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Chapter 4

Fucking Hot Nerd

I sighed as I saw The Dolls' Salon so crowded, most of those people had the wrong impression of dancers. I turned and walked towards my dressing room. I had given up on being with judgmental idiots and I knew I had nothing to prove to anyone. They thought I was a slut, and I hadn't even had sex with a man in the last few years. If you tell anyone I'll rip your tongue out to make them a fine tie because I'm a kickboxing champion. What a temper I have sometimes.

"You've been quiet almost all night Bella. Are you okay?" I put on my eyelashes and snorted. I didn't feel like talking about it. The dwarf understood me when it was necessary.

"They're beautiful. They're sexy. They are the dolls!" I put a smile on my face and walked out to the stage.

I closed my eyes and smiled when the new step we had included in the choreography made several men whistle and hit their glasses on their tables as they clapped their hands.

I slid around the dance floor with the girls, enjoying the music and the dance, swaying my hips in the most sensual way I knew how, making the temperature of the atmosphere rise several degrees. I was immersed in the dance, so much that I was dancing with my eyes almost closed and there was a moment when I closed them all the way. But when I opened them I met Edward's beautiful eyes. He seemed gawking as he watched me dance and held a glass in his hand. I smiled as the music played, making me react and move. My hair - my blonde wig - was loose and waved to the beat of the music, of the dance, my dance. We jumped on several tables and snapped our fingers at the same time. I could feel his gaze sweep over me. I smiled, at least the prejudiced idiot would enjoy our show. I jumped on stage again, flirtatiously and with graceful movements, making everyone clap, as always. I didn't turn to see him again; I had my pride.

I walked towards the dressing rooms and James waved to me from the bar. I looked for Edward out of the corner of my eye, but he wasn't there, he had disappeared. I must have been crazy to be thinking about him when the asshole thought the worst of me. Fucking hot nerd.

"So this is what this place is so famous for…" Rosalie's voice surprised me so much that I turned around very quickly, causing me to almost fall over. I smiled openly at her, she clapped her hands and I bowed in appreciation.

"You're fantastic. All of you. Although you are magnific, hypnotic."

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show" I said raising my hand on the bar. James gave me a wink and waved the bottle in his hands. I denied since I didn't want alcohol, which he already knew and kept trying to ignore. He rolled his eyes opening the water compartment, which was mine and Alice's only, since most of the girls drink hard liquor. He tossed the bottle across the bar, and I caught it easily, used to it.

"You don't drink?" Rosalie asked, looking surprised. I shrugged and grabbed my water bottle.

"Nop. Unless you give me a glass of wine with a pastry*, my grandfather taught me that pastry without wine is not pastry."

Rosalie stared at me, with a thoughtful expression, looking as if she wanted to tell me something but didn't know how. I pretended not to notice and looked around, waiting for her to make up her mind.

"Bella, we want you back." She was direct and I drank water because I was dying to go back. The money was already worth a shit to me. I love dancing and I know Moli needs me. The money she was going to earn was going to be useful for the baby. Even so, poor but worthy ladies and gentlemen.

"No," I answered, turning around. Rosalie followed me. I was going fast but she was able to keep up with me in those dizzying twelve-centimeter stiletto heels. Several regular men from the club whistled at her when they saw her walk by, and she just rolled her eyes. I smiled because I knew they weren't whistling at me, for once. They already knew me, and they knew my "I don't do sexual favors unless you're Chris Evans" motto by heart.

Don't get me wrong, there were guys who were hotter than Chris Evans dressed as Captain America or just with the fucking shield covering his magnificent... and now I'm digressing. Thanks to the fact that I wasn't a whore, I had earned the respect and admiration of many of the guys who frequent the bar. Some even say hello when they see me on the street, some even ask me for my cell phone number in a nice way, but to those I politely and politely tell them to fuck off — like grandpa taught me.

"Bella, there was a misunderstanding. You don't have to deal with Alec again if you don't want to, but I need someone to do the choreography. We only have a week left..."

I stopped and turned to look at her with my arms crossed. I sighed deeply and asked, interrupting her.

Tell me one thing and be honest, do you think I'm a whore? -Rosalie opened her mouth and then closed it without answering me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to head towards my dressing room. She followed me and asked in reply.

"Are you?" We got to my dressing room, and I took off my wig, sitting in front of the mirror.

"No" I answered sharply and confidently. "I love dancing, you know? It's an art for me. I didn't go to an expensive dance academy, I wasn't taught by my father, whom I don't even know, no. But being there, in front of people who know how to appreciate what you do, that's what I do. If you saw the dance, you also saw the women who were at the bar enjoying the show, you also saw the hormonal teenagers who come every Wednesday and sit in the corner and drink non-alcoholic orange juice. There are people here that come just to see us dance. I'm not going to deny you that they're too cool and hot and want sex and some girls aren't too squeamish when it comes to deciding that. I know if I can tell Edward Cullen he's gorgeous, I can tell these jerks they're hot, but I'm not a slut, Rose. I don't do sexual favors unless they're Chris Evans. Oh yeah, I would give that bastard a private lap dance dressed as a captain or just with the round shield covering my private bits." Rosalie smiled and a silky voice startled me.

"Do you really think I'm handsome?" I turned and saw Edward standing behind me. As usual, my familiar blush appeared. I cleared my throat and addressed him with considerable hostility.

"And a prejudiced idiot too."

