Hello again, and Happy New Year! Sorry this update is a little later than usual getting to you, but the holidays kicked my ass! I hope everyone's was wonderful!
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And heads up….if you haven't seen the movie Empire Records, you might not get a couple of the references later in the chapter. Check out the youtube links for Sugar High: www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=qUJkM9jAzkk and Say No More, Mon Amore (this is the "video", I couldn't find the scene from the movie): www(dot)youtube(dot)com/watch?v=szvt8iWJ0oo
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Chapter 8 – Coming Clean
BPOV
I was never so glad to have a day off. I'd been working my ass off lately, partly because Irina was going to give me four days off in August to visit home for Bree's birthday and partly because I really had nothing else to do with my time. Even though I loved my job, having a lazy day was amazing.
After my phone call with Rose, I got up and made my way into the kitchen. Starting the coffee, I sat at the counter eating a bowl of Lucky Charms and checking my email on my laptop. I was surprised to see an email from Angela; she and I had only talked once since graduation. The content of her message was slightly disturbing; she hadn't left for college yet and had run into Bree frequently. She said Bree looked like hell and reeked of pot the last time she saw her. Not what I wanted to hear. It also seemed Bree was beginning to gain a bad reputation because of Riley and his idiot friends. Angela warned me that maybe I should intervene, but I wasn't so sure. I had promised Bree I'd give her space, but maybe asking Renee or Emmett if they noticed any changes wouldn't be a bad idea.
I replied to Angela and grabbed a cup of coffee. I picked up my guitar and cigarettes from my room and headed to the balcony.
It was a warm, sunny southern California afternoon, and I was going to spend it outside.
Maybe I'll go to the beach later?
After hearing Blind Melon's Change when I was fourteen, I had begged Renee and Phil to buy me a guitar and lessons to play it. Luckily, they had agreed, and my guitar had been my trusted friend ever since. I wasn't an amazing player, and I only played for family or my few very close friends, but I loved it nonetheless. I could pour my heart and soul into a song and had even written a few of my own.
I had been working on a song for Bree for the last couple of weeks, and I wanted to play it for her as part of her birthday present. It wasn't to a point that I was willing to play it for Rose, but I had played it for Quil, and he really liked it.
Quil. Just thinking of him made my blood boil. That asshole really hurt me. He lied to me and used me, never seeming to care about how I felt the whole time. He said he cared for me, but in reality, I think he just cared about getting laid.
My thoughts drifted from Quil to Anthony. The last few days with him had been wonderful, and I was now wishing I'd gotten his number – or email address, or home address – anything, to be able to contact him again. The way he looked at me made me feel beautiful, desired. The feel of his lips on mine felt like home. Just being in his presence made me feel light and airy. I fucking missed him, and I had only known him a week. Six days. Whatever.
I went to light another cigarette, only to find they were gone.
Funny, I thought I had a half a pack left?
I picked up my phone and saw that it was almost two o'clock. I hadn't realized I had been sitting outside for so long. Standing up and stretching, I decided that I would grab a book and my iPod and head for the pool downstairs instead of the beach.
I changed, grabbed my stuff, and locked the door behind me. When I got down to the courtyard that held our giant pool, I noticed how empty the area was.
Hmm, guess everyone around here is at work today.
I sat down on the lounge chair and thought about how perfect today had been. The only thing that would make today more perfect would be to have a certain sexy, green-eyed man to lie on the chair next to me.
RPOV
Before I called Bella, I sent a text with her mystery man's picture to Alice. I was sure she'd get a kick out of seeing the sexpot Bells had been hanging out with all week; that was, if Bella hadn't sent it to Ali herself. So I wasn't surprised when Alice called me about an hour later.
"Well, hello, beautiful, where've you been all my life?" I asked Alice with a laugh, instead of greeting her properly. Normally she laughed too, but this time she just sighed.
"Hey, Rose, are you still in New York?" she asked, sounding stressed.
"Yeah. Why?" I replied, confused as to why she sounded so uptight.
"You're never going to believe this," she started, "but that picture you sent…"
"Yeah…" I trailed off, as a queasy feeling settled into my stomach. I really didn't like Alice's tone. She sounded far too serious, and Alice was almost never serious.
