Author's note: I am here to thank everyone who reviews last. I got like ten reviews for chapter three alone. I am also here to post chapter four (duh). I had put off writing it for a little while because I couldn't into the mood and I'm sorry about that but I can't force myself into feeling a specifir sort of way at any specific time. I just let everything take it's natural course... I'll leave you alone now... By the way L, you better post chapter ten soon...( You know who you are! I am doing this out of the sheer goodness of my heart but you're being selfish by letting ch.10 kick your ass...I should teach you Karate, Kung Fu and fourty-seven other dangerous words!)

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"Now tell me me what the fuck happened?"

"Geez, someone's feisty. I like it." I purred, deciding to put on a drunken slurr since it'd be best to leave my decision making reasoning up to that.

"Are you drunk?" Taking a closer look at me as I settled into the plush, leather front passenger seat. I had seen Sex Incarnate reach around to open the back door but he would thank me later for not doing that seeing as it only looked like one thing... "You were at a party." He didn't ask anyore questions, instead sighing heavily.

"Hey. You act like you haven't been to a party in a billion years. You were a teenager like me once and I know that you must have partied. At some point at least."

"And how do you think Renée will react to this?"

"It's not the first time. And you should see how dressed up she gets when she has to come out to collect me from the police station or the party."

"If you're insinuating that your mother is worse then you better think again." His tone was still hard since the phone call and I wondered if maybe he didn't want to have been interrupted in his affairs of the night. What could he have been coming over for? Sad sex?

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not." I shrugged off handedly and focused on Sex Incarnate's face. His nose was perfectly straight and his chin was chiseled, his cheek bones were high and it made him look like a sculptured God. He is so that it almost seems unreal.

"Are you OK? You're staring at something." It was plainly obvious that I was staring at him and yet he had to go and deny it. Why could he not be one of those teasing kind of jerks who had a bit of a sensitive side? I have no idea why God didn't make him perfect in the personality section.

"I'm fine. Just saw something good." He must have caught on by now that I wasn't really drunk (God only knows how I act when I'm intoxicated since no one else remembers) and that I was making some pretty noticeable remarks about him and me. Well, noticeable enough for me.

"I better get you home. Your mom will be worried."

"She let me off till twelve. And she doesn't have to know what happened, does she?" I tried to sound like a pleading, little, innocent teenage girl with no priorities. SI gave me one look and sighed.

"I expect you know anyway what she'd say." I took that as a sign that he wasn't going to tell Renee about my 'getting drunk' at the party that she didn't know I went to. "But that doesn't mean that I'm not telling her."

"Ah, wind me up all you want but I'm glad to see that you won't tell her."

"What makes you think that I'm not gonna tell her?"

"You seem too cool for that, like you've been there and done that before so you know how I feel. And I know for a fact that men shouldn't tell on super hot females."

SI cleared his throat so that I couldn't say anything else. Not that I needed to. "Maybe you should clean up your act. You could start with that confident attitude."

"What's wrong with being confident in myself?" I pouted, hoping that he saw from the corner of his eye. His eyes quickly flickered over to my face and I saw the same wildness in them as the last time I had seen him (or more like interacted) and it drove me wild that I couldn't leap at him right there (I wasn't in any position to wish to get into a car accident because of my hooliganism) and kiss him fully on those soft looking lips of his.

"Well, there is this word that means basically too much confidence. Ever heard of it?" I shook my head even though I had a clearish idea of what word he was on about. It was such a bummer that he could speak half so passionately about my behavior yet not actually act out his passion. "That word is arrogance."

"Arrogance suits men better because of its sound. What about hubris?"

For a second he looked at me in shock as if it was the most shocking thing that I knew a word such as hubris. Fuck, what kind of girl those he think I am? A complete bimbo? No, that's Renee. "No, you're not that haughty or arrogant. Though to some extent you certainly are arrogant."

"Did you say I'm not hot enough?" I had heard perfectly well that he had said 'haughty' and not hot. But I might as well keep up the act of being drunk. And I really wanted to hear his response though I had an inkling it could be a scolding for my arrogance.

"Or I could say you're simply over self-confident."

I mentally slapped myself. God, what else could he have said? I exhaled angrily, though SI didn't notice, and decided to change the topic to what I liked. This is like a TV we're fighting over.

