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Chapter 3

EPOV

My cell phone silently sat to the right of my lap top taunting me.

Jasper said he would call when he found out what's going on with Bella. That was two hours and a six pack ago.

I was exhausted, my jetlag pulling at my eyelids, but damn it he said he would call and I was determined to be awake, obviously not sober, but awake when he did so.

So I sat, and perused facebook, really just one facebook page, Bella's facebook page, and really my perusing could be construed as creeping, sadly borderline stalking.

I was obsessed with Bella Swan, have been since my first day at Forks high school when I saw her shimmy her way off the back of Jasper's bike.

She was like an angel. Her pale skin glowing, her dark hair pulled away from her face, the smile that reached her bloodshot eyes, she was everything I never knew I wanted, and as it turned everything I could never have.

I was pissed when I was told that my father had once again decided to relocate the family for the sixth time in as many years, but I kept my opinion to myself, and decidedly fucked every girl I could get my hands on before we left Chicago in retaliation. I enjoyed myself thoroughly my last two months in the city, so much so that part of me wanted to continue my current state of promiscuity when we moved, but when I saw Bella Swan, I knew no one could satisfy my need for her.

Then fucking Newton had to go open his mouth. What a fucktard. What kind of guy gossips anyways, well apparently not a straight one as time has shown.

I should have suspected something when that ass hole latched himself to my leg the moment I got out of my car, but no… I let him fill me in on the doings of the Podunk town that was to be my home for the next year.

I listened intently while he told me that Lauren Mallory had a nasty bout with crabs over the summer, and vowed to keep my dick away from her. That Jessica Stanley's mouth sucked better than a Hoover, and thought that could be fun as long as I wasn't expected to return the favor.

He was going on and on about some Samantha chick when I blonde getting out of a 'stang with mile long legs and tits for days caught my eye.

"Who's that?" I asked pointing in her direction with my unruly hair.

Newton followed my gaze, "Oh, that my dear friend is Rosalie Swan."

"What's her deal?"

Newton chuckled, "Other than her obvious daddy issues, nothing really."

That piqued my interest, "Daddy issues?"

"Yeah" he snorted. Well that was something I could work with. She was blatantly checking me out, not that I minded, it gave me the chance to look at everything her momma gave her without having to show an ounce of decorum when I heard the low rumble pull into the lot.

Instinctually I let my gaze shift to the couple on the bike, and then just as quickly set my sights back on Rose. I was taken aback by the pure hatred I saw there. 'What the fuck?'

Newton was talking again, this time about a red headed gymnast named Emily, as Rosalie turned on her heel to saunter into the school, and I smiled to myself at her retreating form, because her backside was as good as her front.

"The good chief can kiss me ass." I heard a male voice announce from his stance beside the motorcycle I saw enter the parking lot earlier.

"Now, now, is that anyway to talk about daddy dearest?" The girl's back was to me as she laughed along with the blonde man at their little joke. I smiled involuntarily at the joy I heard there, but stopped breathing when she turned around. 'Holy fucking shit, what the hell do they put in the water here?'

The girl was a brown haired beauty with curves that begged to be caressed. The overwhelming urge to read this chick poetry and whisper sweet nothings in her ear made me question my masculinity momentarily until my dick twitched in my jeans.

Hatred, similar to what I saw in Rose's eyes flared through me when the blonde man put his arm around her shoulder and led her into the building.

To the left of me I heard Newton mention something about swans, pulling me from my hormone induced stupor.

"Swans?"

"Yeah, those two are Rosalie's siblings Jasper and Bella." 'She has a name and the blonde guy's her brother, excellent'. "She's fucking hot," 'no shit she's fucking hot, I bet she'll look great wiggling in pleasure underneath me,' "but if Em ever heard any of us say that shit out loud he'd fucking rip us apart and burn the pieces. The dude's fucking scary."

'Wait, what?' "Em?" I couldn't stop myself from questioning just as the Swans walked past. 'Did the blonde guy just wink at me?'

"Emmett McCarty, he graduated last year. He's been boning Bella since her freshman year. If you're stupid enough to get close to her you'll even notice that sweatshirt she has on reads 'Property of Emmett McCarty' if he could have tattooed her before he went to school, he would have." So there it was, she was taken, of course she was taken, but how taken was the question.

