I was just about to tell Emmett to go fuck himself when my cell started to vibrate notifying me I had a text message. I ignored Emmett's eager expression and looked down at my text.

E: Can we talk?

I wasn't sure what I was feeling, I was excited to hear from him, yet frustrated and pissed it took him so long to get back to me.

The first thing he thinks to say is can we talk, what about I'm sorry or I missed you?

J: What the fuck is there to talk about? You made your feelings pretty damn clear that day.

E: Yeah, that's what I want to explain to you about.

J: There is nothing to explain, Emmett punching me in the face while you sat there in silence watching speaks loudly.

E: Fuck J, I told him to fuckin stop. Can you just hear me out?

J: I'm not talking about this bullshit over text. Did you even miss me at all this last week?

E: Of course I did, I still do. Please just hear me out.

J: if you really cared you wouldn't be texting me about this over the phone like a coward, you would be here face to face to talk.

E: That is what I have been trying to tell you. I'm outside your campus building, can we talk now?

I was so taken back by Edward's last comment I almost dropped my phone. I glance across the room to see Emmett was still rambling on about my sister.

"So, what, its okay for you to have a thing with my sister but it's not okay for me to have one with yours?" He challenged.

I just rolled my eyes at his dumb remark and quickly pulled back the drapes from my bed side window.

"Oh, so you're just going to ignore me now?" Emmett went on bickering as I look out my window for Edward.

A huge smile spread across my face as I spotted him leaning against his car, waiting.

He is waiting for me.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, cock sucker." Emmett announced, drawing my attention away from Edward.

I dropped the drapes, moved off my bed and got into his face not giving a shit anymore. He could beat the shit out of me for all I cared but he was going to hear my thoughts on the issue whether or not he wanted to.

"Listen jack ass, my sister is not some little tramp you can fuck and leave. My sister is a woman and deserves a man, not some asshole poser, like you. Yes, I had a deal with your sister, we fucked but neither one of us were looking for anything else at the time. I was clear with my intentions with your sister and she got hurt and I'm sorry I hurt her but she knew what she was getting into with me." I said in one breath.

Emmett sat there dumbfounded with wide eyes, blinking a couple of times in shock with his mouth ajar.

"As for Edward and me, I don't give a fuck what you think is going on or what you think of me but just to answer those unreturned questions you might be having about your friend, Edward is just as much of a cock sucker as I am. Have a nice day dipshit." I replied making my way out the door before he could retaliate.

I was in a daze as I left my room. It was such a high to not only tell Emmett what I truly thought of him but to get everything off my chest. Even though some of my anger was gear towards Edward I didn't feel ashamed going off on him. He deserved it.

He did after all treat me like shit throughout high school. He hasn't been treating me much better as a roommate either. I had about as much as I could take from him. I was two steps away from going to the main office and switching roommates. I only stayed with Emmett for so long on the off chance Edward swung by.

It wouldn't look weird if Edward was visiting his best friend every once in a while but if he was just visiting me, it would be a different story. It would raise a red flag to everyone on our floor considering most the guys there went to the same high school and knew all the clicks.

It wouldn't be long before word would spread that Edward and I had something going on. I didn't care if they did but Edward obviously did. He freaked out on just telling his best friend the truth.

If you can't even trust your best friend to be there for you, who can you trust?

I made my way down the front steps and towards Edward's fine self.

He was looking cool as always leaning his body back against his car, dressed in comfortable fit blue jeans and a gray shirt.

His hair was messy as fuck as if he just rolled out of bed, as if he was toss and turning all night, possibly all week, like me.

His eyes had dark circles underneath, as if he had trouble sleeping or hasn't slept in quite some time.

His chin had dark stubble coming from it, where he had not bothered to shave.

Even at his worst he looked fuckin edible.

I wanted to seal the space between us. I wanted to feel his body against mine again. I watched to kiss him crazy and feel his unshaven face scratch my clean smooth one.

I wanted to yank his hair in frustration as well as in pleasure. I wanted to hear him gasp in surprise with a little bit of pleasure and pain mixed in.

I wanted to bite his lip harshly, make him whimper and moan and beg for more. I wanted to feel his slippery, playful tongue battle against mine.

Fuck, I just wanted… him.

I kept a good distance between us, worried of my own reactions if I got to close to him.

Edward moved his body off his car and took a couple steps closer to me. There were still a couple feet between us so people wouldn't think there was something going on between us but I was still close enough to get a whiff of Edward's heavenly scent. He smelt like spicy cinnamon.

"I'm sorry okay?" He said after a moment of silence between us.

He was giving me the sad puppy dog eyes.

He nervously bit his lower lip much like I had imagined doing to him, as he placed his manly hands in his jean pockets waiting for me to start talking.

When I didn't respond he withdrew a hand from his pocket and began running through his wild locks, yanking at the ends frustrated.

The worst part was Edward didn't even know what he was doing or the effect it was having on me.

"Damn it Jazz, say something!" He shouted upset.

I was a goner after that. I should have told Edward off for his lack of effort in telling Emmett about us, his lack of effort in contacting me for a week, but I didn't. Instead I took hold of his free hand and pulled him into a dark space between two buildings, slamming his back against the brick wall.

"Owe, what the f…?" Edward voiced before my lips covered his in a passionate kiss.

I ran my hands through his locks, tugging him closer to me. He moaned against my lips, his hips excitedly grinded against mine. I kissed him as hard as I could for as long as I could. My lips would be bruise but I didn't care I wanted to get my message across.

Edward tapped my shoulder, moaned and struggled to break free. I gave a hard bite to his bottom lip before parting from his mouth.

"Owe!... (pant)… Jesus… (pant)…J… (pant)… you trying to kill me?" He stressed, touching his lip to make sure it wasn't bleeding.

I rested my forehead against his as I tried to catch my breath.

"You know… (pant)… Sometimes… (Pant)… I really hate you." I voiced before moving away from him.

I watched as Edward went from disturbed to shocked to crying hysterically. It took me back, I figured he would admit he was wrong, I never thought he would break down and cry.

"I'm sorry. I know I'm screwing it up and I don't know why. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me." He sobbed.

I couldn't help but smile at his comment. I whipped his tears away and leaned in and captured his lips again, this time in a soft, sweet kiss.

Edward sank into my form when he realized I wasn't trying to hurt him.

We made out tenderly, considering that our lips were ultra-sensitive thanks to my rough style.

I caressed a cheek of his with one hand and held his other in mine, giving it a light squeeze as our lips stayed locked, and letting out the occasional sigh in contentment.

I broke from his lips once satisfied and gave him a tight hug, though thrown off at first he wrapped his arms around me as well.

"You're the best thing I ever had too." I whispered near his ear as we hugged.

On cue his weak hold tightened on me.