"His name isn't Anthony," she told me, anger seeping into her voice.
"Well, then, who the hell is he?" I inquired, anger and fear rising inside me. Who was this guy, how did Alice know him, and why did he lie to Bella?
"He's my brother, Edward," she said through obviously clenched teeth.
"What?" I practically screamed into the phone. "But how…"
"He called me last week, asking a million questions about Bella. Turned out, he'd been staying in our house in Forks, Washington, since he left home. He hadn't contacted me in a few days, so I didn't know what was going on. Apparently, he went down to Santa Monica to see her for himself," she interrupted in a huff.
"So your brother was in Washington, and, after asking random questions about Bella, decided to go meet her, lie to her, then leave?" I asked, completely dumbfounded.
"Well, the questions weren't exactly random," she said sheepishly. "I may have been taking pictures of Bella and texting them to him."
"Why?" I asked in disbelief.
"Because I thought those two would be good together," she said, sighing. "I never thought the idiot would go down there and spew lies."
"Have you talked to him? Ya know, asked him why?" I asked her, anger raging in my body so hard, my hands were shaking.
Poor Bella had dealt with enough lying bastards recently; she didn't need to add another one to the list!
"I was going to, but he decided to turn around to go see her himself. Apparently, he was driving his car back from Forks, and he was about two hours or so away from Santa Monica when I called him. Believe me, I'll get answers from him later," she told me in a very uncharacteristic, icy tone.
Remind me never to piss her off!
"Have you said anything to her about this?" I asked.
"No, not yet. I told Edward he had until tomorrow to fess up, or I'd call Bella myself," she replied.
"Okay, so he's going back there to come clean, and she's alone? I hope, for his sake, he's wearing a cup," I laughed, remembering her assault on Jasper.
"I hope she fucking socks him one, myself," Alice added, also laughing.
I'm sure she's remembering Bad Ass Bella, too!
"Well, hey, I'm going to call Bella to see what she's doing. I might call the doorman, too, and tell him that Edward's good to visit. That would be a mess if he had to call Bella down," I told her.
"Okay. If she doesn't call me, will you ask her to?" Alice asked. "I don't want her to think I had any part of his crap."
"No problem. Talk to you later," I said, hanging up.
I dialed Bella's cell but didn't get an answer, so I called Laurent, our doorman and asked him to let in a man named Anthony or Edward as a surprise for her.
I hung up my phone and anxiously waited to hear from Bella.
I hope she'll be okay!
EPOV
My hands were shaking and my palms were sweating as I pulled up to Bella's building. It was rather ostentatious, and I couldn't believe she lived here. Bella seemed to appreciate simplicity.
I parked in a spot marked for visitors and entered the building. Upon entering, I stopped to take in the lobby. The tile work was stunning.
"Excuse me, may I help you?" I heard a man with a slight French accent ask me.
"Uh, yes, I'm here to see Bella Swan, please," I answered, crossing the lobby to his desk.
"Name, please," he requested.
"Umm, Anthony," I told him.
"Ah yes, Ms. Hale said you would be here to surprise Ms. Swan," he said.
How did Rosalie know I was coming? Alice! Shit! I hope they didn't say anything to Bella yet!
I just nodded to him and tried to grin, though I'm sure it came out looking like a grimace.
The doorman picked up a phone and dialed a number. After a few moments he hung up and, turning to me, said, "I believe Ms. Swan is still out by the pool. She isn't answering in the apartment. The way through the pool is right through those doors. If she isn't there, please come let me know."
"I will, thank you," I said, slowly walking to the doorway he had pointed out.
Pushing open the doors, I was greeted by a beautiful courtyard with a few small trees planted here and there and a large pool in the center. Off to the left side, I saw a woman lying in a lounge chair. I took a couple of steps in her direction and realized it was none other than Bella.
She looked stunning! She had on a light blue bikini; her tanned, toned legs were stretched out in front of her. Her large sunglasses hid her eyes from me, but from the long, deep breaths, I assumed she was napping. I noticed she had ear buds in and didn't want to startle her if she didn't hear me, so I moved a chair next to her loudly to get her attention. It worked; she opened her eyes and looked around. It took her a moment, but her beautiful brown eyes finally locked on mine.
