A/N: Random funfact: Women blink nearly twice as much as men do.

This is a late RIP to Michael Jackson! My best friend on this site (Cinnamon. Loves) just loved him and now she's upset that he's dead! Ahhh how sad :( He was an amazing singer, though. :) Ok, ok... umm hey to Sophia24.. I honestly didn't know that it was dangerous to drive in heels.. lol that's good to know. But guys, if everything isn't factual, just know that this is purely a work of fiction and I don't really know facts about the whole world! Excuse further mistakes. And again, thank you to ElleTwerd, because she is a sweetheart and makes me so happy :) Oh! And go check out the story called Luminosity by Cinnamon. Loves; it's on my favorites list. It only has one chapter so far but it has potential! Go check it out! SO. New chapter! And just so you know.. there is a surprise in here.... :)


Chapter 11
BPOV

"Waiting sucks."

The voice was male and came from behind my right shoulder. I was so startled by the sound of another's voice rising above the undemanding Top 40 sound track, I nearly spazzed myself off my bar stool.

The voice tried again, this time with an awkward paraphrase.

"It sucks, you know, to wait," he said uncomfortable. I almost voiced my agreement, but I stopped myself. Rosalie and Alice had set me up on this date, and the man never showed up. I was drinking my third Gin and Tonic, sitting at the bar all alone dressed up in a stupid dress and stupid heels with makeup on.

To have confirmed the source of the voice would have required me to turn away from the bar. I was the only one seated there, so I knew the voice was directed at me. And yet confirming this fact wasn't something I was particularly inclined to do. There was a swift movement, followed by a fresh whiff of citrus, sweat, and testosterone. The voice had taken the empty stool to my right.

"I hate being the first to show up anywhere," he continued, so sure of his hypothesis. "You feel like such a jackass."

The shift from first to second person was reflexive and unintentional. This is how his kind talk. To confirm, I refocused my attention away from my drink to his face. I was unsurprised by what I saw: a white, early twenty-something male with a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses resting on top of his head. His light brown hair was mussed in a calculated way that required far more product than neglect. He was broad-shouldered in his I'm-so-secure-about-my-masculinity-that-I-can-wear-pink Lacoste polo. A popped collar brushed against his ruddy rugby-player cheeks. Without looking down, I knew he had flip-flops on his feet.

Dude. He looked like he was named Dude.

It could've been worse. Plenty of guys renounce Dude's scruffy preppy aesthetic and take to the sidewalks of this town wearing gaudy madras shorts, striped button-downs, and pastel sweaters knotted around their shoulders, like illustrations straight out of the first edition of The WASP Handbook. Earlier today on the way to the bar, I spotted a yachting, lockjawed specimen wearing green twill trousers (a corny word, but the only one that fits) with tiny ducks embroidered all over them. Tiny ducks. I almost pointed and shrieked, which is something I hadn't done since first grade when I got smacked in the back of the head for screeching at a man with cantaloupe goiter in the frozen-foods aisle of the supermarket.

Dude wasn't hot. He wasn't not. As with most guys of his privileged station and prep school pedigree, Dude was put together well-- blandsome-- which is all he needed to get laid on a regular basis. He was inspecting me inspecting him, a bemused expression on his face. He lifted himself up ever-so-slightly on his faded denim haunches, a gesture that indicated that he'd give me only a few more seconds before writing me off as embittered, boyfriended, or otherwise impenetrable.

"Hmmm," I murmured. Then I sipped my drink and tried not to wince as the alcohol scarred my windpipe.

Dude settled back onto his stool. My indifference intrigued him, as all romantic impediments do. It's been scientifically proven. The harder the conquest, the more you want it. It's called frustration-attraction.

"So, you know, when we noticed you"--he thrust his carefully disheveled hairstyle toward a table in the corner, where three identically dressed dudes were pretending to drink beers instead of watching us--"we figured that one of us should come over and keep you company until your friends arrive." The fact that his friends were still sitting over there, instead of cockblocking him over here, suggested that money had exchanged hands before Dude made his approach.

