"Oh, my stomach…" I moaned, as I face down laid on the sectional within the small sitting room of the guest house.
"I'll never eat so much again…" I moaned, with my face pressed into the cushion.
"Serves you right for pigging out like you did. I told you not to eat all of that food. Twice." Rosalie sniped, as she laid on the other sectional.
"Shut up, Rose. You drank more than your usual. Especially after I bitched out at Emmett, is there something that happened that you didn't tell me about?" I asked, lifting my head up to look over at her.
She looked nervous for a second before she looked up from examining her nails.
"Well, apart from Emmett knowing that Vince was cheating on me, he also helped me out when Vince hurt me… the day I found out I was on my way to break up with Vinny." She muttered, purposely keeping her eyes down on her nails.
I shot up from my position on the sectional, losing my balance and landing on the floor on my back, before sitting up.
"Are you serious? Does anyone else know?" I ask, crawling over to her before jerking her chin up slowly, to look at her in the eye.
"Yes, Srg and the Colonel know. The Colonel called in a few favors and had him arrested a few days later. As far as I know, he's responsible for over six aggravated assault charges. That's not including the battery charge…" she replied, giving me a sad small smile.
"So, that's why I didn't get in trouble when I punched him in the face at the hospital…" I said, in realization.
She snorts while nodding in response, causing her curled, honey blonde hair to bounce up and down with the motion.
The room went quiet after that, what with my being lost in thought, and her occupied doing her nails, the only sounds was of our quiet breathing, the slight crackling in the fireplace.
I was debating whether or not to get up and head to bed, when I heard a soft sigh,"Bella, can I ask you a personal question?" She asked, biting her lip.
"Go ahead." I muttered back, as I laid back down and looked up, counting patterns on the ceiling.
"What really happened between you and...you know who?" She asks, carefully.
"What do you mean?" I asked her, confused.
Though I am certain what she is asking.
"Well, I don't remember everything—since I was still jacked up on all the pain meds— I do, however, remember that Srg was pissed about something and it involved you." She said, honestly. "What happened between you and Zack, why did you two break up?" She asked, with a troubled expression on her face.
I blinked, trying to contain the anger I felt at hearing that name. Things between my ex-fiancé and I didn't exactly end on a friendly note. Thanks to him I am no longer allowed to carry a weapon for the next five years. (A/N: it's fiction… not sure if this can happen)
"Look, I want you to know it had nothing to do with you. Now, you know I don't do the whole cheating thing. Loyalty, and trust are number one when it comes to relationships with me. Well, it turns out… Zack is married. Vince still set us up. Zack knew of Vince cheating, but get this… Vince is actually...engaged now, to Melina, e.i. Vince's supposed ex." I say.
"What? No, are you serious? So, you felt the need to shoot Zackary in the ass when you found out?" She asks, shocked.
"O-ho-oh nah-na-no. I didn't shoot him, our lovable brother, Dax, did. But it was my gun, so I grabbed it, and made it look that way. Eh, either way, he saved Zack's life. Because when I aim, you already know what happens." I explain.
The way I see it, Daxton, aka Dax, should have aimed a bit higher. Zack got off with a punctured ass cheek, while he should have gotten off a lot worse. But, no, Dax had to take my gun away from me.
"You aim to kill. Dad taught us that. So did the Colonel. Dax was trying to warn him." She surmised.
"Pretty much." I agree. "How many boxes are we going to have to pack your shit up in?" I ask, trying to change the subject, for my sanity.
"Oh I think like six, maybe eight." She guesses, shrugging.
"Oh, please tell me, you threw out all the crappy unwanted crap already." I complained.
"Yeah… Grandma Marie never allowed me to have anything with holes, or worn down. So… we're covered." She says as she pulls out a bottle of red nail polish.
"Hmm. I figured. So, what do you think was up with our dates? They seemed to be a bit—how do I put it nicely— dull?" I say, rolling my eyes.
"I think Edward was just trying to stay out of the way, since it was between the three of us. Well, the two of you." She says, shrugging nonchalantly.
"Maybe I should call him… I mean, we aren't heading home until Wednesday. " I say, shrugging.
"Did you get his number after that make-out session you two had after we got home?" She asked.
"Yeah...I thought you two arrived fifteen minutes later." I mutter, blushing.
"We did. " She deadpans.
"How did you two see what we were doing? His windows are tinted." I say.
"We just assumed since Edward's hair was sticking in every direction. Did you have to do that?" She asks, smiling amused at me.
Without wanting to, my mind goes back to a few hours ago. I'm not going to lie and say we had an instant connection, because we didn't, but after talking to him, we both realized we have a lot in common. Plus, I do find him really attractive, he's pleasing to the eye.
"What were you two talking about, anyway?" She asks, giving me a knowing smile.
"Well, after putting my foot in my mouth, yet again, I apologized for being insensitive earlier tonight. In return, he told me that he knew of the situation...but not to that extent. He also said they want to go out tomorrow night…" I explain to her.
"Oh… Emmett said something about that, but I wasn't sure you'd want to go. It'll be Jameson's tomorrow." she says.
I nod excitedly, "Finally no Frou Frou clothes or heels." I say, excitedly, as she smacks my feet and pushes them off of her legs.
"What time is it?" I asked her, sitting up from my place on the floor.
"Oh, uh… twelve. Oh shit, the Colonel is picking us up at exactly six! We better go to bed." She gasped, pulling me off the ground.
"Yeah, the good Lord knows what will happen if we're not out there at that exact time…" I mutter, remembering all the summers I spent up here with the Colonel and Grandma Marie.
She walked me into my room first before leaving to hers.
I quickly unzipped the dress, letting it slip off my shoulders and then fall to the ground, then shimmying out of the itchy thigh-highs Rose made me squeeze into.
I sighed, as I felt my feet touch the fluffy carpet, rolling my head on my shoulder, before I threw myself onto the bed.
Being me, of course, I ended up bouncing off of it and landed on the ground. That didn't stop me though. I simply got up and crawled into the bed, before throwing the covers over my head and rolling myself into a little ball.
A buzzing sound caught my attention a few minutes later.
'I had a wonderful evening with you. I hope we can have a repeat. Goodnight beautiful.'
-Edward.
I replied quickly, before sighing happily, and letting sleep pull me under. A long day awaiting me in a few hours.
A/N:
Edward is reserved. He stays out of everyone's business unless he absolutely has to. Anyways, thank you for the reads, reviews and all the other stuff. There's more to come. See ya soon. ;)