Chapter 11
Full Summary: Bella is a down-to-earth Victoria Secret model with a dark, morbid, past. Edward is America's heartthrob, without a care in the world. When their paths cross at a party, Edward saves Bella from humiliation. Bella never expected to see Edward again. Well isn't she surprised when they get cast for the same movie, The Hunger Games.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the Hunger Games.
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Edward's POV "Oh honey, I have been in this business for a long time. I can read the face of someone who is infatuated with one of my Angels almost as well as you can steal a car and get away with it." I blanched, how the hell did she know that! She smirked, turning back to the set. "Yes, I know all about the little stunt you pulled. It cost me thirty thousand dollars, boy. These film crews and director aren't cheap, you know? I expect a cheque made out to The Victoria Secret Corporation by tomorrow and the keys to Bella's car right now." Too stunned to speak, I handed her they keys to the Viper. She snatched them away from my hand and placed them in her front pocket. "I will not give you the satisfaction of letting Bella know you were the one who had taken the car. She doesn't need a reason to come storming into your apartment again, creating even more rumors about being friends with benefits. Instead, you are going to leave my set and head back to the nearest town in the limo waiting in front of Bella's car. Thank you for your time Mr. Cullen. Goodbye." She was off to speak to the director before I could even utter a response.
Bella's POV
"And then he came up to me and asked if I had a screw driver! I was like, what are you talking about? Do I look like I would have a screwdriver on me?"
What am I watching?
I flipped the TV off with a scoff and strolled to Sarah's bedroom door.
"Sarah, I'm going to my cast party today. Want to do anything before? We could, oh I don't know, stalk hobos. Sounds like something you would like to do." I heard a few things drizzle down to the floor and quiet footsteps. The door flew open, revealing Sarah's combed blonde hair and made up eyes.
"As tempting as that sounds, I have a date." She told me matter of factly. I was taken aback by this. As far as I knew, Sarah was still sulking and having a hard time getting over the drug addiction. That's what's been going on the past two days anyway.
"With who?" I asked, hoping Sarah and I could have much needed girl talk. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrows.
"What cast party?" She asked ignoring my previously question. It was weird hearing her ask the question, I could have sworn I told her about the movie. Then again, she hasn't been talking to me much, or at all. I guess I also forgot about telling her about the party too. It was sudden though, I just found out yesterday. Chris Weitz had called me to say that in order for the cast to get to know each other, he wanted to have a 'get together.' Whatever that means in Hollywood lingo. We also had to go over a contract so this was the perfect time.
"It's for the new movie I'm starring in. If you, you know, talked to me a little more I might have actually told you.
"You're going to be in a movie? What is it, like an indie film? I'm sure it is, since no model would ever get a part in a real movie."
"Actually Sarah, it's a big production movie from a world-wide best-selling book. It's called the Hunger Games."
"The Hunger Games? You mean the book where they go into an arena and everyone dies?" Sarah's eyes lit up like a little girl, something I haven't seen since our mom passed. She had basically just summed up the gist of the story. From what I'd read in the synopsis, The Hunger Games was about North America in ruins, and the only country left was called Panem. It had twelve districts and one high-tech, beautiful, Capitol. But the glamour of the Capitol could be deceiving. Every year the Capitol forces one boy and one girl from each district to play in The Hunger Games. Only one person survives them. My character, Katniss, was the girl that would get sent from District 12. After leaving her best friend, mom, and sister, the only thing left she can do is survive. With love, hatred, and compassion thrown into it, the storyline was as beautiful as it is intricate. I was really looking forward to playing this role.
"Yes, that would be the one." For a fraction of a second I could see light spark up in Sarah's eyes. The corners of her mouth turned up and she was opening her mouth to say something. Then she seemed to realize something and her features smoothed out into the usual scowl and the light disappeared. "Well sister, isn't it just so ironic that your movie has to do with murder." Sarah seethed. She took a step away from the door and slammed it straight into my face. I stumbled back, falling to the floor with a thud. A tear escaped my eye as I stared at the spot Sarah just disappeared from.