"Twenty says I'll get her number."

"I'm in."

"Me too."

"Dude, you are so owned."

"Hmm," I said again. I wasn't about to let him know that I was being stood up.

"So where are they?" he asked. "Your friend?"

It wasn't an unreasonable question. I was, after all, a female sitting conspicuously alone in a bar, drinking alcohol on a Saturday barely past 11 at night. Girls who looked like me didn't drink liquor by themselves in bars, apparently. Granted, I was a little flattered about this unsaid assumption. I was, after all, wearing a mid-thigh black dress and gold strappy heels. As long as he didn't ask about the fight I was engaged in to resist putting this on (even though I lost), I was good.

"My friends aren't here," I said, since it was the truth. "Just me."

My first cryptic yet intelligibly human response (which was a surprise since I was close to drunk) made him break out into a smile. His teeth, it almost goes without saying, were thermonuclear white. Too fake.

"I'm Dave," he said, extending a gentlemanly hand. "And you are...?"

"I'm Jenn," I lied, trying not to blush. But the alcohol was helping a bit. "With two n's."

"Two n's?" Dude was emboldened by my two multi-syllabic replies in a row. "And how do you defend this blatant overuse of unnecessary consonants?"

Dude thought very highly of himself, and he considered this comment the be charming as hell. As a female, I didn't have to play along in the same way. Just sitting there, seemingly agog at his patrician charms and in possession of a functional vagina, really was the only participation required on my end. And yet I couldn't stop myself.

"I need two n's," Jenn-with-Two-N's continued in a trilling, buzzed voice. "Because one's naughty and the other is...."

"Nice?" he offered.

"Or not," I mumbled, shooting the rest of my Gin and Tonic down my throat. I called to the bartender to get me another one.

Dude laughed really, really hard. He thought I was being ironic, which I was. But he was unaware of the full extent of this parody playing out before him. I was seriously and really getting drunk.

"Why haven't I seen you around here before?" Dude asked, his tone colored with amusement.

"I don't usually go to bars, you see," I slurred, dropping my chin into my hand.

"I didn't think so," he commented.

I gave him a look and shot the whole drink down my throat in one long gulp. It was starting to burn less. Bella Swan was a puker, but Jenn-with-Two-N's could handle her liquor. Dude lifted his finger to alert the bartender that we'd like another round.

I stared at him, shocked.

He knew I was a little (ok, more than a little) woozy, so he was going to get me even more drunk?

But then I thought about how I was stood up. About how Alice and Rosalie were forcing me to try out other guys when they didn't do the same. How I hadn't talked to Edward since the day at the post office.

I didn't really take note how Dude slipped something into the drink.

The drink was calling to me. I needed to be numb from the emotions, if only for a little bit, so I willingly slugged some more in my mouth.

"So you don't work around here? Live here?" he queried, taking a sip of his Stella Artois.

"No," I replied in a slur, "and no."

"So if you don't mind me asking," Dude said, cracking his knuckles in such a way that required him to flex his lats, delts, and pecs, "what are you doing here?"

"I... don't... know." Each word was a mystery unto itself. Why was I here? I could be at home, talking to Edward on the phone.

Dude smiled, because he thought I was joking. But it was a tight smile, one that betrayed his concern that I might be a bit of a nutcase, a drunken one-night stand not worth the psychotic hangover. He asked a question designed to get a better sense of what he was dealing with.

"Breathe!" I blurted, taking another drink. "I breathe, eat, sleep, all that stuff!"

I stood up on my two unsteady feet and wobbled away from him. First of all, I wasn't about to let that stupid preppy college boy wanna-be take advantage of me when I was vulnerable, and second of all, I needed to call the evil pixie.

But there was one thing I needed.

I turned around and wobbled back to the bar and picked up my drink. "I need this, thank you very much," I blubbered, trying to focus on his now shifting form. "Stop moving so fast!" I chastised.

