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Thanks to my pre-reader Irish-Sidheseer for being awesome. :-) This chapter is unbeta'd for now, so any mistakes here are mine.
Previously...
Edward meets someone from Bella's past which has Bella a little more than worried. Edward is a bit confused how to act when he sees her at his club later, but all is mostly okay, until one of his employees makes a move on him, causing him to question himself.
~*BLUR*~
*BELLA*
SEVENTEEN YEARS OLD – SENIOR YEAR
Why am I here?
Cause it's your senior year and you've basically gone through four damn years of high school as a hermit.
Oh…right.
I walked through the rooms of the regal mansion, rap music and shouting blaring in my ears. I'd already been here for an hour and forty minutes, and I still couldn't figure out what I was supposed to do…except drink.
What exactly did people do at parties like these?
All week there had been talk of a crazy party. People would randomly shout, "Party at Cullen's – Friday night!" Throughout the four years of my reserved high school existence, I'd never thought twice about going to one of the wild parties my class got involved in. I had Jazz to hang out with, and that was enough.
On nights when we knew there was a party, we'd go to his house, order two boxes of stuffed crust cheese pizza from Pizza Hut, and watch Jerry Springer. We always prayed it'd be an episode where a guy found out his new girlfriend was really a transgender man, or some fourteen year old girl was pregnant with her boyfriend's sister's baby daddy's aunt's neighbor's plumber]s child who actually turned out to be the boyfriend's long lost brother.
I'd never had the desire to leave my little tight knit duet, but…I don't know…maybe it was because I was a senior now and hadn't had many social experiences, but I felt the need to step out a little, to take a bit of a chance.
So, here I was, alone, partially intoxicated, standing in a big house with a bunch of people I'd never even conversed with. And this was no ordinary big house. Oh no. This house belonged to the parents of Edward Cullen.
Edward Cullen.
Even his name alone sounded like pure sex in my head.
It was no secret that Edward was one of the most popular boys in school and sought after by almost every girl. Unfortunately, and unknowingly, I was one of those pathetic girls. But I couldn't help myself! He was just so gorgeous, and sexy, and…
UGH! Get a grip, Isabella.
See, the thing was, Edward Cullen barely—if not at all—knew who I was. Even though we had lots of classes together and would be partnered up occasionally, he never even acknowledged my existence, other than those times we were forced to communicate. I was fairly certain he didn't even know my name. Yet…I still craved him.
Oh, how I torture myself.
Continuing to take in my surroundings, I located the exact mop of messy dark hair I had been thinking of less than a minute prior. My heart fluttered at how together and how blasé he was…and he was just walking, for Christ's sake. So…hot.
I followed him with my glazed over eyes as he threw an empty beer can in the trash and casually slipped into a room. Looking around, I noticed everyone was either laughing obnoxiously at something, or making out with someone. Except Edward…
Why isn't he with anyone?
Normally, he always had a girl. Every month it'd be someone new. He had gone through most of the girls in school…but not me. Why not me?
Because you're invisible, Isabella.
Oh…right.
But I so wanted it to be me! As demeaning and shameful as that sounded, I wanted to be Edward's girl. I constantly dreamed of what it would be like to have Edward look at me the way he looked at half of the girls in school. But alas, I was just some transparent, ripped up jeans wearing, Saturday morning cartoon watching loser who would draw her feelings with colored pencils named Midnight Sea Blue or Pleasant Time Teal or…Booger Green.
If I had one wish before leaving high school, it would have been to leave for college knowing that Edward had been mine…at least for a second…or two...or FOREVER.
With that greedy image burned in my mind, I found myself stumbling towards the door he had disappeared behind. Every ounce of courage I had seemed to bubble up inside me and shoot out through my arm and to my hand as I knocked on the wooden door. After three knocks, the handle turned and the door flew open.
"I'll be out in just a minute, then it's all your—" Edward had begun to say, until he saw me. He slowly cocked an eyebrow. "Hello…?"
I stared at him with a blank expression. Even though my hands had the courage to knock, my mouth didn't seem to have the courage to talk.
