the high maintenance type, but what the fuck did I know? I'd really spent less than an hour with her and all of that was arguing and fucking. So awesome. I'd give her another five minutes and knock again. Surely that would be enough time.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, her face immediately filling my mind. She really was pretty, even when she was being a bitch like she'd been about her reed. Those snapping brown eyes and pouty lips made me want to bite her. Hopefully she was still pissed about me not leaving her precious reeds with the virtuoso pervert back at the music store. Virtuoso, ha! More like virtuous. No way that dweeb ever got laid.

Five minutes had passed so I rang the bell again. The blinds were closed so I couldn't see shit in the apartment, but I didn't hear anything. What the fuck? Was she even here? Was this even her place? She was fucking with me again, I just knew it. She couldn't make anything simple, even delivery of her own stupid reeds. Well fuck that, I didn't need her shit.

Who did she think she was? Who did she think I was? I was Edward fucking Cullen, not some loser like that assmunch back at the music store who would gladly sit at her feet and wait for whatever fucking table scraps she tossed his way. I could have any fucking girl at this school and I certainly didn't need her bullshit.

I took one of the reeds out of its case, looked at it for a minute and then broke the fucker and tossed it on her welcome mat. $30 down the drain, but I didn't fucking care. I'd take the other two back to the damn store and shove them up little Jacob's nostrils and then have him call her crying. Then I'd find the first hot girl I saw and fuck the shit out of her and fuck Reed Girl right out of my head.

I turned to leave just as the elevator opened and two girls came out, laughing. Neither one of them was Reed Girl but they were both pretty fucking hot, especially the tall blonde. She laughed at something the short one with black hair said and tossed her head. The smile on her face froze at the sight of me and her eyes narrowed. What the fuck was that all about? I didn't know that girl. I'd have remembered if we fucked. At least I think I would have.

She said something to the little one and they headed my way.

"You're Edward Cullen," Blondie said coolly, her eyes raking over me. She had really weird eyes, almost a purplish color. She was hot. And it was about time somebody fucking recognized me.

"Yeah, I am." I gave her and her friend my best smile but was met with blank stares. What the hell?

"What in the hell are you doing at our apartment?" Blondie took out some keys and slid one into the lock, twisting it and opening the door.

"I'm here to see Bella, but she's not answering the door."

Blondie shook her head. "Bella's at work." At work? She was at fucking work? Why hadn't she told me that? Because she wanted to waste my fucking time again, of course. What the hell was her problem?

"Well, if you'll let her know that I stopped by…" I was done with this bitch and I wasn't leaving her reeds with her roommates.

"No, I won't do that," Blondie snapped, putting her hands on her slim waist. What was her problem? Maybe all the crazy bitches were rooming together. Shorty was silent but Blondie and Reed Girl clearly had some fucking issues.

"Why not?"

"Because you're an asshole."

Naturally, I was an asshole. She was the one being a hostile bitch to a guy she didn't even know, but I was the asshole. Spare me from the fucking dramatics.

"Excuse me, but do I even know you? Did I fuck you or something? Because I think I'd remember that." I gave her my most charming smile and her mouth dropped open. Nope, I didn't recognize that look on her either, so clearly I hadn't let her suck my cock.

Her finger shot out and jabbed me in the chest. "You most certainly have never had the pleasure of fucking me, Edward Cullen. If you had, you'd remember."

Maybe she and Reed Girl were sisters. They acted very much alike. "Well then, why are you acting like I ran over your fucking dog?"

The little one giggled but didn't say anything. Blondie stepped inside and continued to glare at me. "Because you're one and the same."

What the hell did that even mean? "I'm not sure what the hell you mean, but I can tell you, there is no other me. I'm an original."

She laughed hollowly. "No, you're a carbon copy of your asshole brother. Be sure to tell him that Rose said to drop dead." And with that she was gone, shutting the door in my face. Fucking Emmett fucks this girl over and I'm the one that gets shit for it? Damn him.

