Tanya Denali

After the embarrassing episode between Edward and I on the weekend, I decided it was time to forgive his idiocy. He was only a boy after all; I couldn't blame him for longer than was necessary. I drove to his house on Monday evening. Edward was sitting with his big, blundering fool of a brother, Emmett, on the sofa. I strutted into the room when Esme answered the door. I glanced at her as she smiled at me sweetly. Uhg! Someone was going to have to do something about those crow's feet. She looked about seventy years old.

Edward never took his eyes off the TV. It frustrated me that he never looked at me unless I was speaking directly to him. Every other man in this city couldn't help but stare as I walked past them, but Edward couldn't help but look away. It made me want to scream at him. I'd put on a brave face though. He was the best looking guy I'd ever met, and his family was rich. I'd stick with him no matter what he wanted.

I bounded over to where he sat and jumped onto his lap. He looked shocked, like he hadn't even seen me enter the room. This just made me all the more frustrated. I took his face into my hands and kissed him full on the mouth. He pulled back slightly but I held on tight. He gave in and just let me kiss him, barely moving his lips with mine. I pulled my face back and laid my head against his shoulder.

He was mine, even if he was a shitty boyfriend, he was the hottest one. He made all the other girls jealous of me, which suited me just fine. If only I could get him alone for a bit… I had yet to make that full claim on Edward, even though we'd been dating for more than a year. He said that sex wasn't important to him, that just loving someone was what mattered. Though he'd never said he'd loved me either.

This weekend was going to be the first time me and Edward had sex. I was going to make sure of it; even if I had to tie him to the bed post – though I might do that anyway. It was the Easter weekend, and his parents' were having a big dinner party. I knew that if I could get him to drink just enough champagne… that he'd loosen up. That was all I needed. After all, no one could resist me once I was nude. It was a well known fact. Edward just hadn't given me the chance yet.

"Hey sexy," I said, pulling my face away from his chest.

"Hi, Tanya," He said, rather monotonously.

I tried to kiss him again, but he ducked out of the way, giving me a quick peck on the cheek. That's how it usually went. I guess he was too shy to get so close. I'd help him with that problem.

We sat on the sofa for a while. Emmett got up and turned to me and Edward. He had a big grin on his face. He must have another stupid blonde joke. It had become his habit to tell me blonde jokes every time he thought of one.

"Hey Tanya," He started. I rolled my eyes and looked at him, "How do you confuse a blonde?"

"I don't know, Emmett. Why don't you tell me?" I spat at him.

"Tell her to alphabetize a bag of M&M's" He chuckled, quietly. I felt Edward shake in silent laughter underneath me.

"Why does it work?" Emmett continued. I just raised my eyebrow at him. Edward had stopped breathing, and was waiting for the answer. "'Does 3 come before E, or does it go between M and W?'" He said in a high womanly voice.

Edward burst out laughing, and I glared at him. Emmett bounded off toward the stairs and disappeared, yelling a quick goodnight to his brother.

"Why do you let your brother make fun of me like that?" I asked him, still glaring.

"It's just a joke, Tanya." He said innocently, shrugging.

"Yeah, but still, I'm your girlfriend. You shouldn't let him be mean to me."

He frowned and rolled his eyes.

It was only 8:30 and I didn't want to go home yet. I wanted to have Edward all to myself.

"Do you want to get something to eat?" I asked him.

"I don't really feel like a sit down dinner, plus I ate a little while ago." He shot down my idea.

"Please, Edward?"

"Ok, I'll go get take-out. Just stay here and I'll be back in a bit." He slid me off his lap and headed for the door, grabbing his keys as he went.

I took my phone out, instantly bored. I had to text Laurent. Obviously I wasn't getting any action tonight. I was going to need some tomorrow, just to relive the stress. I already had a message waiting for me. Laurent wasn't one to wait.

Hey Babe, Just wanted to say I miss you. Call me when you need help… taking your mind off things.

I smiled to myself. I had met Laurent when I first started at Duke, last year. He was my French professor; I was taking European culture and was under a lot of stress to do well. After the incident I nearly snapped. Edward wasn't much help in reliving the stress. All he ever did was think about himself and Laurent was there to pick up the pieces. He was just being sweet at first, never looking for anything more, but then I decided I wanted to get more serious. I needed a release from all the tension I was under, and Laurent was there to give it to me. I felt bad at first for cheating on Edward, but the selfish prick was probably cheating on me anyway.

I texted Laurent back, setting up a plan to meet him tomorrow in the staff parking lot. Tuesdays were when he had his afternoon classes off, so no one would catch us.

Emmett fumbled down the stairs – the ungainly idiot – looking around the room, for Edward no doubt. He beamed when he didn't see him, plopping himself down on the couch beside me.

"Hey, when is it legal to shoot a blonde in the head?" I glared at him, fuming.

"Fuck off, Emmett."

He ignored me, "When you have a tire pump to reinflate it!"

I moved to the kitchen, and turned on the TV that was built into the fridge, sitting down at the island / breakfast nook. I flipped through the channels, and heard Emmett run back up the stairs.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I dug it out and flipped it open.

"Hello?" I said; I'd forgotten to check the call ID.

"Hey Baby Girl," a deep voice with a light French accent replied. Laurent.

"What's up?"

"Just wanted to tell you that our plans are a go for tomorrow."

"Is that all you wanted to tell me?" I knew he had something else to say, or he would have just left a text.

"And I just wanted you to know how much I miss those long legs of yours." His voice took on a slightly deeper tone as he said this.

I giggled at him, "I'll keep that in mind, for tomorrow." I laughed lightly again. I'd have to wear a pair of heels or something.

"Oh god, I was really hoping you'd say that." He sucked in a deep breath. Obviously picturing my legs in long strappy heels.

"I'll talk to you tomorrow." I poured on my most seductive tone, hoping he would catch on.

"I'll be waiting."

I closed my phone just as Edward walked in the door, a big uneven smile spread across his face. He set the paper bags of Chinese take-out on the island, still laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" I asked him, batting my eye lashes.

"Inside joke." He said simply.

We ate our food and I left the house a while later, I was just leaving the room when Emmett came barreling down the stairs. I raced him to the door trying to beat him before he could bombard me with bad blonde jokes. He beat me there, standing in front of the door. I glowered at him.

"What the hell do you want Emmett?" I yelled. I swung around, waiting for Edward to tell his brother to leave me alone. He was beaming at Emmett, shaking with silent laughter.

"Why do some blondes have square boobs?"

"I have no idea Emmett, but I'm sure it's hilarious." I said through my teeth.

"Because they forgot to take the tissues out of the box!" He laughed loudly and walked away from the door. I could hear Edward behind me laughing with him. They were so immature. I could hardly wait for tomorrow.