"Uhhh…" he fumbled. "Did you need the bathroom or something?"
Crap, what do I do?
I had no clue what to say to this piece of man meat with beautiful jade eyes, flawless skin, and kissable pink lips…
Finally, I found some words, even if they were a bit slurred. "Actually, I was hoping to talk to you."
He furrowed his brow. "Me?" he questioned. "Okay…"
I walked past him into the bathroom, briefly taking in the marble floor and expensive state of the art shower.
"In here?" he inquired.
I nodded.
He looked around nervously, and then quickly shut the door.
I sighed knowingly. He was embarrassed to be seen with me. It wasn't like I was Miss Popularity. I was Loner Swan. I doubted anyone knew what I even looked like since I was the girl whose bangs practically covered her face.
"So, what is it?" he asked, looking directly at me, appearing eager to leave.
I took a deep breath…and then I couldn't contain myself any longer. I launched at him full force, my lips colliding with his, teeth clattering, while my hands locked tightly around his strong neck.
"MmmphIsabella!" he exclaimed against my mouth.
I continued my fierce attack and tried to force his mouth to move against mine by sucking on his bottom lip, but he pushed me away forcefully, causing me to stumble back into the wall.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! he barked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I…I…" I stuttered, completely stunned at what had just happened. "I just wanted to see what it was like."
"What it was like? What are you talking about?" he seethed, his eyes turning into slits.
"What you were like…"
He became completely still, his face draining of any color.
"I just wanted to be with you…just once," I admitted. I wasn't sure where the courage to say all this was coming from. Maybe it had something to do with being in a small bathroom with Edward...
"You don't know what you're talking about," he spat, staring daggers at me.
I took in a shaky breath and moved away from the wall, inching closer to him. "Yes, I do."
He shook his head, attempting to take a step back, but his back collided with the wall. "No, you don't."
I came right up to him, looking straight up into his eyes. "Yes…I do." In a swift movement, I fell to my knees on the tiled floor and began to unbutton his jeans quickly and aggressively. I just reached for his zipper to tug down, when he grabbed my wrist harshly and yanked me to my feet.
"ISABELLA!" he roared. He looked taken aback by his outburst, and began to look around the bathroom, even though the door was closed and no one else was with us.
"Why won't you let me—" I began to ask.
"Don't!" he whisper-yelled, and released my wrist. "Get out of here, Isabella."
"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.
"Please…leave," he repeated, agitation on his face.
"But…I'm offering myself to you," I said, bewildered. "I was ready to get on my knees and give you head, for crying out loud!" My tone was becoming louder. "I would've taken off my clothes and let you fuck me any way you wanted!" I was beginning to shriek. "And you're telling me to go?!"
He stared at me wide eyed, shocked at my tone. But then, in an instant, his eyes narrowed and his expression turned hard and cold. "I don't want you."
My breath hitched. "What?" I whispered.
"I don't want you, Isabella Swan!" he shouted. He flung open the door, and walked out, leaving me alone.
I stared at the spot he had just occupied, my eyes glazing over.
I had offered myself to him…and he rejected me. The only girl he'd ever rejected.
I don't want you, Isabella Swan.
I don't want you, Isabella Swan.
I don't want you, Isabella Swan.
I don't want you, Isabella Swan.
The words repeated over and over in my head…refusing to stop…taunting me…mocking me.
My blood began to boil, my skin feeling the need to explode. I grabbed the closest thing I could find—a fancy glass toothbrush holder--and smashed it against the wall, a loud crack echoing inside the room. The shattered glass crunched beneath me as I stumbled out of the bathroom and into the bustling flood of people, drunk off their faces, and I began to run until I reached the front door.
One day, Edward. One day, I'll fucking bring you to your knees.
X-X-X-X
PRESENT DAY
As a few tears streamed down my cheek, I walked back onto the club floor with that memory still etched in my mind. Seeing that woman on her knees, wanting to pleasure Edward, while he fought against her, brought back that scarring memory in full force. Me…on my knees…wanting Edward to be mine.