"Wait, where are you going? Can I get your number?" he called after me when I turned away. I flipped him the bird over my shoulder and walked shakily to a remote table.

I used my wiggly fingers and typed in Alice's number, but accidentally hit a few wrong buttons. "Ah! Shit, come on!" I yelled at my phone in proper drunk-girl fashion. I finally got the right number and held the phone to my ear, waiting impatiently for Alice to pick up.

"Alice speaking!" the pixie chirped into her phone. I finished the rest of my drink before speaking.

"That devil," I said, my voice colored with unwilling amusement and hostility. "That bastard stood me up! Pick--" I paused to burp and uttered Oh!, "me up or there will be pay to hell!"

I paused again and realized I said pay to hell and not hell to pay. I burst into giggles. "OOPS!" I shouted into the phone, my chortles the loudest thing in the bar besides the music.

"Bella," Alice said, her voice concerned. "Are you... drunk?" Her voice was careful and slow, as if I was retarded.

"Um, I think you are right about that--" I started, but all of a sudden everything was so loud. There was a big buzzing noise in my head, causing me to gasp. I pulled the phone away from my ear and glared around the room. "CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET?! I'M TRYING TO SPEAK WITH MY FRIEND HERE! STOP THE BANGING!"

I gave the room one last glare, looking at their startled faces and smiled. "God, it's so loud in here!" I shouted, squinting my eyes shut and laying my head in my arms.

I heard Alice's voice yell something but I didn't register what it was, because the scraping and banging was getting louder. I opened my eyes and saw that no one was doing anything, just sitting around and giving me annoyed looks. I shut my phone off and stuffed it in my purse, holding my hands over my ears and squeezing my eyes shut.

"Stop!" I cried. It was loud. Much too loud. There was tingles going up my spine and my face felt like it was on fire. Now the tingles felt like spiders crawling up my arms, up my legs and my shoulders.

I don't know how long I sat there, begging for them to be quiet, but suddenly I was up. Off of my chair, and floating into cold air. The air felt nice, really, on my flaming face and it made the crawling spiders disappear. I shifted my head to the left and snuggled my head against whatever was keeping me afloat, smiling. This thing smelled very familiar and very nice. I inhaled more of the delicious scent and sighed.

"Bella," I heard a velvety voice call. It was laced with concern and worry. I dragged my eyelids open and looked around; I was indeed outside in the November air. I looked in confusion to the right.

Ah. There was, of course, Edward carrying me. His glorious angel's face was contorted in concern. I smiled and patted his cheek, murmuring, "You are so pretty." I dropped my head and smiled; everything looked upside down, now.

"Look, the trees are sideways," I giggled, turning my head to the left and looking as far down as I could. My hair was hanging up in the air... the air was grovel! I panicked and sat up again, earning a chuckle from Edward because of my mood swing. Oh. It was because Edward was carrying me and I let my head drop.

"Oh when the saints! Go marching in! Oh when the saints go mar-ching in," I sang, baffled by my choice of song.

"Bella... I think I should bring you home," Edward said soothingly, probably freaked out by my drunk-ness.

I quickly sat up and hugged him closer to me, as if that would keep him from taking me home.

"No!" I shouted, shaking my head frantically. "It feels good out here. Just let us stay here for a bit."

Edward's impossibly green eyes were reluctant and wary but he nodded, eying me doubtfully.

"If it will help," he said, his eyebrows pushed together. I nodded and closed my eyes.

The buzzing in my head had gone down a bit, and every time I inhaled Edward's scent, it went down even further. I was still drunk out of my mind and I kept belting out into song, but Edward was patient with me and held me in his arms in the soothing cool air, chuckling once in a while, stroking my hair back and pressing his lips onto my forehead.

And before I knew it, everything went... black.


