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A/N: These outtakes are not beta'd. They're just something I do as a writing exercise to help me get into the heads of other characters and build on the plot a little more through their development/inner thoughts. You'll want to read each one after reading it's cooresponding chapter to help them make sense as they won't flow from one to the next the same way the main story does.

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Chapter 11

OUTTAKE

...Edward...

"Cullen! Get your ass over here! Now!"

Irina's barely left the backstage area, but Charlie's apparently been keeping tabs on her whereabouts.

I stuff my hands into my pockets and do my best to keep my head held high as I make my way toward him with a million and one thoughts running through my mind.

For the last two hours, he's been sending me razor blades with his glaring eyes while clenching his fists down at his sides when they haven't been busy working.

Bella hasn't answered a single one of my calls.

I have no idea how much I should tell him, or what she wants him to know when it comes to us and our less than normal situation.

Once I'm a couple of feet away Charlie kicks a chair in my direction and signals for me to take a seat.

"I'm going to talk, and you're going to listen. When I'm done, that's when you can speak. Got it?"

My head nods and I begin to tug at the back of my neck as my anxiety rises with every second that passes.

A few other crew members are standing off to the side waiting for the show to start, but as soon as Charlie glances their way they scatter like cockroaches.

"It's no secret Bella's track record with men is shitty at best, but I'd really hoped you would be the one to turn all of that around. I get it, kids your age date and see other people, but Irina fucking Dawn?! The lead singer on the damn tour your working with my daughter?! My daughter who you're also shacking up with?! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I remain silent and cross my arms after looking down at his feet.

"There are three types of people that bug the shit out of me. Groupies, ass-kissers, and habitual opportunists. I really don't want to put you in my book as a professional opportunist, but given the information I now have, I can't help but think that's exactly where you belong. With anything in this life, through work or relationships, your heart is either all in, or you're nothing more than a tool looking to squeeze what you can out of something until you're done with it and ready to move on. That's not the type of person Birdie needs in her life. Not again."

I can't continue to sit here while he gets everything wrong.

The longer he talks, the more frustrated I begin to feel.

If I don't say something soon, I'll end up exploding and saying more than I should.

"I know you've told me to keep quiet, but I really need you to hear me out, Charlie."

He scoffs and grabs a chair then slowly takes a seat in front of me, "Alright let's hear it, Cullen. Let's hear this sales pitch of yours."

I don't even take in a breath before I start to speak again.

"Irina and I are friends with a complicated history, but Bella is well aware of my situation, and we're being careful while we figure all of this out. Up until last night, she's been walking the line while keeping me on my side of it."

"Is that supposed to make it better? You didn't worm your way in, in record time, so that changes everything? You're still fucking the entertainment and my daughter at the same damn time! Bella might know about your double life, but it's clear the cookie-cutter studio molded diva has no fucking idea!"

"We're not fucking sir… Bella and me."

Christ, this is awkward.

I can tell by the look on his face, he can see the bullshit that's plastered all over mine, so I make an impulsive decision to come clean.

"Okay once. We hooked up once in Vegas, but we slowed things way down after that, and up until last night everything had been strictly platonic between us. We're not being stupid about this. I have a plan. Things are happening to change the situation I'm in. All I need is a little more time, and I honestly believe I'll prove you wrong. I'm not a professional opportunist. The last thing I want to do is hurt Bella, or get her into trouble."

We both notice the band taking the stage.

This means our talk will have to end, but something tells me this won't be our last sit down.

"You're on my shit list, Cullen. We'll see how long you stay there. If you get her fired, I will end you, and you will never work another tour again. Understand?"

I force a nod from my head and then stand up when he does, "All I'm asking, is for you to give me a chance."

"Don't worry about me, you just worry about her. I'm pretty sure I've already figured out the game you're playing. It's up to you to prove me wrong."