Chapter 13
Bella's POV
Earlier that day…
"C'mon Bella! Don't be such a prude!" Alice exclaimed.
You see, Alice wants to go clubbing, which would mean that we have to go all the way to Seattle. I really didn't feel like going to the club, especially after what happened with Tom.
"No, Alice. You guys are free to go, just let me stay."
"B, don't be such party pooper. If you're worried about Edward, don't. He's not coming."
That's even better! I'd be fifth wheel, and I didn't want to face Rosalie yet. Also, it was strange that she wanted to go to the club, which she never wanted to go to. In fact, a few weeks ago we talked about going to a house party somewhere in Forks that was happening tonight.
"Please?" she begged and gave me her puppy dog eyes, which she knew I couldn't say no to.
"Fine! But I'm not happy 'bout it," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, yeah. Go take a shower."
I sighed and got up from my bed to do as she said. After I was done with my shower, I walked into my bedroom to see Alice rummaging through my closet and Rosalie sitting by my desk, looking through my photos on my MacBook. Well, I guess she came in when I wasn't in the room. I still haven't talked to her since Friday. I was too ashamed that she was right about my date.
"Rosalie…" I started to say. She looked up from my Mac.
"I'm really sorry about Friday. I should've listened to you," shock and sadness were written on her face.
"Rosie," "Bella," We said at same time.
We laughed a little.
"You go first, Rosie," I knew that she loved when I called her that.
"B, I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have yelled at you. Also, I didn't mean the words that I said to you, you're not a slut. You're everything but that."
I looked at her and gave her a huge hug and said "Rose, you had all the right to stop me and I should've listened to you."
She pushed me away and looked at me.
"What? What happened?"
So I told her and Alice, who now was listening about the date. I told them about the movies, the restaurant, how Tom hit me because I didn't want to kiss him, and how I ended up unconscious because of that. I also told them that Edward saved me somehow.
Of course, they were upset and angry but they didn't seem surprised.
"What!" Rosalie screeched.
"Tell me where he lives!" Alice shouted.
I somehow talked them out of killing Tom.
Then they wanted to tell Emmett and Jasper about this, but I talked them out of that too. However, I had to promise to go shopping with them. After that was settled, Alice did my makeup and Rosalie did my hair.
When we were done, I looked into my full length mirror. I have to admit that I looked sexy. My hair was done in soft curls, and my make-up was a black smoky eye with blood red eyeliner. I was wearing a shiny black one shoulder dress with a long pearl necklace and black pumps. Rosalie was wearing blue jeggings, a stripe roll collar blouse with Gucci pumps and a gold chain necklace. Alice was wearing a black shiny tunic with pink open toe pumps and leopard earrings. We did a few photos in the mirror before we made our way to Alice's yellow Porsche.
After three hours of driving, we were parking the car in front of the club called 'Eclipse' where the guys, including Edward, were standing there. I turn towards the girls that promised that he wouldn't be there. Suddenly, I didn't feel so well anymore. The guilt was eating at me. I felt terrible about yelling at Edward to go away and suddenly it became too much.
"Alice…"
"I don't wanna hear it, Isabella!" she said, pushing me forward. I glared at her but walked towards my brother and his two friends.
"Wow, don't you girls look hot?" Emmett said. I just rolled my eyes and looked at Edward who was staring at me. I blushed and looked at my feet.
"Are we going in or not?" Emmett said from behind me.
We all quickly said yes and made our way to two huge guys who were dressed in black, guarding the entrance to the club.
When they saw Rosalie and Alice, they let us in without checking our IDs, which wasn't a surprise. It was enough to just look at those two and these men were getting hard under their trousers.
To my surprise, Edward placed a hand around my waist and walked into the club with me.
I wasn't surprised to see that the club was full with dancing people. We were lucky enough to find an empty table by a wall with a big sofa on one side and two arm chairs. The two couples took the sofa while Edward and I sat on the arm chairs. After a few minutes, Emmett left to get us drinks. Alice, Rosalie, and I wanted WKD and the guys ordered beer. After an hour, each of us had drunk two bottles of WKD and had done four vodka shots.
Alice, Rosalie and I were dancing to an upbeat song. Way too soon, the song changed, and I felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Edward. I smiled and let him place his hands on my waist. I swayed along to the beat with Edward's body flush against mine.
Come here rude boy, boy.
Can you get it up.
Come here rude boy, boy.
Is you big enough
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
Take it, take it.