Before I could let the implication of her statement overwhelm me, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.
"Guess who?" A booming voice called. Despite the emotions that ran rampant through my head, I couldn't help the smile that spread over my face. I wiped the tears away, struggled off the ground, and sprinted toward the elevator.
"Emmett!" I threw myself at him and felt his warm arms circle around me and pull me off the floor. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you in two weeks!" I asked when he put me down.
"Um, excuse me, am I invisible?" I poked my head around Emmett's shoulder to see someone with blonde hair pinned behind her head. She had perfect facial features and was wearing a worker's jumpsuit tied around her waist with a clean white tank top. The smear of grease streaked across her left cheek somehow didn't make her look any less beautiful.
"Rosalie!" I abandoned Emmett and went to hug her. "How's the shop?" Rosalie worked in a car repair shop. Although she was probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, which is saying something considering my industry; she prefers to be surrounded by her cars. Emmett thinks it's totally sexy, of course.
"You will not believe it…" Rosalie then continued on to tell me all about how she got this new car in the shop that I had no clue existed and how awesome the engine was. I nodded my head politely, adding in the appropriate remarks, but other than that I couldn't really follow along. After she finished her confusing story, I took a step back so Emmett could make a circle with us.
"So where were you?" I asked, repeating my previous question. A grin spread across his face as he stared at Rosalie with love filled eyes.
"We went on vacation." He said matter-of-factly. I saw Rosalie blush, something I have never seen before. "And I asked her to marry me."
"What!" I squealed like a school girl. Rosalie brought her left hand out, revealing an ice skating rink on her left hand. I gasped, grabbing her hand and bringing it closer to me. The light glinted off the diamond as I turned it, something I knew Rosalie liked very much. "I'm so happy for you guys!" I brought them into a group hug, feeling a few tears of joy.
"Well, isn't this sweet?" We all stepped out of our embrace and turned to the new voice. It was, of course, Sarah. She had on a white sundress with a white headband, looking more innocent then she was. Her green eyes looked from Emmett to Rosalie, noting her workers clothes, and back to me. "Well, I'm off. And before you can ask, Laurent is coming." As if being summoned, he appeared behind her, his black dreads pushed back in a hair-band and white shirt pressed to perfection.
"I'm Emmett." He smiled, letting his dimple show, and brought Sarah into a hug. Sarah didn't hug him back, but she also didn't push away, I guess some of her manners actually have stuck with her. When he put her down, Rosalie introduced herself with a handshake that Sarah felt more comfortable with.
"Well as fun as it was meeting your super cool friends," Sarah started sarcastically, "I really must be going. 'Bye Ethan. 'Bye Rachel." She strode over to the elevator and it opened immediately. Laurent gave a polite nod before following her. When the doors closed, Emmett turned in confusion. I realized that Sarah hadn't introduced herself and they had no idea why some random girl was living in my house.
"That was Sarah, my sister." Realization lit both their eyes. "She's bad with names." I told them, not offering anything else about her. They already knew some things, like she had run away from our guardian's house shortly after I left for New York and has been living on her own ever since. But other than that, I haven't talked to anyone about her but Alice. Thankfully, they respected my privacy.
"So Bells, in case you were wondering why two such lovely people stopped by, "Emmett smiled, "I guess I should let you know. Alice called, told me about the movie you were starting. She also told me about the cast party today."
"Wait, how did she know? I haven't even gotten the chance to talk to her." Emmett raised his eyebrows, daring me to ask. Rosalie giggled.
"Anyway, Alice is doing makeup for that new Dusk movie-"
"It's Twilight, Emmett. Twi-light. Come one, you design clothes but you don't know the name of the largest movie franchise since Harry Potter?" Rosalie asked exasperated.