"Anthony!" she gasped, taking her ear buds out and smiling at me. "What are you doing here? I thought you were leaving today?"
"I was, but I decided I needed to come back and talk to you," I told her, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans.
"Oh?" Bella asked curiously.
"I don't suppose there is somewhere more private we can talk, is there? I promise I'm not here to take advantage of you or anything," I told her in a rush.
She seemed to debate it a moment, then she offered to show me up to her apartment.
"Laurent, Anthony and I will be going upstairs. Please let me know if I have any other visitors," she said to the doorman, while leading me to the elevator. I assumed she wanted him to know I was up there if anything should happen to her. It made sense; she didn't know who I really was.
"Yes, Ms. Swan," he replied.
Bella pressed the button for the elevator and we waited in uncomfortable silence until the car arrived. The ride up the elevator was just as tense. I had the feeling she wasn't comfortable taking me to her home while she was alone.
We rode up to the third floor and Bella unlocked a door at the end of the hall.
"Welcome to Chez Swan," she said, opening the door. "Actually, the apartment belongs to my roommate Rosalie. Anyway, do you want anything to drink?"
"Um, water's fine, thanks," I told her, sitting down on the couch.
I took a moment to look around. It was a really nice apartment that was artfully decorated; I bet Alice loved it. It also had an amazing view.
"So, what did you need to talk about?" Bella asked and lit a cigarette. She opened the balcony doors and stood outside.
"You smoke?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah," she answered, blushing slightly.
Goddamn, I love that blush! Focus!
"So, um…I don't know where to start. What I have to say isn't easy, and I'm not sure that you'll even want to talk to me again after I tell you," I started.
"Oh, God, you're not married, are you?" she asked, looking like she was about to puke.
"No! No, not married," I quickly assured her.
She let out a breath. "Okay, good. So what's so horrible that you're afraid to talk about it?"
"Well…you see…um…fuck! I practiced this a dozen times on the drive over, but now I can't think of what to say," I rambled, rubbing my sweaty palms on my jeans, yet again.
"Just spit it out," she demanded, sounding annoyed.
This wasn't good.
"Okay. Well…Bella…you know Alice?" I asked.
She nodded with an apprehensive look on her face.
"Well…she's…she's my sister," I told her, then cringed, waiting on the assault I was sure was about to come.
Bella looked rather confused for a moment and took a drag of her cigarette, contemplating what I'd just said.
"Alice said she only had one brother," she stated, rather than asked.
"Yes, she does," I affirmed.
"But she told me her brother's name was Edward."
"It is…"
"So…your name isn't Anthony?" she asked, anger starting to show on her face.
"Well, my middle name is Anthony," I said quietly.
"So you came here, hung out with me every fucking day for a week, and lied to me the whole Goddamned time?" she asked, her voice starting to rise.
"Yes and no. Please, Bella, let me explain before you kick me out, hit me, or start yelling," I said in a rush, trying like hell to avoid a Bella Beat Down.
"You have five fucking minutes," she stated flatly, lighting another cigarette.
"Okay," I started, hands shaking. I only had five minutes to get her to not hate me. Or Alice.
Alice!
"The first thing I want to say is that Alice had no part in this, so please don't be angry with her."
Bella quirked an eyebrow at me and motioned for me to go on.
"She texted me a few times while she was here and asked me to come meet you. She thought that you and I would get along well. I guess she was right," I said, letting out a small laugh.
"We did, until I found out you were a fucking liar," Bella spat.
I winced at her icy tone. I'd expected worse, but it still stung to hear the hurt and anger in her voice. "Fair enough. Anyway, I ignored her for quite a while. But then she sent me a picture of you the day you had your hair done, and Bella, it took my breath away. You were outside, and the sun was shining…you just looked stunning," I told her honestly.
"She was sneaking pictures of me to you behind my back?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, but only a couple," I said, trying to calm her down.
"So she's as bad as you are," she stated.
