Okay, new story…something different. Well, for me. This is about Skateward and Bladella (that's lame…). It's about figure skating and the artistry and beauty of it. Wrapped in a Twilight bow.
As always, I own nothing. Stephenie Meyer does. Lucky wench…
So, on with it!
Chapter Fourteen: Foundations and Nightclubs
EPOV
I held Bella closely to my chest. She was still wearing my black dress shirt from the night before. Without. Panties. Gah! Her ass was pressed against my morning wood. I could feel her warmth through the cotton of my boxer briefs. I buried my nose in her soft curls, inhaling her vanilla and lavender fragrance. She hummed quietly, nestling closer to me. Her hips rotated and caused my monster to wake up even more.
You know, you could just slip your boxers off and slide right in…
I'd rather my girlfriend be awake and coherent the first time we make love, assholes.
But it's RIGHT THERE! NO PANTIES!
Shut the fuck up.
"Edward? You're mumbling," Bella said sleepily.
"I am?" I squeaked.
"You told me to shut the fuck up. Little hard to do that since I'm asleep," she said, pinching my bicep.
"Sorry, love," I said as I kissed her neck. "That wasn't meant for you. I was talking to myself."
"Okay, Edward," she giggled as she turned around to face me. "Riveting conversation?"
"Oh, always," I said as I brushed her hair from her face. Just cockblocking us, moron. "Are you ready for our show today?"
"Not really. I am really stiff. I need to do some hardcore stretching," Bella said. "Especially for our Avatar routine. I'm like pretzel girl in that."
My phone chirped from the nightstand. I picked it up and saw a new text. "Alice apparently has been trying to get in touch with you for hours," I snickered. "She needs to do your hair and makeup."
"I forgot. I turned off my cell phone last night," Bella said. "Did she say what time?"
I held up my phone to her. Alice had texted NOW in bold letters. Bella grumbled and got out of bed, padding to the bathroom. Meddlesome little fairy. I got up and pulled on some work out gear. I poked my head into the bathroom, informing Bella that I was going to head down to the gym. She gave me a smile from the shower, telling me to have fun.
Um, sure…
Getting sweaty and gross is my idea of a grand old time.
We'd rather get sweaty and gross with Bella, between the sheets.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my iPod and headed downstairs to the workout area. Rose was already on a treadmill. Her blonde ponytail was bobbing as she jogged. "Hey Brit," she said, adopting Alice's nickname for me.
"Hi, Rose," I said as I stepped onto the treadmill next to her. "How was your flight?" The treadmill picked up speed and soon I was keeping pace with her.
"Flight was fine," she answered. "Alice was like the energizer bunny on crack and Carlisle was reading some thick book in Russian or something. He's a weird dude. I can't believe that he's Alice's father. He's so reserved and quiet and she's…"
"Not," I snickered. "Is Alice more like her mom?"
"No. Carmen is this easy going woman. Completely rolls with the punches. Alice is a planning guru," Rose laughed. "It's scary. I think Emmett is close to proposing soon and I just know that Alice is going to want to control EVERY single aspect of MY wedding. And she won't take no for an answer."
"You could always elope," I suggested.
"My mother would cut off Emmett's penis if I did that," Rose said with a sardonic grin. "She wants to see me walk down the aisle in this poofy white dress, escorted by my father." Rose wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"I'm guessing you don't want a poofy white dress?"
"No. Give me slinky," she winked. "Speaking of weddings…when are you proposing to our girl?"
"Um, not for awhile. We've been together for less than three months, Rose," I said.
"But you want to, right?"
"I do," I answered. I do…heh heh…can we make love our future wife, now? "It's just not the right time. It seems rushed. We still haven't slept together. Well, we sleep together but not…"
"You haven't made love?" Rose squeaked.
I shook my head. "I don't want to base our entire relationship on sex. I love her, Rose. I want to show her how much I love her. If it means we wait, than, so be it."
"Please tell me you've done more than just kiss," Rose said dryly.
"Yes, Rosalie. I won't tell you what, but we've progressed past kissing," I laughed.
"Good. No wonder Bella has been so relaxed. Regular orgasms have done her a world of good," she snickered.
I hopped up on the rails of the treadmill, staring at Rose. She kept running, giving me a sly grin. "I cannot believe you said that. On that note, I'm going. I need to do some stretching."