"What kind of gay guy are you?" I piped in. Emmett glared at me, not daring to look at Rosalie the wrong way, and opened his mouth to retort. "Please just finish telling me why you're here." I interrupted. Emmett pursed his lips, trying to figure out what he should do.
"Okay, I'll let you slide this time. Long story short, Rosalie and I are getting you ready."
"I don't know why you people think I'm not capable of getting ready myself." I complained while getting dragged to my bathroom. When we got into my room, my gaze flickered to the window without my permission. The window across from mine had the blinds wide open, but the room was empty.
"So got any chemistry going with your co-star yet?" Rosalie joked, rummaging through my drawers for hair supplies. Emmett had already disappeared into my closet the second we entered the bathroom.
"Actually, I don't even know who it is. Isn't that weird? I've been so busy this week, I just forgot to check." I sat down in the vanity chair and rested my face in my hand. I could see my features scrunch up in the mirror. "Do you know?" Rosalie had moved behind me, her fingers trailing from the front of my neck to the back so she could push all my hair behind me.
"I heard Edward Cullen moved into the apartment across from you." Rosalie said, ignoring my question.
"Um - yeah. He did."
"And how do you like that?" She smiled suggestively.
"Oh, God no! Edward and I aren't anything to each other. At all. He actually really annoys me, the chauvinistic pig." I murmured the last sentence under my breath but from Rosalie's laugh, I'm guessing she heard.
"Oh Bella, you'll never change."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Rosalie stared at my eyes through the mirror.
"Have you even given him a chance?"
"Of course I have." I replied a little too quickly. Rosalie quirked one eye brow, something I always had wished I could do. As she twirled my hair around her finger, she seemed to be thinking about something.
"Bella, you never give guys chances to be with you. As soon as they show any sign of liking you, you automatically push them away. "
"Jacob."
"Was your friend before, you were comfortable with him. You and him had a connection that went beyond normal circumstances." I looked down at the counter, letting the truth of what she had said sink in. I reached out for a hair-band and stared twisting it around my fingers uncomfortably.
"That's not the reason I don't like him." I said finally. "He's a jerk, and that's it." Rosalie didn't press me about it anymore. Instead she continued on doing my hair with an expressionless face. After five uncomfortable minutes, Emmett emerged from the closet with piles of clothes on each arm. His face was lit up like a kid on Christmas.
"You're closet has more clothes than all the boutiques in New York combined. How the hell is that fair?" he huffed. "Anyway, Alice told me that the party requires you to wear black. Rose, make sure her makeup will look good for that while I decide which of these outfits she should wear." He instructed. Rosalie cleared her throat, watching Emmett with an expectant look, "Please?" he added
"Of course." Rosalie smiled.
An hour later, Rosalie twisted the final piece of my hair in the curling iron and she was done.
"You look beautiful, honey. As always." Rosalie smiled down at me as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I had thick eye liner on the top and bottom of my eyelids, making my usually dark brown eyes look golden. She had braided a piece of my hair on each side of my head and clipped it behind my head. The rest tumbled down my back in neat curls while my side bangs swept across my face and came dangerously close to covering my left eye. Emmett had dressed me in a black turtle neck and black skinny jeans with black high-heeled boots that came over my jeans and travel to the knee. Although Emmett and Alice worked together, you could definitely see their different taste. If Alice had been here she probably would have thrown me in a short dress that barely covered my butt and a neckline that showed everything. While Emmett, on the other hand, couldn't try to cover me up more. That could be due to the fact that I'm like a sister to him, though.
"Thanks, Rose." I blushed at her compliment.
"There's my favorite blush!" Emmett voice startled me. He had been in my closet the whole time Rose was doing my make-up; the only time he bothered to emerge was to give me my outfit. He came to Rose and gave her a big kiss on the lips. She giggled against his lips and Emmett pushed her against the counter.
"Woah, guys! PDA!" It didn't separate them. "Virgin eyes!" I tried again. "GET A ROOM!" My voiced echoed off the bathroom walls and it seemed to finally separate them. Emmett glared over at me and Rosalie just shrugged.