"She's been intoxicated, I'm afraid," was the first thing I heard. The voice rang a bell in my head. Not familiar, not unfamiliar, but very appeasing. Very soothing. I smiled a bit.

"Maybe I should have brought her home right away." Another voice. This one I knew right off the bat was Edward. I always knew when Edward was there. His voice was dripping with concern and shame. I wanted to open my eyes and comfort him, but it seemed as if there were weights glued to my eyelids. I couldn't open my eyes and I was only half-conscious.

"No, you did the right thing by keeping her where she was and calling me. Bringing her home would have done nothing but take more time for me to get there," the first voice said in a consoling tone.

"I know," Edward said, still distressed. "But Carlisle, I want to know who drugged her."

I tried to wake up, wanting to tell them what I remembered. But even then, my struggles to wake up, I didn't really have a clue what happened. Who was with me and why. I felt an odd urge to giggle and sing again. I repressed the feeling and listened on.

"We can't know that, son, until she wakes up. But for now, we did all we needed to. We just need to wait."

With that, there was silence. I couldn't help but fall asleep again.


EPOV

One word has been on my mind since that originally boring day at Ruby Tuesdays.

Correction: One name has been on my mind.

Bella.

When I first saw her, I was amazed. Sure, I've found women attractive before. Not the way I found Bella beautiful, though. I preferred not to use the terms 'hot' or anything like that. It just didn't fit well with me. She was just so very innocent; any other words than beautiful or gorgeous or anything in that manner shouldn't be used at all to describe her, in my opinion.

Her long chocolate brown hair went down to about her waist. She was a very petite woman; very short, but not as short as her friend Alice. She had those subtle feminine curves that showed how much of a woman she was. Her pale skin always seemed to glow. And her eyes. I always found myself getting lost in those deep, chocolate brown orbs. It seemed as though every time she looked into my eyes, she was looking right at my very soul.

Making her blush was one thing that amused me. It wasn't a very hard thing to do. I loved watching the pink color her pale cheeks, making her look even more lovely than usual. I was beginning to get used to seeing her look down self consciously, hiding her eyes from me, and her face flushing the most flattering color of red. Her thick fringe of long brown lashes always cast a shadow down her cheek bones, making her look endearing.

It certainly saddened me to know that Bella didn't think she was very attractive. Someone that beautiful shouldn't think so poorly of herself. If she only saw what I saw, and everyone else for that matter, she wouldn't always be so self conscious all the time. I would sometimes see her looking at me in a pained way, as if someone like her didn't deserve someone like me.

To me, it was the other way around. In my past, I wasn't exactly what you could call 'innocent'. If anything, I didn't deserve Bella.

Bella had the most expressive face that I've seen yet. Most of her emotions played across her face clear as day, much to my delight. She was different then most of those girls who craved attention. Bella didn't exactly care too much everyone else thought of her, as far as I could tell. There were many times when I find myself wishing that I could read her mind. See, with other people, they seemed... predictable. It was as if I already knew what they were thinking, and the things that came out of their mouths didn't exactly impress me too much. If they edited what they were saying from their thoughts, that didn't seem much of a matter to me, because it would mean the same thing.

But Bella... she was unpredictable, that much I was sure of. When she thought about what she was saying before saying something frustrated me, but I didn't show it. I didn't want to scare Bella off. I don't think that she realized that she was editing what she was saying, but I certainly did, and it didn't make me too happy. I wanted to hear what she had, straight from her heart.

Lucky me, she had an expressive face. I could tell if she was irritated, happy, sad, etc. I always found myself wondering what upset her if she seemed unhappy, wanting to fix it for her. And when she laughed or smiled, I wanted to find out what exactly made her smile, and make her smile again.

Her smile lit up her whole face, making her even more beautiful, if that's possible. It was contagious. If she smiled, I smiled.

And the way she smelt; it made her more attractive. She smelt of freesias, probably my favorite fragrance now. If I told Emmett that, no doubt would he accuse me of being obsessed.

Ok. Maybe I was.