Another laugh alerted me to the fact that Blondie had shut the door on her friend as well. "Are you going to lay into my ass, too?"

Shorty shrugged. "I don't know. Are you going to treat Bella the way your brother treated Rose?"

How the fuck did I answer that? "I don't know how he treated her."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't you?"

Okay, so I did but I didn't need to be called on it. "I'm not my brother."

She laughed. "By all accounts, you're worse."

I smirked. "Or so much better, depending on how you look at it."

Shorty shook her head and reached for the door. "Why are you here?"

"Because Reed Girl, I mean Bella, told me to deliver her stupid reeds to her here."

"I can take them for you."

I tightened my grip on them and shook my head. "No. I'm not giving them to her now. She's dicking me around."

Shorty laughed. "Is she now? Well, I'm sure you dicked her around already."

"I gave her exactly what she wanted."

"And clearly she doesn't want it again or she would have told you when she gets off work."

"Well, clearly she doesn't want her reeds that fucking badly then." I turned to go and Shorty reached out and grabbed my arm. "What?"

She studied me with a titled head, her gray eyes assessing me. "Interesting. You may be just what she needs."

I rolled my eyes and snatched my arm away. "If what she needs is a good lay, then yes, I'm exactly that. But she's being a fucking pain about it and I don't need her shit."

Shorty laughed. "Yeah, I really think you do. Tell me, are you friends with Jasper Whitlock?"

What the fuck? What did Jasper have to do with anything? "He's my back up. We get along, even though he wants my fucking job. Not that he's good enough to take it."

Her face scrunched up in irritation. "That's not true. Jasper's great. He's thrown ten touchdowns in relief!"

I laughed and leaned against the wall. What was with this girl? "Yes, against the second and third string after I already decimated their starters. Why the hell do you want to know about Jasper?"

Her cheeks colored and I laughed. "You want Whitlock?" I looked her over more closely. She wasn't scorching hot like the bitchy blonde but she was decent looking. She had a small body but good curves. She might stand a chance with Jasper; I didn't really know what he was into other than pussy.

"Well, he's cute and I'd like to meet him. Maybe you could arrange that?" She looked at me hopefully and it was actually kind of fucking cute. This was the first time anybody had ever asked me to set them up with my teammates. Maybe I should be fucking insulted that she didn't want me, but since she was Reed Girl's roommate, there was probably some rule about not fucking the same guy or some damn thing. She'd want me otherwise, no doubt about it.

"And if I arrange that, what do I get in return?" I wasn't doing this shit out of the goodness of my heart. Shorty hadn't been as hostile as her pal, but she hadn't been exactly friendly either.

"Bella."

"What?" Was she going to help me with Reed Girl? I didn't need fucking help with her. I was done.

"You bring Jasper to a party that I'm at and I'll make sure Bella's there. She'll have to talk to you."

"Maybe I don't want to talk to her anymore." I was over this shit.

Shortly laughed. "Yes, you do. You wouldn't still be here if you didn't."

That was…well, I don't know what that was but it wasn't true. "Maybe I just wanted to find out why your friend was such a royal bitch."

Those gray eyes narrowed and she hissed at me. "Don't you call my friend a bitch. You don't know her and you don't know what your brother did to her."

I held up my hands. Damn, Shorty had a temper. "You're right, I don't. But I didn't do dick to her and she treated me like shit on her shoe. That's not exactly fair either, is it?"

"Maybe not. It depends on what kind of a dick you are to Bella."

"I'm not trying to be a dick to Bella!" I threw up my hands in frustration. "I'm trying to give her the fucking reeds she demanded I buy and maybe see her one more time. Is that so fucking wrong? I haven't led her on in any fucking way."

Shorty sighed. "Alright. I don't know what the deal is with you two. I don't know if I want to know, but I do know that I want to meet Jasper. So, I'll help you see her again, if that's what you want."

Did I want to see her? Yes, yes I did, if only to throw her ridiculous behavior back in her face and then maybe break her other two reeds. I watched Shorty as I fished my phone out of my pants.