"Well, we really must be going. Rosie has to get back to the shop and I need a little time with her before she leaves." Rosalie giggled and kissed his temple.
"Before I go I need to tell you about our plans for Tuesday." Rosalie said.
"I'm filming that day." Rosalie waved her hand.
"Alice already checked; you be done by four. Which means you, me, Alice, Jasper, and Emmy are all going to go out to eat. "
"Oh great, fifth wheel. Woo hoo." I stated sarcastically.
"Oh yeah - I almost forgot. Alice told me to tell you to bring your co star." Rosalie laughed for some unknown reason.
"I don't know guys, I haven't even met him. Won't it be a little weird if I just invite a guy I've known for a total of two days to sup with my mentally challenged friends?"
"Oh you've already -" Emmett started to say something but Rosalie not so discretely jabbed him in the ribs with her elbow.
"Don't worry about it. Just tell him you want to get to know him." Rosalie giggled again.
"Okay, fine." I grumbled
"Promise?"
"Promise."
"Swear?"
"Swear."
"On your life?"
"Yes! I swear on my life I will invite whoever this guy is to dinner with us."
"Awesome!"
"We really do have to go Bells. And so do you. See you Tuesday!" Emmett cut in. They both gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek before wrapping their arms around each other and laughing their way to the elevator. They were up to something, too bad I didn't have time to find out what it was. Grabbing the clutch off my bed, I headed down stairs… and was assaulted by Edward's eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked as I waited outside for the valet. I noted that Edward was dressed in black pants that hung loose around his hips to show black satin boxers, a black button down shirt, and black shoes with three white stripes on the outside. He was probably out to do some stalking, I wouldn't put it past him.
"Just… out." I furrowed my eyebrows but didn't continue to ask any questions since my lovely car pulled up. Ever since it was mysteriously stolen and returned, my love for it had grown even greater. I know, I didn't think it was possible either. "Well, nice talking to you." Edward's green eyes followed me till I was in the car and out of the apartment complex's overhang.
Thirty minutes later I pulled into the building parking lot that the party was being held out.
"ID." A security asked when I got to the gates. I reached into my purse and pulled out my driver's license. The guard's eyes widened when he read the card and he lent down to look into the window to get a better look. "You're Bella Swan? Victoria Secret model, Bella Swan?" I nodded. "Can you sign this for me?" He thrust a piece of paper to me with a pen. "Just sign it saying 'I love Luke forever." I signed what he said along with my name and gave it back to him. "Thank you so much! I guess you can have your license back." He handed the card back to me with reluctance and opened the gates so I could pull in.
"Bella!" A voice came from down the hall when I entered the building. A man with crazy brown hair and an all back suit waved at me. I instantly recognized him as Chris Weitz, my new director. "I'm so glad you could make it!" He shook my hand with enthusiasm. "Before we get to the party I was wondering if you wanted to get all the boring stuff over now. You know, the contract and stuff.
"Sure, that sounds like a good idea." He placed a hand on the small of my back and led me around the corner he appeared from the first time. I heard the door that I came from open and close from behind me for no doubt more guests, but I couldn't see who entered because of the wall blocking my view. When we reached a room, Chris opened the door for us and led me into it. I was surprised to see Sylvia and another man I didn't know sitting in chairs in front of a desk. Sylvia turned her head to see who had come into the room and smiled when she saw me.
"Darling, here you are." When she came to hug me she put her mouth close to my ear and started whispering. "I don't know how much longer I could have stayed in here. That guy is such a drag." I smiled at her out-of-date language and walked over to an empty seat.
"Not to be rude, but why I are you here?" I asked Sylvia.
"You don't think I'm going to let you sign a contract without my expertise to you?" She laughed, twirling a piece of her hair that fell out of her bun.
"I wouldn't dream of it."
