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Chapter 2 - Edward

It started out as an innocent trip to his parents' house. He wanted to watch Emmett play a little football, and it had been months since he saw Alice. Edward was tired; college was wearing him out and he needed a break.

He was looking for some peace and quiet, a vacation from his life. Then he met her. She was young - only sixteen-years-old and he was twenty-one. Edward reminded himself of this repeatedly. That in itself was bad enough, but it wasn't the worst part. The worst part… she was his brother's girlfriend.

They stood in front of him, arms around each other, Emmett with a dorky smile on his face and Bella staring at the ground. It was when she finally looked up at Edward with those big, brown eyes of hers, that he forgot everything else. His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't remember what they were talking about.

Beautiful was his only thought. He stared at her for what felt like hours, but in reality it was only a few seconds. Her eyes had quickly flittered away from his back to the ground. Something had happened to Edward in those few seconds, and he swallowed, looking panicked and confused.

Emmett left them to go change and Edward was left alone with her. He knew he needed to say something, so after clearing his throat he said the first thing that came to his mind. "Meeting the parentals can be rather nerve wracking."

There was a slight nod of her head while her eyes focused on the locker room across the parking lot. He guessed she was looking for Emmett. He felt a small twist of jealousy and was disturbed at the fact that it bothered him. He was confused and took a step back, away from her.

He tried to speak to her again. "Emmett wasn't kidding when he said you were shy. How can you be a cheerleader and be so shy? I saw you earlier out there shaking and yelling just like the other girls."

He was curious about her. She seemed unable to speak to him, her face aflame, nervously picking at her skirt. Only ten minutes ago she had been in front of an entire crowd, yelling and shaking her cute little ass.

He suddenly wished his sister was there. She would be able to get Bella to come out of her shell and maybe help to distract him from the maddening thoughts that were running through his head. "Where's Alice when you need her?"

Emmett was on his way back and she ran to him. He pulled her close, bending to kiss her softly before looking up at us. "I'm starving. Let's go."

Edward cringed away from the sight, suddenly very envious of Emmett. He shook himself, willing to let it go, to not even consider looking at this girl that way. He had just met her. What the hell was going on? He tried not to think about her as he drove to Pizza Hut.

He couldn't stop.

He never felt like this about a girl before. Classes kept him too busy and he didn't waste any time on girls. His future was too important. He wanted to be a lawyer and not just any lawyer, but a damn good one. So he studied and busted his ass to get the grades that would lead him to the finest law schools.

But after just one peek at this girl, Edward was ready to give it all up just to be close to her. He'd heard of love at first sight, but this was ridiculous.

He stared at them while everyone sat at the table in Pizza Hut - the easy way she laid her head on Emmett's shoulder, the affectionate look in his eyes as he pulled her close against him. Edward almost choked on the pizza he was eating. Shit… Emmett was in love. This wasn't just any girl. This was the girl. It seemed they had more in common than Edward thought.

Edward still teased Bella, trying to get her to come out of her shell. She was so quiet. He picked up his straw and blew on the end, sending the wrapper sailing across the table and hitting her in the nose.

Finally, playfully, she gave some back. "Okay. Which one of you did it?"

Her soft voice sent a jolt right through his groin, and he grabbed his Coke gulping it down, trying to drown in the sweet, sticky fluid. To cover his suddenly uncomfortable situation, he laughed, shifting in his seat to relieve the overwhelming pressure there. She laughed, making it worse. Then Emmett guffawed, before bending down to kiss her forehead.

His hard-on was successfully deflated.

Fuck my life, Edward thought. He had to get out of there. He left before they did, rushing out to his car and speeding down the road. He had just pulled into the driveway when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. It was Alice.

Your face showed it all, big brother. Stand back and forget about it. He's in love. Besides… isn't she a little young for you?

Shit, was he that obvious? Had Emmett noticed? Had Bella? He threw the phone on the passenger seat, choosing to ignore it for now. He pulled into the driveway and sat there in the dark, thinking. Let's be reasonable. I don't know her. We barely said two words to each other. Yes, she was cute, more than cute. He thought about her standing next to him on the sidelines after the game.

