I can see him from where I stand across the room; laughing at something one of his friends said, eyes gleaming even in the semi-dark room, one arm draped across Tanya, his beautiful girlfriend, while the other is holding a red plastic cup filled with beer. Edward Cullen. Star football player at Chicago University and my personal crush.
"Stop staring, weirdo. You look like a stalker." Jessica, my roommate whispers in my ear. I can feel the flush of heat rising up my neck to my face, which probably looks like a ripe tomato right about now.
"Shut up," I say as I turn my gaze away. "I'm not staring." Even though I am.
"Yeah, right," she snorts around the lip of her cup before taking a sip. "I can practically see you undressing him in your head." And by the look that's crossing her face; I can tell she is doing it herself. I laugh as I see her licking her lips.
"Now who's a stalker?"
She turns her face toward me and gives a dramatic sigh. For all that she is; Jessica is a Drama queen. And a big one.
"He is a fuckhot piece of manmeat. I wanna lick him." She muses and if I wasn't used to the fact that she is a complete pervert – which, evidently, is a perfect match for her drama queen tendencies- I would have probably spat my beer through my nose. I give her my most disappointed look and shake my head, and it would have worked if not for the small smile that tugs at my lips and the amusement in my eyes.
"Like you wouldn't have done it in a heartbeat if you've had the chance." She accuses me with a sly grin and a wiggle of her perfectly shaped eyebrows.
"Where's Angela?" I ask in a weak attempt to change the subject of our current conversation, which caused a very vivid image in my head of Edward Cullen laying naked on my bed, and as I look at Jess, I know my face is red again.
"She texted me about twenty minutes ago that Ben was on his way to pick her up. They're probably fucking in the backseat of his car. Lucky bitch."
"Jesus, Jess," I say as I feel my eyes going wide. "Do you need a cold shower or something?"
"I need a guy to fuck my brain straight." and I laugh as she huffs and looks completely disappointed.
"What about that guy you went out with a couple nights ago?" I ask as I frown, trying to remember his name. "Josh, right?"
"Don't. Even." She waves a dismissive hand in the space between us, "I think he was a virgin. Worst three minutes of my life." and I couldn't contain my laughter even if I tried.
I take another sip from my now lukewarm beer and just when I'm about to open my mouth to offer my… condolences? Sympathy? Consolation? Whatever it is you offer to a horny girl that's had a long period of unwanted celibacy, followed by a miserable one night stand; Ben and Angela appear in front of us, completely blocking my view of Edward.
"Ange, move," Jessica says as a way of greeting and slightly pushes Angela to her side, like she can read my mind. "you're blocking Bella's view of Edward Cullen." she snickers and finishes off her cup of beer number whatever.
"Can someone find her something to grind on before she explodes?" I roll my eyes and turn in Ange's direction.
"I'm about two minutes and another cup of beer from grinding on you." she point at me and laughs again at my expression.
"You're done drinking." I say and after a moment I add, "Forever".
Angela laughs and shakes her head before taking Jess's cup from her and giving it to Ben, who takes it without question and walks away to find a trash can of sorts, and as Jessica and Angela start arguing about how much Jess is really drunk – the answer is: very much- I return my gaze back to Edward.
The first time I saw Edward I nearly choked. Jessica had dragged me to a football game and when she pointed him out to me, tall and mouthwatering in his football uniform on the side of the field – tight white pants that heighten his muscular legs and bright bronze unruly sex hair blowing in the slight wind- I nearly inhaled my gum, I could hear her laughing as I wheeze for air as she swats at my back.
I can still hear Angela and Jessica argue as I shamelessly notice the way Edward looks in black jeans, that are definitely defying gravity by the way they hang so low on his hips, and dark green dress shirt stretched ever so slightly over a defined chest and broad shoulders, my eyes climbing up to his ridiculously angled jaw and soft pink lips; and as my eyes land on his, he's staring right at me and I'm pinned to my spot by brilliant green eyes framed by long black lashes that I'm sure every girl would kill for. I can't tear my gaze from his even as I feel the familiar heat of my blush creep up to my cheeks and I can see his lips part slightly; and suddenly I'm thinking I wonder what his lips taste like and what would his lips feel like on me. Way too soon, our little moment is over when someone walks up to him and pats him on the back, handing him a new cup of beer, pulling him into a conversation.
I take a breath and turn with my whole body toward Jessica.
"Whatever, Angela, it's the fucking w-" She is in the middle of a sentence before I cut her off.
"Hey, Jess," I say as I peel off my jacket and bag. "Can you hold these for me for a sec? I gotta use the bathroom." and I don't wait for her answer before I dump my things in her empty hands and bolt up the stairs and down the hall for the bathroom.