"How old is she?"

"Who, Bella?"

"Yeah" I replied staring at her glorious backside, the girl had the best ass I had ever laid eyes on.

Newton got nervous, "Dude, I don't know what you're thinking, but you better stop that shit right the fuck now."

Arching an eyebrow over my aviators I indignantly asked, "Excuse me?"

Newton's face was serious, "She's not worth it."

I couldn't help the smirk that played on my lips, "I beg to differ."

"No dude," Newton's voice was much lower than before and he looked over his shoulder, "You can look, but don't ever touch. Last year Emmett broke Tyler Crowley's hand when he brushed up against Bella's chest reaching for a yogurt in the lunch line."

I shook my head at his reaction, but spent the rest of the day noticing that anytime Bella came into a room all male eyes, except Jasper's, avoided her like the plague.

Pair that with the fact that Bella never made any effort to notice I even existed; I spent my time focusing on the next best thing, Rosalie.

I'm not proud of the fact that I dated Rose because she is Bella's sister, especially after I found out how deep her daddy issues actually ran, but I can't find it in myself to regret it either. The sex was great and I got to spend time with Jasper which gave me the inside scoop that was everything Bella.

I couldn't help but smile as I saw a picture from that first Christmas I spent with the Chief. I was standing beside Bella with my arms around Rose's waist and Emmett was glaring at me while Alice and Jasper looked on like a fight was about to break out. Ah the memories.

I continued my assault on Bella' facebook page, gone were the days when I had to be nonchalant, prying our mutual friends for details, now thanks to social networking sites I can find out everything my heart desires with the click of a mouse, in the comfort and safety of my own home.

My eyes flickered from the picture of Bella and Alice suggestively eating hotdogs at an Indians game to my phone, then to the time display in the corner of my laptop.

'3:33' my sister's voice chimed in my head, 'make a wish.'

Moving on to a Photoshopped picture of Rosalie's head pasted on a fat chicks body eating a pizza like a taco, quite hilarious I might add, I grunted out, "I wish Jasper would fucking call me."

But nothing happened and I continued to click through Bella's pictures committing them to memory. Finally I found what I was subconsciously looking for. Proof that the night I shared with Bella actually happened.

Her hair was hanging long and framing her flushed face, Alice kissing her cheek and Jasper and I standing behind them, our eyes focused on the ladies in front of us as we took long drinks from our beers.

It had been over a year since the last time I saw Bella when I met them that night at the bar, and it was the first time ever that Bella was actually single. She seemed uncomfortable sitting alone at the table while Alice and Jasper practically fucked on the dance floor, so I decided to make conversation with the youngest Swan.

"Look who decided to find their way home?" Looking back, that was probably the lamest line I've ever used, but the girl just made me stupid, I couldn't help it.

Raising her head to make eye contact with me she answered, "I could say the same thing about you Mr. New York."

I laughed, because I'm an asshat.

Then there was nothing.

We sat listening to overplayed hip –hop music drinking copious amounts of alcohol, not a fucking word transpiring between us.

"So…" she finally said with a head bob.

"So…" I replied like a douche bag.

"Well this is uncomfortable."

"Only if we let it be." Instantly I berated myself, 'Good job Don Juan.'

She thankfully laughed, probably because she had at least six long islands, but it broke the ice, and we fell into pleasant conversation.

I used my intoxication and the loud music as an excuse to move my barstool closer to her every so often.

Eventually we were talking directly into each other's ears, and her hot breath against my neck, well I started thinking with my pants and not my brain. I kissed her just behind her ear, earning myself an inviting moan which only sparked further kissing and then casual petting, and then we were leaving the bar in the direction of my car.

As I fucked Bella up against the bookcase in my apartment, I didn't concern myself with the fact that I didn't use a condom, the feeling of her hot, moist, core surrounding my dick without barriers was the most erotic feeling I'd ever experienced.

I looked at the clock on my computer screen again a noticed that it was past four in the morning and that fucking stoner forgot to call me.

Pissed off and aroused, I slammed my laptop shut and flicked off the lights as I made my way to my bedroom, stripping down to my boxers as I went.

I felt like a fifteen year old virgin, lying in my bed stroking myself at the memories of Bella ripping books and CD's off the shelves around her trying to get a better grasp as I plowed her.