"Come on, Edward. Don't be a prude," Rose guffawed.
Yeah, Edward. Don't be a prude. You gave her an awesome orgasm last night. With your tongue.
I picked up a towel and rolled my eyes. Rose's loud, snorting laughter was filling the hallway outside the workout room. I went upstairs to shower and stretch for our performance today. It was at two, with call time being at one to go over bows. I was almost at the room when I heard a tinny piano playing. I furrowed my brow and stuck my ear against the door. It was my composition that I wrote for Bella. Apparently she had recorded it. "Carlisle, I want to use this for our long program. It's so beautiful, romantic and completely us."
"I don't know, Bella," Carlisle hedged. "It sounds similar to the lullaby."
"No, it doesn't. The lullaby is more lilting. This has a subtle edge to it," Bella argued. "It matches our skating style: lyrical, exquisite and yeah…please?"
"I'll make some arrangements to get Edward into a recording studio to lay the track down," Carlisle sighed. "I want to hear it. Really hear it. Right now it's too tinny because of the speakers of the cell phone. It has PROMISE but I'm not going to make any definitive responses. Besides, what if Edward doesn't want to skate to his composition?"
"Oh," Bella murmured.
I blew out a breath and opened the door. "Hello?"
"Edward!" Carlisle said. "How was your workout?"
"Okay. I'm going to do some stretches," I smiled. "Everything alright?"
"We were discussing some music choices for our long program," Bella said. "I recorded your song from last night. I'd like to use it for our routine. If it's okay with you."
"Um," I said, a blush covering my cheeks. "Can I think about it?"
"Of course, Edward," Carlisle said as he clapped my shoulder. "I'll see you guys downstairs in a couple of hours, okay?"
"Thanks, Carlisle," Bella said. Once Carlisle left, Bella grabbed her toiletry bag and went toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"Alice needs to make me beautiful," Bella said with a tight smile.
"You're not mad about what I said, are you?"
"No, Edward. I'm fine," she said as she kissed my cheek. "You are a sweaty mess. Shower, stinky boy." She turned and left the hotel room, going presumably to Alice's room to get beautified. I stripped out of my workout clothes and hopped into the shower. I scoured my body and shaved my face carefully. I attacked the mess on my head, putting in some gel to make sure it wouldn't flop while I was skating. I put on my skating pants and grabbed the garment bag with my two shirts. I placed the bag along with my skates by the door and watched some television. My phone chirped and it was a text from Carlisle.
Be downstairs in five – Carlisle
I made sure I had all of my things and headed down the lobby. Alice and Rose were talking to Bella. Bella's hair was in soft curls cascading down her back, dangling from a ponytail. Pinned in her mahogany locks was the decoration for her Avatar costume. I slipped behind her and kissed her neck. Bella leaned back and turned to kiss my nose. Alice was bouncing on her toes while Rose looked like she was going to vomit.
We loaded up into the limo that was provided by the foundation and drove to the United Center. Once we got to the United Center, we laced up our skates to go over the bows for the show. Fifteen minutes later, we were done and were able to get dressed for our first routine. We were doing the Avatar routine first. Bella and I mentally went through it. Then we stretched each other out. I was always so surprised at how bendy she was. I mean, I'm no slouch in the flexibility aspect of our sport, but damn. Bella can bend herself in half, and then some. After our stretches, Bella went to put on her costume. I just needed to put on shirt. I slipped off the fleece I was wearing and put my bedazzled shirt over my shoulders. I was listening to the song that we were performing to in my iPod. I faintly heard a knock on the door. Since we had no quick changes, our 'entourage' was watching the performance with the rest of the audience. I opened the door and found a very nervous Charlie standing outside, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," I said as I ushered him inside. "Bella's getting ready. We're on fifth and twentieth."
Charlie slipped inside and sat down on the chair near the mirror. He appeared to be very nervous. "How have you been, Edward?"
"Okay," I smiled. "How are you?"
"Eh," he shrugged. "Avoiding the ex-wife. She's gone off the deep end, I tell you."
"Has she contacted you?"
"No, but my attorney told me that she is representing herself for our divorce proceedings and is fighting for everything," Charlie said with a frown. "We don't have much, but Renee thinks she's entitled to it. Even what Bella has earned."
"She can't take that from Bella, can she?"
"No. Bella and her accountant are the only ones who have access to her accounts," Charlie explained. "Anyhow, I'm not here to raise a ruckus. I'm here to support my daughter and her boyfriend."