Oh yes, I knew that hussy threw herself at Edward. I wasn't completely daft. Plus, I saw the whole exchange with my own eyes. A normal woman would've misinterpreted the situation, but not me. No, I knew Edward didn't go for those big-titted whores whose only talents were to suck dicks. But, what I did know was if that woman had been a bit classier, maybe shy, quiet, broken…then she would've been his type in a heartbeat.
This, I believe, was my mistake back in high school. I had thrown myself at Edward like a cheap slut on Happy Hour Tuesday's. I had offered myself up as if I were some hookerish buffet. I now knew the reason why he had rejected me in the first place…it was pity. He pitied Isabella Loner Swan for being so fucking pathetic. And now, because of that little peep show in his office, I could see perfectly what I had looked like to him.
Did I still hate him now that I figured out his motives behind rejecting me?
Fuck yes.
In fact, even though that trashy chick had tried to seduce Edward, I actually understood where she was coming from. To many, Edward was irresistible. He was good looking, charming, and he had the whole "I'm here for you" act down pat. How was it some woman's fault for thinking he was great when he appeared to be exactly like that? But they didn't know that it was all a lie. And what a lie it was. It was an absolutely deceitful, insulting, bunch of bullshit.
"Hey, you okay?" Rose asked as I sat back down in the VIP section.
"Mmhmm," I hummed, not offering any of them a smile.
Rose and Alice knew me too well to know that I wasn't okay. I wasn't planning to keep what happened a secret from them, either, but Emmett was there, and it could risk everything I'd already set into motion. After all, Edward was his brother.
"Where the hell is Edward?" Emmett asked no one in particular, completely oblivious to the worried looks Alice and Rose were casting me. "That ass said he was getting drinks." Emmett looked over his shoulder and then abruptly stood in a frenzy. "Uh oh…I'll be back." And with that, he walked swiftly away from us.
Rose and Alice took advantage of his absence and both scooted down the couch closer to me.
"Alright, what happened?" Rose asked. "Did those Go-Go dancing bimbos upset you that much? Because I'm about ready to find a sharp object and deflate their on-sale tits."
I chuckled humorlessly and shook my head. The new addition of the Go-Go dancers in the club were tacky, yes, but they were the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.
"You said you were going to find Edward, and now you come back like this," Alice said, gesturing to me with her hand.
I sighed and moved my head in closer to them. "Let's just say that I had a bit of a blast from the past moment…" I mused.
Rose began to fume. "What did that dickface do?" she questioned accusingly.
"Shh! Let her talk," Alice snapped at Rose.
"I am letting her talk! I asked her a question, and now she's gonna answer it," Rose countered.
"You've wasted about thirty seconds with your questioning," Alice noted.
"And what about you?" Rose queried, her tone rising. "You're wasting time telling me I'm wasting time—"
"Stop," I whined, annoyed. "Goddamnit…" I brought a hand up to my head and rubbed my temple, suddenly experiencing a headache.
"We're sorry," Alice said, though Rose didn't seem to like that Alice had spoken for her because she then elbowed her, which Alice replied to with a stern look.
I rolled my eyes and sat up straighter, then briefly recounted what I saw. They listened and made expressions of disgust.
"I knew these hooter whores where sleeping with them," Rose accused, looking pissed.
"Them?" Alice questioned.
"Emmett and Edward," Rose replied.
"I never said anything about Emmett sleeping with them, and I never even said that Edward was sleeping with anyone here," I clarified. "Don't put words into my mouth."
"Since when do you defend him?" Rose asked suspiciously.
I laughed darkly. "I'm not defending the bastard." I would never defend him in a million years.
Alice grabbed both of my hands and molded it to hers. "Don't think about what happened back in high school. That was then," she advised. "Just focus on now."
"Wow," Rose said in awe. "Might Alice actually be jumping on the Edward revenge bandwagon?"
I smiled for the first time since I'd left to go find Edward. Alice returned the smile and leaned back against the couch. "Maybe," she said casually. "He's sort of a dick, anyway. Especially if he, without knowing it, made our Bella cry."
Emmett and Edward suddenly came back into the VIP section in a flurry, both looking a bit frazzled. Emmett sat down in the chair he had been occupying before, but Rose made no move to return to his lap.
