Sorry about not updating in a couple days like I said I would. My softball coach is a pain in the ass.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
His words dawned on me and I'm sure my face would've been amusingto see had it not been me in the situation. "Oh no, this is not happening. Nope. Not on my watch. She better switch my room or she won't live to see daylight." I grumbled. I paced around the room, phone held up to my ear, the other hand running my fingers through my hair.
Edward's face broke into a grin and he chuckled. "Try having an argument with Alice. Hardly anyone gets out alive with things going their way. But I'd like to see you try. You seem like a pretty strong person, so I'd give you about a minute before you give."
"Hi Bella!" Alice chirped.
"Oh no, don't you 'Hi Bella' me. Hey Alice, care to explain why Think-With-His-Dick says that him and I are gonna be rooming together?" I hissed. "What in the hell is going on?"
"Oh, come on Bella! Everyone knows you both like each other! I just decided to give you both a push in the right direction, that's all!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Stop right there. I do not like him!" I felt like a second grader denying accusations of having a crush on some boy. Except for he's not just some boy, Bella, he's Edward, my internal voice said dreamily.
"Yes you dooo," Alice replied in a soprano.
"No. I don't," I growled.
"Yes, you d-" Alice's voice was cut off the moment I hit end call.
Edward came back into the room. "So, how'd it go?"
"You were right." I grumbled.
Edward cupped his ear with his right hand. "Oh, I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you."
"I'm not gonna say it."
Edward smirked. "That's fine. I heard you anyway. So, I guess you and I are sharing."
I rolled my eyes. "Just remember, Edward. Emmett's down the hall."
Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted the bed. Yeah, you heard right. Bed. Not beds. A singular noun. Edward turned his head to see what I was looking at and then a huge grin lit up his face. "You know, it's pretty cold here in New York, and body heat helps keep you warm."
"I'm not that desperate," I spat.
His eyes locked with mine, and we stared each other down for who knows how long. The silence was broken by the shrill ring of my phone.
"Hello?" I asked irritably.
"Hi Bella! Put me on speaker!"
"Fine," I grumbled.
"Bella, Edward, you guys need to get ready because we're all going out for lunch in ten minutes! And Bella, don't you dare wear those sweat pants. 'Kay, bye!"
I sighed as I set down my phone. "You heard her, Cullen. Get dressed. New York has a law against public nudity."
I walked over to my overflowed suitcase and forced it open. Though summer had not yet ended, New York was starting to cool down. It wasn't bitingly cold, but the occasional gulfs of wind could make you a little chilly. So along with my other clothes, I grabbed a purple and gray striped cardigan and took them into the bathroom with me. I slipped on an olive colored, loose fitting, knit tank top. I yanked off my lovingly worn sweats and put on a pleated white skirt that ended a little above mid thigh. Then I slid on the cardigan and pulled on my tan colored moccasins. Just to contradict the preppy look I had, I straightened my hair and thrashed my head around wildly. My hair was now in a state of disarray, and I smiled triumphantly. I sprayed a light layer of hairspray to keep it like that for the rest of the day.
I began to clean up my stuff until I heard a loud knock on the door. "Look, we don't have all day, Swan." Edward yelled through the barrier that separated us.
The obnoxious banging continued until I opened the door. I threw it open to find Edward's fist mid knock, about to hit the door again.
"Thank god. Finally, you're done." He said exasperatedly. "I was about to break down the door. Now come on, Alice is meeting us in the lobby in about a minute."
I looked at the clock on the bedside table. The numbers read 11:14. "God, what are we still doing here?" I asked, panicked. "Alice is going to flip a shit if we're late! Let's go!" I grabbed my bag and we ran out the door. I unconsciously took his hand to pull him along with me. I felt a spark go through my arm and I pulled away. We looked at each other for a moment. Finally I asked, "Did you feel that?" He nodded.
Our moment was interrupted by none other than Alice. "Finally, you're here! Look, Emmett has the limo waiting outside."
We got into the silver Hummer and Emmett told Bill where to take us. The limo stopped and we heaved ourselves out of it. We walked through the entrance of the restaurant. Emmett walked over to the podium. He cleared his throat, trying to get the hostess to look up from her phone.
"Hello? Anyone here?" he asked, waving his hand in front of her face.
She looked up, an annoyed look on her face. That is, until she took in Emmett's full appearance. Her eyes widened and she leaned over the podium, exposing her cleavage. "Oh, hello, how can I help you?" she asked in what I guess was supposed to be an alluring voice. Emmett looked away.
"Party of six, miss," he said in a strained voice.
"I need a name, sexy," she giggled.
I swear that I saw Rose's eyes bulge out of their sockets. She stepped in front of Emmett and growled, "Swan, Dwyer, Cullen, or Hale. Take your pick."
I heard a sharp intake of breath. "Hale, as in Robert Hale?" the girl asked.
"Who's Robert Hale?"
The girl gasped and turned her head to me. "You don't know who Robert Hale is?" her voice got higher with each word she said.
Jasper decided to cut in and ease the tension. "Did Rose and I forget to tell you? We come from old money, I suppose you could say. We don't flaunt it much. The Hales are one of Manhattan's elite families. Robert Hale is my grandfather."
I nodded in understanding. Then I turned to the girl. "So can you just give us our damn table?" I demanded.
The girl's eyes narrowed. "Who are you?
I smirked. "Oh honey, you don't wanna know who I am."
Emmett threw his arm around my shoulder, and announced, "Belly and Emmy Swan, at your service."
Understanding dawned in the girl's eyes. "Oh my god, you're Bella Swan. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean what I said back there. I didn't mean 'who are you, who are you,' I meant, "Who are you?" she finished with a nervous smile on her face. Mhm, keep talking.
Emmett clasped his hands together. "Well, Emmett is hungry, so can you please lead us to our table?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Oh, of course!"
When we were finally seated at our table, the menus were brought to us. All three guys glared at the waiter who tried to slip us his phone number. "Hey, management!" Emmett called. A portly man wearing an ugly suit two sizes too small walked nervously over to Emmett.
"Yes, sir?" he asked anxiously, while dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief.
"What kinda business are you trying to run? I got a hostess who's off the job, and a waiter who's clearly asking for an ass beating, after he slipped my baby sister his number!" Emmett cried. "This is insanity! All I came here to do was eat. And after nearly fifteen minutes, I have yet to eat anything!"
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to quiet down. You are disturbing the other diners."
Emmett shut his mouth with an irritated clamp of his teeth.
As the end of our lunch was nearing, Alice began to speak. "Okay, Rose and I are going shopping, and Emmett and Jazzy are going paintballing, so it seems that you and Edward will be spending the day together."
Great.