"Thank you, Charlie," I smiled as I held out my hand. Charlie shook it, giving me a gruff smirk. Bella came out of the changing area and was adjusting her dress. She looked absolutely beautiful in her turquoise dress. Her face was sparkling and yeah, I wanted to rip the dress from her body and have my wicked way with her.
Not a wise thing to do with her father standing right there…AWKWARD!
"Daddy?" Bella squeaked.
"Hey, Bells," Charlie said as he held open his arms. Bella fell into them, eagerly accepting his hug. "You look good, kiddo."
"Thanks, Daddy," Bella breathed, tightening her hold on her father. "How long are you in Chicago?"
"I fly back with you guys tomorrow," he smiled. "Anyhow, I wanted to give these to you, Bells. And see you wow the audience with your beautiful skating." Charlie gave Bella her flowers with an awkward kiss on the cheek. "Do good out there, kiddo."
"I will, Daddy. You're here," she said, her voice thick with emotion. He patted her cheek and left the dressing room. Once the door was closed, Bella hugged her flowers to her chest. "I can't believe he came."
"Why wouldn't he?" I asked as I caressed her cheek. "You look beautiful, by the way."
"You look incredibly dashing in this," Bella said as she ran her hands over my shirt. "It makes your eyes look sea foam green. No matter what I wear, my eyes are always the same color. Brown."
"Bella, your eyes are beautiful. They are the perfect shade of brown, with gold close to your pupils and a touch a green dabbled inside," I said as I put my arms around her waist. "They lighten slightly when you're excited or nervous. They darken when you're turned on. Ah, they're getting darker now…am I turning you on, baby?"
"Shit," she whimpered. "Yes?"
I ran my nose along her jaw line, inhaling her soft, floral scent. My hands glided down her back and took purchase on her ass. Her hips thrust against mine and her voice was moaning. "Keep it up and I won't be able to skate, love."
"You're driving me nuts, Edward," she whispered. "How can you do that with one look? One touch?"
"Because I'm the shit," I snickered against her soft neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear.
"You are a shit," she said as she smacked my chest. "Come on, hornball. Let's go skate."
I kissed her neck and we went up to the ice level. A men's skater, Eric Yorkie, was currently on the ice skating to some Fly Leaf song. It was very abstract and bizarre. Bella and I shared a look that said it all. What the fuck? Once Eric was done, he bowed to mediocre applause. Eric exited the ice and sprinted to the dressing rooms. Bella and I skated onto the ice, lacing our fingers together. "I love you, Bell."
"I love you more, Edward," she said as she squeezed my fingers. She rose to her toe picks and kissed my lips chastely as the announcer called us onto the ice. We moved together and made our way around the rink. We glided to our opening positions and waited for the music to begin. With the lullaby, Bella did a solo skate. For this routine, it was all me. Bella held her position as I glided around her. I did some footwork and moved into a spiral sequence. Before I knew it, I was doing my Tano Lutz and landing near the boards. I skated back to my girl and twisted her in my arms as the first chorus piped through the sound system.
Her hand rose elegantly to touch my face. On her face, she held a look of complete serenity and beauty. I cupped her face as I dipped her. I righted Bella and took her hand. We glided along the ice, moving and building up speed. I threw her into a split triple twist. She smiled triumphantly as I placed her on the ice. I grinned happily at her expression.
We moved into our side by side camel spins, dropping to sit spins. We stopped our spins and I stared into Bella's eyes. I caressed her cheek before pulling her into an overhead hand to hand lift. I hefted her easily above my head as I slowly spun. She flipped out of the lift and landed with her back to my chest. With a few pumps and crossovers, I prepared an inside edge death spiral. With a flourish we separated and began to build up more speed for our side by side triple toe loop jumps. We landed them cleanly and did our footwork. The routine was coming to an end. It couldn't have gone more smoothly.
For the final part of the routine, I gathered Bella in my arms and dipped her, leaning her across my knee as I glided to a stop. Bella gazed up at me. "That was awesome, Edward," she said quietly.
"It's because we're an awesome team, Bell," I murmured. I leaned down and kissed her sweetly before we took our bows. The audience was going completely mad. We waved at the fans before we exited the rink to change into our Fever costumes.