Love me, love me.
I pulled away from him a little bit, and started to rock my hips faster in time with music. Then I began grinding my hips into his deliberately hard and fast, still keeping time with the music. I let my hands make their way around Edward's neck as our bodies grinded into each other in a way that should be illegal. The song slowed down. I looked up at Edward and met his gaze and we slowed our movements in time with the song.
I like the way you touch me there.
I like the way you pull my hair.
Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking.
No, no.
I like when you tell me kiss it there.
I like when you tell me move it there.
So giddy up.
Time to giddy up.
You say you're a rude boy.
Show me what you got now.
Come here right now.
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
Take it, take it.
Love me, love me.
I pulled away from Edward when the song was finished and made my way to the bar to get something to drink, more like elbowed my way to the bar alone, leaving Rosalie and Alice on the dance floor with their boyfriends. Next to the bar, a tall, attractive guy was sitting down at the end of the bar with an empty glass next to him, staring at something in front of him. In fact, he looked like a guy who was too confident to be a problem.
I looked one more time at the crowd to the dance floor and saw Edward dancing with some fake red-headed bitch and that's when I realized he was staring at her was pain in his eyes and that's when I knew. I headed over to him, I sidled up to him and put a hand flat on his chest to get his attention.
"Hi there," I said and threw him a flirty smile.
"Sorry I'm not here to—"
I interrupted him, "I know. Look to the left over the crowd, on the dance floor. The guy dancing with your girl, I know him. Wanna make them both jealous?" I asked.
We looked back at the girl. Her hair was totally dyed, though I didn't think the piece of man-meat in front of me cared about that piece of information. He glanced up from the bar, taking in the bitch and all her freaking glory, and then glanced down at me, giving me the TA (tits/ass) once over.
"You're way more fuckable than her," he told me diplomatically, probably because the bitch was all the way over on the dance floor area and I was sitting there with my hand on his chest. "And your boyfriend is an idiot."
The worst part of this situation? I was jealous because Edward was dancing with some fake bitch.
The tall guy had totally seen where this was heading, because he grabbed me swiftly around the waist and whispered in my ear.
"You wanna make him really jealous?"
"You're a mind reader!" I squealed at him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.
A perfect dance-with-a-stranger-to-get-the-love-of-your-life's-attention-song was playing as I led him to a strategic spot on the dance floor that would give Edward a perfect view of us dancing.
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
He pulled me up against him, so that we were chest to chest. He slid a leg between mine and used his hands on my hips to pull me as close as possible. He was straddling my leg and I was straddling his. Then he started swaying our bodies to the beat.
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to revert the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
He buried his face into my neck and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck too. Normally, I would never be so forward with a random stranger, but this is what alcohol and serious jealousy can do to me.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face
They're picking up my problem
I'm totally addicted to bass
Then I felt another pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind me, simultaneously pulling me back and building a barrier between my dancing partner and myself.
"I think that's about enough of that, don't you?" I heard his velvet voice in my ear, as his hands moved expertly over my hips, easily pushing aside my anonymous dance partner.
"Sure." He threw me a very provocative wink as he backed away. I knew he was playing it up for Edward, "Thanks for the, ah… enthusiastic dancing, baby."
"Enthusiastic dancing?" Edward muttered, sounding livid.
He started to pull me away.
"Wait! I don't know your name," I said.
"It's Riley, babe," he grinned.
I grinned back, "Thanks, baby."
Edward pulled away from me and gripped my hand to pull me towards the exit. Actually, he pulled so hard that I thought that he'd pull my arm right out of its socket!
"Let me go, Edward!" I hissed.
"No, I don't like the way he's looking at you!"
"So? You shouldn't care! You said it yourself, you hate me!"
"No, Bella! I don't hate you! It's quite the opposite. I-I-I love you, Bella," he yelled in my face before crushing his lips against mine.
ifQ m o X font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black'To my surprise, Edward placed a hand around my waist and walked into the club with me.
I wasn't surprised to see that the club was full with dancing people. We were lucky enough to find an empty table by a wall with a big sofa on one side and two arm chairs. The two couples took the sofa while Edward and I sat on the arm chairs. After a few minutes, Emmett left to get us drinks. Alice, Rosalie, and I wanted WKD and the guys ordered beer. After an hour, each of us had drunk two bottles of WKD and had done four vodka shots.
