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Chapter Two

Lazily walking into Cain and Abel's, I ordered a Heineken from the bar, winked at the cute bartender and scanned the room for a potential relationship. There was a blond sitting with a redhead in the corner, but no. Blond's boobs were too big and fake and Redhead's hair was too frizzy. Moving on.

An attractive brunette that was sitting alone caught my eye. She was reading from some textbook and drinking Blue Moon. So far, so good.

I stood behind her, startling her as I spoke. "This might not be any of my business, but are you seriously reading? In a bar?" I asked the brunette, who didn't look up at me as she spoke.

"Amazing. You're so observant. Tell me, can you see the future, too?"

I laughed and sat next to her, straining my neck to see what she was reading.

"Don't bother. I'm married," she said.

Glancing at her left hand, I saw no ring. "That's cool. So am I," I said too quickly, fully knowing she was bullshitting me.

"Congratulations," she said with zero emotion on her face.

We were both silent after that.

I kept my eyes on ESPN while she kept her nose in her book, barely acknowledging my presence.

I took in her appearance from the corner of my eye: long, wavy brown hair that was pulled back. Nice skin complexion, from what I could see. Great tits with a petite frame. If she would just glance up at me, I could get a look at her eyes. I noticed she wore a name tag and wondered if she worked here.

"Okay, I feel terrible for lying to you." I spoke slowly, trying to pull her attention towards me. "I'm not married; divorced, actually." I gave her a crooked grin but she didn't look up or react to my joke. "Tough crowd," I muttered and looked around the bar for another prospect, but this brunette had the nicest tits. I kid you not. "So, your name is Isa?"

Brunette grabbed her books, her beer and walked away from the table.

"Fuck." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. Okay, not a good start. I sat alone for exactly three minutes until a new brunette waltzed over and tried to grab my attention.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?" She tried giggling but it somehow came out as a wheezing snort.

"Uh, no. Knock yourself out."

"Thanks. Don't you just love Cain and Abel's? This place is so awesome! I come here, like, all the time."

"Yep. It's neat." I quietly laughed and turned my body around to find Isa. I spotted her within seconds, sitting at the bar, back turned to me, talking to some beefed up guy with too much baby oil on his arms. "Excuse me, I have to go finish my conversation with that girl over there," I pointed with my beer and left the table.

"Oh, god," Isa muttered as I pulled out the stool next to her.

"I realized it was rude of me to not introduce myself. I'm Edward. Edward Cullen." Holding my hand, she narrowed her eyes at me. They were dark brown, by the way.

"Do you have some sort of social problem?" She glared while removing her name tag and tossed it to the beefy guy behind the bar, who also glared.

To make a long story short, there was a lot of fucking glaring going on around here.

"Nope. No social problems," I said happily. "You work here?"

"Like I said earlier, you're very observant. Thanks for the drink, Jake. See you tomorrow." She smiled at him and grabbed her stuff to leave.

"See ya later, Bells."

"Yeah, thanks for the drink, Jake!" I smiled, threw a few bills down for my Heineken and followed her outside. "Why did that dude call you Bells? I thought your name was Isa?" I yelled as I chased her through the parking lot.

"God!" Isa yelled and spun around to face me. "What the hell do you want?"

Her little outburst caught me off guard. "Look, I just wanted to talk."

"Right. Like Edward Cullen would want to just talk to a girl. I've seen you around the bar, leaving with a different girl each night. So excuse me if I'm not interested in being a part of your little hobby," she sneered.

I stood there, mystified, and watched her crawl into an old, shitty red truck and attempt to drive off.

"Fuck!" I heard her scream when her truck sputtered to its death.

Laughing, I walked over to her truck and tapped on the window. "Need help?"

"No, thanks. Jake can help."

"No way, no fucking way. That dude has too much baby oil on his arms. That can't be safe while jumping a car. I won't have your safety at risk."

This actually produced a laugh from her for the first time and I momentarily wondered if that's why her friend had called her Bells, because that's what her laugh sounded like.

"Don't be rude. I have cables in the back, pull your car around," Isa instructed and I complied. "You're positive you know how to jump a truck?"

"Positive."

"What, you didn't have your own mechanic growing up? Or did you just make your chauffeur drive you around everywhere?" She snorted then realized she had said too much and avoided my eyes.

"Ah, so I see you've heard about me. That's nice," I scoffed and proceeded to jump her truck until it finally started. I threw the cables into the bed of her truck and said, "Look, your battery might just be bad. I suggest getting a new one, but if this happens after you've changed your battery then your alternator might not be working."

Isa bit down on her lower lip and said, "This does happen quite often, but I usually have Jake help me. He's a mechanic when he's not a bartender."

"Tell him he's a shitty mechanic and a less than mediocre bartender. Just get it fixed, okay?" I said curtly and started to walk to my car.

"Hey! Wait!" she shouted after me. "Thanks. I'm sorry if I was rude earlier."

"No problem. I'm used to people thinking I'm a spoiled, snotty brat with an overly-active sex drive. Oh, and social problems," I added for good measure.

Isa gave me a small smile and said, "Like I said, I'm sorry. Maybe I'll see you around," she said before running to her truck.

Once I was back in Emmett's apartment, I ran into his room, turned the light on and jumped on his bed.

"I think I found one." Emmett looked at me with sleep in his eyes and asked what the fuck I was yelling about. "A relationship. I think I found one, dude." I smiled, clearly proud of myself.

"So, where is he?" Emmett asked, sitting up.

"She. There's only one problem. I think she might hate me."

Emmett laughed so hard that the bed shook. "So this one is actually smart. Thank God."

I hope y'all like Emmett because he is my favorite. Let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!