I'm overthinking. I know I am. But I can't stop overthinking about the way Edward's eyes looked staring right at me, how his mouth opened slightly, like you do when you gasp in surprise. Or maybe fear. Or lust. No, that can't be it. Definitely not that one. And I'm being stupid because I don't really know him. I know only what other people happen to tell me -Jessica- and from his Facebook page –mostly football stuff that I don't really understand and pictures taken by his girlfriend- but nothing real; like what's his favorite food or what movie he likes to watch when he's sick or a million other things that makes him who he is. And really, I hate the fact that I like him because he's hot; because that's just really shallow and I'm trying my best not to be a shallow person; Even though I obviously am. But I still overthink because apparently I know nothing else.
I stand in front of the little sink with the mirror and as I wash my hands I'm starting to feel tired, and even though it's only ten pm on a Friday night looking for a towel – and failing to find one- I decide to head back to the small apartment I share with Jessica. I'm wiping my hands on my jeans as I walk out of the bathroom when I hit what I'm sure is a brick wall; my breath is stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat and I'm sure I'm going to have a hot date with the floor when I feel someone pulling me up, one of my wet hands finds something to grab on while I feel two warm hands holding my hips in place, both feet on the ground.
"Oh my god; I'm so so sorry." I frantically say as I look up when I am met with Edward's green piercing eyes. The hand I have on his forearm tightens and I think I might be in shock for a second. He is so close. He is so close I can feel his breath on my skin; He is so close I can smell the beer on his breath; He is so close that if I take a deep enough breath my chest just might graze his.
I gasp when I feel the hands he has on my hips tighten in response to my own hand, his hands slightly pulling me closer to him.
"Are you ok?" he whispers, the sound of his voice pulling me out of the trance I'm in. With sheer willpower that I have no idea where I muster I take a step back and let go of him.
"Yeah, I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz I shouldn't be let out in public." I mumble. Edward's laughter is like nothing I've heard in my life. Full belly laugh that makes you smile when you hear it, his eyes crinkle as he laughs. He has dimples. I want to put my finger in the deep in his cheek.
"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you or something?" I ask him in concern.
"Are you kidding? I play football, I barely felt you. If it's worth anything by the way, I think you should be let out in public." Edward says with a crooked smile. Heat floods to my cheeks again; my head spinning and I might not be breathing.
"I- uhm.. thank you for catching me." I say running a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath.
"I may have a concussion. I was sure I walked into a wall." my eyes widen, my hand flying to my mouth in shock. God, can I be any more embarrassing? But he laughs again, at what I said or my reaction to myself, and for a second it's worth it because I get to hear him laugh and see those dimples again.
"You're funny." he chuckles lowly, something between a laugh and a pleased rumble, "How come I haven't seen you here before? Is someone really not letting you out in public? Because I can hide you."
When I look up at Edward's face with every intent to apologize again he's looking at me with a look I have never seen before, eyes slightly hooded, lips parted, tongue slightly darting out; my breath catches again because I think I know what this look means even though no one has ever looked at me like that. I blink twice and close my eyes to clear my head and stop this spell he has on me and I can feel his breath on me again. My eyes fly open and he's so close again. I want to touch him so bad.
"I – thank you again. And I'm sorry. Again." I mumble as I round him and fly down the hall and down the stairs and look for Jessica and Angela. They're standing at exactly the same place, but now Ben and his friend are standing around them, Jessica flirting with one – or maybe two- of them.
"Bella!" Jessica yells; another beer in hand.
"Who let her drink?" I ask and grab her cup, handing it to a random guy, she giggles and leans on some tall guy with sandy blond hair and blue eyes, he's handsome but he has kind of a baby face that looks odd with his muscular body, who doesn't seem to mind the fact that she's drunk so much. I think I recognize him from my literature class but at the moment, I don't care.
I take my jacket and bag from her and take my car keys out, holding them in my hand.
"Ange," I say to get Angela's attention. "I'm heading back home. Can you do me a favor and drop Jessica off?" I give her my best puppy face and she folds. I say my goodbyes to the girls and walk out of the frat house the party's in, heading out to my car in a daze.
I don't allow myself to think about my little encounter with Edward Cullen. He was obviously drunk. But the look on his face is haunting me; the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips, the way his eyes seemed to darken, becoming even more breathtaking. Suddenly, I have a striking image of Edward looking like this lying above me, going in and out of me with a demanding rhythm.
I open all of the windows in my car, letting the cold air wash over me. When I reach my apartment, my lips are blue and my panties are wet.