Before I could say something a siren sounded and SI cursed. Wow, I could come to those words any day! He rolled down his window as the cop got out of his car and walked towards the Volvo we were in.

Fuck. I was easily dress for a party. Edward was in black jeans (extremely sexy black jeans, let me tell you) and a plain white t-shirt that hugged his abs. The shirt them look bigger than they seemed to be but I could take that any other day! He looked like a celebrity. And that meant that the cops would think we were some of the hooligans at the party.

I had hoped that Lauren would have gotten in trouble. I didn't know that for my troubles of hoping this would happen.

"Hello, sir. Where are you headed?"

Edward's voice came out smooth and calm, like he was talking to any old person. "I'm just bringing my sister home. She currently lives on Vine Avenue, past cross road for Helen Street, door six."

"And where are coming from?" The cop must have been an idiot as he flashed his torch into SI's face. Was it necessary? No.

"We came back from a weekend in New Hampshire."

"What's the occasion?"

Is this some fucking sit com?

"I was showing my sis around Dartmouth campus. She's attending in the fall and she felt that she didn't get a good enough tour of it."

The cop flashed the torch at me and leaned down so he could see me more clearly. He sniffed and spat out what gunk he found in his nose a foot away from the car. He kept the torch pointed at me as he assessed me. "Bit dressed up, aren't ya, doll?"

"There was a party on the campus for the new comers and I didn't know that it was a bit more fancy."

SI feigned a guilty look. "I told her before hand that the parties were rough. So we just left early."

The cop flashed the torch back at SI. "And I presume that you attend this college?"

SI nodded in response. "I attended and graduated from there."

"What did you major in?" Why the heck did the cop need these stupid questions for? It's not like we were hiding a criminal in the car and they had to find him.

"I studied psychology. I now work as a psychologist in New York." So that's where he lived. Still a bit far from his home to come out and visit sad, old Renee.

"Yeah, your face seems familiar."

"You must have see one of the billboards advertising my business."

"A big shot, eh? Well, you better get going then and if you see any hooligans running around don't hesitate to call so that we can sort it out." He turned off his flashlight and clipped it to his belt. He was acting like he was some big inspector which he so wasn't.

"Sure, sir. Goodnight." SI quickly shut the window and drove on. Once the police cruiser was out of sight he sped up.

"Trying to get rid of me so soon?" I had other plans than to get out of the car the minute that he parked the car.

"No." With that answer alone I felt shivers run down my spine. It made me feel drunk and it was one heck of a good feeling.

"Why'd you lie about that Dartmouth shit?" I was curious as to how he came up with that on the spot.

"Well, part of that story is true. I was at Dartmouth this Sunday. I was visiting Alice, my younger sister. She's doing her last year and she does fashion designs. In that time I also met up with my cousin, Rose. It was kind of like one big family get together as my parents happened to be there too. My father, Carlisle had been invited to give a speech on behalf of the center he works at. Alice's boyfriend, Jasper was there visiting her for his break. He's a race car driver and doesn't have too much time to see her so he made a deal with the school board at the college that he can stay there whenever he has free time to see Alice. Rose's husband, Emmett, was attending the big game they hosted on Saturday. He ended up making arrangements to stay for the week while he can."

"God your family is f-ing busy! What about your mom? You didn't mention her. Is she dead or something?" He looked sharply at me as if I had asked an insane question. "Keep your eyes on the road, SI."

He gave me another look, a confused one this time. "First, how can you be so calm when asking if my mother's dead? What if she is? How does that make you feel?" God, I only cared about how you made me feel! Not a possibly dead mother of yours!

"I won't feel a difference. See, some might say my brain is so microscopic that it's hard for me to feel certain emotions. I thought we already got the point that I'm arrogant or self-obsessed."

"Self-confident."

"Yeah, self-confident. Well, I'm fully stocked on all that then. Now what else did you wanna ask me?" I remembered him saying "First" so there must be a 'second', right?

"Second, why did you call me S.I or something?"

Crack. I did call him SI aloud accidentally. "Just a nickname."

"And I obviously want to know what it stands for."

"You'll have to think of that one yourself."

