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Chance Meeting
I don't know how long we stood there, the three of us, gapping at each other. The crowd shifted, as patrons flooded the bathrooms. The bar was packed but odd in a way since it was not a Thursday night.
I could not form any words. And I honestly don't think Angela could either. Let alone the tall stranger at our foot steps.
"Bro, come on," I heard someone yell. But for who? "Dude, what are you doing?"
A guy approached us from behind our tall stranger. He was the size of a football player but looked a little soft around the edges. His hair was military styled cut, with big brown eyes and a smile that lit up the room.
He noticed us immediately. "Well, hello there, ladies." He was pouring on the charm. "Is my brother making a fool of himself?"
"Brother?" Angela stuttered. "You two are brothers?"
He nodded his head and a small little smile came across his face. I could feel Angela squeezing my shoulders even tighter than before. She was being sucked into his aurora of hotness, as I was still swooning over this complete god in front of me.
"The name is Emmett," he smirked, "And this is my lame ass brother…"
I cut him off because I knew exactly who he was.
I quickly released Angela's hands, "I'm sorry, but I have to go."
I bent down quickly to gather my hand bag, as did the stranger, and ran out of the hall.
"BELLA!" I heard Angela scream at me.
I pushed my way through the crowd and back to our table. Marcus was talking to a guy and Jessica was on the dance floor with a few other guys, drooling in the pants. I found the last shot of Tequila and threw it back.
"Bells, what's with you?" Marcus asked.
I swallowed hard, "He's here!"
"Who's here," he asked.
I finished tying my hair back and walked around to Marcus, standing on my tippy toes to whisper into his ear.
"Are you sure you saw him?" he questioned me.
I looked at him like he was stupid.
"Where?" He asked. I stood up again, explained as quickly as I could what happened in the hall, then grabbed the stool next to me.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" he said. "Go get him."
I waved him off. Marcus just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his conversation that I had interrupted moments ago. Jessica managed to make it back, alive, then excused herself to the bathroom.
It was well after midnight, my soberness returning so I could drive us home. I motioned to Marcus and Jessica that it was time to go.
"Where's Angela?" Jessica asked.
"Good question," I said.
"I'll go look for her," Marcus offered, "Or would you rather go look?"
"Is there something going on here that I don't know about?" Jessica screeched.
"Nothing is wrong. We ran into some guys earlier and I guess Angela is still talking with them. I'll go and look for her. Meet ya guys out front?"
"Sure will," Marcus said, turning Jessica around by her shoulders and pushing her out the door.
I walked around a little by the main dance floor, the crowd had thinned out some-what, mainly since it was a week night. But no Angela. I went to the bar and grabbed Felix to see if he had seen her.
"No, I haven't, but go on to the back room and check back there. There was a private party earlier. She made be back there."
"Private party?" I questioned him.
"Well, I wasn't suppose to say anything. But since it's pretty dead in here, I guess I can spill the beans."
"What beans?" I asked.
"Some production company threw a big party for their workers tonight," he said as he cleaned some bar glasses.
"Hmmm," I said.
"Go on, go check. I'm pretty sure she is back there," he said. He picked up a box and walked away.
I looked down the hall, where the bathrooms were and the bar's only private room. A room big enough to fit about 50 people and two hosts. I had worked the room before. That's how I met Felix. I needed a little cash to help with school and he was in one of my classes, so he asked if I could help. Helping turned into a few birthday parties for college kids turning 21, a couple of business meetings with drinks and one wedding reception.
I walked towards the back, looking into the bathrooms first and calling out for Angela. I rolled my eyes and continued to walk. As I turned the corner, the double doors were wide open with a soft light flowing out. I could still here the music from the main floor, vibrating through the walls, and people talking and laughing. And then I heard Angela's sweet voice carry out of the door.
I walked into the room and looked around. There were about ten or fifteen people there and a few security guards from the bar.
"Hey Bella," I heard someone call my name.
"Oh, hey Demetri," I waved.
He walked up to me and gave me a tight hug.
"What brings you back here?" he asked.
At the same time we both said, "Looking for Angela."
I laughed.
"Well, there she is," he motioned towards her.
She was seated on one of the couches, feet tucked under her legs, laughing.
"Thanks, Demetri," I waved to him and proceeded to get Angela.
"There you are. We're ready to go."
"Oh, Bella. Okay, let me just find Emmett and tell him goodbye."
"Okay. I'll wait out in the hall for you. But don't be too long. Marcus is babysitting Jessica."
She nodded and went about her way. I waved again to Demetri on my way out and stopped just short of the doors and waited.
Angela walked out, beaming, snaking her arm into mine.
"What happened back there?" she asked as we walked out.
"What?"
"Earlier," she questioned.
"Oh, that. It was nothing," I just shrugged.
We walked out of the bar and met up with Marcus and Jessica, who were sitting on the curb watching a hoard of people get into a long stretched limo.
"Ready," I said as I jumped right behind them.
"Wonder who those people are," Jessica asked. She threw her arms up and I helped her up.
"Party people," I said.
"Oh, those are some guys who work for a film crew," Angela stated.
We all turned around and looked at her.
"How do you know that?" Jessica asked. Marcus chimed in, "Yea, please give us the 4-1-1, Angela."
"Apparently, this company was filming a movie here for a couple of weeks and they just wrapped up. They threw some kind of party here tonight. That's probably why the bar was so busy tonight."
"And you know this how?" Jessica quizzed her. "I mean it's not like you to be Ms. Know It All."
"Because Angela got to hob knob with most of them," I said.
"With who?"
I pointed my finger towards the awaiting limo, "Them."
Marcus and Jessica turned.
"Eeeek," Jessica shrilled. "Is that who I think it is?"
"I think it is who you think it is, Jess," Marcus answered her.
"Come on guys. I have to be at the shop early tomorrow morning," I said tugging at their shirts. "Let's start walking back to the shop."
Angela and I led the way, as Marcus and Jessica stood there gaping. I could hear Jessica trying to figure out how to ditch us and Marcus totally agreeing with her.
"Guys," Angela called, "come on."
Just then, we turned to grab Marcus and Jessica to drag them along, when he walked out of the club. My body stiffened and my heart skipped a beat. He walked out of the club with long strides, wavy, unkempt hair and a beer in his hand. His brother, the one that looked like a football player, wasn't too far behind him with a hoard of girls around him.
"Hey Bells," Marcus called after me, with a little smirk, " Isn't that Edward Cullen?"
I suddenly got dizzy with his name flooding my ears. And what was worse is that he heard Marcus call his name and looked immediately in our direction.
