Chapter 3 – Il cazzo Edwardo

I'm sure I was staring at his emerald pools for at least 5 minutes, I could of swore he was just at trapped as I before he stared squirming uncomfortably under my gaze.

"Sorry about that…" I trailed of unsure of what to say. He looked at my arms and his eyes went steely.

"Well I guess I learnt my lesson for sneaking p on a girl with tats." He snapped at me.

"Excuse me!" I was astonished at his steely tone and arrogance.

"Why would you ruin such beauty? They make you look trashy and lower class!" He was shaking his head and smirking. I couldn't believe what was coming out of his mouth, I was absolutely gobsmacked."And what must you parents think?" That was the last straw.

"Excuse me asshole, you've already seen what I can do I would watch yourself, also my father, Charlie thinks it's hilarious that I wore fake tattoo sleeves to freak him out after I haven't seen him in 10 years! So put that in your pipe and some it asshat!" I fumed storming out and grabbing my bag trying to find the toilet to get changed in. I went back to the main entrance and looked in the two doors next to the front door and saw the one on the left was a small wash room.

I pulled my bag into the small room and pulled out my tight ripped white jeans and my black of the shoulders short top showing a little bit of my stomach, you could just see my butterfly belly ring. I pulled out my black shiny 5 inch heels and pulled them on. I looked up at the mirror and ruffled my hair a little to put the volume back into it, I then did a twirl to see if you could see my tattoo on my back. You could just see it but I would just keep my hair down and over it.

This should show the dick!

I pulled open the door to go back to the library so we could get this stupid house tour over, but he was standing outside the door.

"Listening to me pee, classy!" I snapped causing him to look up at me, I could see the shock in his eyes but I could tell he was trained to keep his emotions in check as it was only a flash. "Come on asshole; let's get this over with so I can meet the other, hopefully nicer, people that live here." I sighed waiting for him to move. When he didn't I walked over to the bottom of the stairs.

"Okay, well first off you can stop calling me asshole; I have a name you know." He was still being a dick.

"Well it would help if you actually told me your name then, idiota!" I sarcastically added flipping my hair over my shoulder. "Vi terrò chiama stronzo fino a quando si smette di essere uno stronzo!" I vented in italian.

"Oh snap!" I heard a tinkling voice from above me; I looked up to see a beautiful blonde leaning on the banister of the left staircase. "I like this girl Ed! She's… spunky." She laughed. "What was that Italian?" She questioned, I nodded holding my ground unsure of this new person. At least I knew I didn't like this Ed guy.

"I'm Isabella, Charlie's daughter. You are…?" I asked, still looking up at her. She then shocked me by doing something I thought a beautiful girl like that wouldn't do. She flung her leg over the banister and rode down on her stomach to the bottom, landing perfectly on her feet and offering her hand for a hand shake.

"I'm Rosalie, but friends call me Rose." And from that singular action I knew Rose and I were going to get along perfectly. "This dick is Edward; just ignore most of what he says." She laughed, "I'm guessing you're stuck with him for the house tour," I sullenly nodded. "I'd offer to accompany you but I'm running late for a meeting, I'll catch up with you later." She then turned and swiftly walked away.

"Okay… on with the house tour." He said, to break the awkward silence. "Pick a door." He asked me. There were four doors, one on the left wall, two on the wall in front of me each at either ends of the wall and one on my right. I decided on the right one.

Edward led me through to an amazing dining room, "This is evidently the dining room, we only eat in here on Monday and Thursday evenings and Sunday lunches. The only exception is when we have guests or a reason to celebrate. We will be dining in here tonight to celebrate your arrival." He informed me in a bored tone. I was interested in the paintings on the wall to give some sarcastic comment about his enthusiasm. I walked around the dining table and pointe door. "That's the garage, pretty hard to get lost in there so we'll skip that bit." I shrugged; I'd freak him out with my knowledge of cars later.

We continued through to the kitchen, which was a-freaking-mazing! I will defiantly be spending time in here! He practically had to drag me out of there, but just before I did I noticed another door. "What's that room?" I questioned.

"Oh that's Charlie's room, feel free to have a look seeing as it's your dads room." He gestured forward.

"Nah, we've got what 4 floors plus a basement to go through yet." I'd noticed the little window as I'd walked up to the house earlier.

"We don't have a basement." He frowned, looking at me strangely. I just frowned back until he continued the tour. "This is the cinema room." I walked in and shook my head.

"What's the point, I bet you have a living room with an 84 inch screen anyway, this would just hurt your eyes." I sighed and shook my head.

"I personally agree, but don't let the others hear us say that or they might kill us," he laughed. We continued around the ground floor they had an indoor pool, living room, which by the way did have an 84 inch TV, laundry room another toilet and the library just on the bottom floor. On the second floor were Carlisle and Esme's room, Alice and Jasper's room and Rose and Emmett's room. We climbed up another flight of stairs where the gym and games room was. Another flight of stairs brought us to the third floor where Edward's room, Edward's study, Carlisle's study and Jaspers study was. My room was also here, it wasn't as large as the others but it had a small walk-in closet but no on-suite which I was fine with it was a massive improvement from before.

The fourth floor I feel in love with, it had a music room a design room and a dance studio which I knew I was going to be using. That concluded the house tour.

"Thank you Edward, I guess I'll be seeing you around." He smiled and nodded not saying anything. I was about to turn and go and unpack when he spoke up.

"Wait, Isabella." He said, I turned back to face him. Raising an eyebrow in questioning. "I just wanted to…"

"Squee!" I high pitched voice came from the top of the stairs and then I felt two arms around me…

Il cazzo - dick

Idiota - idiot

Vi terrò chiama stronzo fino a quando si smette di essere uno stronzo - I will keep calling you asshole until you stop being an asshole

A/N: Sorry about bad translations, I only know a little Italian so google translate was very useful however not always accurate.