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Chapter Two-

Prissy Little Girl

Lucky for me his little outburst didn't leave me with the feeling I'd done something wrong; it left me irate.

I stand up, throw my hands on my hips and swing to face him. "What in the fuck could I have possibly touched of yours?"

He stays silent but points to the book lying on the chaise.

"That book? Oh are you talking about the book my mom gave me for my tenth birthday?" I ask, now with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Not possible. The back cover is torn off just like mine. It's the edition my mother bought me when I was twelve, an edition that no one else I've ever met has even seen. It's the exact book that was sitting on my night stand until three hours and thirty-seven minutes ago when you arrived. Don't even get me started on how the hell you managed to get into my room in the first fucking place!"

"You're a fucking jackass you know that?" I turn around and grab the book quickly flipping open the front cover. "Does your book have one of these too? Because I think it would be a little strange if you put a sticker in the front cover saying 'Property of Isabella Swan" in pink crayon."

He growls in frustration and leaves the room. If I could help the smile on my face…I still don't think I'd get rid of it.

I lie back down on the chaise and open the book to the page I was on before Asshole interrupted me and find this time I'm able to read just fine.

It's another three days before I see him again and it's kind of nice. I'm not sure where he went or if he ever came home while I was sleeping but I kind of liked living alone again.

Unfortunately he just walked in the door and of course I have to be using some of his cookware to make myself dinner. I keep stuffing the manicotti shells and wait for him to come up the stairs and cuss me out again.

I'm just getting the last shell placed in the glass pan when he comes around the corner. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making manicotti. I'm sorry, I know I'm using your dishes which believe me I wish I could avoid but I thought it was kind of pointless to have two full sets of dishes and cookware in this house."

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, "I'm not that ridiculous Bella."

I slide the pan into the oven and set the timer before turning around to face him. "Really? Because after your temper tantrum over the book I wasn't sure what I was allowed to touch."

I finally get a good look at him while he stands in front of me, practically glaring.

He's extremely good looking; bronze hair that looks like some girl just had her fingers threaded through, blazing green eyes, strong angled facial features and a body that would stun Abercrombie underwear models. If he weren't such an ass I might actually be attracted to him…a lot.

"See something you like?" He asks with the most cocky, lopsided grin I've ever seen.

"Yes actually." I answer, refusing to lie. "Too bad all those good looks are being used to cover up an angry, self-centered asshole. Tell me, do you act like this because your dick is small?"

He huffs with a smile and looks at the floor while sauntering over to me. "Tell me," he starts while grabbing my hand, "Does this feel small to you?"

Before the thought can even travel to my mind to pull away he places my hand right over his growing erection. My eyes grow wide and as hard as I try I can't stop the gasp that escapes my lips.

His chuckle is what snaps me back to where my hand is and all the various reasons it shouldn't be. I pull my hand away and put them both behind my back for safety. "Why in the hell are you hard?" My voice sounds a lot more breathy then I intended and I don't like that.

He slides his hands into the front pockets of his low rise jeans. "Because sometimes even a prissy little girl who doesn't know how to shut her mouth can do it for me."

"Wow that was the closest to a compliment I'll probably ever get from you huh?" I ask disgusted with how cocky he is.

"Most likely." He's walking out of the room as he says this but stops when he gets to the stairs. "Oh and for the record, I was only half hard. Call me when dinner is done."

It takes me the full 45 minutes necessary for the manicotti to cook before I'm able to completely understand what just happened.

I take it out of the oven and put the garlic bread in, setting the timer for ten minutes. I then set the table in an attempt to keep my mind from racing and working myself into an even bigger rage but it doesn't seem to be working.

By the time the beep from the timer sounds I've bent a fork in half with one hand and have little spots of blood seeping out of where the tines stabbed me. I quickly grab a paper towel and cover it before grabbing the bread out of the oven and placing the pieces on a serving plate. By the time I'm finished I take the paper towel off and there aren't even scars where I stabbed myself.

I bring it all to the table and then go to the stairs and yell for Edward. I don't hear any noise and contemplate going up there before deciding that I already yelled for him, it's not my fault if he doesn't hear me. Plus, I really don't want to eat dinner with him anyway.

I'm just about to take the first bite when he walks into the room looking freshly showered. "Thanks for waiting for me."

"You're welcome." I respond with a smile.

He grabs the chair across from me and fills his plate. "We're going to have to start your training soon Isabella."

"And what training is that?"

He gives me a look like I'm dense, "The training that you moved away from your home and are currently taking up space in mine for."

"Believe me, this wasn't something I wanted to come here for. If I had my choice I would be at home finishing college."

"Oh yes, but then you wouldn't get all that money your parents left for you. It's good to know where your priorities lie. All we have to do is wave some money in your face and you'll do exactly what we ask."

I stand up and slide my chair back, "You know what? I lost my appetite." I start toward the stairs and decide that there's no way I can keep my mouth shut on this one. I turn back toward him where he's eating like he didn't just say the most horrible thing anyone's ever told me. "I didn't come here for the money, not that your opinion of me really matters. The money couldn't come close to being a good enough reason to spend five minutes with you, let alone a year."

I don't give him a chance to respond; instead I go straight up to my room and start pacing.

An hour into it I realize that all I'm going to accomplish is wearing a hole into my carpet. I need to do something to blow off some steam. I turn around toward my desk and immediately see the one thing that could actually help me.

I pick up Alice's phone number that she stuck on my desk and find my cell phone in the bottom of my purse.

"Hello Bella!" She answers on the first ring.

"Hey Alice, I need to get out of here for awhile. Are you free?"

"Fuck, what did my brother do?"

I laugh without humor, "Doesn't matter. Can you meet me in an hour?"

"I'll be there. See you soon Bella."

I hang up the phone and turn toward my closet with a smile. He may not realize it, but Edward Cullen is about to pay…big time.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry it took a few more days then I originally hoped this would be out to you. The good news is I wrote the next three chapters so there shouldn't be any more long waits. The chapters are also going to be quite a bit longer very soon. Please let me know what you think because this one was pretty rough for me to write for some reason. Thanks for reading!