Edward immediately walked over to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up. "Can we talk?" he asked me, but didn't bother waiting for me to reply in protest. He practically dragged me away from our sitting area and to a quieter spot in the section.
I removed my arm from his hold as we stopped, and I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to keep a distance between us. When I finally looked at him, his expression was a mixture of sadness and anger. "What?" I asked a bit snippy. I hadn't meant for it to come off like that, but my voice seemed to be just as annoyed as I actually was, and I couldn't control it.
He moved his hands to rest on my arms, but then quickly dropped it and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry," he said, remorse evident in his expression.
"You already said that," I reminded him. "And I told you it was fine."
"I know," he said, "but I feel like I need to explain to you—"
"You don't need to explain anything," I interrupted.
He seemed somewhat nervous as he began to shift on his feet a bit. "Look," he started. "She…" He pushed his hands into his pockets, as if looking for security, and appeared even more saddened. "There's no one else."
I furrowed my brow and tightened my arms across my chest, but didn't answer him. I wasn't sure what he was saying. Did he mean that none of his other staff members had tried to get in his pants? Because I found that hard to believe.
"I mean, I'm not seeing anyone else…that is, I'm not interested in anyone else," he explained in a low voice. He seemed to be analyzing my face as I remained despondent. "I fired Gianna."
This I had no problem responding to. "You what?" I asked incredulously. "Why did you do that?"
He laughed cynically. "She was my employee and she crossed a line."
Wow, so now he doesn't just ruin people's hearts, he ruins their careers, their lives.
"Anyway," he added, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "She definitely got her say in before she left." He shook his head, getting lost in his own thoughts, and then brought down his hand to undo my arms that were practically about ready to snap off from being crossed so tightly around my chest. I let him delicately hold my hands in his. "Are we okay?"
I nodded as an auto response, but things weren't okay. Not in the least. Were things ever really okay between us? Since I had met him again as an adult, it seemed like it hadn't and never would, which gave me all the more incentive to make sure I finished him off good when the time came.
He gave me a small smile and led me by the hand back to our group, who were trying hard not to look as if they hadn't been eyeing us. Edward sat back down in his chair, and I took a seat next to Alice on the couch. Edward seemed a bit thrown by this, as if he was expecting me to hop back in his lap, but then relaxed and brought his ankle up to rest on his knee.
In the mean time, one of their hookerish bartenders brought some drinks over to us.
"Finally!" Emmett exclaimed, taking a big swig of his drink. "Last time I let you get the drinks."
Edward chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, man."
Alice, who had taken up texting in her phone again, suddenly began to curse softly, which only I could hear. "No!" she whispered-yelled to her phone.
"What the hell is going on with you?" I asked her quietly.
She looked up at me briefly, panic-stricken, and then went back to texting. My phone suddenly made noises, indicating I had a text. I reached inside my purse and took it out.
Jasper is coming in here! I couldn't stop him!
-Alice
My eyes widened. I looked out towards the dance floor and immediately spotted Jasper making his way over to us. SHIT!
Oh, what fucking timing.
SHIT!
Why did he have to come in here now?!
FUCK!
I leaned over and whispered as quietly as I could in Alice's ear, "You need to distract him in any way you can. He doesn't know that Edward doesn't remember me from high school." I pulled away and Alice nodded, but she also looked sort of excited.
Jasper was getting closer and closer and no one, save for me, knew he was nearing. Edward looked over at me, worry lining his expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "You seem a bit jumpy."
I looked at him, hoping I didn't appear terrified. "No, I'm good."
There were a few things that could happen with Jasper present. Edward could somehow bring up the fact that Jasper and I dated, even though we didn't, which would confuse the hell out of Jasper. It would, in turn, show that I lied about my supposed broken heart, which had given Edward ammunition to take me on as his next girl in the first place. But there was something else that I was more scared of over that. Jasper could try to take a walk down memory lane with Edward and then, in the process, reveal who I actually was. The worst part was, this was the only thing I felt I had no control over.
"Hello, hello," Jasper called out jovially as he walked into the VIP section.