I came, just like I did that night, when her eyes snapped to mine, wide and wild, and my name falling from her swollen lips as she shuddered around me. God she was beautiful.

I groaned, too tired to worry about showering, opting instead for pulling off my boxers and wiping myself clean.

I tossed the article onto the floor, and finally found sleep.

I was dreaming away, Bella's perfect breasts bouncing in my face when my phone started ringing in the distance.

"Ignore it," she whispered between heavy pants.

That's exactly what I did.

Then my phone rang again.

"What the fuck?" I grunted out under the strain of holding my dream Bella's weight, but the ringing continued pulling me from my fantasy. Bella's perfect figure faded to black as my mind slowly registered that I needed to actually answer my phone.

Reaching over without looking at the display I gruffly answered, "This better be fucking good."

"Well afternoon to you to big brother." Alice's voice was chipper, and an instant morning wood reducer.

I rolled over, only opening my right eye to look at the display on the clock next to me. "Afternoon? What the fuck Ali it's 8:30 in the morning."

Confused she asked, "What are you talking about, it's 12:30. I was calling to see if you wanted to get lunch on your break."

Groggily I started to connect the dots my sleep riddled voice croaked out, "Alice, are you in New York?"

"That I am! So get your lazy butt out of bed and come meet me for food!"

I rolled onto my back, my left hand holding my phone to my face while my right one began to rub the sleep from my eyes. "Alice, I would love to meet you for lunch…"

"Great! Where do you want to meet? I hear there's this great little Mediterranean place in SoHo." Jesus fuck, I bet she didn't take her Adderall this morning.

"But," I continued before I was interrupted, "I don't live in New York anymore."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah, I uh, well it was a surprise, but you beat me to it. I moved home last week." Instinctually I pulled the phone away from my face waiting for the screeching that was going to come from the other end of the line.

In a whirlwind of words that only my sister could produce she accosted me with questions. "Oh my God! Edward that's so great! I can't believe you didn't tell me! When did you decide to move back to Forks? What are you going to do about a job? Do mom and dad know that you're back? Does Jazz know? Oh my shit, wait until I tell Bella!"

"Whoa there Seabiscut, calm down, it's early and I'm a little hung over so you need to take it down an octave."

"Fine," she huffed, "but you can't be mad at me for being excited. This is the best news I've gotten in a while."

I chuckled at the pout in her voice, "I know, and I'm not. I didn't tell you because it was a surprise and actually pretty spur of the moment. I got a job offer with an up and coming ad agency in Port Angeles last week and decided to make the move. No, mom and dad don't know yet, I'm going to see them today, but Jazz does. I stopped by last night and we had a few beers."

Her voice was flat, "and you smoked some weed."

"N-no." 'How the fuck does she know that?'

"Please," she said the eye roll obvious in her voice, "I'm not stupid, and this is my husband we're talking about. He was probably higher than a kite before I made it to Seattle."

I didn't answer; Alice could always tell when I was lying so I changed the subject. "And why would Bella care if I moved home?"

She laughed, "Big brother, you do know how transparent you are, don't you?"

I scrunched my features, "What are you talking about?"

"You have obviously been in love with Bella for like ever."

Petulantly I argued, "Have not."

She laughed again, "Whatever you say Edward. If it's not a big deal then I won't tell Bella you're back, no biggie."

Well that just wouldn't do. "No, I didn't say not to tell her, I just asked why she'd want to know."

She began to answer, but a beep on her end caught her attention, "Hey Edward can you hold on a second, Jazz is calling me on the other line."

'No fucking way, that ass hole was supposed to call me last night'. Trying poorly to keep the pissed off out of my voice I told her, "Sure," then waited patiently while Journey told me not to stop believing. Who the fuck really has holding music for their cell phone?

The song repeated twice before she clicked back over, "Ed-Edward?" Her voice was shaky and I instantly freaked out.

"Alice, is everything okay? Is Jasper okay? What about Bella, he went over there last night, did something happen to Bella?"

"N-no? No, it's nothing Edward; I just have got to go. Hermes is out of the handbag I wanted and I'm a little upset right now." Her voice perked up, not to its previous decimal, but happier none-the-less.

I was still skeptical. "Are you sure everything's okay?"