The rest of the show went well. Fever went off without a hitch. Bella and I totally played that up to the audience and they enjoyed it. We did our final bows and waited in the green room before the finale. It was not like the Vegas show. It was just us doing our signature move: concussion sit spins and taking a bow.
The show was finally over and we headed down to our dressing room. Alice was already waiting for us, bouncing on her toes. She grabbed Bella's arm and led her into the changing room. "Your clothes are on the chair, Masen. We're going to dinner with Daddy and Charlie." The door clicked shut and I removed my skates. I noticed my clothes on the chair. It was nothing that I packed. I picked up the jeans and a piece of paper fell out of the pocket.
Courtesy of your friendly neighborhood fashion fairy godmother!
"Oh lord," I said as I rolled my eyes. I stripped out of my black skate pants and into the new jeans that Alice had brought for me. I removed my shirt and let myself cool off. I was moderately sweaty from the finale and I didn't want to put on a new shirt, sweating all over it. The door opened and Alice slipped out.
"Holy shit, Brit," Alice squeaked. "Put your shirt on. Bella may like your pasty tattooedness, but I don't."
"Pasty tattooedness?" I snorted. "Excuse me for being pale. Would you rather I have skin cancer because I'm out in the sun? Bald from the chemo?"
"No. Your hair is too pretty, Edward," Alice said thoughtfully. "Get dressed."
"Sir! Yes sir!" I said as I gave her a salute. I pulled the black t-shirt over my body and put on some fresh deodorant and cologne. Alice went back into the dressing room. Bella was grumbling as Alice was pulling her out of the changing area. She was wearing a pair of checked Capri pants, yellow tank top and gold accessories. Bella's hair was removed from the ponytail and was teased in wild curls. Alice was wearing a pair of gray shorts and a turquoise shirt. She was bouncing on her toes. Like usual.
She's got her own inner pogo stick…it's amazing. Maybe Bella can borrow it when she's riding YOUR pogo stick.
I'll ask.
SCHWING!
Did you just say schwing?
Yes we did. Fuck you.
"Come on! The Foundation is giving us transportation to Tufano's," Alice said. "Apparently it's the founder's favorite restaurant."
"Before we go, Edward and I need to stop to speak with this guy, Alex. We want to donate some of our own money to this foundation," Bella said. She picked up her purse and we headed out of the dressing room. Alice assured us that our clothes from the performance would be placed in the garment bags and deposited into the limo. We found Alex. He was an adorable gay man whose energy rivaled Alice's
Okay, he could so kick Alice's ass with the energy he was rocking.
Anyhow, we each gave him a check for the foundation. He hugged us fiercely. Well, he tried to kiss me saying that I reminded him of his straight boyfriend, his gay boyfriend's step brother.
Huh?
I lost it at 'straight boyfriend.' Whatever…
Bella grabbed my hand and we headed to the limo. Scrambling into the stretch Hummer, we drove to Tufano's. It was featured on Diner's Drive-ins and Dives from the Food Network. It was a family owned restaurant that came highly recommended by everyone that we spoke to from the foundation. I was excited. I had actually heard of it. I was dying to have their Chicken Picante. I couldn't wait. I was doing my Alice impersonation with my own pogo stick.
We pulled up to the restaurant and were seated immediately in the back of the dining room. The owner, Joe, came over and offered us the best wine. He also said that our meals were paid for, courtesy of the foundation and the founder. We ordered our meals and talked about our performances. Charlie was shocked at how well we skated. I mean truly shocked.
"I've never seen you perform so well, Bells," Charlie said as he sipped his wine. "You and Edward were so graceful and beautiful on the ice. It was like you were skating your feelings for each other. Even with the Fever routine, which was totally kitsch. You still had this respect and adoration that was portrayed in your movements."
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my father?" Bella asked, arching a perfectly sculpted brow.
"What? It's true," Charlie said.
"I agree with your father, Bella. Your connection with Edward is nothing short of remarkable. It's like you've been skating together for years and not for a few months," Carlisle said.
"It's like we share a brain," I said. That garnered a few chuckles at the table. "Laugh all you want, but I've never felt this connected with a partner before. I don't know if it's because we're a couple in addition to being partners…"
"No, it's more than that," Bella said as she laid her hand on my thigh. "Yes, our relationship off the ice helps with the trust factor, but it's our skating styles. They blend well together and we can anticipate what the other is doing."
