Wow! It is so nice out right now! (At least it is where I live) I want to go out, yet I don't. My neighbor (who happens to be my BFF) is in NYC so I've got no one within walking distance to hang out with. That is why I'm updating today, but I hope you aren't following my lead and you are all out there having fun!
I've decided that this entire story will be in Bella's POV. It's easier for me to write cuz I'm a girl and I know how girls think.
Chapter Four.
BPOV
I felt like my world had tilted and I had fallen through the looking glass.
It was Edward Masen sitting there, smiling and laughing with my friends, drinking something from a shot glass. The man whom Jasper said was perfect for me was the one man whom I had wanted to spend this night complaining about.
Irony, much?
This had to be a dream. In my life, things like this did not happen. I did not meet extremely handsome men, hate them, and then find out they were my friend's buddy. It just didn't happen in the life of Isabella Marie Swan!
I tried to hang behind them and not let him see me, but of course Alice pushed me forward despite my protests. "Anthony, this is Bella. Bella, Anthony!"
Well, I guess it was just going to be one of those days where everyone introduces you to someone you already know, and in my case, did not want to know. "Bella, is it? I guess I never got your name." He shot me a crooked smile and no matter how hard I tried not to, I could feel myself melting.
"Wait? You two know each other?" Alice, always a bit confused, asked. I was surprised she hadn't recognized his chiseled features and striking eyes. They had been on every issue of People and I knew she read that magazine like it was the Bible.
"This would be my photographer, Edward Masen."
"No shit! Wow! Wait, I thought Jasper said your name was Anthony?"
"That's my middle name. Only my friends really call me that, but you can if you'd like." Once again that spine-melting crooked smile showed itself.
Alice laughed, obviously taken by this man's charm. "Well isn't that wonderful! I'll let you two get to know each other better, since you are colleagues. Bye!"
"Alice!" I shrieked and reached out to grab her shirt but she was already gone. Could anything more go wrong? I turned back to Edward, who was now looking less cheerful and more livid.
"Listen, Bella. I'm going to be nice tonight to you since you are friends with my old high school buddy, but don't think that means I'm going to be any less hard on you tomorrow. You are a model and I am the photographer. In other words, you are a piece of meat for me to capture."
Murphy's law proves itself once again. Anything that can go wrong will.
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"Alice! How you could do that to me?" I asked on the way home. It was just she and I in the taxi since Emmett and Rosalie had gone home to Emmett's house and Jasper had gotten an emergency call from his mother. She was in the hospital and needed him right away.
"What are you talking about?" Alice asked.
"You left me with the monster of a man for the entire night! I don't think my night of celebrating could have been any worse."
"Bella, listen to yourself! You just spent an evening with Edward Masen, hottie extraordinaire, and you are acting like a prick. If anything, you should be thanking me!"
"Thanking you! I hate that man! He is the most rude, disrespectful, arrogant ass ever to walk this planet!" I was getting angrier by the second and the poor taxi driver was looking back at us, making sure I wasn't about to shoot anyone or anything.
I sure felt like shooting Alice, but, lucky for her, I didn't have a gun.
"Well how was I to know that?"
"Do you remember anything I ever told you?"
"Bella, do I ever?"
No, she never did. Alice was the kind of friend who would listen to all your problems and comfort you, but forget them as soon as you were done complaining.
I sighed. This was a losing battle, and anyways, we were pulling up to my apartment now. "Five fifty," the taxi driver called.
I gave him is money and slammed my door on the way out, not even saying goodbye to Alice.
My apartment was as empty as ever, and for the first time since moving to New York, I felt a pang of loneliness. I hadn't had a boyfriend since my last one in Forks. His name was Tyler and I barely counted him as a boyfriend. He took me to prom and we went out a few times, but nothing much more. It had been more for status than anything else. I had had a boyfriend so I felt pretty, and he had a girlfriend so he felt like a player.
It was times like this, when I fought with my friends, which made me want something like Alice had with Jasper or Emmett seemed to have with Rosalie.
I wanted something like love.
That revelation surprised me. I had always been a bit of a loner and to want someone like I did now was strange for me.
The problem with getting a guy in my life was that the only men I seemed to meet were either superficial, too good looking, taken, or gay. It was pretty hard trying to date in the fashion industry. Of course, since I didn't go out much, I wasn't helping my cause much.
How could I find a boyfriend that would actually care when it seemed like all the good guys were gone?
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As I tried to fall asleep that night, I couldn't help but think about Edward again. He sure was some nice eye candy, at least until he opened his mouth. Could I ever reform him into a caring gentleman who would take care of a girl instead of tearing her down?
I decided to make it my mission to try.
Okay, it's a bit short, but I like this chapter. It's sweet, but still has spunk! At least, I think so. What did you think? Drop me a review to let me know!