"I am not prejudiced. I couldn't judge you when I don't have the power to do so. There are thirty percent of women who dance like you, and they are not prostitutes, nor do they do sexual favors," he explained making me look at him with a frown. Rosalie snorted and folded her arms as she headed for the door.

"I'm going to see who will buy me a drink over there. I'm making a bad third."

"Tell James to serve it to you and put it on my count, order whatever you want," I said sounding unintentionally pretentious. Rosalie rolled her eyes and walked out, as I thought I would have pulled my finger out myself. I snorted loudly.

"I'm not going back." I clarified, looking at Edward, who sat up and took off his glasses, rubbing his beautiful eyes. He looked up and...

"Fuck," I whispered. He smiled and put his glasses back on. A damn beautiful man hiding behind glasses. Again, fuck.

"You want to come back, and I can make Alec kiss your feet begging for forgiveness if necessary to get you back. I'm not going to waste that much money to pay that asshole for him to be brainless. You are a woman, and you deserve respect" I stood up and walked towards him. Edward blushed and I thought it was one of the cutest things I had seen in a long time. He backed up in the chair he was sitting in, and I leaned back, allowing myself to smell his expensive perfume.

"Isabella, are you listening to me?" I reacted and smiled. "I don't have that much value." I looked at Edward, making sure the filter in my mouth was working and apparently he didn't know what I was thinking at the moment. I nodded and folded my arms. His gaze strayed to my breasts but immediately refocused it back on my eyes. What a strange man. I snapped my fingers, and he adjusted his glasses blushing deeply and, deciding that he wanted to get more to the point, asked

"So, should I look for a new choreographer or will you come back, Isabella?"

"Bella," I corrected him and smiled. "I'll be back, but only because I love to dance, let's make that clear."

Edward stood up and nodded, turning to leave my dressing room. I got a view of his graceful ass and tilted my face to get a better look. Much better.

"By the way" he said, catching my attention. He turned and I blushed. I tried to clear my throat and frowned. He couldn't know I was looking at his ass, right? "You're beautiful too," he whispered, blushing. I raised my eyebrows helplessly and smiled Edward looked at me and smiled back before turning away. Edward fucking hot nerd had just called me beautiful.

"And you have a nice ass," I replied in a low voice, and smacked my forehead because I don't know if he heard me.

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"Would you give me one more cookie please?" I asked, counting my cookies on the table. Grandpa clicked his tongue.

"Are you blackmailing me, cupcake?" I snorted at his sarcasm and rolled my eyes making him smile openly.

"Grandpa, you're beating me at poker, and I already ate my cookies. How come, overnight, you got so good?"

"Ha! You wish I told you my secret," he said, putting his cards on the table and folding his arms. Fuck he had beaten me again, and this is really embarrassing. I'm sure he's going to tell everybody, the gossipy bastard.

"Well, since you owe me cookies, because you're a cookie-eater, can I ask why you're not working today?" I moved uncomfortably in my chair and sighed.

"Because Tanya is going to take my place?" Did I just ask myself that? Tanya is going to take my place. I'm going to own a big gallery. Someday. In two years - more or less - and I fucking love art.

"I don't know," I sighed. My grandfather picked up a cookie and ate it saying.

"You know, I hate it when you bring diet cookies." He wrinkled his nose, and I pursed my lips, though I appreciated his change of topic.

"The doctor was clear grandpa: no sweet stuff for you." He rolled his eyes and frowned deeply, pouting like a little kid.

"Yes, yes, yes, the fucking doctor is nothing but a sucker..."

"Grandpa!" I exclaimed, covering my ears. If you were wondering where I inherited my vocabulary from, well, there's the answer.

"Oh come on brat, don't give me that 'I'm a saint when I talk' bullshit. You have the language of a trucker and I'm sure when you learned to speak your first word was fuck. What's more, I still remember it clearly" He laughed openly, and I did it with him without being able to help it. Then, I saw him stay serious with his lost look as he said:

"Renee scolded me for that and told me I was a bad babysitter. Silly fucking girl." He sighed and sadness crinkled his eyes. I squeezed his hand and raised an eyebrow telling him, to lighten the mood:

"I bet my last cookie that Sue Clearwater leaves her cane forgotten if you go out to call her." He made an odd noise with his throat.

"Sue would leave her dentures missing if she didn't have them stuck in her mouth, although it wouldn't be a bad idea if she lost them."

"Iugh! Grandpa!" I shouted, covering my ears. Fuck, I didn't need to know that. I laughed at the thought. Grandpa wouldn't admit it, but he liked Sue and I could bet my paycheck from the club that Sue liked him too.

Pastry: it's similar to a cookie but at the same time different. In Spanish we call them "pastas" or "pastas de te" meaning, a type of cookie/biscuit that you usually take after having lunch together with a tea or coffee. Just search the Spanish term if you want to see a photo

I'M BACK! And with a whole week of brand new chapters. That's right. Every day there will be a new chapter just to make up for these weeks of inactivity. Also, it looks like soon I'll be able to answer your reviews again. Let's hope my e-mail works again! Anyways, here's a note from the author:

Well, well, well.. This Bella is capable of knocking someone's head off. Do you think Edward fucking hot nerd will fall for it? And Bella's grandpa is a sweetheart, isn't he?

I sincerely hope you are liking this story. Comedy isn't really my style, but these aren't antics I want to tell. Bella is down to earth and takes life happily, without drama and with two sugars