After a very long, droning speech, by that old guy who turned out to be a lawyer, I was finally able to sign my name on the piece of paper that swore me to attending all movie promotions, rehearsals, and filming. It also signed me to a seven digit paycheck, which was more than I have received from Victoria Secret in the whole first two years I worked. Feeling suddenly care free, I waved goodbye to Sylvia and let myself be led to where the party was held by Chris Weitz.
The door opened to reveal a large room with about sixty people dressed in black filling it up. Everyone already seemed to be making cliques. There was a group to the left, huddled into a tight circle and gossiping up a storm. Other people were dancing on a small dance floor, talking around tables, and even playing karaoke on a large screen TV. Very cliché.
"Alright everyone!" Chris called in a loud voice that I didn't know could come out of such a small man. The room instantly hushed and turned their heads toward where Chris was standing. "I want you all to meet the star of this movie, Bella Swan!" The room clapped for some reason and I smiled nervously. "Now, does anyone know where her co-star is?"
"Right here, sir." The room froze around us as the unmistakable velvet voice wrapped around me. I turned my head slowly toward him to see his eyes locked on me. "I just have to say," he wrapped an arm around my shoulders and brought me close against his body, where his arm touched me I felt a weird electric current, "we really do have the best actress to play the main part. She has it all, skills, personality, beauty." His voice, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had turned seductive and I felt myself melting into his side. "So how about another round of applause?" The room erupted in cheers again.
He's sexist. He's ignorant. Stop having naughty thoughts about him Bella. Sexist, ignorant, horrible, gorgeous, and he smells divine… Stop it, Bella! Don't think that.
"Well wasn't that sweet?" Chris asked when the crowd calmed down. "Everyone get back to meeting and greeting, in about fifteen minutes we're all going to play a game, so get ready." I thought it was a little immature to be playing games but I didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I extracted myself from Edward's arms so his spell would wear off and turned all the lust I was feeling for him at the moment into a passionate anger. Chris had walked away so I turned to glare at him.
"When were you going to tell me you're my co-star!"
"You didn't ask." He shrugged. I narrowed my eyes.
"That doesn't mean you couldn't tell me! Did you expect me to ask every single man I met whether or not they were going to be in my new film? I don't believe you! You knew for a whole week that I was going to be-"
"Hi!" I rearranged my face into a friendly smile and turned to a short girl with curly brown hair. "I'm Jessica!" She shook my hand.
"Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm Bella."
"Oh, I know! I looked up the cast list ahead of time and researched all the people who are in it. You're a Victoria Secret model, right? Of course you are. Just so you know, I'm totally not one of those people who think you're a slut. Just cause you go around wearing underwear and - never mind. Well, I'm going to be playing Effie Trinket." Effie was the exceptionally irritating advisor of the Hunger Games in District Twelve. "It's going to be so awesome working with you! And you're Edward Cullen." She didn't shake his hand like me, instead gave him a hug. "I've seen every one of your movies and know them backwards and forwards. They're so awesome." Jessica had made this whole speech in what seemed to be one breath. Although I don't like to judge, I could tell she wasn't going to be one of my favorite people to be with on this set. They had obviously cast Effie Trinket perfectly. A hand appeared on Jessica's shoulder, shutting her up. The new person had long red hair and neon blue eyes. She glanced over at Edward but didn't get the normal light in her eyes like most girls that first see him. She looked towards me and slowly turned her mouth into a smile that made her look like a predator.
"Excuse Jessica and anything she has said. She doesn't have a filter. I'm Victoria, playing Foxface." Foxface was a very fast and mysterious competitor in The Hunger Games. Victoria seemed to fit her perfectly. "How are you, Bella?"
"Um - good." I was taken back by her formality. She murmured something under her breath.
"Excuse me, I didn't catch that."
"You weren't supposed to." She laughed. "Sorry, I don't mean to be coming off as awkward. I get - nervous meeting people I… admire." I could tell she changed last the word she meant to say for a different one. "I can tell you, Jessica, and I are just going to get along so well."
"Mhm."
