Story – Luck Has Nothing To Do With It

Pairing – Edward/Rosalie

Chapter – That's As Good As Their Going To Feel

Disclaimer – I don't own Twilight, obviously, because let's face it, if I did I wouldn't be on fan fiction I'd be constantly calling Rob, Kellan, Jackson and Peter.

Yeah I'm that creepy.

A.N – Hey guys, I'm so so so so so sorry about taking so long to update, school has become very busy and just annoying. But I really hope this chapter makes up for it. The beginning is a little slow but trust me, the ending will give you goosebumps!

Anyway… Enjoy!


"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day."

Frank Sinatra


RPOV


There is nothing that Alice, Bella and I enjoy more than getting ready for a party. Well, apart from shopping, but then again, shopping for the outfits we are going to wear to that party also tops that. But over all, we really like parties. I've never really known why. I guess, for me, it's the fact that I can escape real life for a few minutes and concentrate solely on having fun, on letting go and not having to worry about homework, or extra tests, or after school meetings, or doing extra to get my grades to the highest they can be. For those few hours I can be myself, I can drink all I want, dance all I want and just simply have fun.

For Bella? It's the fact that a party leads to only one thing. Something she apparently really enjoys with drunken Emmett. Although to be honest we all enjoy drunken Emmett, the ridiculous laughing, the loud clashes of glasses as he trys to out drink Jasper, (and fails) and his less than perfect dancing. He's a sight for sore eyes in the morning, but I have a feeling it's worth it.

Jasper and Alice had a different idea of how to party. It seemed that no matter how much they drank, nothing made them drunk. How someone as small as Alice could fit all that alcohol into her body and not feel like blacking out the world the morning after made me wonder if she really was a human miracle. Jasper however was impressive. It was a tradition of ours that at every party, Jasper was not allowed to deny any competition to claim his drinking title; my brother could drink everything and anyone into oblivion and then wake up at six the next morning for his daily jog. He really was a freak of nature.

Me? Well, I never really drank, well not as much as them I was after all usually the designated driver. Against my will. It didn't mean that I didn't drink, no I drank but after my first cup of beer, Jasper would have already told everyone at the party that if someone saw me with a cup in my hand, they were to immediately remove it, or something really bad would happen to them. And Jasper mad? Well it wasn't pretty. So after completely ruining any party spirit I had once possessed I would be in charge of helping the still completely sober Alice and Jasper attempt to get a passed out Bella and a raging Emmett into the car before taking them home.

It was tradition mostly because it happened every time we went to a party.

"What do you think Rosie?"

In all the years that I had known the pixie she had called me by my name once, the first time she met me, when she told me that as pretty as Rosalie was she felt that Rosie suited me better. It was on the same day that she told Jasper that Jazzy was a cute nickname. Yeah, I didn't believe her.

I looked up at Alice. She was wearing a small sequined black party dress, reaching just above her knees, with heels even I would have been proud to be able to balance on. The tips of her hair had been curled slightly and her smoky eye make up gave her face even more of a pixie look.

"Great Alice, could you tell Bella to hurry up, I've been sat here for an hour already and this dress was not made for sitting"

I had put on my blood red mini dress, one of my favourites. I was naturally taller than most girls my age but it never stopped me wearing heels. The ones I had on this evening were red, to match the dress, and the gladiator style straps ran up half way to my knee. I have straightened my hair and it rested just under my shoulder blades. My make up was kept subtle with just a dash of red on my lips. I looked good, and I knew it.

"Rosie stop whining, you know it takes Bella a lot longer than us, she does some freaky voodoo magic, the girl goes from geek chic to Hollywood superstar in the space of an hour. You naturally looked like a Hollywood superstar so you have to do less than Bella and I"

I rolled my eyes at her words. She did have a point though, but it wasn't like I had asked to be slightly better good looking than others, I was blessed with a strangely good gene pool.

"Alright, alright, stop your whining Rose, I'm done!"

Bella stepped out of her bedroom, where she had been getting dressed and smiled. The navy blue dress she had on looked gorgeous and her bright red lips looked absolutely breathtaking on her pale skin. She had on smaller blue heels, she wasn't the best person when it came to balance and a small diamond necklace glittered on her collar bone. Not exactly perfect party going jewellery but it did look good on her. In fact we all looked good.

I smiled and got up from the sofa and walked to grab my small purse that rested on the counter.

"Great, as always you look great Bells, now can we go, it's already half past eight and we were supposed to meet the guys at Jess's half and hour ago"

"Nope. I texted the guys twenty minutes ago telling them we were running a little late" Alice smiled from her place near the door and I rolled my eyes once again.

"Did you tell them why?" I said sarcastically looking teasingly towards Bella who stuck her tongue out in return.

