Chapter 9 (BPOV/EPOV)
Song(s): "Villainy Thrives" by Trivium
"Watch" by Billie Eilish
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BPOV
"So you actually went on a date? With the guy you had sex with last weekend. Aren't you supposed to have the date before the sex?" Rose's brows furrowed, showing her confusion.
I scoffed and nodded, rolling my eyes. "Yes, I realize how backward that is, but we're not trying to start a relationship."
Rose gestured with her hands as if to say I should continue explaining. "Well, then why did you tell him to take you to dinner?"
"I wanted to see if he would do it, and a girl's gotta eat." I shrugged in nonchalance.
She sighed, knowing that was all I was going to give her. "So, was it good?" She smiled, nudging me.
I grinned back at her. She was one of the only people who could break through my melancholy and make me really smile. I did it all the time but most were fake and meaningless. "Yeah. The date kinda started off awkward, but I mean, how much can we really talk about? I'm Bella Swan with him, not Isabella Cigno. We started flirting hard, sexual innuendos flying around." I gestured with my hands.
Rose tutted and arched her eyebrow at me. "Did you have sex in a parking lot again?" The disapproval in her tone was clear.
I chuckled and shook my head. "No, God, but I wanted to. We made out in his car, some over-the-clothes touching and stuff—it was all very high school—but I told him I couldn't sleep with him."
"Why?" She looked confused again.
I sighed and fisted my hair before I tucked it behind my ears. "When I'm in a sexual relationship with someone, I have to be able to trust them. It needs to be exclusive so I know the guy won't bring back some disease. Honestly, I don't know the guy from Adam, but when I mentioned him fooling around with other girls—because he sorta seems like a player—he got really defensive and kept changing the subject. Something tells me that even though he's been chasing me pretty hard, his bed doesn't stay lonely for long. So I don't trust Edward to not also be fucking other girls too." I felt ridiculous even explaining it to her because Edward hadn't been happy to hear it.
"Okay, but then why didn't you just have sex with him last night and use a condom. It's not like you guys have to continue with whatever this is," she asked.
I had to admit when she put it that way, my reasoning felt like a flimsy excuse. I had to really analyze if this was my true motive.
I shrugged, not wanting to admit that I hoped he did seek me out again all the while knowing that it was probably for the best that he didn't. "Because I think it's better to just end it now. He only wants sex from me, so it's not like we're going to end up being friends. I have no plans to see him again, and he wasn't exactly jumping to see me again."
"Okay, I'm gonna say something, and I want you to know that it comes from a very loving place," she started, looking at me with a stern but concerned expression. I nodded and she did as well. "You are a very hard person to get close to. I know it's because you do it to protect yourself, but you shield yourself with snark and attitude. If you want Edward to be your friend or whatever, you may need to drop your guard a little. Don't always assume that you can't trust anyone."
"I know that and I tried. I really did, but I get this feeling that trusting him would be the worst thing. It's fine. Like I said, I doubt I'll see him again. I don't peg him as a masochist. More like a fucking sadist," I murmured.
Rosalie scoffed, probably agreeing with me. "Well, I have news that you will probably find amusing."
"What?" I asked, turning my full attention on her.
"I have a date." She smiled and looked excited.
I stared at her in surprise. She didn't usually date, and she never went anywhere besides work and on errands. "Oh my god. Rose! Is it the guy that was flirting with you in the cafeteria?" I asked, leaning forward to grip her shoulders.
She grabbed my hands on her shoulders and nodded. "Yes. His name is Emmett Cullen. Remember, I told you we went to school together."
She and I squealed together, laughing and hugging. When we pulled apart, what Edward told me tonight came to me. "Holy shit. Edward is Emmett's brother."
Rose looked at me with a weird expression and then her eyes got all wide. "What? Emmett is related to the guy you fucked?"
I threw my hands up in exasperation. "He has a name, Rose. Can we stop focusing on a one time lapse of judgment?"
"Oh please." She gave me that look of disbelief she had perfected over the years. "You so want to do it again. This is an issue. He and Emmett are brothers. If you and Edward are no longer talking and there's all this sexual tension between you two, how will I be able to have a relationship with Emmett? You are family so eventually you may spend time with his family." She looked sad now, and I hated that I was ruining her moment.
