A/N: Well thanks everyone! It brings me joy to share with you these characters I write and love. Please keep letting me know what you think, there isn't anything more fun than reading your reviews!

I will probably get into a regular schedule of posting twice a week (Tu/Th) starting next week.

Here's just a quick update before the weekend,

As usual, Packy is my partner in crime, Stephenie Meyer owns twilight and I only own the mistakes left here.

Enjoy!

Mac

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With Emmett's little outburst after the game still in my mind, I considered leaving earlier than we had arranged. I was supposed to stay with Emmett for the whole weekend, instead of studying for my finals. The train ride would have helped me clear my head and I could certainly use the extra day of studying.

Emmett insisted though, that I stayed like we had planned and that he would drive me home when the weekend was over.

I agreed hesitantly, just to try to avoid conflict. Our situation — living in two different cities — was already tight as it was.

When I first met Emmett, I was an undergrad and he was just starting to play professionally. Once I graduated, I decided to stay for a masters program in Frankfurt, which is only two hours away from Dortmund, where his team plays.

So here I am, sitting at our table at a fancy sponsor's dinner party for his team, and even though I am surrounded by people, mostly Emmett's teammates and their girlfriends, I feel completely alone.

To make matters worse, I have Jasper Whitlock and his girlfriend Alice — all smiles and giggles, struggling to keep their hands off each other — sitting right next to me.

I scan the room trying to avoid the lovebirds, and I finally see Emmett from where I'm sitting. He's at the pool table, with Jake and Seth, the youngest ones from the team. They seem to be having fun and Emmett seems to have relaxed a bit.

I am sure the alcohol he has ingested has probably helped a bit too.

Lost in thought and half way through the song is when I realize everyone has left the table and are now on the dance floor.

I twirl the straw in my drink wearily, wishing we'd go home soon.

"So... no dancing?" His voice takes me by surprise.

Edward sits next to me; the collar of his shirt opened and his tie is a little loose. A small grin lights up his features as he looks at me.

"No. Emmett doesn't dance," I respond matter-of-factly.

"Would you like to?"

"Well, yeah..." I snort. "But you try getting Em to do something he doesn't like to do."

I, on the other hand, love dancing, but it's something I rarely get to do anymore.

He sighs into his drink, turning to look in the direction of the dance floor again. He shakes his head and turns to look at me. "I meant would you like to dance... right now... with me?"

His eyes are so green and bright, I lose track of myself for a second.

I look over at Emmett; he's laughing loudly, one arm around Jake.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea," I whisper softly as I take a sip of my drink.

"You're right," he says before tipping his glass. "I'm not much of a dancer anyway. You save me from embarrassing myself." He chuckles softly into his glass.

"I've seen you dance." I tease, quirking my eyebrow. "You're alright."

His smile stretches impossibly wider as he stares at me. I have seen him dance, with his girl. I notice, for the first time, that she isn't here.

Before I can ask where she is, Emmett comes back. He sits roughly next to me, his arm sloppily dropping over my shoulders. As I try not to spill my drink on my dress or him, his fingers grasp my chin and he turns my face to his. His lips are on me next, wet and tasting like scotch.

When his tongue slips in my mouth, my hand flies to his chest over the open collar of his neck — in warning — trying to calm him down. With a little grunt, he leaves my face. His eyes are almost shut — he's drunk.

"Did someone have too much to drink?" My fingers run over his jaw and push some of his hair behind his ear.

"I'm done. Let's go," Emmett says, setting the glass on the table and getting up.

I turn to Edward to say goodbye, but I realize he's gone. I frown in confusion, staring at the empty chair, the whole day replaying in my head.

I hate the image he is getting of us, of me…

Why would Edward even care?

I quickly dismiss the foolishness of my thoughts, grab up my things, and rush out behind Emmett.