A/N:
This is a B/E story.
But it's...what's the best way to explain it? A twist. Bella has a bit of a backbone in this story. But Ed does too. He is different though. Overbearing? Nah. Pain in the ass... maybe. You'll see when he comes out...
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The ticking of the clock on the wall was going to drive me mad. I was going to end up in jail for destruction of government property. Amongst other things…
Rose's scoffing wasn't helping me.
"If you don't stop scoffing at me…" I threatened.
"Did you really have to antagonize the airport security?" Rose asks, ignoring me, as we sat there in the corner of the room.
"Oh, come on. I didn't do it on purpose." I grumble, defensively.
"Yes, you did. Not only that but also fucking declaring you were a terrorist? You fucking know that shit doesn't go down right, especially here, at a fucking airport, no less. Yet, there you went dooming everything around us. Do you have any idea how much trouble we're going to be if Dad finds out?" She bitches at me.
"Oh fuck you, Rose! You know this weekend was mainly about you. I know why you fucking flew us here. You're here to try to get Vinny back, news flash, that asshole isn't going to take you back, especially since he was fucking around with his ex while he was with you… and since when did you become so knowledgeable about airport security procedures?" I bite back.
"Bella, one, you need to fucking calm your tits down, you're getting on my last fucking nerve. Two, I fucking told you why I am here already. Three, I don't fucking have to be an expert on jack shit, it's common knowledge, Miss. Priss." She snaps back.
"Yeah? Well, I'd like to meet the pea-brained moron, with a badge who decided that my hair dryer and makeup were a threat to anyone." I mutter, scowling at my sneakers.
As if on cue, we both turn at the sound of a pair of boot covered feet heading our way.
"That... would be me." A velvety voice says from behind us.
It causes me to jump, feeling completely thrown for a loop as I realize how incredibly tall, broad, and handsome this man is, and confused as I was expecting Officer Curly again, coming to pester us.
"Oh-oh… a-and who might you be?" I asked, foolishly.
"I'm officer Edward Cullen also known as the 'pea-brained moron with a badge." He replies, smirking at my embarrassed expression.
"Ooohhh...I didn't… well, you see...I.." I managed to stutter out before I felt my mind go completely blank.
I do register that Rosalie is finally trying to help me out. Though I can't hear anything else. Not a word is able to register, as I kept my eyes are glued to Officer 'Goodbody'.
"...again, sorry for the inconvenience, but these days we have to take every threat seriously— even threats from beautiful girls." He says, apologetically.
"Oh… it's alright." I reply stupidly. I blank out, staring at him, actually taking him in.
He's almost 6'4, his eyes are a unique shade of green, he has full lips, a breathtaking smile, his shoulders are broad, and he is more handsome than any other man I've ever seen before. But what completely catches me off guard is the unique shade of hair he has. It's a bronze tone, with different shades of blonde, red and a brown undertone.
I have talked myself out of going over to him just to bury my fingers into his hair, not that I would be able to reach. If comparing statures, I'm comically dwarfed. I think I reach his diaphragm, if not the middle of his breast bone. I let out a disappointed sigh before I do register the next words that come from him.
"Would you two accept going out on a date as a form of apology?" He asks, smiling shyly at me.
I tune out again trying to calculate how far I would get if I make a run for it. My answer is really disappointing.
"No, thank you, we're actually really — " Rose begins to decline.
"Could you excuse us for a moment?" I interject, before I pull her away.
"What do you think you're doing, Rose?" I ask.
"Bella, we were supposed to be at Aunt Becky's an hour and a half ago. She's dad's sister, you really think we can show up this late and not get a call from dad, back home? Besides, we already had plans, remember?" She reminded me.
"Yes, I do remember, but that can start tomorrow. Come on, Rose, look at him. He's gorgeous. It'll be like declining an invitation from Orlando Bloom. Please. Please Rosey. " I beg, poking out my bottom lip.
She scoffs, and rolls her eyes at me before she nods in agreement. "Something tells me I'm going to regret this." She mutters.
"We accept the date offer." I say, excitedly.
"Great. My brother and I will pick you up—" he begins.
"Actually, we'll meet you there. At Dawn's bar and grill, at seven tonight. Here is our number. We'll see you later." Rosalie interrupts, as she picks up her bags and pulls me out.
"Wait!" He calls.
We both stop and turn curiously.
"I managed to get this before it was destroyed." He says, holding up my black messenger bag towards us.
I gasped, smiling at him in delighted relief, as I walked back over to him, picking it up and slinging it into my shoulder.
"Thank you. We'll see you later." I said, before Rose pulled me out of the airport.