"Bella." His voice saying my name was like the cherry on top of perfect icing. I think that I even moaned a little bit too loud. I didn't care though if SI looked over at me with an odd look on his face. He was only just getting to know exactly what he made me feel like. I heard him sigh angrily.

"Sex Incar- Edward." I left my face blank at my slip up. I hadn't meant to but I guess through the haze and my internal moaning I barely noticed.

"What were you about to call me?" He turned his head slightly back to look at me with an incredulous look.

"Guess why don't you? So much more fun…"

"Bella, tell me now."

"Is that a command?"

"Just tell me!" His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. His face had gone pale and he looked like he was pulling out on a limb here.

"Now if I could hear you command me like that in bed!"

"Bella! Stop this ridiculous act of yours! Everything you're doing is inappropriate, especially the other night."

"But I though you liked that." He shook his head incredulously, as if what I was saying was complete news to his ears.

"This has got to stop!"

"But I liked it when you winked at me and when you do that smirk of yours."

SI let out something between a sigh and gasp. It was high in pitch. Where the gasp got higher in pitch and the sigh released air through your mouth.

"Bella. Tell. Me. Now." I giggled and felt like I was actually drunk for real. God, say love drunk much?

"I will if you kis-" Before I could finish the Volvo came to a screeching stop.

"Get out."

I looked at SI in shock. Was he actually kicking me out of his car? I gave him my best puppy dog eyes but instead he reached towards me.

I almost chocked on air as I thought he was about to grab me and lean in. Nothing of the sort happened. He just opened the door. And since I had no seatbelt on (how did the cop miss that?) and I had been leaning against the side I tumbled out and landed on my butt with my legs still in the car.

"Fuck, that hurt." I attempted to get up but my hands were grazed so it hurt. I sighed and leaned back completely so that my head was lying on the concrete. I closed my eyes for a minutes and when I opened them there was a blurry figure somewhat above me.

"Can you get up, Bella?" I giggled and the first thought that came to mind was that I was high.

"I love it when you call me by my name." I continued giggling as the figure left my blurry vision. It quickly returned as I heard the slamming of a door.

I felt a strong pair of arms grip me under my armpits and pull me up. I murmured something even I could barely remember and then fell back slightly into the figure's body. I figured it could only be SI. I heard him groan when I hit a spot with my head. Something seemed to tighten but I didn't get time to figure out what exactly it was because I was lifted up into the air.

"You have such nice arms," I muttered as I felt him turn around and start walking. I felt one of his hands slip in my short's pocket and move around slightly. I giggled.

"You could have just asked, you kno-"

"Shut up for a minute, Bells." My insides squirmed as I heard his voice utter my nickname. Had he known that was it or had he just decided that he made it up? I didn't really care at this point. Whatever he called me was good enough for me.

"Where the hell are your keys?" His voice was only inches from my ear and I shivered. God, that feels good

"There's supposed to be a spare set under the mat," I mumbled quietly so that he had to lean in. I was about to lean in a bit further so that our lips could have met but he quickly propped me up against the door and looked under the mat for the spare key.

As he opened the door he grabbed hold of my arm so that I wouldn't fall when the door swung open. He pushed it open the trudged inside, pulling me along.

In my amazing dreams I would see this as him leading me towards my bedroom where we could have endless sex. Before I even had any strength to go any further I slumped and fell into SI's chest as he turned around to catch me.

Ah, falling into his chest was just so good that I didn't even care. And at that moment I decided that getting to know Edward Cullen would be a better step before having all to myself that way. So this was turning into a real fucking list of missions to do to get to the big one…One word; Sexy.

Author's note (2): Yeah, sorry about the kind of change somewhere along the chapter but I got so groggy that I barely felt up to writing. But I wanna finished this chapter so that someone will post their chapter ten immediately after… Anyway the groggy feeling pushed me into getting an insight of how Bella could have felt while being half drunk (If some of you didn't already get it she did get drunk, but not so bad that she was in happy-high-vice land.)

I hope you enjoyed. Next chapter won't be as fun since there won't be too much of Edward. But you do get to see an insight into Bella's school life. I warn you dear readers now; Bella is not a very popular girl in this, and I mean like the cheerleader or the most popular girl type popular. She's what she is; a delinquent with endless thoughts of sex. Now forget I said that.

MM.