"It's very nice to meet you too." Edward piped in, shaking Victoria's hand. She looked him over with a bored expression.
"Sure."
"Alright guys, hush hush." Chris called from the center of the room. We all silenced and he continued to talk. "Today we are going to play a game to get into the spirit of The Hunger Games. It is called Assassin and it's very simple. Each of you are going to get your picture clipped to a necklace. That is your life and you are going to either kill or be killed. Whoever is the last one with their picture still around their neck and all the pictures in your possession, wins. The ghosts come back here and enjoy the party! You are to stay on the block, but restaurants and shops are free game. Any questions? No? Perfect. You're necklaces are going to be handed out at the door, five minutes to get out of here. Starting… now."
"Ready to lose, Barbie?" Edward whispered in my ear. I turned away from him on my toes and stabbed my heel into Edward's shoe. I heard him suck in a fast breath of air.
"Honey, I've never lost a game in my life. I don't plan on starting now." I jogged out of the door and into the hall towards the exit, collecting my chain at the door and attaching my picture to it. People in black scattered around the street as I planned out where to go. Once I found the perfect spot, I ran towards it. Slipping into the alleyway, I pressed my back against the wall and turned my head towards the street.
After the five minutes were over, I concentrated solely on people dressed in black. Three appeared, walking next to each other with silver chains glinting against their outfits. I scurried away from my hiding spot and grabbed each of their pictures before they even saw me.
"Sorry guys," I smiled at their stunned expressions and hurried along the street. It continued on like this for ten minutes and I now had twenty two pictures, gaining ten from my latest 'kill'. I was currently walking through a glass revolving door when I saw a flash of red from the corner of my eye. I whipped my head around to see Victoria smirking at me on the opposite side of the door. I didn't exit from the door, choosing to keep going around. Her mouths parted and she started mouthing words. I was horrible at reading lips though so I couldn't tell what she was saying.
"What?" I asked through the door. She moved her mouth very slowly this time, and the words sent chills down my spine. 'I'm going to kill you.' I knew this was just a game, but something was off about the look of her eyes. I finally exited the door so I was back outside, a new determination in my eyes. When she stepped out and reached for my necklace, I side stepped. She reached again and this time I whirled around and bent down, going under her reach and grabbing her picture.
"Gotcha." Her eyes widened in surprise. "And I'll take those." I plucked the other pictures out of her hand and placed them in my back pocket where the rest were. I had about forty now, meaning there was only a few people left. I continued down the street and entered a cozy diner. I ran my hand back and forth along the collar of my sweater, trying to get some air on my neck since it was pretty hot in here. I turned towards the door, just in time to see bronze hair bobbing towards the diner.
"Crap." I muttered under my breath. I walked towards the counter and crouched between two stools where people were sitting at. When they looked down, thankfully didn't recognize me, and just gave me an odd look. Bells tinkled over the door and when I peeked through the stools, I saw Edward's bronze hair and overly large sunglasses covering his face so no one could tell who it was during this serious game. He looked slowly back and forth and walked forward, reminding me of a detective looking over a scene. A sneeze escaped through my nose, betraying me and my hiding spot. Edward's head snapped towards the spot where I was crouched, and I could see the crooked smile lighting his face. I stood up and quickly ran towards the back of the diner, looking hurriedly back and forth in search for the bathroom. The ladies was nowhere in sight, but of course the gents was conveniently right where I needed it to be. Without another thought, I pushed the door open and shut it hurriedly behind me, pressing my full weight against it to keep Edward out. When my breath calmed, I looked up to a startled man at a urinal.
"I'm sorry, sir, for interrupting you. You must understand that I'm in the middle of a very serious game, though, and I may be getting killed in a few seconds." The man's eyes widened. "Not literally of course. Figuratively." He stared at me as if I had just grown a second head. Before I could explain further, I felt the door press into my back. I tried to plant my boots firmly to the ground but they didn't have much grip since they were heeled.