Was it so bad that all I thought about was her, and when I was around her, I was always attentive to what she was doing, readying myself to catch her if she fell?

Emmett would accuse me of being a stalker.

I didn't want to admit that I basically fantasized about Bella when I wasn't busy. And I'm not going to lie and say that everything I think about that includes her is innocent. Some of them: innocent enough.

But he would accuse me of being perverted.

I chuckled at the thought of Emmett pointing an accusing finger at me, whilst chortling the whole time. He didn't realize that I could say the same to him. He constantly talked about Rosalie, and I was sure he was starting to have wet dreams.

Emmett and I weren't the only ones. Jasper was now checking his phone every minuet ever since he gave Alice his number, always having this faraway look on his face. Emmett and I suspected that he was fantasizing about Alice. I didn't give him as much crap about it as Emmett did.

And I never imagined that something that felt so real to me happened so fast. When I first asked Bella to ditch Ruby Tuesdays with me, I thought I was being too straight forward. To be honest, I didn't really think through my question before I blurted it out. Bella's beauty was just too dizzying....

To my pleasure, she accepted it. We just hit it off. I always felt like I've known her my whole life; we just had so many things in common. We never had those awkward silences, and if there were and silences, they were comfortable. I always felt perfectly content when I was in Bella's presence.

When I took Bella out on our official first date, I found myself getting caught in her voice, eagerly listening to every word she had to say. I was always amazed with her; she wasn't like any other woman I've known. She made me laugh and smile, never wanted to leave her presence, to marvel at her beauty and out-of-the-norm personality.

And when we first kissed? An explosion of fire works.

If I was being honest to myself, I had to admit this was getting out of hand. My dreams were filled with Bella -- and only Bella. She was all I thought about.

I shook my head. I needed to try out Emmett's advice he once gave me, to try and think about something less appealing.

Back in high school, I was once a much more different person than I am today. I've always known the effect on people, women in particular, though it wasn't something I enjoyed too much. Like I had once said to Bella; people don't know me by just looking at me. They couldn't just think that I was such a great guy, just because of how my face looks. High school... I was adolescent. I didn't know much of anything of the world, and that everything wasn't about girls or popularity. When my parents sent me to a new school, much different from the one I was used to, I'll admit that I was a little afraid of what people would think of me. Typical. Doesn't every child in school want to be noticed, and not hated?

The people who gave me most attention were the girls. The guys seemed to like me because of how well I played sports, or how well I did with women. Even then, I didn't necessarily get what was so great about getting all of the girls, or how far you threw the football. I just went with the flow. Jasper was already part of the football team, and Emmett joined as well. We were pretty much the... object of their obsessions, if you will. I soon grew shallow, using women as if they were pieces of dirt.

Oh boy did I stop. Not only did reality hit me hard in the face back then, but my parents also had to talk some sense in me. I realized that it wasn't about how well you rank in the social pyramid at school, nor how far you throw the football. I was disgusted with myself. I even said sorry to every woman that I've treated like dirt. I had to get everyone to stop calling me the name about some nonsense of bedding every woman I met. Because, truth is, I was a virgin and still am.

My past wasn't something that I was too proud of. Once I finished high school, and went on to college, I erased my adolescent past and moved on to the future. My goals were no longer about women or sports. Studying to become a doctor became my everything.

I just didn't know that I would meet a women who actually had the possibility of stealing my heart. It certainly wasn't something that I expected.

The phone ringing snapped me out of my musings.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi, Edward, this is Alice," the voice on the other line chirped almost nervously. I frowned.

"Hello. What do you need?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

There was a pause. She hesitated, as if I were the right person to be calling and then responded, "It's Bella."

Upon hearing her name, I snapped to full attention and asked her what was wrong.

"She's drunk out of her mind and her date stood up her up," Alice explained, her voice placating for some reason. "I need you to pick her up because I'm a bit busy at the moment. If either Rose or I could do it ourselves, we would."

