CPOV
I'm having a crisis. A big, huge, monster of a crisis. It's been a week. A whole bitching week, and not a single phone call. Not one word that he's even fucking alive. Although, given the mood I'm in right now, I'd kill him any way if I saw him. What the hell had I done wrong? According to Bella, absolutely fuck all.
"Chloe, if he can't see the wonderful person that you are, then screw him. You're better than him anyway..." she smiled her wonderful, heal everything smile. Damn. Not two weeks ago, I'd been giving her relationship advice.
How the mighty have fallen.
The only thing was.... I liked him. Really liked him. I've never had that fluttering feeling in my stomach before. But with him....
So, here I was, knocking on his door like the desperate twat I am, and wringing my hands nervously. Shit, I'm never nervous. Ever. Bollocks. Not to mention my swearing had increased tenfold. I just couldn't help it.
The door was answered by a man in his late fourties, with thinning hair. His eyes were remarkably similar to David's, so being the genius that I claim myself as being, I assumed it was his dad. "Hello miss. You looking for my boy?" he asked in a friendly, heavily accented voice and I instantly found that I liked him.
"Yeah, I'm looking for David. Is he in?" The man chuckled and stepped aside, letting me through the front door. He led me through the cosy little house. I assumed that David's mom was crazy about modern art, as the place was covered in paintings and sculptures.
I found myself liking his mother, whom I hadn't even become aquainted with yet.
"Aye. You're the second person today that's been looking for him. He's out in the garage," he led me into the kitchen and pointed along the large backyard. I couldn't see a garage though. He noticed my confusion. "You have to go to the end and turn right. You'll come to a little stretch of woodland and the garage is right bang in the middle of it."
I thanked him genuinly. He seemed to exude kindness from every pore, and his crinkled eyes informed me that he smiled a lot. "Nice guy..." I muttered to myself, dodging the gardening tools. David's dad had been dressed in muddy overall's when he'd answered to the door, so I took them to be his.
Feeling awefully chipper, I practically skipped round the corner and made my way towards the garage, which was almost hidden from view by a weeping willow tree, as I liked to call them. I whistled. I actually fucking whistled a merry tune as I bounded along, and I chided myself. I probably looked like a escaped mental patient.
I wasn't that crazy yet, so I tried my best to finish the path while walking like a normal person. I stopped just before I reached the doorway and checked myself over one last time. Jeans... Yep, still ironed.
Hair? Yep, still straight.
I cleared my throat and peeked around the garage door to make sure I wasn't disturbing something important. I immediatly pulled my head back and leaned against the corregated iron wall. My lunch was trying to force it's way back up my throat but I held it down and clamped my eyes shut.
I must have imagined it. My eyes were totally playing tricks on me. So, being the lover of denial that I am, I stuck my head around the door again to make sure.
Libby Stranton was being pressed into the bonnet of a beaten up car, by none other than the boy I'd come to see. They didn't see me, so I kept quiet, unable to release any emotion other than shock.
Libby and I had always been polite to each other, near to friends but never quite reaching that comfortable stage. I just couldn't believe what she was doing to me.
David pulled away, breathless from kissing her and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Eww. Completely eww. Utterly eww. Just- Just.... eww. Libby purred at him, running her hands through the same hair I'd imagined mine in.
"I heard you were dating someone you know... Chloe, right?" she pulled his head back by his hair and moved his lips away from her neck. My attention was suddenly caught. This should be good. Maybe she would slap him and walk out, and I'd buy her a drink if she broke his nose.
I should have known better.
"I went out with her for a bet. Mike Newton, remember that guy I 'protected' her from?" he snorted, using air qoutes when he said protected. "He bet me fifty that I wouldn't date someone like her, so I did and won fifty big ones from him. I'll buy you something pretty later with the money..." he went back to kissing her throat, but Libby pulled back again.
"Only fifty for dating her? He should have given you at least a hundred..." she giggled in a sort of airheaded way and David laughed.
"Totally."