Edward, who had been watching me, whipped his head to Jasper. His expression wasn't exactly what I expected. I had expected him to be confused, uncertain even. But he seemed angry…no…he seemed absolutely infuriated. His knuckles turned white as he grabbed on tightly to the armrests of the chair and stared Jasper down as if he was the next Anti-Christ.
"Jasper!" Alice exclaimed excitedly and nervously. "Come sit by me."
I was too panicked to even question when Alice and Jasper started talking and texting each other.
Jasper walked around the couch, passing Edward on the way. Edward followed his movement, eyeing him like he was scum of the earth. What had gotten into him? And it got even worse when Jasper planted himself right smack in between Alice and me.
"Well, hello to you, too," Jasper said sarcastically to me.
I took my eyes off Edward and looked at Jasper, who had a raised eyebrow. "Oh, uhh," I fumbled, distracted. "Hey, how are you?" I tried to sound as normal as possible.
"Yeah, I'm good," he responded. "Alice said you were here, so I thought I'd stop by."
Alice suddenly shrunk back against the couch, and I flashed her a quick dirty look. "Did she?" I asked rhetorically.
Emmett cleared his throat dramatically, causing us to turn our heads. I realized that he had absolutely no clue who Jasper was. For all he knew, some weird ass guy had just came by and flopped down next to us.
"Oh!" I exclaimed in realization. "Emmett, this is Jasper Whitlock. Jasper, this is Emmett Cullen."
"Cullen?" Jasper questioned, and looked and Edward, who was remaining strangely quiet, then back at Emmett. A look of familiarity flashed across Jasper's face. "Oh, yeah! Dude, I remember seeing your picture hang in the trophy case in high school. You're a legend."
My eyes flashed up to Emmett's. Emmett had gone to our school? Why hadn't he noticed me? And why didn't I remember him?
That's probably because he's older than Edward.
That was true. He most likely had been in high school when I was still in middle school.
Emmett smiled cockily and nodded knowingly. "Yeah," he agreed. "Good times. I don't play football anymore, unfortunately."
"Ah," Jasper said, "that sucks." He suddenly looked at me and smiled brightly. "Hey, remember that time we—"
"Jasper!" Alice yelled out, interrupting him and gaining all our attention, the tension in my body beginning to waver. "Let's dance."
Oh, thank the Lord for Alice.
Jasper furrowed his brow in confusion. "What?"
Alice stood and yanked his arm to stand with her. "Yeah, let's go!" She hauled him off without him putting up much of a fight, and I sighed in relief, realizing I just avoided a disaster—at least for now—until he returned. And that was when I prayed that Alice would jump his bones or something to make him forget to come back over here.
I turned my attention towards Edward, who I hadn't acknowledged in over ten minutes, and saw that he was staring out across the club, a frown on his face. I looked at what he was watching so intently, and realized he was glaring at Jasper. "Hey," I said to him, trying to distract him.
He tore his eyes away and onto mine. I offered him a smile, and he slowly returned it, seeming to relax a bit now. I knew I would get a shit kicking from Jasper over this, but it was more important for me to distract Edward, so I stood and settled onto his lap like earlier, sidesaddle. He held his breath for a second, taken off guard, but then wrapped his arms around my waist as he stared up at me.
"Just keep your magic hands in front of you where I can see them," Edward teased. "I don't want to fall asleep again." I laughed and nestled into Edward, resting my head against his shoulder. "Or you could just fall asleep on me."
Been there, done that, I thought to myself, remembering my first date with Edward.
"They abandoned us," Edward whispered in my ear, causing me to shiver at the warmth of his hot breath.
"Who?" I asked.
He chuckled. "Rose and Emmett."
I turned my head the slightest and saw that both the couch and the chair were vacant, and I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I muttered. Thanks a lot, Rose. Some friend you are, sticking by me.
"Better for us," he noted, and began rubbing my back in small circles. "Tell me something."
"Tell you what?" I asked, feeling comfort in the warmth of my body pressed up against his.
"Anything," he replied. "Just tell me something about yourself."