"I think it's because you love each other," Charlie said, his brown eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Dad!" Bella crowed, blushing a deep crimson.
"Bells, I can see by the way you look at each other," Charlie said. "A blind man could see the love radiating off of you two."
"It's true," Alice said, with a wink. "And nauseating."
"We are not nauseating, brat," Bella snarled playfully. "You and Jasper are more gag-worthy than Edward and me."
I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Dr. Thong." Bella laughed heartily and kissed my cheek.
"What's so funny, Bells?" Alice asked.
"Nothing," Bella squeaked. "An inside joke, right, baby?"
"Very inside joke," I snickered.
"Do you want to wear pink ruffles, Edward Anthony Masen?" Alice threatened.
"I'm comfortable in my sexuality that I can wear pink ruffles," I said, puffing out my chest.
"It would clash with your hair," Rose said. "Pink and redheads don't mesh."
"Well, damn," I said, snapping my fingers. "Too bad, so sad."
We all tucked into our meals. The servings were huge! Alice kept staring at me, trying to figure out what I said to Bella that made her laugh. I just smiled as I tucked into my Chicken Picante. Alice's stares turned to glares. "Edward! Come on! Tell me!"
"I'm sworn to secrecy," I snickered.
"And it's the best secret, ever," Bella smiled.
"You know too?"
"I told him," Bella said. "The secret, that is."
"You both suck!" Alice glowered.
"Oh, chillax, fairy," Rose laughed. "You can't know everything. Perhaps it has something to do with your good doctor…Am I right?"
"It does involve Jasper," I said as I sipped my wine. "But that's ALL you're getting."
Alice scowled and put her arms over her chest. Carlisle patted her head as he laughed. Alice swatted at her father's hands, giving him a glare.
Our meals were finished and we were offered dessert. Bella and I gladly accepted it. We had skated off all of our calories and needed to replenish. After our desserts, we rode back to the hotel. Charlie headed up to the room that he was now sharing with Carlisle. Alice and Rose wanted to go to a club. Bella and I were starting to crash from the performance. After much debate, we decided to take a nap and then head out to a club in Chicago, Excalibur.
Bella and I fell into bed. I set my alarm for eight and we curled up next to each other. It seemed like as soon as we fell asleep, the alarm was going off. I grumbled and heaved my sore body from the bed. In addition to the alarm, there was an incessant knocking on the door. I pulled it open and saw Alice standing outside. She thrust a garment bag into my hands, saying it was for Bella. She also said that I had a shirt in there too. I arched my brow and thanked her.
Bella was burrowed in the blankets, groaning slightly. "Can't we just stay here and cuddle?" she whined.
We can do more than just CUDDLE…Just sayin'
We can wait a month, morons.
A MONTH! What the hell?! We're going to shrivel up and die here, Eddie.
No, you're not. Stop it.
"Tempting, love. Extraordinarily tempting. But, Alice dropped off our clothes apparently," I said as I dangled the garment bag off my finger. Bella's nose wrinkled adorably and she crawled out of bed. She unzipped the bag and groaned. "What?"
"Alice knows I hate halter dresses," Bella said as she pulled out a salmon colored chiffon halter dress. "It shows too many of my scars. I don't want people seeing that."
"Bella, you're beautiful," I said as I tossed the dress on the bed, gathering her in my arms. "I know that your scars bother you, but they're barely noticeable." I traced my hands down her spine, running my fingertips over where her scars from that brutal attack occurred. "Besides, you have a gorgeous back and I love being able to touch your skin, love."
"I have a gorgeous back?" Bella snorted.
"Yes. You do," I said as kissed her jaw, slowly moving down her neck. Bella's fingers danced up to my hair and she tugged on my bronze locks. "You also have exquisite legs, alluring eyes and the most beautiful soul, Isabella. I love you. Scars and all."
"Oh, Edward," she whimpered as she looked up at me. Her eyes were filled with tears. "That's…I love you, too…" She jumped into my arms and I picked her up, holding her to my chest. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I could feel her warmth through her yoga pants against my crotch. I bit back a groan.
Now, he gets it. Can we PLEASE get it on?
Bella's phone shrilling from the nightstand finally broke us apart. I put her on the ground and she danced to the phone. She barely had picked up the phone when Alice's shrieking filled the room. Bella didn't even continue to listen. "We need to get ready. The evil fairy has deemed it so."