"If I do this, you'll make sure she's there?"

Shorty nodded eagerly.

"And you'll let me into her room? I need to do something." I was leaving the broken reed on her pillow, delivering her a little message.

Shorty nodded more slowly this time.

I scrolled through my phone until I found Jasper's number. I hit it and put the phone on speaker.

"Hello?" he rasped into the phone. Fucker was still asleep. Then again, it was only one. Shorty gasped at the sound of his voice. Jeez.

"Whit, it's Edward."

"Cullen? What time is it?"

"One in the afternoon, you douche."

"Ugh, too early. What do you want?"

"I want to know whose party we're going to this week."

"What? You're fucking calling me this early to ask me where we're partying?"

"You heard me. What's planned?" God, he was such a fucking moron wastoid. No way was he fit to take over my team in two years.

"Um, shit, I don't know. I think Newton's having a party on Wednesday night."

"You going?"

"Yeah, I think so. It's in three fucking days, how can I be sure?"

You can be sure because I fucking tell you to be, jackass. "We're going."

"Oh, we are, are we? You skipped out on us last night." He sounded all pissy girlish about it too.

"I had shit crop up."

He laughed. "I just bet you did."

Whatever, douche. "Wednesday night at Newton's. We're going." I hung up before he could say anything else and turned to Shorty. "Well?"

She pushed open the door and gestured at me to enter. I bent down and picked up the broken reed and followed her inside. "This is Bella's room." She pointed to the door immediately on the left and I walked in with her just behind me.

Her room was pretty neat and not cluttered with a shitload of girly things like most chick's rooms I was in. It smelled good, though. Sort of flowery but not overpowering. She had stacks of sheet music on her desk next to her computer. There was picture of her and two older people, likely her parents, on her night stand. Her bed was only haphazardly made, the comforter pulled up and a bit lumpy over the sheets. I liked that she wasn't that concerned with it.

I noticed her music case sitting on the floor of her closet and went to pick it up. I opened the latch and sure enough, there was her precious oboe inside. It gave me an idea.

Shorty was standing in the doorway watching me, like I was going to fucking steal something. Well, I was actually, but I was going to ask first.

"Where does Bella work?"

"Strozier Library. Why?"

Strozier? Voted the best place to meet girls by Playboy magazine? That fucking Strozier? I didn't fucking like that one bit.

"Because I don't want to wait until Wednesday to see her." I couldn't explain it, even to myself, but I wanted to see her today.

"Oh." Shorty shrugged. "Well she works until six on Sundays." Good to know.

"I'm taking this with me." I picked up the oboe case.

"What? You are not!" She reached toward me and I laughed and held the thing up at my shoulder level. She couldn't reach it even there.

"Relax, Shorty. I'm not going to keep it permanently. I just want to let her know that I don't appreciate being dicked around. Look, I'll even leave her reeds here as a sign of good faith." I put them on her pillow next to the broken one.

"You'll give it back? Because I'll call the cops if you don't."

"Look, Shorty…"

"My name is Alice," she interrupted.

More fucking names to remember. "Okay, Alice. I'm just going to show her that I can play the game even better than she can. I'll give it back…eventually."

"Eventually?" she asked tightly.

"I presume she'll come to get it, once she knows I have it." Shorty laughed and nodded. "Okay, then. If for some reason she doesn't, I'll bring it to the party on Wednesday." No way was Reed Girl going to resist my challenge though.

"She's going to kill me."

"Do you want Whitlock or not?" Who knew that idiot would be a bargaining chip for me?

"Yes," she sighed.

"Alright, then. Give me your number so I can tell you where Newton lives and all that crap." She took my phone and programmed her number in. I laughed when I saw she put it under Shorty.

"I doubt you can remember the name of girls you've screwed, let alone girls you didn't."

I grinned and patted her shoulder. "Good call, Shorty. I'll talk to you soon."

"You better come through, Cullen."