"Don't blame me, not everyone was as lucky as some blonde people who have come from the perfect looking family. Some of us take time to look good"

"Hey, take that up with you parents, not me, they made you"

I rolled my eyes, yet again and opened the door, motioning for them to quickly move out.

"Take your time" I said teasingly, waiting for them to step out so I could close Bella's door and lock it, I was in charge of keys tonight. They both moved slowly towards the door, and when they reached me my little push seemed to get them moving again. I huffed and after closing the door, locked it before turning round and walking to the car parked downstairs.


Jessica Stanley was famous for two things; having slept with the entire student body, and throwing great parties. Great parties with endless supplies of alcohol. No body knew how she did it but every time we had arrived at any of her parties at eight and then left at four, not once was there any shortage of alcohol, and there was an average of two thousand people at her parties.

It was the same when we arrived at the party. Well it was the same when we arrived outside of the party, we couldn't actually get in until Alice had called the guys and asked them to make some room for us so we could get through the door.

The music blared from her sound system as people around us danced. Well, more like dry humped around us, but who was I to judge?

I spotted Emmett and Edward almost immediately, Emmett's form taking up the space of three people, and Edward's copper hair seemed to glow in the bad lighting of the party. My body moved on its own accord towards him and before long I found myself standing front of Edward and grabbing the cup of beer he had in his hand. He looked over at me as he felt the cup leave his hand and smirked.

"Enjoying my beer Rose?"

"I guess it's alright" I teased, before taking another sip of it.

"Well, I'll just go get myself another one then?" he asked mimicking my tone.

"Probably, and while your at it can you grab one for me two, the one in my hand is almost finishing"

"Rosalie" Came Jasper's warning voice from behind me, "You know that you're only allowed one"

I slapped my forehead playfully, "Oh! Of course! How could I forget? My Big Brother doesn't want me drinking, but he can drink all he wants right?"

"Exactly sis, so glad you're catching on"

I rolled my eyes and turned back to Edward, placing my hand on his sculpted arm.

"And don't even bother asking Edward, he won't go after some beer for you" He spoke up and then turned to look back at Alice, who was currently pulling on his arms while whining for them to go dance.

I rolled my eyes but stayed put. Edward let out a small chuckle and threw his arm over my shoulders,

"Cheer up babe, it's not like he's telling you, you can't drink, just enjoy the half full cup in your hand"

"It's half empty"

"Always looking at the bad side of things" He teased. I rolled my eyes and elbowed him playfully in the gut before moving out of his hold.

He pouted and moved with me to keep hold of me as I danced around attempting to get away from him. It wasn't long after that the party was starting to end. Emmett's loud voice could be heard al the way from the other side and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his irresponsible drinking, but I guess boys will boys.

I had sat down on one of Jess's large sofas that had been moved out to her garden, near her pool, to make more room for the sex with clothes on happening inside. With a cup of coke in my hand I had been sulking for the past hour while Edward moved from me to Emmett, attempting to calm him down enough to get him inside a car.

I smiled as I felt two hands land on my shoulders, Edward's way of saying hello to me every time he left Emmett. His hands began to mould themselves into my shoulders, his heavy and strong hands rubbing out all the knots, the party had given me.

His hands hit a sensitive spot and I could help the slight moan that escaped my lips,

"You seem to enjoy doing this a lot" I teased him, but all I got in response was a slightly added pressure onto my shoulders.

"Oh? You're not going to reply now? What happened, did Emmett finally get you riled up enough to make you cranky?" I asked teasingly in what I could have only described as my cutest baby voice.

I felt his head bow down close to my ear, his hot breath sending slight shivers down my spine.

"Actually Rosie, I'm wondering why exactly you chose the new boy over me"

I was up and out of the sofa just as fast as Royce had moved around to grab my wrists. My heart began to pound and my breathing quickened as I dropped my cup on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed out.

Royce chuckled and tightened his hold on my wrists at my meagre attempt at getting free.

"Well, Rosie, I got the most interesting of calls last this morning. Seems the Hale Princess has gotten herself into a spot of trouble with the parents huh?"

I grimaced and pulled my arms back in protest, attempting to release myself from his painful hold. This wasn't happening again was it? Did he not enjoy Edward's first beating?

"Royce let me go" my voice was laced with the pure hatred I felt for him, my arms aching from the constant jarring movement of attempting to make him let go.

"I don't think so, I want a word with you" he ground out, and if it was possible, his hold tightened even more on my wrists as he dragged me through the house and the noise.

"Royce, if you don't let me go right now, I'll fucking scream so loud your bloody ears just might pop!"

His only response was a rougher tug as we ascended up the stairs. I began to panic and I began to pull back more trying to get him to let me go.

"Royce! Get your fucking hands off me!"

It was pretty useless; over the loud music and chatter of everyone in the house it was impossible to hear my screams. But it didn't stop me, I threatened, punched, hell I even kicked him, but his hold on my arms remained tight and agonizing. I felt my eyes begin to burn as we reached a white door and Royce pushed it open.