"No, please, Bella. Don't think that. Alice only had your, and my, best interests at heart. Please don't be angry with her," I pleaded.
"I'll deal with her later. Go on," she commanded.
"Well, I finally decided to call her and ask about you. She told me basic stuff, nothing personal or anything, and I decided to come see you. Actually, it was funny – I had lunch with your dad the day before I came down here," I told her with a chuckle.
"You ate with my dad? Why?" she asked.
"Dumb luck. I was in Forks, which Alice didn't know at the time, and he came into the diner that day and asked me to join him. He said you had told him that you knew Alice, and we talked about my family a bit. And about you," I said, looking at her face to judge her reaction.
She looked confused.
"I just don't understand why he just randomly asked you to join him."
"To be honest, I don't either. In all the times we've been to Forks, I haven't had much contact with the Chief. Except for the one speeding ticket he gave me," I told her, flashing my lopsided grin at her.
"He caught you speeding yet still ate with you? Impressive," she said with a smirk of her own.
"Yeah. Look, this whole thing is a mess, and it's all my fault. I came down here on a whim, and I wasn't sure what to expect. But I didn't want you to think I was a creepy stalker or that I was only here because of Alice, so I panicked. I'm so sorry. I was going to tell you that first night, but I caved. If I could take it all back, I would. I swear I would," I told her, hoping and praying she could tell how sincere I was being.
She sighed and slid down the wall, sitting on the floor.
"How is it that I always attract liars and assholes?" she asked through teary eyes. "Does something about me scream, 'please, take advantage of me'?"
"Oh, God, Bella. No, not at all," I told her earnestly, crossing the room and sitting down next to her.
I reached my hand out to touch hers, and she flinched back like I had burned her.
"Don't. You don't have a right to touch me," she said angrily, rising to her feet.
"I'm not going to kick your ass, but only because you're Alice's brother. But just know that when you walk out of this door, I never want to speak to you again. Ever. Is that understood?" Bella asked, her tone of voice leaving no room for argument.
I felt deflated. I had been prepared for something like this, but it still hurt like hell. I hurt her feelings and completely lost her trust. Even though I didn't know her well, I felt completely crushed.
I stood and started moving to the front door.
"My intention was never to hurt you. Why I didn't tell you from the beginning who I was will forever be a mystery to me. I hope that someday, you can forgive me, and we can be friends," I told her.
"Don't count on it," she said, turning her back to me. "Goodbye, Edward."
I hung my head in defeat and let myself out of her apartment.
As I shuffled my feet toward the elevator, I couldn't help but feel like I'd probably just ruined my only chance with Bella. I felt like shit. Alice was going to kill me.
BPOV
After Edward shut the door softly behind him, I dropped to the floor, sobbing. Luckily, I had held it together while he was here, but now that he was gone, I could let the emotions loose.
What the hell was he thinking? Why did he have to lie to me? I really liked him, but he's just like all the rest: a fucking liar!
I'm not sure how long I sat there sobbing, but when the tears finally stopped and my breathing returned to normal, I decided to call Alice.
I trudged into the kitchen and picked my phone up off the counter. Scrolling through the list of contacts, I found Alice's number and dialed.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ali, it's Bella," I greeted, sniffing.
"Oh my God, Bella, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't know until this morning!" she said, sounding like she was about to cry as well.
"Its okay, Ali, he told me that," I assured her.
"He's been there already?"
"Yeah, he just left a little bit ago."
"So…do you want to talk about it?"
"He said that you sent him pictures of me. Is that true?" I asked, grabbing a Diet Coke from the fridge and sitting on the balcony.
"Yes, it is. I didn't think you would mind, and I'm sorry if you're hurt or angry. I just wanted him to see how beautiful you are. I thought you two would be good together…"
"Well, I don't really appreciate you sending the pictures without me knowing, but I'm not angry. It's okay. I know your heart was in a good place," I assured her.
She let out a long sigh, like she was holding her breath. "Good, it wasn't intended to be malicious."
"I know."
"So did he even try to explain why he lied to you? Because he really didn't give me an answer…"
"He said he was scared that I would think he was a stalker or that he was only there because you had sent him. So he panicked and gave me his middle name." I told her, rolling my eyes.