"No, no," I reassured her, already picking up my coat. "Where is she?"

"Out at a bar," she replied and gave me the address. We said goodbye and hung up.

As I got into my car and started the engine, I thought. Who was this person Bella was going on a date with? Why was she going on a date with someone? Not that I owned her, but if she wanted to go out somewhere, she only had to ask me.

Unless she was... not interested?

I shook my head. I wouldn't bother her with this until the time was right. Bella already had enough to deal with and there wasn't much I could do with her feelings about me. I did not control her and I respected her opinions either way.

Once I pulled into the parking lot, I cut the engine and hurried into the bar. The bar was almost empty, I noted when I got inside. It was dim and there was an odd moaning sound coming from a table in a corner.

My eyes zeroed in on the woman at the table, her hand over her ears and her expression so pained that it broke my heart. And once I realized that it was Bella, I darted over to her and pick her up, holding her bridal style. She didn't seem to notice that I picked her up, so I took the moment to worry over her.

She had her eyes closed tightly, her face contorted into discomfort and pain. I frowned and looked at her dress. Would she really dress up like this for her date? And who in their right mind would stand Bella up? I couldn't tell. I noted her shoes and frowned again. She didn't like to wear heels. All of this was totally going against Bella's standards.

It wasn't that she didn't look beautiful. Was she lovely? Intensely so. I had to control my desire I got from just looking at her. But I didn't want Bella to be uncomfortable, and I'd imagine this wasn't what she'd willingly wear. I pressed my lips together in a tight line as I wiped some smudged black under her eye. She had been crying.

I became alert when Bella started to stir. "Bella," I said gently, nudging her arm.

I watched warily as she opened her eyes and she stared at me. Her wide brown eyes were full of desire as she looked at me, but I couldn't help but notice her dilated pupils. I frowned. She picked up her petite hand and patted my cheek, murmuring, "You are so pretty." I almost chuckled, but I was still worried.

Bella then dropped her head and started mumbling some nonsense about the trees being sideways and giggling. I watched her with one eyebrow raised as she tilted her head every which way and, when she dropped her head back, she panicked. I chuckled, pressing my lips into her hair. I wouldn't drop her. She was very light.

When she burst into song, I stressed. She should get some rest.

"Bella... I think I should bring you home," I said, wincing as I noticed my voice was laced with concern. I didn't want her to be freaked out.

She scrambled up and hugged me to her, her arms around my waist and embracing me tighter than I would have every thought she was capable of.

"No! It feels good out here. Just let us stay here for a bit."

I watched her, seeing her expression get serious and I noticed that she seemed to be calming a bit. Was it the cold air that seemed to be soothing her?

"If it will help," I said, eager to make her happy. But I didn't know if this was the right thing. However, as she closed her eyes and started to sing again, I pressed my palm against her forehead and noted the fever had gone down just a bit. So I contentedly sat on the hood of my car and held her in my arms, chuckling once in a while at her song choice.

Soon her beautiful voice lowered, and then she stopped singing altogether. Her breathing slowed and she snuggled into me slightly.

I smiled tenderly, watching how the moon cast a hauntingly lovely glow to her pale skin. Her lips were swollen slightly and parted. I brushed my thumb over her pouty lower lip and kissed the tip of her nose, awed by her beauty.

But I thought about how she was here for a date. I felt my lips pull down into a tight glower, wondering why the hell she needed to do that. If Bella wasn't interested, then I would accept it. However, the lucky bastard to date her would not get a kind look from me. Not one. Or maybe one, just to make Bella happy.

I shook my head from my thoughts and carefully pulled out my cell phone, trying not to jostle Bella. Although I doubted she would be woken up, she was so deep under already.

I dialed the number that I haven't called for weeks.

"This is Dr. Cullen," the voice said on the other line. Carlisle. I smiled.