With a violent press Royce pushed me into the dark room, landing straight on the large bed that was placed in the centre of it. I acted instantly, jumping straight off the bed and towards the door, but Royce had already closed it and only stood there smirking.

"Royce, what the fuck are you doing?" I screamed as I attempted to hit him, to do anything for him to let me go. I watched in fright as Royce moved to the side un blocking my exit. I frowned but took it, I had realised why, Royce had locked the door. My hands wiggled the door knob desperately as a small but still very noticeable sob escaped my throat.

"What the hell do you want?" I screamed still banging on the door, my desperation becoming more and more obvious to the monster standing in the room. My banging continued but I had a feeling no one would hear. I looked back to the sound of his jacket hitting the floor. Royce stood there slowly unbuttoning his shirt and I couldn't help the worry that rose in me as I watched his actions still beating franticly on the door.

"Where are the keys Royce?" I hissed out, my brain still wasn't sure which emotion was stronger, anger or fear.

He chuckled again and began to walked towards me, his laugh seemed to bounce off the walls, and his huge figure cornered me until I felt like I couldn't breathe. And as he approached, I felt a tear roll down my cheek, soon to be closely followed by many more as my frenzied banging continued.


EPOV


Jessica Stanley's party had been treacherous to say the least. We had arrived before the girls and that had not been easy, now I'm not the type of guy who will simply be rude to a girl for no reason, but for some reason, the girl had zoned in on me and it didn't matter where I was or with who, she would throw herself at me, apologizing for being so clumsy. Yeah well I wished she would go be clumsy near the pool, that'll cool her down.

I had been wanting to talk to Rosalie all day about her parents, she had acted strange after returning, not bringing them up even when we attempted to get her to talk. It was always the same, she would act like she hadn't heard the comment, or the question and move onto something else, she'd make small talk about classes or parties.

I needed to talk to her though, I felt like she was slowly pulling away. Sure the physical touching hadn't been damaged, she still hugged me, placed kisses on my lips. She still sat on my lap whenever she came into my dorm to find me sat on the sofa studding, it was apparently the best type of distraction according to her, and I wasn't complaining. But we weren't really talking any more. We'd laugh, joke, even tease each other but the real talks, like the ones we had before, well they just weren't happening. It had only been a couple of hours but I could feel Rosalie closing away and keeping all her emotions inside. And I was sure that there would be a point where she would blow.

After managing to get Emmett into the back of the car, along with an unconscious Bella, with the help of Jasper, I had gone back to the party to find Rosalie. We had been meeting at the same place the whole way through the party, attempting to keep her at least a little happy with no alcohol in her system and trying to get a loud, unbalanced Emmett into the back of a car.

"Go get her, I'll grab Alice and we'll go!" Jasper shouted to me over the ear- splitting music, I nodded in confirmation and we both moved towards the party. Reaching the sofa I saw that Rosalie wasn't sat there anymore, instead Jessica Stanley was sat with her legs crossed in the tiny black miniskirt she had been wearing all evening.

"Hey Eddie" she purred, I had to keep from rolling my eyes at her.

"Jess, not now" I pushed her roaming hands off me and looked around trying to zone in on a head of long blonde hair.

She pouted her ridiculously botox enhanced lips and placed her hands on my chest again, "What's wrong Eddie, you seem worried, maybe we could go upstairs and release some of that tension?"

I pushed her hands off me again, "It's Edward, Jessica and have you seen Rosalie?"

She raised one of her sharp dark eyebrows and shrugged, crossing her arms in front of her.

"So what if I have?"

I rolled my eyes; my patience was beginning to wear thin.

"Where is she Jessica?"

"What do I get if I tell you?" She asked me, her hands moving again to roam over my chest.

"Jessica" My voice came out sharp and dark.

"Fine," She huffed, "She went upstairs like, five minutes ago with Royce. Seemed like she was enjoying herself too"

My heart stopped for a moment before panic began to rise up my body. I turned to run to the stairs, but Jasper had blocked my way, holding onto a rather hysterical Alice.

"Edward, where's Rosalie?"

"I don't know, but Jessica said she's upstairs… with Royce"

Jasper's face darkened almost immediately.

"See! Jasper you have to go help her, I was telling you I had a terrible feeling! Go!"

We both turned, after throwing the keys to the car to Alice and began our ascend up the stairs. The panic had begun to become evident in both our faces. Royce had Rosalie alone. He easily outweighed her by at least eighty pounds, if h wanted to do something to her. Well there would be nothing she could do…


*hides* Please don't kill me, I know it's the worst place to end it in, but if I gave everything away in one chapter… well that wouldn't be fun at all would it? :) I really hope you enjoyed it!

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