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Part One : Confessions of a Virgin

CHAPTER 20

I sigh and try to swallow the cookie.

Who knew Esme could cook for shit?

I guess everyone has a flaw.

And hers is this abomination she refers to as a cookie.

I feel like I'm trying to swallow a tablespoon of cinnamon.

Which I've heard was impossible.

"Do you enjoy knocking me on my ass?" I ask you.

I'm seriously at my breaking point. I'm starting to wonder if these little meetings are intentional...

Or just a universal sign that my life is fucked.

My money is on the latter.

You appear confused, which I'm starting to wonder is the norm for you.

The beautiful ones really don't have the brains do they?

"Pardon me?"

"Exactly. Maybe if you watched where you were walking you wouldn't knock people over."

Ha, take that, bitch.

I try to continue to be menacing. I've got my glare on, hands on my hips.

If I wore earrings, I'd take those off right about now.

Then you'd know this means business.

But looking at those green eyes just does things to my body.

I need to get myself a shock collar.

Train my body to associate yours with pain.

But knowing my luck, I'd probably get off on the pain.

I see Emmett looking back and fourth between you and me.

Eyeing us like a ping pong tournament.

Curiosity and amusement written all over his face.

He better watch out too. I'm on a war path today.

"Hey, you walked into me." You say, raising your hands defensively.

"No, I was here, and then you tried to occupy the same space, which is impossible by the way, therefore knocking me on my ass. Yet again."

"Listen, I apologize. I never meant to knock you over."

"Sure you didn't. You and your brother are probably going to have a nice laugh about this once I leave, won't you? Your just like everyone else in this shitty town." I say before taking my leave.

I'm not in the mood to argue.

I'm not in the mood to defend myself.

But really, I don't want to know that you really are like every one else in this town.

I've learned its nice living in the dream.

The dream doesn't disappoint.

The dream doesn't hurt.

The dream is safe, and content.

More Edward and Bella interaction coming your way. It may not be what your expecting, but I promise we WILL get there. Have faith in me?

RG