"Hmm," I hummed in thought, and sat up straighter to look down at him. What could I tell him that wouldn't give away too much about me? "I have a soft spot for Will Smith movies." At least that wasn't a lie.
He chuckled. "Really?" he questioned.
"What can I say? I'm a fan of the big ears."
He smiled and began rubbing my thighs absentmindedly, but I sure as hell noticed, and so did my dampening panties. "One of my favorite movies of his is Enemy of the State."
"Yes!" I exclaimed in agreement. "He was brilliant in that. He had to be, especially if he was going to be acting alongside Gene Hackman."
"Surprisingly," Edward started, "they complimented each other. Will Smith wasn't just a tool used for comedy relief, he displayed versatility in the movie, as well."
"Agreed," I said with a smile. "So, you're a conspiracy theorist?"
He chuckled. "No," he assured. "I just like those types of movies that make you think." He reached up and moved my hair off my shoulder and behind my back. He began to fiddle with the ends of my hair. "What about you?"
"I do, too," I replied, and then slid up further on his lap, my ass grazing into, what felt like, a very prominent erection. If he felt any sort of pleasure by me doing that, he sure didn't show it, which provoked my next move. "But sometimes, I really don't want to think." I placed my hands on either side of his face, rubbing the stubble of his jaw with the pads of my thumbs. "Like now." I leaned down and brushed my lips over his lightly, my mouth tingling and sending prickly sensations throughout my entire body. I kissed his lips chastely a few times. He didn't respond, and I wondered why, until his hands found their way back to my thighs. He continued to rub, but this time, a bit higher than before, his fingertips grazing the hem of my dress every so often.
He began to now respond, meeting my lips for short pecks, which then turned into a slightly open mouthed slow kiss that was both sweet and savory all at the same time. I slid my hands up to his hair, tangling my fingers in his soft auburn locks. As our lips continued their dance, I rubbed his scalp obliviously.
"Mmm," he moaned against my lips and pulled away a bit, the corners of his mouth tugging up. "You really are trying to put me to sleep."
I chuckled. "I'm not." At least, I wasn't this time. Last time, he had been poking his nose in my business, so I had to take action. Massaging was definitely my weapon.
"Well, if you want to continue that, at least let me take you to my bed where I'm free to fall asleep without looking like an idiot," he suggested mischievously.
Before I had time to even digest what he offered, an agitated throat cleared behind me, and I reluctantly turned my head around. Jasper was standing alone a few feet away with a volatile expression on his face. It seemed he wasn't sure who to be angry at, me or Edward, because his eyes kept bouncing back and forth between us. Edward buried his face in my neck, and I could hear him quietly chuckle. Jasper's eyes finally settled on mine.
"Bella," he addressed. "Can I please speak with you?"
"No, I'm good," I told him, really trying to play up the innocent act he was used to.
"I think she's okay here with me, Jasper," Edward spoke. It was the first time he even acknowledged Jasper verbally this entire evening.
"I really didn't ask you," Jasper countered.
Oh shit.
An angry Jasper was rare. I had only seen a handful of angry Jasper's in my lifetime. Like the time I forgot to feed his sea monkey's while he was on a week long vacation with his parents. Or the time I had walked in on him wanking up a storm to a Buffy the Vampire Slayer poster. Yeah…that wasn't very fun.
"Well, she said no, so, there's your answer," Edward shot, his controlled exterior beginning to slip. His hand took on a vice grip on my thigh.
And an angry Edward didn't seem to be all that better, even though I'd only ever witnessed it once before. It was as if they were both staking their claims, throwing their wooden clubs in the air. I almost ducked, preparing myself to be clobbered over the head by one of them. Club the Swan first and win a prize: an inflated dick to piss all over her with!
"Bella knows how to speak for herself," Jasper seethed. "I've been witnessing it first hand much longer than you have."
"Yeah, and clearly you did a bang up job there."
Uh oh…
And this was where it would start to turn dangerous if I didn't rein it in right now, and fast.
"What the hell does that mean?" Jasper questioned, his tone rising exponentially.
"Jazz," I interrupted, breaking him from his staring match with Edward. I could feel Edward's breathing unstable against my body. "Can we just talk later?"