"Rose, we have tons of time to figure all that out. The good thing is that you have a date with him, and he's cute and makes you smile," I reassured, grabbing her hand.
She gave me a small smile. "He does. He really is so sweet."
"He's massive. I wonder if he's proportional." I waggled my eyebrows and laughed.
Rose laughed with me and gave me another hug. "I love you, Belly Bean."
"I love you too, Rosie Posy."
Hugging my sister and using our childhood nicknames made me feel like I did have someone in my corner. We fought, because we were sisters and had very different views on life, but at the end of the day, there was nothing left but our love for each other, and I knew I couldn't put her through me disappearing.
My plans were slowly starting to morph and change. However I decided to proceed, I knew that Rose would do her best to help me and support me.
EPOV
"So you seriously did all that and didn't get laid?" Emmett threw his head back and burst out into laughter. We walked around the aisles in the bodega, the overpowering smell of incense giving me a headache.
I gave him a deadly look. I was in no mood after I'd pulled out all the stops with this chick and ended up with nothing but blue balls for my efforts. I had to run home and jack off before my fucking dick fell off. Poor Bear had to witness my temper tantrum—which reminded me that I needed to buy a new set of glasses for the bar. I could have phoned one of the girls in my rotation, but it felt wrong. I had just been called out on my "womanizing ways," so sleeping with another girl didn't seem like the move to make. Bella wasn't going to spread her legs for me until I changed my ways. She needed to see growth, but said she didn't want a relationship. Whatever that was supposed to mean? Only getting to stick it to one pussy, having to go on dates, needing to change—sounded like a fucking relationship to me, but what the fuck did I know.
"Shut the fuck up with that. Can you believe she said she doesn't trust me? Like she knows me." I shook my head, incredulously. She trusted me just fine the very first night in her car. "She kept going on and on about how I seemed like the type of guy who was a player, that I probably spit game just to get what I wanted and then moved on to the next one. She even had the nerve to assume that I'm hitting every broad this side of the East River, and when I wouldn't confirm or deny her assumption, she dropped the bomb on me that if I want in her pants, I have to prove myself by being celibate and shit or else she's done." I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator, and Emmett followed suit and grabbed one for himself, along with a chocolate milk. I swear he acted like a four-year-old.
"Well, maybe if you weren't such a cooz hound, she would trust you. This isn't Pokemon, EC—you don't gotta catch 'em all." Emmett snickered, eating a candy bar. How the bastard didn't have diabetes by now was beyond me. And he worked in the hospital, you'd think he knew better. Food service must have had slim pickings for hirings and took any old Joe Schmoe who applied.
I flipped him the bird and went over to the counter to pay for our snacks, which were mainly Emmett's snacks. Besides my soda, I decided to be nice and got Blondie a candy bar. Just goes to show you, I wasn't always a fucker.
Alistair and I had business to tend to after I finished this little pow wow with my brother, so it only made sense to pick him up first. I adjusted the piece tucked into the back of my waistband, looking around to make sure nobody was eyeballing me. Emmett chuckled, always a little envious of the Glock I got to carry.
"I'm not a fucking cooz hound. I love and appreciate pussy as much as the next guy, but ain't nobody that can handle it all." I hissed in a hushed whisper. Not everybody in the freaking corner store needed to learn about my sex life. Or lack thereof as of the other night.
After paying, Emmett and I walked over to my whip. Dirty blond asshole was sitting in the passenger seat, his window rolled down halfway and his arm resting outside the car, and when he spotted us, he waved way too eagerly at my brother, like they were BFFs or some shit. Motherfucker needed to stay in his lane. He was my brother.
Emmett, the other dummy in my life, waved back just as eagerly. I rolled my eyes—these fucking oobatz bookyaks. I should've never scooped up Blondie from his crib before meeting my brother.
"Aren't you gonna introduce us?" Emmett tipped his chin and smiled toward my car. Alistair's stringy greasy hair was in a ponytail today, and his suit looked like he'd rolled it into a ball and took a shit on it. I needed to teach a fucking class on how to dress. Not that my brother was any better. The stunad fucker was wearing a t-shirt that said "I'm with stupid" with an arrow pointing down to his cock. How he ever got laid was a mystery to me.
"No, he's nothing and nobody," I insisted as Blondie rolled the window all the way down, thinking this was a meet and greet. I shot him a death glare, wishing he'd roll the window back up. Shitbags should be seen and not heard.
