Sideline Collision Chapter 4

Two hours. She'd gotten off work two hours ago and had yet to call me. What the hell was her problem? She'd had enough time to get home and confirm that I had her precious oboe, and to yell at Shorty for letting me take it, but she still hadn't called. What in the hell was I going to do with this stupid fucking instrument if she didn't come to get it?

Maybe that bitchy Blondie wasn't letting her call me. She'd love to cockblock me thanks to my jackass of a brother. Speaking of which, what the fuck had he done? I grabbed my non-ringing iPhone and scrolled to his number, hitting it and leaning back against my headboard.

"How're they hanging bro? Still blue ballin' it or did you get some play after brunch?"

I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous greeting. "Don't you worry about me or my balls, dickhead. I do just fine, thank you very much."

He laughed. "Sure didn't seem that way this morning. Your mind was a million miles away. Don't tell me some girl got under your skin. What have I always told you? No distractions. Get in, get out and get gone."

He'd only told me it about a billion times. I think I had it down by now. "There's no girl." Not unless you count a pain in the ass girl who is obsessed with pissing me the hell off.

"Good. You've got all the time in the world to sample the best the campus has to offer. And there is some very fine ass there, bro. Very fine indeed."

That was the opening I needed. "Yeah, speaking of that, I met a girl that doesn't remember you quite as fondly as you would have had us all believe this morning. If she's screaming your name, it's in a fucking voodoo ritual or something."

Emmett barked out a laugh. "Really? Surely she's mistaking me from some other Emmett. Who's this girl?"

"Hot."

"Naturally. I don't do ugly."

"Blonde."

"Just like I like 'em."

"Tall, with a killer body."

"Sounds good to me."

"Bitchy attitude from hell."

"That could be any one of a hundred girls, bro. You'll have to be more specific."

Here we go. "Her name is Rose."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. So long that I thought my phone went dead but no, I was still connected. "Em?"

"Did you say Rose? As in Rosalie Hale?" He sounded all panicked and shit. What did he do to her?

"I don't know her last name; all I know is that she told me to tell you to drop dead, after she chewed my ass out for simply breathing the same air as her. She's got purplish eyes, fantastic breasts and long legs that would look good wrapped around…"

"You shut the fuck up right now!" I held the phone away from my ear as he screamed on the other end. What the hell?

"Why are you screaming at me? I just asked who the hell this girl was that yelled at me because of something you did and you're freaking the fuck out."

"Did you hit on her? Did you fucking touch her? If you touched her, I swear to God I will break every single finger on your throwing hand, and then your arm for good measure."

Holy shit, he was dead serious. I could hear it in his voice. "I didn't fucking touch her, you asshole. I screwed her roommate. Calm the hell down and tell me why you're threatening bodily violence on your own brother over a chick. Did you not just finish telling me to hit it and move the hell on? You don't sound like you've moved."

He blew out a breath. "She's nobody."

I laughed at his stupid ass. Like I was going to buy that? "If she's nobody, you wouldn't be screaming so loud I could fucking hear you without the phone. What the hell did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. Just let it go."

"Like hell I will. You'll tell me or I'll go back over to her place and get her to. She was looking awfully good this morning and with a little charm I might…" I broke off and waited for him to lose his shit again.

"Damn it, Edward, I told you to stay the fuck away from her. She's off limits, okay? You don't want my sloppy seconds anyway, do you?" There was desperation in his voice. Man, this girl got under his skin even worse than Reed Girl got under mine. I mean, she was hot, but with her attitude I didn't get it at all.

"I just want to know what you did. I have some unfinished business with her roommate and I'll likely see her again. I'd like to escape with my dick intact to use another day. Now tell me what happened." Unfinished business that could be finished if Reed Girl would just bring her fine ass to my room to retrieve her stupid instrument.

"I don't know, man. I mean, you've seen her. She's the hottest chick on the fucking planet, right?" I'd seen hotter, hell, I'd had hotter, but I wasn't going to interrupt him now that he was finally talking. "I met her last year at a party. We hit it off, in and out of the sheets. Before I knew what I was doing, I was taking her out to dinner and seeing girly flicks and all sorts of shit that goes against the code. You know what I mean?"

Holy shit, my brother had cared about her. He'd never given a shit about anyone in the entire nineteen years that I'd known him. "So, you liked her. What'd you do to fuck it up?"

"Liked her? LIKED HER?" Damn it, he was yelling again. "I more than liked her, you idiot. I loved that girl. She got under my skin and she fucking bewitched me! All of a sudden, she was all I could think about. Before I knew it, she was talking about shit like meeting each other's parents and I just fucking panicked."

I sighed. Bad things happened when Emmett panicked. "Did you tell her you needed to cool off?" I still couldn't figure out why she was so bitchy. So he dumped her ass, even though he loved her. My brother was a grade A moron. Everybody who knew him knew it.

"Uh, no."