"You don't think you can hold me back, do you Barbie?" Edward's smooth voice called from the other side. He pushed a little harder and even though I was using all my strength to keep it back, I felt it give a good three inches. "I'm using one arm and not even putting full strength into it." A plan started to formulate in my mind.
"Why? Afraid if you use it, you'll fail?" His smooth laugh seeped between the crack in the door. I heard the other hand hit the door and just as he was about to push, I ran to the side and Edward came stumbling down to the ground, just as I thought. My original plan was to leave through the door when he fell, but seeing how close he was, I knew it would be no use. I backed away towards the sinks on the far side of the bathroom, barely noticing the scared man run through the door. Edward was gathering himself off the floor and looked up towards me.
"Well this is it. You've officially lost," he said smugly.
"What makes you so sure I'm going to lose?"
"Well I'm obviously going to get the picture first. Haven't you heard of my lightning fast quickness?" While he was talking, I had pressed my hands against the counter.
"Why yes, I believe I have." I couldn't help but let a small grin escape.
"Oh, you know what I meant. Now I have to kill you."
"I'm pretty sure I'll kill you first Edward." He ignored me, taking a step closer.
"Do you know they say murder is the ultimate crime of passion?" Another step. I bent my arms on the counter.
"Where'd you here that Edward? CSI?" He smiled.
"You caught me." Edward walked towards me while I hoisted myself onto the counter and stood up on it, backing up to the far corner. I looked down and focused on the silver chain around his neck. Edward reached up and slowly took the glasses off his face and hooked them on the collar of his shirt. One of his hands extended out and wrapped around my ankle.
"Time to come down, Bella." He tugged on the leg but not hard enough to budge me. I tried to wiggle the foot out of his grasp but it was a lost cause. Edward brought the hand farther up my leg and I couldn't help but feel something flutter inside of me. He stopped when he was at my knee. I bent down to try to wrench the hand off my leg, but at that moment Edward pushed the back of my knee with his fingers, causing me to lose balance and fall forward. Edward caught me under the armpits as my knees crashed down to the counter. It wasn't painful, but it sure wasn't pleasant. I was nose to nose with Edward now. His hands moved from my armpits to the sides of my stomach. His green eyes searched mine. I tried to reach out and get his picture, but it was under the counter where I couldn't reach it.
"Any last words, Bella?" His breath seemed to be oddly labored. I wracked my brain for an escape plan.
"Just that losing has never been my strong point." I twisted out of his arms and slid off the counter before he could even reach out a hand for my picture. Edward seemed so shocked by my fast maneuver and was frozen. I knew it wouldn't last long. Running out of the bathroom, I scurried out of the diner and onto the block. I didn't have time to look around, but I've always thought my center of balance leaned to the left, so I took off that way. I ran wildly, whipping my head left and right to find a place to hide. It wasn't long before I heard footsteps behind me. I knew he was faster than I was, especially with these boots on, so I did the only thing I could think of. I feigned tripping, falling to the ground and landing flat on my stomach.
"Bella! Oh my God, are you ok?" Edward feet appeared beside me. I groaned and let out a whimper.
"I fell hard on my knee. I can't move it. Can you make sure it's okay?"
"Of course." Edward bent down and went to turn me over. As his hands gently rolled me over, I snapped up and grabbed the photo dangling around his neck.
"Goodness, Edward, you would think for being an actor you could tell your own kind." Edward looked down at me in shock. "Don't look at me like that. I told you I didn't like to lose." He stood up. "Could I get some help up? Although I did this on purpose, it would still be nice if you helped me." Edward rolled his eyes and yanked me off the ground, a tad too roughly.
"Sheesh, someone's a sore loser." I grumbled, wiping the dirt off my outfit and fanning myself with his freshly stolen picture.
In case any of you watch Gossip Girl, I did in fact get the idea of the Assassin game from the show. I felt it just fit perfectly, though! I hope you liked this chapter! Shout out to my awesome beta.
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