Emmett walked over to the opened window, and Blondie outstretched his hand for my brother to shake. "Hi I'm Alistair.''
"Emmett," was my brother's brilliant reply as he gripped his hand and the two of them proceeded to shake their joined hands up and down. They both grinned like two idiots. Maybe my Nonna was right and Emmett was a fucking fanuk.
A few minutes of idle small talk later—who the fuck cared what the mystery ingredient in the weekly special was, or why some article said guys in Staten Island had the best-rated dicks—I'd reached my limits. I took the candy bar intended for the pain in the ass and whipped it at him, effectively poking him in the eye.
"EC!" He yelped in pain, and I doubled over laughing. My balls might be blue but that didn't mean I couldn't have fun torturing this mamaluke.
Emmett looked at me, questioningly, but he knew better than to voice his concerns or opinion. "So what are you going to do about Bella?"
I groaned, thinking back to the reason I'd asked Emmett to meet me in the first place. Why was this girl under my skin? I really did want to fuck her again and again, but were all these hoops worth it? I thought back to the night in her car. Fuck, yes they were.
"Is Bella the girl you've been stalking?" Blondie perked up, covering his one eye. I hoped it was swollen shut. I'd get the fucker an eye patch.
"Yep," Emmett answered, nodding like he had rocks in his head.
I shoved him. "Don't air my fucking business." I turned to Alistair "I ain't stalking nobody. She likes being chased," I lied through my teeth.
"EC, you really need to learn to be gentler if you want the ladies to cling to you. Look at me, old man, I have a date with the other Swan—Rosalie. You know why?" I shook my head. "Because I'm not an asshole," Emmett quipped, and Blondie high-fived him. Then they started talking shit about me like I wasn't even fucking standing there.
"Fuck you," I muttered, walking around and climbing into the driver's side. "Goodbye, dear brother." I turned the ignition and pulled away, clinging to any semblance of sanity.
We drove toward Sheepshead Bay because I had to ice a runner. He'd been stealing yak and redistributing it as his own. How stupid could you get?
"You know, if you really want to win over Bella, you need to slow down with your grumpy shit. Nobody wants to be around anyone so intense. I mean, you look like you're going to kill anyone you meet. Would it kill you to smile every once in a while?" Shitbag interjected. Why was he talking to me about my personal life?
"Yeah, I know what you're gonna say, 'shut the fuck up, Blondie,' or 'what the fuck you know, Blondie?'" He did a piss poor impression of me and continued, "Seriously, you really do need better material. Maybe that's another thing to take into account. Girls love when you take an interest in them. Stop wallowing."
I was stunned that he had the balls to speak to me about Bella. Of course I still wanted to kill him, but I couldn't help but think about some of the points he'd raised.
"You got a girl?" I asked, genuinely interested how he knew this shit about broads. Where all this insight was coming from all of a sudden.
"I ain't telling you shit. Aro said you couldn't kill me, not any potential girls. See, I'm learning," he gloated, tapping his temple and giving me a toothy grin. Fucker.
I whipped around 2nd Ave like a maniac on purpose, wanting Blondie to be tossed around a little. Hey, I was just educating him on the importance of wearing a seatbelt. It was the law after all. He hit the passenger window, getting his face all smushed up. I grinned and stole a glance at his bruised eye. Score!
"So who is this guy we are clipping today?" Mr. I'm-a-virgin-killer asked, trying to settle in his seat.
"No, no questions today. This is a favor for Marcus, and you're staying in the car. Sam is paranoid enough, I'm not going to put him through the ringer with you. Apparently I'm special, and I'm stuck with you." I pulled up to a house with a chain-linked fence surrounding it and threw the car in park.
"Stay here," I commanded, taking in my surroundings. "Sam's got pitbulls guarding the whole joint." Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to follow me. The dogs liked me, which meant they'd think Blondie was a tasty delight.
"Oh no! EC, please take me with you," he fake pleaded, batting his eyelashes.
I couldn't take another second of his shit. Fuck it! I grabbed my Glock, adjusting it in my hand. A bang resonated in the car after I pistol-whipped the motherfucker. Now he'd have matching black eyes. Maybe he'd finally learn to sit there and shut the fuck up.
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