"That's a lame fucking reason," she stated, sounding angry at her brother.
"I thought so, too," I agreed.
"So how much damage did you do him? Personally, I hope you at least broke his nose!"
I chuckled at Alice. How funny that she'd want me to kick her brother's ass!
"I didn't lay a finger on him," I told her. "Considering he's your brother, I thought I'd cut him some slack after attacking your boyfriend."
Alice laughed at that. "Yeah, but Edward deserved it!"
"He did, but oh well."
"I really am sorry about all this, Bella. If I knew he'd be such a douche, I would have never encouraged him to meet you. I never dreamed he'd pull a stunt like this."
"It's okay, Alice. I know none of this was really your fault. But he hurt my feelings and I don't trust him at all now, so please don't expect him and me to be friends, okay?"
"Completely understood."
"Look, I'm going to go now. I just wanted to let you know that he was here and left in one piece."
"Alright. But if you need anything, call me, okay?"
"I will," I assured her.
"Okay. Take care and I'll talk to you soon."
"Bye," I said, hanging up.
I slumped into my seat a little more, depressed and not wanting to spend the evening alone.
What can I do to occupy my night now? GIRLS' NIGHT!
I quickly grabbed my phone off the table and scrolled down to Leah's number.
"Hey, Bella! What's up?" Leah asked cheerily.
"I've had a shit day. Can you come by for a girls' night?" I asked, hoping like hell she'd say yes.
"Yeah, I can do that. I don't have any plans tonight," she confirmed.
I did an internal happy dance.
"Great! You bring the ice cream; I have the movies," I told her.
"Will do. So, you going to tell me what this is all about?" she asked.
"When you get here. It's a long story."
"Okay. See ya in a few!" Leah said, hanging up.
I ran into my room and threw on a tee shirt and sweat pants. I grabbed a few movies off my dresser and headed back out to the living room.
About a half hour later, a knock at the door signaled that Leah was here. I checked the peephole to make sure, then opened the door, motioning for her to come in.
"I have Rocky Road, Triple Chocolate Chunk, and a surprise," Leah said, unloading the goodies from the bag she had with her.
"Oh, a surprise," I said sarcastically. "What kind of surprise?"
"This," she said, pulling two liquor bottles from the bag.
"You know I don't drink much," I told her.
"I know, but nothing soothes a shitty day like puking up Triple Chocolate Chunk after a night of drinking," she said, laughing.
"What are those, anyway?" I asked, grimacing at the thought of blowing brown chunks later.
"Apple Pucker and Butterscotch Schnapps," she said.
I wrinkled my nose. "Sounds disgusting."
"Haven't you ever heard people at the bar ordering Caramel Apple shots?" she asked.
"Yeah…"
"Well, this is what they're made of! Trust me, they're yummy. But you have to be careful, because they're sweet, so it's easy to slam them back too fast," she warned me.
"I see," I said, still not sure I wanted to even try.
"So," she started, after putting the liquor bottles in the refrigerator, "what's your sour mood all about, anyway?"
"You know that guy, Anthony, I told you about?"
"Yes."
"Turns out that he's a lying bastard, as well as Alice's brother," I told her, plopping down on the couch.
"No shit? How'd you find out?" she asked, sitting next to me.
"He came by today and spilled his guts. Apparently, he's a spineless bastard who was too afraid to tell me who he really was," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Does Alice know about this?" she asked.
"Yeah, but only after the fact. She didn't have anything to do with it," I replied.
"That's good."
"Sad thing is, I really liked him. I was bummed when he left; I thought that maybe if he lived around here, there could have been something between us. But he's a liar and a pussy like all the rest," I huffed, tears threatening to spill over again.
"I'm sorry, Bella," Leah said, rubbing my arm soothingly.
"It's alright. Life will go on. But I was bummed and needed someone here to keep me from going nuts," I told her.
"So, just out of curiosity, how many broken bones did he have when he left?" she asked, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
"Why does everyone think I kicked his ass?" I asked, astonished that my friends seemed to think that I only turned to violence to solve my problems.