Alice, Rosalie and I were dancing to an upbeat song. Way too soon, the song changed, and I felt someone behind me. I turned around and saw that it was Edward. I smiled and let him place his hands on my waist. I swayed along to the beat with Edward's body flush against mine.
Come here rude boy, boy.
Can you get it up.
Come here rude boy, boy.
Is you big enough
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
Take it, take it.
Love me, love me.
I pulled away from him a little bit, and started to rock my hips faster in time with music. Then I began grinding my hips into his deliberately hard and fast, still keeping time with the music. I let my hands make their way around Edward's neck as our bodies grinded into each other in a way that should be illegal. The song slowed down. I looked up at Edward and met his gaze and we slowed our movements in time with the song.
I like the way you touch me there.
I like the way you pull my hair.
Babe, if I don't feel it I ain't faking.
No, no.
I like when you tell me kiss it there.
I like when you tell me move it there.
So giddy up.
Time to giddy up.
You say you're a rude boy.
Show me what you got now.
Come here right now.
Take it, take it.
Baby, baby.
Take it, take it.
Love me, love me.
I pulled away from Edward when the song was finished and made my way to the bar to get something to drink, more like elbowed my way to the bar alone, leaving Rosalie and Alice on the dance floor with their boyfriends. Next to the bar, a tall, attractive guy was sitting down at the end of the bar with an empty glass next to him, staring at something in front of him. In fact, he looked like a guy who was too confident to be a problem.
I looked one more time at the crowd to the dance floor and saw Edward dancing with some fake red-headed bitch and that's when I realized he was staring at her was pain in his eyes and that's when I knew. I headed over to him, I sidled up to him and put a hand flat on his chest to get his attention.
"Hi there," I said and threw him a flirty smile.
"Sorry I'm not here to—"
I interrupted him, "I know. Look to the left over the crowd, on the dance floor. The guy dancing with your girl, I know him. Wanna make them both jealous?" I asked.
We looked back at the girl. Her hair was totally dyed, though I didn't think the piece of man-meat in front of me cared about that piece of information. He glanced up from the bar, taking in the bitch and all her freaking glory, and then glanced down at me, giving me the TA (tits/ass) once over.
"You're way more fuckable than her," he told me diplomatically, probably because the bitch was all the way over on the dance floor area and I was sitting there with my hand on his chest. "And your boyfriend is an idiot."
The worst part of this situation? I was jealous because Edward was dancing with some fake bitch.
The tall guy had totally seen where this was heading, because he grabbed me swiftly around the waist and whispered in my ear.
"You wanna make him really jealous?"
"You're a mind reader!" I squealed at him, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor.
A perfect dance-with-a-stranger-to-get-the-love-of-your-life's-attention-song was playing as I led him to a strategic spot on the dance floor that would give Edward a perfect view of us dancing.
I got two pale hands up against the window pane
I'm shaking with the heat of my need again
He pulled me up against him, so that we were chest to chest. He slid a leg between mine and used his hands on my hips to pull me as close as possible. He was straddling my leg and I was straddling his. Then he started swaying our bodies to the beat.
It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain
There's nothing I can do to revert the gain
I'm looking down to the street below
He buried his face into my neck and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck too. Normally, I would never be so forward with a random stranger, but this is what alcohol and serious jealousy can do to me.
Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone
My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own
Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face
They're picking up my problem
I'm totally addicted to bass
Then I felt another pair of arms wrap around my waist from behind me, simultaneously pulling me back and building a barrier between my dancing partner and myself.
"I think that's about enough of that, don't you?" I heard his velvet voice in my ear, as his hands moved expertly over my hips, easily pushing aside my anonymous dance partner.
"Sure." He threw me a very provocative wink as he backed away. I knew he was playing it up for Edward, "Thanks for the, ah… enthusiastic dancing, baby."
"Enthusiastic dancing?" Edward muttered, sounding livid.
He started to pull me away.
"Wait! I don't know your name," I said.
"It's Riley, babe," he grinned.
I grinned back, "Thanks, baby."
Edward pulled away from me and gripped my hand to pull me towards the exit. Actually, he pulled so hard that I thought that he'd pull my arm right out of its socket!
"Let me go, Edward!" I hissed.
"No, I don't like the way he's looking at you!"
"So? You shouldn't care! You said it yourself, you hate me!"
"No, Bella! I don't hate you! It's quite the opposite. I-I-I love you, Bella," he yelled in my face before crushing his lips against mine.
Thanks to our beta JewelsMax and our pre-reader Cupcakeriot.