I turned to face her. "I always keep my word. See you Wednesday."

I left, carrying my new possession, and ran down the stairs. Suddenly I had a fuckton of energy. Too bad I couldn't expend it the way I fucking wanted to, but Reed Girl was stubborn. She was about to find out I was just as stubborn as she was.

I drove over to the library, which was fucking crowded because it was Sunday afternoon. I had to park a mile away and jog in, carrying her oboe with me. I went to the reference desk and asked for Bella.

"She's over in bibliographies."

"And that is?" Like I fucking knew?

The nerd behind the counter pointed to the second floor. "Over to your left." I thanked him and made my way upstairs. I didn't do the library. Anything I needed could be found on my computer, but whatever. It was kinda cool in here. It smelled like paper and leather.

I cut past some busy tables and computers and found the bibliography section. There, behind a desk, looking studious and wearing a cute ass pair of glasses, was my Reed Girl. My cock instantly reacted at the sight of her. Hot damn, but I had to have her again. And she really, really needed to be wearing those fucking glasses when I did. Hot librarian fantasies had never been my cup of tea but it was clear I'd been missing out.

I strode to the desk and stopped in front of her. She was totally absorbed in whatever she was reading and didn't notice me so I cleared my throat. She looked up in surprise and then did a double take when she saw it was me.

"Edward? What are you doing here?"

I smirked and leaned against the counter. "I believe this is a library, is it not? Maybe I came to learn."

She shook her head. "I've never seen you here before."

"It's a big library. Maybe you should take me on a tour." I raised an eyebrow and Reed Girl laughed.

"I don't think so. I could point you to the anatomy and physiology section; maybe that would suit your needs."

She was awesome. "I'm more into hands on learning than book learning. Why don't you show me to a quiet corner and I'll show you just what I mean?"

Her eyes sparked. "I'm not allowed to leave the desk."

That was a fucking lie, but okay. "Well, I could bend you over it and…"

"Edward!" A loud shhh came from somewhere behind the books and Reed Girl blushed. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was hoping for some music lessons."

She rolled her big brown eyes and pushed her glasses back, as they'd been slipping down her nose. "I don't teach music lessons."

"I thought maybe you'd make a special case just for me. After all, we have a history."

"Ancient history." Yeah, hours ago.

I chuckled. "History is doomed to repeat itself. Haven't you learned anything?"

"You don't have an instrument."

I grinned and raised my-well, her, case. "Sure I do."

Her eyes flew between the case and me. "Where did you get that?"

I smiled. "Where do you think?"

"Give it back, Edward!" She reached for it and I yanked it back. Another loud shhh came from another direction. Damn, these library dorks were touchy.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You made me waste much of my day on a pointless errand. Now it's your turn. You know where to find me, if you want it. Perhaps you can come and show me how you blow?"

Her face was flushed with anger and her eyes were burning into me. It was really fucking sexy.

"I'll blow you off, Cullen."

I laughed at the double meaning in that statement. "You can try, Reed Girl. I'll be awaiting my private lesson."

"Why are you doing this?" Her hands were on her hips and her breasts were pushing out nicely against her blue button down. She looked very edible right now.

"Why are you being so difficult?" She opened her mouth to answer and then shrugged. "There you go, then." I slid a piece of paper over to her. "That's my actual number. Unlike some people, I don't play games."

She looked at her oboe in my right hand and raised an eyebrow. "Don't you?"

Good point. "Only when my hand is forced. I look forward to your call." I gave her my best smile and turned and made my way back through the stacks. She'd come to me this time. No more chasing on my part. She'd won the first round, but I'd won the second. Now she could stop being so stubborn and we could both win the tie-breaker.

A/N Reed Girl got sold out for the back-up QB! Well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Plus, Shorty may be right. Maybe Cockyback is just what she needs, and vice versa.

Do you think Reed Girl will show up to claim her oboe from Cockyback? Or will it wait til the party? We'll see! Thanks for your patience! I'll get you more ASAP!

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