Don't hurt me! :( It's just a transition/filler chapter so I'm sorry that there will be little action. It's just Bella's take on what Edward remembers. There seems to be a lack of interest in my story so I don't know if I will continue. For now I will, but my focus is on my TMI fanfics because the reviews and interest seem to be there. Chapters might be slow, but the will come. If I get tons of interest in this story, they will come faster. Anways...ENJOY :D
The pulsing lights of the club blinded Bella as she stumbled between the gyrating bodies, just looking for a place to sit down. Her feet were throbbing in agonizing pain, and she kicked off the tiny red heels that Alice had shoved onto her feet. She tugged at the short hemline of the black sequined dress the pixie-like girl had tossed at her. Bella adored Alice, brightened by the short girl's chipper mood and uncanny ability to get Edward to follow orders, but she was bossy with a capitol b. She gripped the cup in her hand, recalling Alice pushing it in her face and ordering her to drink.
Despite Emmett's claims and hopes, Bella was no nun. She loved parties. She loved dancing, and she obviously loved men. Her eyes trailed the auburn-haired beauty that was playing beer pong in the corner with a couple of his buddies. Did he remember that night? The full night? She curled a few fingers into her straight hair and bit her lip, remembering what had transpired. He was smashed, so she couldn't see how he would know what had happened. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at him, wallowing in the feel of his fingers on her skin, his face inches from hers.
The club was packed, and she was loving every minute of it. Her friends and she were giving each other dares, laughing at what some were having to do. "Jessica, you have to do the Jenna Marbles face to the next boy that asks you to dance," Bella dared, giggling. Jessica's painted lips pulled up in a grin, revealing her perfectly sparkling teeth. Bella lifted her cup to her lips, forgetting what drink she'd asked the bartender to pour. It was bitter and burned on the way down her throat, but the buzz was addicting.
The girls sashayed to the beat, swinging their hips suggestively, taunting every boy in the place. Finally, there was one brave enough to approach them. It was obvious that he was plastered, with a goofy grin on his face and dilated blue eyes. "Wanna dance, pretty lady?" he slurred, looking directly at Bella. Flattered but somewhat put off by the amount of alcohol spilled on his shirt, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and shyly shook her head, directing him toward Jessica. "Mike." He stuck his arm out to grab his waist, but was soon caught off guard by the unattractive face she was giving him, his eyes widening before turning to go without another word.
The girls fell into a fit of giggles, doubling over and holding their stomachs in an attempt to stop. This is why she loved her best friends. Jessica, Angela, and Lauren had been there for her through everything. When her mom left her dad, they were at her doorstep with tubs of Blue Moon ice cream and boxes of tissues. When her first boyfriend cheated on her, they were there to spread nasty rumors about him throughout the school. These four girls were joined at the hip, inseparable, and Bella preferred it that way.
"Bella, I dare you to…" Jessica thought for a moment, stopping to bat her thick eyelashes at a boy grinding next to her. That was Jessica, always putting up a show for the men. "Ooh! I dare you to hook up with someone that doesn't have dark hair." There was a triumphant grin on her face, and Bella groaned. It was well known that Bella avoided every boy that had light hair, ever since one incident during sophomore year that had her fearing a certain hair color.
"Jess, you know that I—"
"Time to face your fears, honey. Be adventurous!" Lauren crooned over the cup of her drink, avidly gulping the rest of its contents. She was smashed too, her arms laced around the neck of a dark-skinned boy as she pushed her hips against his pelvis. Bella rolled her chocolaty eyes, scrubbing her hands down her face. Annoyed that she was still sober for this, she allowed her eyes to dance over the faces in the room, hoping that there was at least one hot guy with blondish hair.