I pushed myself away from the garage wall and bit the inside of my cheek, a habit I used to have as a child. Whenever my heart was broken, like just after my brother died, I would bite my cheek to stop myself from crying.
This time, I bit down so damn hard my mouth filled with blood.
BPOV
"I'm going to fucking kick his head in...." Edward growled, his constant pacing never ceasing, and I put my hand on his arm to slow him down. He looked at me with hurt in his eyes, and I knew how he felt.
"That wouldn't really help sweetie..." I squeezed his hand and let him resume his pacing.
"I can't just do nothing Bella. Look what he did to her," he looked through the kitchen window at the silent ball that was our once boisterous best friend. She hadn't moved since she's come through the door, speaking only to tell us what had happened. "Shes done so much for me, and I don't want to just sit back while some idiotic specimen of a man laughs at her! I will not stand for it!"
I'd never seen Edward so angry, and his voice had never raised above a speaking level, so his outburst suprised and impressed me.
Impressed me as in, wow, I'm tingling all over, that was so damn hot. But I pushed my hormones aside to deal with the more important matter at hand. Instead I took Edward's hand once more, marvelling at the coolness of his white skin. I looked up at his anguised face and sighed.
"We can't do anything unless she asks us to," he nodded in understanding, but I could tell he would still rather go around to David's house and beat him to death with a brick. Come to think of it, so would I, but right now my best friend needed me, and mindless violence wouldn't solve much.
"All we can do is be there for her..." I squeezed his hand and felt him squeeze back, before we slowly went into the living room. I sat on the cold leather of her right, and Edward on her left. Chloe didn't move, her eyes not looking at either one of us. But in an unspoken moment of understanding, we pulled her into a group hug.
I can't remember how long we stayed like that, my arms around Chloe and Edward's arms around both of us, but Chloe finally let out a strange noise. Edward's eyes met mine and I saw the same confusion in him that I felt. We both looked at Chloe who was silently giggling her head off.
"What is it sweetie?" I asked softly, and she finally breathed a light sigh and grinned at us. Beamed at brilliant smile right at us.
"I love you guys..." she pulled us into another hug, not letting up until my lungs burned for air and she released me.
"I get the fact that you love us, but whats with the giggling?" Edward looked at her as if she'd finally lost the bap. Her laughing resumed and seeing her double over, I felt the overwhelming urge to join her. So I did. My giggles started out small and for every laugh we produced, the other laughed harder.
Through the tears in my eyes I could see Edward contemplating. He didn't know whether to join in, or to commit us to the asylum. Chloe finally managed to stop, and we looked at each other, and then at Edward.
"Things were getting far to serious Eddie. We needed a laugh!" she nudged him, making him break into a smile. That didn't stop him from hugging her to him though and she wrapped her arms around him, hugging back.
"Will you be okay Chloe?" I pushed myself up from the floor, having landed there when the pain in my sides became too much to bear. Chloe sighed, pulling back from my boyfriends embrace.
"I don't even know why I'm so angry. It's not like we were boyfriend and girlfriend anyway. I just feel the need for revenge, you know? On David and Mike...." she looked thoughtful for a minute.
"You're not going to kill them are you? I can only think of so many places to hide bodies around here, and none of them are looking good at the moment..." Edward raised and eyebrow at Chloe's sadistic looking smirk.
She could be evil when she wanted to be.
A/N: Poor Chloe, getting cheated on by her not-boyfriend. Worry not though, as I have something else planned for her entirely. Next chapter will probably contain Edward/Bella ^^ Who knows where it might lead?
For all those of you wondering what the fuck "Lost the bap" means, it just means gone crazy. I'm Irish so I'll come out with things like this. Tell me if it made you giggle XD
The chapter afterwards will probably contain Chloe's REVENGE!!! It does sound like something she would do....
Reviewers get stuff and a big ass wrench to beat David's sorry ass with. Hell yeah.
To finish with a JOKE! What does a spider do when hes angry?
He goes up the wall XD
