It as been a long time since I have written. A couple of things decided to block my path, but they will come up later.
For those of you wondering, I never slept with Jacob Black. I spent the night in a horizontal position with him in a bed, listening to snores cutting through my ears like a chainsaw, but I never had sex with him

Chapter Three: Edward Takes Things Too Seriously

Edward seemed to want to disregard my answer, but he couldn't. Mechanically, he led me back the restaurant sitting me down in a booth. I let him, only too happy because I had finally shown him that he had no control over what I did, and hoped he would understand that he had no control over what I would do.

I tried for conversation.

"So, what was the motive for choosing a broccoli for this date?"

How I said must have sounded like this was going to be the last of all the dates, and in some ways I hoped this was true. Edward was kinda overly possessive over things that weren't his.

The waitress brought over water, and shot me a "can I flirt with him, please, please?" look. I knew her. She was Jacobs girlfriend, probably the reason The Pack had been here in the first place.

I gave her a small smile, and a "go ahead" nod.

Leah would never cheat. I hope. Anyways, Edward wasn't...

Why in the world was I even thinking about these things?

"Good food."

Edward looked at Leah and smiled. I should mention that Leah and I had a game. Whenever Rosalie would come here with a new guy, Leah would see if they were worthy enough to be seeking out Rosalie's attention.

By flirting with them.

"And what would you like, Ms. Twirly?" Leah drawled, in her rather ravishing southern accent. She called me because I had a horrible habit of playing and twirling my hair around my finger whenever I was in stress, or lying.

I stopped hair-playing and ordered my drink and my food, preferring to have them served at the same time instead of sitting around and playing with my straw for an hour. Thank God Leah was my waitress.

She stalked away, laughing under her breath at a joke Edward had made.

That's okay. I had no intention of letting go farther than this anyways.

"You know her, and you know the menu. Why the reaction?" Edward inquired, while fingering the rim of his water.

"You were looking for one, so I delivered." I said, failing at sounding demure.

"You have a habit of lying, don't you." This was said in statement form, as though he had this already figured out. I smirked, liking where this was going.

"Yes, I do, Cullen. You can't believe anything I say because I am looking to rip the carpet from under your feet."

"You are lying about lying." he said dryly, taking a huge gulp of his water. I gave him a shut-up look, and went for the dessert menu which was lying right in the middle of the rather large table.

Bread pudding would be really nice. I needed a sweet distraction, from my rather sour one.

"Hmm. And how do you know that?"

I reached for the menu, but Edward grabbed it and pressed it down on the table, making it immovable.

"Edward.." I warned, sounding more scared then angry. He did not have the right to touch me like that. He not my boyfriend, nor was he my husband, yet...

A sharp burst of intuition told me that being my husband was exactly why Edward had come.

And he wasn't going to stop.

Unless I ended things.

Right now.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand...

Guess what.

I didn't.

So much for trusting my psychic powers.

"You need to get rid of the habit, or else anyone will be able to read you from a second glance."

He let go of my hand.

"Speaking of professions, what is it that you do?" I completely changed the subject to my convenience.

His green eyes lazily found mine, and his lips formed a soft smile. Talk about job satisfaction.

"Which profession are you talking about?" he leaned back on the blue booth, and spread his arms out like he owned the place.

Maybe he did.

"I don't know, maybe the business one. Or that one that you found out from the world of porn. How else could you have known my hooker name?"

I was only joking.

Edward, being the skeptic he is, believed me.

This is how I got ahead of him in the sick game of his. By lying, and joking.

My only two weapons ( I will repeat this again), and the only ones that I will ever have against him.

Now, let me explain. I have an awesome poker face. I did nothing to let him know what I said was actually a jest at his knowledge about me. Probably, my facial expression and nonchalance only led him towards thinking that this was the truth.

The rest of the meal was eaten in an almost tense silence.

My definition of a disastrous date.

Rose called when I was just finishing the bread pudding, my perfect opportunity to bolt.

"Sorry, honey." I said, falling into the southern accent I had grown up with ( my father had one and I am proud to say that it sounds almost like Leah's). "I got an appointment that needs, uh, tending to."

For a moment, the expression of pure heart break was on his face. Yeah, better it happen on the first date then when he proposes to me.

But that was replaced by a stony acceptance.

"Buh-bye, sugar, thanks for the meal." I gave him a kiss on his cheek and left wagging my ass like there was no tomorrow. Leah broke down into fits of laughter, having experienced my two face before. She waved goodbye, and I smiled.

Victory for Bella.

-ish.

That night I was woken up by a soft knock on my door. Rosalie was having a sleepover with some skank name Jessica from work, probably too drunken to get home.

Rosalie never had the manners to knock.

I decided to ignore the knock, hoping that whoever it was, they would leave.

Gosh, who woke someone up at three forty in the morning?

An idiot.

Someone who wanted to send themselves into the pit of hell, because they were going to face my wrath, any moment now. I struggled against the covers, trying almost fruitless to get out.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, I AM COMING!" I yelled, frustrated at my inability to disentangle myself.

The knocking ceased as I padded towards the door.

I should mention that I wear glasses. I admit that I should have said something about them in the beginning but I was too self-conscious. Now, I really don't care. Whoever reads this, this should only be a fun pastime about the rather interesting life of a young woman. Anyways.

Glasses. They are big, green-rimmed and nerdy. They don't make me look too attractive, but I love them.

I grabbed them from the table that also held my keys and other various trinkets that I held with me while on the go.

The glasses were what startled the man behind the door.

I think you have already deduced who this is.

Edward.

"What in the world do you want. I thought I ditched you already." I squinted at him through the bright light of the corridor, which my neighbor constantly forgets to turn off.

"Bella, I am a man in control. And you make me feel so very out of control."

I groaned.

He was going to give me one of those speeches about how he wants to prolong the relationship. I said the only thing that I was completely sure would end the conversation.

"First of all, Edward, when a woman says no, it means no. Second of all, I am not into those Dom, Sub relationships. If you are, I bet you there is a Bella Swan out there who is into them. C'mon, there's like a gazillion people out there. I am not the one so find another one. You have connections, and you have the appeal, so fucking use it and let me sleep."

Before I could slam the door, I was being kissed.

My mind and my body fought valiantly.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Yes.

Finally, I mustered the courage to jerk free. Gathering my senses, and pushing out the screaming want from my lips I klutzily closed the door.

But not before he had the last word.

"If someone kisses like that, there's no way that they are a prostitute."

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Twilight by Stephenie Meyer

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