There was an okay one near the deejay equipment, another leaning against the archway that lead outside, and another one at the bar. She settled for the blond boy at the bar, liking the dark color of his eyebrows, hoping that it was a sign his hair was dyed. Downing her drink for an excuse, she sauntered up to the bar, resting her elbow on the dirtied counter and shooting her order at the man behind it. She chomped down on her lower lip, wondering how to spark a conversation. She looked to her friends for support, but they were engrossed in their own pursuits. "Hi, I'm Bella," she said quietly to him, hoping that was enough.
Then the man walked away. He just walked away from her without saying a word. Maybe he just didn't hear her over the roar of the music. Bella reconsidered when she watched him latch arms with another blond-haired boy. "Whatever," she mumbled, using her finger to slowly stir the top of the drink that had been slammed in front of her. She turned, startled by a boy standing a foot in front of her, looking up at her with bright green eyes through thick, tawny hair.
"Hi, I'm Ed—" the boy said, his voice wavering and unsure. That's when Emmett decided to interrupt and pull her onto the dance floor to show everyone their dance for 1985.
Debbie just hit the wall.
She never had it.
One Prozac a day.
Husbands a CPA.
Her eyes followed the boy around the bar, as he tossed back drink after drink after drink, until he was stumbling around as drunkenly as the boy that had asked her to dance earlier. The song seemed to last forever, and for some reason, Bella just wanted to be back under the observant gaze of those deep green eyes. She wanted to feel his body wrapped around hers, to be held by those strong arms. When the song finally did end, she surveyed the room for the boy with auburn hair, not dark yet not light, suitable for the dare and not enough to bring back the memories of that dance.
She finally found him sitting on the floor, his back propped up against the wall and his head thrown back, popping the top of another beer. A smile grew on her face as she stepped up to him, using the heel of her shoe to kick away the unopened bottle. He stared at his empty hand for a moment, confused in his intoxicated stupor. When his eyes met hers, a sloppy smile covered his face. Bella bit her lip before pulling him to a standing position and offering to share a cab for the ride home. He agreed immediately and paid the entire fee, though needless to say they only made one stop.
Bella helped him falter up the stairs, pushing him down onto her bed before crawling in next to him. He took her face gently in his hands, so sure for someone that had nearly faceplanted with every step he took. "Bella." The brown-haired girl said before crashing her lips against his, high from the electric shocks that sparked between their close bodies. She heard him murmur the name Edward into her mouth, but her mind was mush with the feel of his muscles pressed up against every inch of her. They didn't go all the way, but Bella was still heartbroken when the next morning, she woke up alone.
That's why she didn't say anything when he'd kissed her last night. She didn't want to get hurt again, didn't want to feel that pain. Yet, he didn't seem like the same person he'd been back then. He was even playing beer pong with a water, his buddies understanding that he couldn't drink with his painkillers if he ever wanted to get better. He wasn't using the superstar football player or injury card on any of the scantily dressed women in the joint. She felt like she needed him, like she needed to give it another go. Her mind surely wouldn't let him go if she never did, and neither would her heart that had once ached over him.
She wandered over to him, fisting her fingers into the edges of her dress. "Hey," he greeted without looking up, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Hey," she squeaked out quietly, her eyes following the pingpong ball as it splashed into a cup of yellow liquid. She blinked back her fears, looking up and finding his heavy gaze on her. Maybe she should play drunk and just giddily press her lips to his, but she didn't want it to be like that. She wanted him to know that she wanted it, that she would remember it. Carefully, she balanced her cup on the edge of the table, taking another step closer to him and hooking her fingers through the belt loops of his jeans. His eyes were hooded, but his breath hitched, giving Bella the confidence to tug him toward her and stretch up on her tiptoes, her lust and need crashing into the gentlest touch that soon turned into a passionate kiss. Her mouth yielded to his, and when his tongue begged for entrance, she obliged immediately. When she finally pulled back, she looked up into his eyes, finding that they sparkled with joy. A look that could only be found on a face as perfect as his. He was just Edward. And she was just Bella, the brown-eyed girl that wanted the green-eyed angel.
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