"Hey, Carlisle," I said. Carlisle and I were very close, it was just that since I met Bella, I hadn't talked to him for weeks. I felt a little guilty and hoped he didn't detect the sheepish tone in my voice.

"Hello, son," Carlisle said, his voice pleased. "How are you these days?"

I cleared my throat, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in my cheeks. I didn't usually blush. "I'm doing fine," I replied. "But I do need your help."

There was a pause. "What do you need?" he asked, concerned.

"Well...." I started, feeling awkward. I never really did fully tell him about Bella. "The girl I mentioned to you once. Bella. She's kind of... knocked out and when she was conscious I noticed her pupils strangely dilated. I know that she was drugged but...." The thought of someone drugging her made me scowl but I kept my voice under control.

"Tell you what. Bring Bella to your house and I'll be right over to check on her," he announced. I thanked him and hung up my phone.

When both Carlisle and I were at my house, I watched as he lay her on my couch and checked her pulse, eyes and a few other spots. I felt a bit stupid, standing there and doing nothing. I mean, was I not training to become a doctor myself? I mentally slapped myself.

But I was only just in the middle of it. I was still cheering at the memory that it was still the end of the semester and I was on break.

I had to have someone professional to check on Bella. I wasn't as experienced as Carlisle was and I wanted Bella to be in the hands of the best.

After I stressed some thoughts to Carlisle about Bella, he reassured me that she was just fine.

"So how are things between the two of you?" Carlisle asked, packing up his gear.

I opened my mouth to respond but Carlisle's pager went off. He checked and looked at me, his face regretful.

"Sorry, son, but duty calls," he said wryly. "I'll call you tomorrow. Your mother would like to speak to you, too." I nodded in understanding, knowing I haven't spoken with my mother either, trying to mask my guilt. I hugged Carlisle and showed him out.

As much as I was infatuated with Bella, that shouldn't have gotten in the way with my relationship with my parents. I made a mental note to make it up to them.

"Shit," I muttered to myself as I thought about the present. Bella was drugged, that was for sure. I knew for a fact that Bella had yet to wake up for quite a few hours, possibly not until the morning.

I felt anger boil in me as I thought about the punk that did this to Bella. Obviously, he meant to bring her home and take advantage of her body when she was unconscious. That is considered rape. From the evidence it seemed as if he wasn't an aggressive guy if he let Bella walk away without trying to grab her and take her into his care when she was weak and so drunk.

Probably a college kid who did it on a regular basis and wasn't used to his victim having enough strength to walk away.

I smiled tightly as I watched Bella chest move up and down with every breath. I was, of course, proud that she had the will to walk away and know what would happen. But I wasn't close to surprised. This was Bella and I knew her to be different.

I filled my cheeks with air and blew out noisily. I glowered at the floor and pressed my lips together, wondering what jackass was still out there, most likely intending on doing this to another helpless girl.

I flickered my gaze over to Bella's dozing form. Her shoes were off but her dress was still on. I stood up and hovered over her, hesitating. Should I change her or not?

I decided not to, not wanting Bella to wake up and feel uncomfortable with me, maybe even angry. Since she might not be interested in me any more, I grudgingly decided to sleep on the couch.

There was no knowing what was going on in that mysterious head of Bella's.


A/N: EPOV!! I KNOW!! I'm not that good at his POV so if you don't like it, just let me know and I will continue on only doing Bella's POV. I just thought you guys might like to get a look into his head and past, what he feels about Bella and such. I will still mainly focus on Bella's POV since I'm more comfortable with that, but when you want his POV up I will attempt to do it. And before you guys review and say something about how I wrote something about college and doctor-training or whatever was wrong, don't waste your time! I already know it isn't right, lol. PLEASE REVIEW! Can I coax out at LEAST more than four out of you guys? Come on guys, I used to get like, 12 a chapter. I understand it's because I was on heitus (however you spell that), but hey. Do me a favor. I hoped you enjoyed this chapter and remember to check out that story Luminosity! Review my lovelies!

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Lucy