Shit. "You didn't."

"What else was I supposed to do?"

"Um, put on your big boy pants and fucking talk to her, maybe?"

"Look who's talking. When have you ever sat down and told a chick you need to cool off?"

He had a point, but then again, I hadn't fallen in love with one either. Nor would I be that stupid. "I never dated anybody long enough to do so, just like you fucking told me not to, jackass."

"Well, now you know I know what I speak of!" he shouted. I was going to go deaf if he didn't cut that shit out.

"So you fucked around on her?"

"Well, not exactly," he muttered.

"What then?"

"I made her think I fucked around on her." Moron. "She walked into a party we were supposed to meet at and saw this chick on my lap kissing me. I didn't actually fuck her, but Rosie didn't know that."

Rosie? She didn't look like a Rosie to me. Not even a Rose. More like Ball Busting Bertha. "What did she do?"

He sighed. "She yanked the chick off my lap by her hair and punched her in the face." Wow. I kinda wished I'd been there.

"And what did she do to you?"

"Called me all sorts of names, threw a cup of beer on me and punched me in the face, too. She was glorious." His voice had taken on some dreamy tone that absolutely did not match his words. How was getting punched in the face by a girl glorious? He'd been hit far too many times on the field, clearly. "She stormed out. She changed her phone number after I called her a bunch of times and I never got past her RA in her dorm to see her. That was that."

"So, she hates your ass. And because you were too much of a pussy to actually tell her that you were freaking out, she thinks you cheated on her even though you didn't."

"No, I couldn't have cheated on her if I tried. I didn't even fuck another girl for like two months after."

Two months? That was eons when it came to Emmett. He was way worse than I was. "Well, you'll be happy to know that she hasn't forgotten you."

"Fuck you, bro. I hate that I hurt her. And you said you boned her roommate? So you know where she lives then?" All of a sudden he was eager. Great.

"Yes, but I'm not telling you. What does it matter anyway? You're two hours away. And I don't need you screwing things up further. Her roommate is giving me enough grief without you piling on and making things a billion times worse."

"You'll tell me, little bro. Don't make me hurt you."

"You won't hurt me." I was sort of confident about that, so long as I didn't bone his precious Blondie. And I didn't want to. I wanted her stubborn ass roommate, and that was all. Why everybody had to complicate what could be really good sex was beyond me. Now, even my brother was getting in the way of me sticking it to Reed Girl again.

"Maybe not, but I will tell Mom you're into some girl if you don't help me out."

Oh, hell no. She'd badger me to death and want to meet her and shit. No, no, a billion times no.

"Look, I won't tell you where she lives, but I can tell you where she'll be on Wednesday night." At least I hoped so. I'd have to call Shorty and make sure she brought both of her insane roommates. Why did Jasper have to get the normal, agreeable one of the bunch? He was such a douche.

"Wednesday night? How do you know where she'll be? Are you after her?" His voice was all high pitched and girly again. Jesus Christ, what happened to my supposed stud brother?

"Would you calm the hell down? I invited her roommate to a party, because I'm trying to fuck her other roommate and she wants to fuck my teammate. I'll tell her to bring Blondie along and you can do your best to get her to talk to you. But don't you bring me into it. You come on your own and when she hands you your ass on a platter, you leave on your own. I had nothing to do with it other than to tell you about a party I was going to."

"Since when do you invite girls to a party in order to try to fuck one? And didn't you already fuck her?" I didn't answer. "Well, well, little bro, it sounds to me like you might like this girl."

He didn't know shit. "Really? You're going to give me shit now, Mr. I Looooved Her?"

"Fuck off."

"Are you coming on Wednesday or not?"

"Fuck, yes, I'll blow off work and drive over. If things don't work out the way I want them to, I might need to crash in your room."

With any luck, I'd be spending the night with Reed Girl. "Whatever. See you on Wednesday." I hung up on his stupid ass and dialed Shorty.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Shorty, it's Edward."

"Oh, hi, Sarah! Just let me go to my room." Sarah? Fucking girls. I heard the door close and then Shorty hissed at me. "Well, you truly pissed her off. She's not even talking to me."

"Does that mean she's not coming on Wednesday night? Because our deal's off if…"

"She'll be there! She can't stay mad at me for long." I wondered how Shorty pulled off that particular trick because it was clear that Reed Girl could hold a grudge.

"Well, she better be. And could you try to bring Blondie with you guys?"

"Why? You're not after Rose now, too, are you?"

I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm not. There's somebody that wants to see her or some damn thing. Just make her come." When did I become a fucking matchmaker? This was ridiculous.

"I can't make Rose do anything. I'll tell her about it and if she comes, she comes."

"Fine!" If she didn't, I'd have to give my brother her address. "I'll text you the info on Wednesday then."

"Great. I can't wait to meet Jasper!"

The girl had no taste but at least she was somewhat pleasant, unlike the other two. "Right. See you later."