"Oh yeah," she chimed, "but I'm going to let you go back to sleep and I'll see when I get home tomorrow night. We'll have dinner, call mom and dad and invite them okay?"

"Yeah, okay. I'll see you tomorrow Alice. Be safe."

She snorted, "Always, one of us has to be. Bye."

Before I could ask her what that was about the line was dead.

Deciding that sleep was out of reach I got up and took a much needed shower, cleaning up the mess from last night, and releasing some of this morning's pressure.

By the time I was dressed it was just before ten. I knew Jasper was awake, and he still hadn't called me.

I should have known better than to trust that pot head. Irrational fear swept thru me as I contemplated what could have made Bella and Alice so freaked out, but really nothing seemed to fit. When I started to think that maybe Rosalie and Bella reconciled I knew I was getting desperate.

Calling Jazz would definitely be too forward so I shot him a text.

Everything good?

A split second reply told me that fucker had his phone on him and still hadn't called me.

Will be.

Well that just a little too cryptic for me.

Anything I can help with?

And then I waited.

Thirty minutes later and I was still waiting.

Well what the hell.

By lunch time I was pissed off. Slamming cupboard doors in search of something to eat, then said "Fuck it," and opened a beer and called Jasper.

"Hello?" He sounded nervous.

"Hey you didn't call."

"Uh yeah, it was pretty late by the time I went to bed last night, sorry."

"Okay well, I was just making sure everything was okay. You really didn't give me much information when you texted me."

I could hear Bella in the background, "Who is it?"

Through gritted teeth Jasper attempted to whisper, not really his strong suit, "It's him." What was that supposed to mean?

Then Bella's voice got frantic, "Are you shitting me?"

"No I'm not shitting you."

"For the love of Moses, get him off the phone."

"I'm trying. Stop interrupting."

"Hey Jazz?" I asked drawing back his attention "Is everything alright?"

"Oh yeah," he said over confidently, "I'm just really busy right now. Can I call you back later?"

No you can't fucking call me back later ass monkey, "Uh, yeah. No problem."

"Great! I'll give you a buzz this evening. Later."

With a click there was silence. For the second time today I was hung up on.

Now I've never thought Jasper was normal, quite the opposite really. He was probably the oddest individual I've ever met, and that includes that chick that asked to suck my blood, but this was peculiar even for him, but sure enough if I didn't wait for him to call all freaking day, and part of the next.

Begrudgingly I got dressed to go to dinner at my parents, at least there I could corner him and demand what was going on, but can you believe it… Jasper and Alice were unable to make it.

That was it, the breaking point. If they didn't want me to know than fine, whatever, I was over it.

After I left Carlisle and Esme to do whatever they do behind closed doors I went in search of a distraction.

I found said distraction in the form of a strawberry blonde bartender with the name Tanya at some dive just outside of town, and she was more than willing to spend her evening with me.

After round two, both times with a condom, she was sprawled out snoring deeply on the left side of my bed while I lay awake on my couch surfing Bella's facebook page yet again.

God I was pathetic.

A beep from my phone indicated that I had a text message.

"Oh is yesterday evening already asshole?" as I reached for what I presumed to be one of Jasper's lame attempts to contact me, boy was I wrong.

Hey can we talk? –Bella

My eyes shot to my closed bedroom door and groaned.

Um right now?

Please don't say right now.

No, tomorrow? Coffee?

Oh thank you baby Jesus.

Sure what time?

Please not too early. I have to kick that chick out of here and I really don't want to tell her it's so I can go meet another girl.

Elevenish at Java Station?

I am so dropping a twenty in the collection plate the next time I go to church.

Sounds good I'll be there.

With mother fucking bells on.

K

I was going to see Bella tomorrow and I couldn't have been happier.

Now all I had to do was get rid of the trap in my bed, burn my sheets and everything will be right with the world.

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Alright… I'm not really sure how I like this chapter, okay I know how much I like this chapter and let's just say it's not a whole fucking lot, but I was assured that it holds much needed information to understand everything intended for later.

If you hate it tell me I can dig it, if you like it tell me and I have a special sneak peek into the big reveal that's intended for the next chapter, just give me some input it gives more motivation.

Side note… I just finished reading If love could light a candle by Pastiche Pen and I found it quite pleasing… so you should totally check it out.

Later my loves.