It was no use letting his thoughts linger on her. He knew he had to get away. He would leave tomorrow and go back to campus, back to studying. Light reflected in his rearview mirror; Emmett was home. Prepping himself for the inevitable discussion on Bella, he exited his car.

Emmett smiled brightly at him. Edward followed him inside and they made their way to the kitchen. Emmett pulled out the chocolate chip ice cream, and Edward got the bowls and the spoons. This was their ritual. Whenever they wanted to talk, they did it over ice cream.

It started when Emmett was six years old and came to Edward crying over the death of his pet lizard. Edward made them both giant bowls of ice cream and they sat there reminiscing about the good times spent with Larry the lizard. Ever since then, this was the way it went.

Tonight was no different. Emmett wanted to talk. Edward swallowed and tightened his shoulders, taking a seat on the other side of the table.

"So... What did you think?" Emmett asked, taking his first bite.

She's beautiful, breathtaking. She makes my heart stop. He said none of these things. "She's great, Emmett. Very pretty. Wished she talked more, but maybe I'll be able to catch more from her when I'm home for Christmas." What if this didn't go away? What if I still feel this way in December?

"She will, just give her time. It took me three months to get her to even say hi to me. And another two to get her out on a date."

Edward sincerely hoped not. If he was in this condition just from seeing the girl, how would he be if he actually got to have a real conversation with her?

He told Emmett he would be leaving tomorrow before going to bed. Once he laid down and closed his eyes, he was assaulted by images of Bella. Yeah, he definitely needed to run away - run hard and fast.

-xx-

It took two weeks to get back into the grove of things at school and Edward still thought about Bella. He dove into his studies, spent hours at the library, and partied hard with his friends until he was obliterated and exhausted. It helped. He was able to stumble into bed each night and enter a dreamless slumber. In the morning, he would wake and start again, forcefully shoving all thoughts of her from his mind.

He didn't go home for Christmas. The few conversations he had with Emmett proved he wasn't ready. He used a ski trip with his friends as an excuse. Hi mother was upset, and he felt bad for that, but there was just no way he could go home.

It was a good decision because on the ski trip he met Vicki, and he wasn't thinking about the girl in the blue cheerleader uniform so much.

He was sitting in the lodge, lacing up his shoes when she walked by. His head lifted when he was assaulted with the scent of oranges and cream. There was a girl with long, curly red hair and legs that went on forever. She glanced over her shoulder, throwing a smile at Edward. It left him warm, and he smiled back. Bright green eyes met his before she turned and continued her way outside. He stood, grabbing his jacket, and followed her.

She stopped to wait for him, a small smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Hi," he said, stopping next to her. "I'm Edward."

"Vicki. I was about to go up. Come with me?"

She stayed with him that night. The sex was incredible. They fucked everywhere, in every position known to man. She was crazy, and hot, and he was extremely happy.

After that they were inseparable. Edward didn't get much skiing in for the rest of the trip. Most days they spent locked in his hotel room. She was incredibly sexy, and he couldn't seem to get enough of her.

They continued to see each other after they got back to school. He couldn't keep his hands off her, and she was the same way. Edward's roommate began to complain about them, and the lack of sleep he was getting. Edward and Vicki were there almost every night.

To appease the roommate, they spent more time at Vicki's place. It only seemed natural to move to the next step and before Edward could blink, he was moving in with her.

For a little while, he forgot all about Bella Swan.

Until Emmett called.

He needed advice for prom. He was planning something special. Edward concentrated hard on the image of Vicki, but Bella was infiltrating his brain again. He was pissed, angry at himself for being so stupid. He loved Vicki… didn't he?

Confused again, he sat in his bed holding his head in his hands. No matter how he tried he just couldn't figure out how that… girl made such a big impact on him in one night.

He attacked Vicki as soon as she got home. They screwed on the kitchen table and when they were done, Edward thought of Bella. He tried again later that night in the shower but as he fell asleep, he thought of Bella.

The next week he worked hard again to forget her. When it didn't work, he decided to go home. He would see her, then he would know there was nothing special about her, just an exaggerated memory. He could come home and be with Vicki and everything would be fine.

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