"'Cause you're Bad Ass Bella," she replied, laughing.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed the movies off the coffee table. "So…Empire Records, Dazed and Confused, or You've Got Mail?" I asked.
"Oh my God, Empire Records! I haven't seen that in forever!" Leah squealed.
"It's awesome, right?" I asked, laughing.
"Totally!" she agreed.
As I put in the movie, Leah got a shot glass, two glasses, and the liquor bottles from the kitchen. When I sat back down, she was pouring shots of the liquor into our glasses.
"Here you go, my dear, Caramel Apple shots," she said, sliding the glass over to me.
"Bottoms up," I said, slamming the drink back quickly. Initially, my lips puckered from the sour taste of the Apple Pucker, but the butterscotch aftertaste eased it away.
"Not bad," I told her.
"See? Every now and then I know what I'm talking about," she bragged with a wink.
I started drinking the shots almost as fast as Leah could pour them. Soon I had a good buzz going and was dancing around with her, singing 'Say No More, Mon Amore'.
"Oh, Sexy Rexy!" I gasped, clutching my chest like I was swooning.
Leah was laughing so hard at my antics that she nearly fell off the couch.
By the time "Mark" was declaring "Damn the man! Save the Empire," Leah and I were officially drunk.
"Oh shit, this is my favorite part! Turn it up, Bella," Leah slurred loudly from her seat.
I turned the TV up and pulled her off the couch to dance to the last song of the movie with me.
They all said "she's just another groupie slut"
And I said I thought you were anything but
Think again, sometimes reputations outlive their applications
And sometimes fires don't go out, when you're done playing with them
I feel so funny deep inside
when you kiss me goodbye
"SUGAR HIGH...sugar high...sugar high...sugar high" we both screamed, laughing and dancing.
We could go out and not even leave the house
A TV set and a bottle of wine is just fine
Making out on that old pull out couch
Watching Saturday Night Live, I guess that's why
I feel so funny deep inside
when I lick between your thighs
Sugar high...sugar high...sugar high...sugar high
When Renee Zellweger stepped up to sing her epic part, Leah pointed to me and I slurred out the iconic solo:
and I have searched both far and wide
and I've explored the deepest caverns of my mind
to try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside
when you kiss me goodbye
and when I lick between your thighs
sugar high...sugar high...sugar high...sugar high...shhhhhhhhhhhhhh
When the song was over, we collapsed on the floor in a fit of giggles.
"That was awesome, Bella," Leah said in between laughs.
"Yeahhh…" I slurred, lying on the floor and trying to catch my breath.
"Damn, girl, I think you got me drunk," she accused.
"Me? You're the one who spiked the punch, missy," I said, trying to point a finger at her. All three of her.
"I think I need to call it a night," she said, crawling across the floor to rest her back against the couch.
"What about your car?" I asked.
"I got a cab, figuring I'd be like this," she said.
She got up on shaky legs and began to gather her things.
"Thanks for coming by tonight, Leah. Booze and Empire Records really hit the spot," I told her, lighting a cigarette and slowly making my way to the balcony.
"My pleasure. It was fun. We should hang out more," she said, joining me on the balcony.
"Definitely," I responded.
"You know, Rose would let you smoke in the house."
"I never really brought it up. I just assumed she wouldn't want me to, so I just come out here," I told her.
"Suit yourself," she said.
"I think it's a good thing we didn't eat the ice cream. I'm feeling a bit woozy," I told her, trying not to watch the passing traffic down below.
Leah laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. Then she snorted. This caused me to start laughing uncontrollably.
"So, are you going to be okay here alone, Bella, or would you like to come home with me?" she asked when she finally caught her breath.
"Nah, I'm good here. Thanks, though," I assured her. "You can stay here, though, if you want."
"You know, I think I'll do just that," Leah said, entering the living room and plopping down on the couch.
I went to me closet and grabbed her a blanket and a pillow. By the time I got back out into the living room, she was already snoring softly.
I lightly pulled her head up and laid it down on the pillow before I covered her with the blanket. I drug my drunk self to bed and, turning the TV on; feel asleep on top of the covers to Three's Company.
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