The Twilight Twenty-Five

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Prompt: # 21

Pen Name: bigblueboat

Pairing/Character(s): Bella/Edward

Rating: M

Word Count: 451

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"'No big deal,' he said. 'No one will find out,' he promised. Look what your dick of a brother caused! A yard full of eight-year-olds are now scarred for life! I'll never be able to show my face at the elementary school again. How am I supposed to stand in front of a classroom with half of them as my students and not stutter and turn red-faced? And their parents? Are they going to go to the Education Board and petition them to get me fired?"

"Bella, calm down. I'm sure most of them will forget about this in a couple of hours once they have cake and ice cream. I'd be more worried about my parents. They warned us if they ever caught us naked in the pool when we weren't on fire, they were going to tan our hides." Alice snickers at me as I pace besides the sliding doors that lead out to the pool, towel wrapped tightly around my dripping body.

"Forget your parents' tanning his hide! I'm going to beat them to it. Where is that menace? I swear I'm going to call off the wedding for this stunt. Then what is he going to tell everyone? I already know your parents are going to pick me over him on this. Ever since I helped Rose give birth—Fuck! Evan saw me naked. Emmett is never going to let this go. He is going to tease me until his teeth fall out and I steal his dentures."

"Bella! Hey, Bella. I'm sure we can easily get Edward back for this. As for the rest, I'm sure we can get Rose to fess up a few things if we want to watch Emmett squirm. He has put her in enough similar situations.

"But why are you getting sidetracked? Revenge is what you should be focusing on. Everyone who has a kid out there knows that Edward is behind this. Just pray he never wants to run for public office."

I stop mid-step and pivot to face Alice. "You have something schemed out, don't you?"

"Of course I do. Just send him a text of your bra next to wet footprints at the edge of the pool. Tell him he has three minutes to join you or you're getting out. We tell everyone to go move their cars a block or two and then hide the kids upstairs. He shows and we let the kids lose, making sure to arm them all with cameras. Simple, easy to achieve, and we can bribe the kids to go along with it."

I march back out the doors armed with my phone and bra, a devilish smile spreading across my face.


Thanks to Tiramisue84 for reading this over. If you aren't reading her TT25 flashes, you should be!