Perfect Stranger- Chapter 2
Changing

BPOV

Seeing as it wouldn't really matter if I read his texts, it's not like we were in a relationship or going to see each other ever again, I lifted his phone from the bedside table and glanced at the screen.

"Isabella!" Edward looked startled as he walked out of the en-suite bathroom and saw me with his phone in my hand. Probably because there was over 20 unread texts and 6 missed calls from ''T''.

"What is it Edward?" I asked as seductively as I could without sounding desperate or like I had a cold.

"Please, please, please, please, please tell me you didn't look through my phone?" He begged, grabbing his phone back and shutting it quickly before throwing it across the room.

"No...why? Is there something...naughty," I breathed the word softly into his ear, "on your phone."

"Isabella, it's not funny. I need to know whether you saw anything." He roughly grasped my shoulders with both of his strong hands, digging his nails in.

"Ow Edward, you're hurting me!" I struggled weakly but it made no difference. The look in Edward's eyes was feral; dangerous. What was wrong with him?

A million different scenarios flew through my mind and I severely hoped that this man didn't have some kind of mental issue. I would be fucking screwed if he did.

I would never live this down...

"Edward..." I questioned awkwardly.

"Yes Isabella?" Even his voice sounded crazy.

"I'm not trying to be mean or anything but do you...y'know, have...issues?" I murmured it, not wanting it to sound as harsh in the silence.

"Issues? Oh, you mean...issues?" He sounded incredulous and I thought I had offended him up until he burst out into spurts of laughter.

Yep, definitely had mental problems.

"Look, I'm sorry for taking advantage of you, I guess I could say, but I think I should leave now, if you understand..." It was impossible to be subtle in this situation.

"Isa..bella..." He gasped for breath, still chuckling loudly, "I don't have issues as you so eloquently put it." He shook his head and I let out the breath I had been holding.

"Phew, good because y'know, we were gonna have sex and all and y'know..." I smiled shyly and leant forward to rest my head on his stomach. Yeah, he was standing in front of his bed and that my friends, is an invitation for me to lean on him.

I felt his hardening wood poke me in the neck.

Wow, I must be sexy as hell.

"Isabella?" He spoke in hushed tones and I shivered.

"Yeaaaah?" I moaned, just imagining what would be coming next.

"Did your stomach just gurgle?"

...

Meh, maybe not so sexy anymore..

"Rumble." I corrected him. Gurgle sounded so disgusting and...bleughhh, "Rumbbleeeeeeee."

Okay, that doesn't sound any better.

"Are you hungry Isabella?" Edward questioned, gently lifting my head up from his chest and kneeling down to my height.

S'pose he was expecting me to say something like: Yeah, I'm hungry...hungry for you..

"Thank you for the rights to molest your kitchen."

But I'm a food whore. Tough titties for him.

Stretching before I did, I jumped off his bed and lumped towards where I assumed was his kitchen. Yes, I lumped.

"Err...Isabella?" Edward followed after me awkwardly, "You're kinda...naked."

"Awww!" I cooed, turning around to pinch his cheeks, "Aren't you observant?"

Mr. Sex was not amused.

"As much as I fucking love your sexy ass, my room-mate might try to molest you before you can molest my kitchen. Just a warning..."

He smirked and overtook me as I stood there gaping at his topless state. This room-mate of his better not be a bisexual girl or some kind of shit.

EPOV

What the fuck had I fell into.

Shit: that's what.

Thank fuck I had managed to keep my cool and make it out of there without saying something bad...kinda.

I reached into the cupboard and pulled out an empty Captain Crunch's Choco Donuts cereal box.

That just sums Emmett up in two words: Re. Tard.

I mean, putting an empty box back into the cupboard was just plain mean but I had bought that cereal for me. I loved Captain Crunch...

"Ahem..." Isabella cleared her throat behind me and I flipped her off as I grasped some cinnamon toast in my hand and sat down. The cinnamon toast which lay next to the empty Captain Crunch...sob.

I guess I'm kinda a retard too, huh.

"Edward!" She whined, sounding frustrated and doing what could be described as bouncing up and down.

"What?" I snapped, turning around. My jaw dropped.

Walking slowly towards me, Isabella Swan had on my white dress shirt (tied underneath her boobs with no buttons done up, might I add) and her thong from last night. That was it. Oh, and no bra.

"I'm cold." She stated quietly, her bottom lip slightly jutting out.

"Then why don't you put more clothes on?" I stuttered way too much around girls...

She smiled impishly and straddled my lap.

"Because then I wouldn't be able to do this..." She breathed, moving up to sit on the bar counter from my lap and taking off her thong in the same second.

My laboured breathing got heavier and heavier as she leaned forward and...took the cinnamon toast from my hand.

Wait a minute...

"Harharharhar." She laughed and jumped off the bar to raid my kitchen some more.

Like my last piece of cinnamon toast wasn't enough for her...

Giving Isabella the evil eyes whenever she would turn around, I casually reached out to get a bagel from my bread bin.

"Ooooh, bagels!" Her eyes lit up and she charged towards me like a man on a mission.

"No!" I ordered, narrowing my eyes, "My bagels! You eat one, you die." She obviously didn't listen to my warning though because she carried on trying to snatch my simple, delicious breakfast.

"Do you have a death wish?" I asked her, raising one eyebrow. She pouted at me before giving up and sitting cross-legged on my kitchen floor.

And she thought I had issues.

Not giving her pursed lips time to affect me, I stuffed my bagel down my throat in record time.

"Harharharhars!" Now I was the one laughing.

Isabella just rolled her eyes, got up and walked back into my bedroom.

I would've felt bad for her if she hadn't tried to eat all my food.

Chewing thoughtfully, I wondered what the fuck I was going to do all day.

A muffled oh shit came from the other side of my bedroom door and I panicked instantly.

The one thing which kept running through my head no matter how much I tried to keep it out: I left my bastard of a phone in there.

BPOV

"Eddie, my man!" A loud voice boomed throughout Edward's apartment and I wondered whether this roar belonged to his room-mate.

I slipped on my left shoe and made a move to go back out into the kitchen. On my way there, I pondered what Edward's room-mate would think when a twenty one year old girl walked out of his friend's bedroom dressed in nightclub clothing and massive heels.

Ding!

As I reached for the door handle, his phone made a sound signifying 21 new messages. Goodness, this ''T'' must be des-per-ate.

"Emmett!" Edward sounded worried and I heard him rush towards the door I was standing behind and lean against it so I couldn't get through.

"What's up dude?" I backed away from the door knowing that Edward wouldn't let me through any time soon. I blocked out their conversation soon enough and I guessed while I was in here, I might as well have seen what all the fuss was about concerning Edward's phone.

Crawling around on my knees to find the source of the past ding, I waded through dirty laundry and general rubbish until I found what I was looking for.

For the second time this morning, I glanced at Edward's phone screen.

Except this time, I managed to see what was actually sent to him.

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