"Bye, Edward! Oops, I mean Sarah! No, Bella, it's not…"

Hell, Reed Girl heard her. "Give me that phone!" And another person was shouting.

"Really, Bella, it's Sarah!"

"Alice, hand me that phone now."

I grinned at the irritation in her voice. "Let her have it, Shorty."

"You're an idiot," she hissed. There were a few seconds of scuffling and then I heard breathing in the phone.

"Reed Girl! How are you?"

"How am I? I'm a bit pissed off actually. Wanna know why?"

I grinned. What was it about this girl that amused me so? "Some jerk harass you in the library? Forget to turn in his book on time? I can kick his ass for you if you like."

"Oh, a jerk harassed me in the library alright, but I doubt you could kick his ass. You wouldn't want to mar your pretty face."

I laughed. "So you admit my face is pretty then? I knew you were hot for me, Reed Girl."

"I'm not the one who's chasing the other one all over town, am I?" I frowned at that. She was right. Why the hell wasn't she chasing me? And more importantly, why was I still bothering with her? I reached over and pulled her stupid oboe case onto my bed.

"You're the one who tracked me down first. I'm just trying to return the favor. How did you like your reeds?"

There was silence for a good minute. "I liked the two that were whole, but I have a bit of a problem with the broken one."

"I figured I'd save you the time and break it for you. We both know you'll run into something, or someone, soon and snap one in two."

"You ran into me!"

I chuckled. "No, you ran into me. Then I fucked the hell out of you. Remember that part? It was fun."

She sighed. "I couldn't forget if I tried. You won't let me."

"You don't want to forget. You dreamed about it last night, didn't you? Did you touch yourself and think of me?"

She said nothing and my cock got hard as I thought about her playing with that tight pussy and screaming my name. We might just have to give that a try when she got her ass over here.

"You know what I thought about, Edward?" Her voice was all breathy and hot and shit. My hand drifted down to my pants and I palmed my cock through my jeans.

"What did you think about, Bella?" I verbally caressed her name again and heard her take a sharp breath. If I didn't like calling her Reed Girl so much, I might actually use her name more often. It seemed to get her going.

"I dreamed about wrapping my wet lips around that hard head."

"Oh yeah, baby, you could definitely do that." I unzipped my jeans and grabbed my cock and started working it.

"Can I, Edward? Can I wrap my firm lips around it and blow it with my talented mouth?"

Fuck, she was good at this. My cock was throbbing. She might make me come in a matter of seconds. "You sure can, baby. Anytime you want."

"I want, Edward. I want it right now."

"It's all yours, baby. Just come and get it. Show me what those lips can do."

"You want to see what they can do, Edward? You want to experience it first hand?"

"Fuck, yes. More than anything!" I was so close. I fisted my cock and pumped it harder.

"Then bring me my fucking oboe and I'll show you just how talented I am!" she shouted.

Wait, what? "Were you fucking talking about blowing on your damn instrument?"

She laughed. "Yes, Edward. That's the only thing my mouth is going to be wrapped around anytime soon."

Son of a fucking bitch. She'd played me again. My cock deflated and I sat up and glared at her damn oboe case. "Well, apparently your mouth won't be wrapped around that, because I have it. Maybe if you blow me, you can blow it again."

"Are you attempting to extort me to get back my oboe?" she demanded.

"You are pre-law, aren't you?" I laughed at her. "I'm offering a trade."

"Well, I don't accept the terms of your transaction."

"Well, then I guess I got myself an oboe."

She paused and I could hear her breathing heavily. "Alright, then I guess I'll have to call the police and report my property stolen."

"Go for it, sweetheart. The cops all know and love me. I'll just tell them we're having a lovers' spat and you're trying to get me in trouble."

"We're not lovers."

"But we could be, if you'd stop being annoying."

"If I'm so annoying, why do you want to fuck me again?" That was a damn good question.

"I don't know. I do know that I want you. And you want me. So why not have a little fun with one another?"

"I don't have fun. Not that kind anyway."

"Maybe it's time you started."

She sighed. "I'll think about it."

"Good." This was an improvement. "Now are you going to come get your oboe?"

She laughed. "No, you can bring it to me."

"So you can leave and sic Blondie on me again? I don't think so."

"Well, then, I guess I'll get it when I see you next."

What the hell? "Don't you need it for practice?"

"Not really. I already called Jacob and he said he'd give me one on loan."

Jacob. Fucking Jacob. That god damn cockblocking nerd was getting in my way again. I needed to beat his ass. "But don't you want your oboe?"

"You'll give it back."

"How do you know?"

"Because you want to see me again. So, I'll see you when you decide to return it. Goodnight, Edward."

And just like that, she was gone. How the fuck had she managed to turn the tables on me again? And more importantly, how was I going to get her back? Wednesday night, it was on.

A/N The one-upmanship continues! And now big brother is coming to the show. Should be fun! Thanks for reading!