"Yay," I said dryly. Bella grabbed her dress and went to change in the bathroom. I pulled on my jeans and the shirt that Alice put in the garment bag. I would have liked to take a shower. But, we were going to a club and probably get all sweaty and gross. What's the point? I just put on extra deodorant and cologne before attacking the mop on my head.
Bella came out of the bathroom in her dress. It hugged her curves, falling over the swell of her breasts and flitted away from her waist in soft layers of chiffon. The hem reached mid thigh. It looked no longer than a skating dress and I was over the moon happy about seeing her in it. Or rather, seeing her gorgeous, long, strong legs.
Imagine those legs wrapped around your waist, Casanova.
I am…
I walked over to her, picking her hand and gently kissing her knuckles. "Ready, beautiful?"
She blushed and nodded, tucking her curls behind her ear. I laced my fingers with hers after she handed me her driver's license and credit card. We walked to Alice and Rose's room. I knocked on the door. Rose opened it up. She was wearing a blue and purple halter dress that looked like a Monet painting. Very pretty and soft. Alice was in a hot pink lace shift dress with matching hot pink accessories. Both women handed me their driver's licenses and some cash. I shoved it into my wallet. However, I was covering all of our expenses tonight. They just didn't know it, yet.
To my surprise, Felix was downstairs. He smiled and said that he was driving us to the club tonight. Apparently, Alice had called the front desk for a reliable limo service and Felix showed up. We all piled into the limo and drove to Excalibur. There was a small line to get in, but we sailed through the line. I paid for our admittance, much to the chagrin of Alice, Rose and Bella. I hissed that I was gentleman and no woman would pay while they were out with me.
The women got a table while I went to bar, ordering some drinks for us. Rose wanted a Cosmo. Alice insisted on some foofy girly drink. Bella got a rum and diet coke and I ordered a beer. I carried our drinks back to the table and we settled into relax until we got a buzz going before heading to the dance floor.
While we waited, we laughed at some of the performances from today. The biggest brunt of the jokes was poor Eric Yorkie. Oh, man. He had some major issues. It's not every day that you see a man wearing a bright rainbowed unitard with heavy makeup and feathers in his hair. It's no surprise why he never won any major world competition. He was too bizarre.
A fast song came on and Rose squealed. She tugged on Alice's hands. Alice shook her head as she tipped her foofy drink. Rose looked at Bella with pleading eyes. Bella quickly looked away. "You all suck," Rose grumbled.
"I'll go, Rose," I said.
"Have fun, Edward. Love you," Bella said as she kissed my lips. I hopped off the chair and offered my hand to Rose. She dragged me to the dance floor and threw her arms around my neck. We moved to the beat of the song, laughing and stumbling over the drunk people on the floor. Eventually, the music moved to a more Latin beat and I pulled Rose into a traditional dance hold.
"Just follow me, Rose," I said.
"Ooooooooookay," she said uncertainly. I spun Rose away and led her some basic steps. She caught on quickly. She was a dancer after all. But this was not what she was used to. She was a contemporary dancer. Getting down and dirty was not something that she was comfortable with. She giggled and managed to keep up with me. I dipped her and spun her away from my body. With laughter, we got through the dance and headed back to the table. Alice was still there, slurping up the rest of her foofy drink.
"Where's Bella?" I asked.
"She had to go to the bathroom," Alice answered. "But she left right after you guys headed out onto the dance floor."
"I'm going to find her," I said. "I need to…yeah. I'll be right back."
I waded through the throngs of people to the bathrooms. Even over the pulsing bass of the music, I heard loud voices. Yelling. I turned the corner and frantically searched for Bella. She wasn't in the line for the bathroom, but there was screaming from the women in the line.
"Come on! There's a line out here," one pissed off woman growled as she banged on the door. "Fuck each other somewhere else!"
"Excuse me," I asked as I flashed my smile. "Did you say a couple was in there?"
"Yeah. Some huge guy with dark skin and a petite brunette," she snapped.
What the fuck?!
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door. Could it be Bella and Jacob?
"Stop it!" I heard through the door. "That hurts!" A low growl emanated from my chest. With my leg, I kicked the door open and saw red.
A/N: Don't hate me…cliffie…I really wanted to get this update out tonight since I'm going to be UBER busy for the next few days. Anyhow, what do you think Edward saw? What do you think he'll do?
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