Jasper's brow was furrowed and his hands were balled into fists. "That's all you say lately," he remarked. "So, I'm guessing you're dating Edward Cullen now?" His emphasis on his full name didn't go unnoticed by me. He was saying everything he needed to with those two words. He was reminding me of who I was dealing with.
I wanted to say that no, we weren't dating, but that would've given Edward all sorts of mixed signals, and I really couldn't afford that right now, especially with how far I'd come with him in such a short span of time.
"Is that a problem?" Edward questioned haughtily in return, leaning back in the chair. He brought his arms up and placed them on the arm rests, his demeanor equal to that of a wealthy King sitting on his jeweled throne.
Jasper looked entirely fed up, and I could tell he was on his last rope. "Bella, you fucking come here right now," he urged, pointing to the spot in front of him.
"Hey!" Edward growled. "You don't speak to her like that!" He began to stand up, with me still in his lap. Caught off guard, I almost toppled over, but stood up quickly, righting myself. Before this went any further, I pushed Edward back down in the chair. He looked up at me with anger and something else I couldn't describe, something I hadn't seen in his eyes before.
"Stop," I told him sternly as if he were a child, because that was what they both were acting like, to be honest. I spun around and stalked over to Jasper. "You need to leave."
"What?" he whispered. "I'm not leaving you with that crazy ass possessive shithead. What the fuck is the matter with him, anyway?"
I wasn't really sure. I hadn't ever witnessed this type of behavior from Edward before. I wondered if he was like this with all the women he had coerced. "It doesn't matter. Please leave." I began to push him to go.
He pushed against me, and unfortunately, he was stronger than me, so he won hands down, staying rooted in his spot. "You're too good for someone like that, Bella. He's not right for you. Why would you set yourself up to get hurt?" he asked all paternal-like suddenly. "Remember Jessica Stanley?"
I looked away and sighed. "Yes," I replied in a bored matter.
"They went out and then he broke it off with her and she moped around the school for two months. Whenever she'd see Edward with someone new, she'd break down, and he didn't even give a shit!"
I also happened to know that Jessica Stanley gave plenty of blow jobs to the entire football team immediately after she "dated" Edward. Yeah, she definitely was mourning the demise of their relationship.
"Remember Emily?" he added, searching my face with a softness in his eyes.
My face suddenly drained of all its color, and I felt sick to my stomach. If I had eaten something substantial for dinner, it probably would've ended up on the floor right now.
Emily was someone everyone looked up to in the school. She was intelligent, sweet, and hardworking. She involved herself in a lot of the schools activities and became President of the student body in our senior year. When Emily started dating Edward, everyone was surprised. She was far too smart to get involved with someone like him who had a new girl all the time. We all thought that she had to have known that she'd be discarded within a few weeks. So, when she was, it shocked us all how she handled it. For days, she didn't show up to school, but word got out that she had tried to kill herself by driving her car off a cliff. She had, thankfully—as twisted and awful as it sounded—crashed into a tree and survived, but was hospitalized for a month. Edward didn't seem to be bothered by the whole thing, in fact, he continued on dating other girls like nothing had ever happened.
I wasn't sure why I still liked him after that. The whole thing was pretty shocking, but I was young and stupid. My starry-eyed crush blinded me from the truth, which was that Edward really didn't care about anything but his own needs. He would even risk someone's life for the sake of his own temporary satisfaction.
"Yeah, I remember," I whispered, looking down at the polished black floor.
"You still want to stay?" he asked.
I took in a deep breath through my nose and released it slowly as I made up my mind. "No."
A/N:
Since when did Hate Me turn into an angst story? I must've been in a foul mood when I wrote this. Haha. Nah, it was inevitable. Some skeletons had to come out eventually.
I asked last chapter whether you all were starting to feel sorry for Edward. I was surprised to see that some of you were. I'm guessing, with this chapter, it changed your mind or made your outlook on him much worse.
I'm hoping to update next week, but I've been having some personal problems going on and haven't felt all the funny lately to write. I'm going to try my best, though. EPOV is definitely next.
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