I am ubberly sorry, that I waited so long to update! I completely and utterly suck. I was writing another story, and I had physical therapy, and all that blah blah story. Anyways, here's the next chapter!
WARNING!!!!!!!! LISTEN TO THIS WARNING! I SWEAR IN HERE. BELLA IS A VERY COLORFUL SPEAKER! IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE 'F' BOMB DO NOT CONTINUE!
I probably should have warned you before the story started. Oh, well. You guys will probably read this chapter anyways.
Do you know how much I hate you?
I groaned and sat up. Where the hell was I? I looked around, and saw the junk that is usually in Emmett's guest room. Emmett… I groaned again, and got up. Where the hell was he? I made my way down the hall into the living room.
"Hey, sis!" Emmett said, sipping a beer, sitting next to Stupid Edward freaking Mason.
"What the hell?" I yelled.
He looked at me oddly. "What do you mean?"
"Why didn't you tell me? Your own damn sister!" I shouted again.
He sighed. "There's a really good reason."
"Tell me the reason, Emmett, tell me the damn reason, because I honestly don't see a reason." I crossed my arms over my chest. Edward chuckled. "And why the hell are you here? Why aren't you in a freaking limo somewhere acting like a complete asshole?"
"I am not an asshole!" I objected, glaring at me.
I looked into the emerald green eyes. "The way you said that, and the fact that you got pissed, begs to differ. You are an asshole, and you hate that I actually admitted it."
He groaned. "Man why is she here again?"
I let out an angry noise. "See that's my point! In case you haven't noticed, he's my brother, therefore I have much more right to be here than you."
He snorted. I was about to go off on him again, but Demitri walked in. "Man, leave her the hell alone. She's my sister. If you don't like it, you can leave." Edward stared at him shocked.
I cocked my head to the side, and grinned. "Hm. Edward Mason doesn't like it when he's told what to do."
He glared at me. "Shut the-"
"Hey!" Emmett and Demitri yelled. "What the hell did I just say, man?" Demitri sighed, and turned to me. "I'm sorry, Bella."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't believe you."
"Why not?"
"Because you lied! You had me believing something completely different, and you were working for this wash up, no good, tone-deaf-"
"Knock it off, Bella." Emmett looked like he was highly annoyed.
I narrowed my eyes. "Kiss my ass."
"Bella!" Demitri exclaimed.
"What, you guys expect me to be happy that you lied? You expect me to act like nothing happened? You really expect me to act like I didn't care I was dragged out of a club, pushed into your car, then to find out my two brothers, and my boyfriend were working for a guy that wanted to push in front of a moving bus? Yeah, not happening." I shook my head in disgust.
" Could you at least try to act nice around him?"
"How about no? I'm not going to act like I like the guy. I'm not going to act like I'm going to faint once I see him. Because the one thing I would do, is puke, because I honestly, never thought I would see him, ever. And thanks to you two nimrods, I have to."
"God, Bella-"
"Don't 'God, Bella' me!" I screamed. "I don't deserve this! I don't deserve to be lied to. I never lied to you, Emmett, or to you Demitri. Is this the shit, I get for being the best sister I can try to be? Seriously?" I took a deep breath. "How do you think Rosalie would feel?" I hissed.
"Don't tell-"
"You expect me not to tell her? God, if you do, then you are extremely stupid. She's my best friend, and your fiancee. Did you forget that Emmett? You lied to her? How do you think she'll handle that? I'm thinking not well." I saw Edward shake his head in disgust. "Why can't you just go drop dead somewhere?"
"Because unlike you, I'm welcome here."
"Shut up!" Emmett boomed. "You two just shut up for two seconds." He pressed his phone to his ear. I glared at him, and went looking for my purse.
"It's in the guest room." Alec came in sheepishly.
My eyes narrowed. I didn't even bother to say thank you, and stalked to the corner room, and found it sitting on the side bed table. I ruffled through it until I found my phone. 27 missed calls, and 32 texts. Wow, my friends were awfully neurotic. I went through each voicemail, listening as each one got more and more panicky. I shook my head. If only they knew…. God! If they knew, they wouldn't act normal. They would flip out, and turn into people I don't even know. Maybe that's why Em didn't tell… No. I snapped to myself. I wasn't going to feel bad for the man that lied, and was supposed to by my brother.
"…Call me. And babe, I love you." Emmett glanced at me, and shut the phone. "She won't answer the phone."
"What a concept." I rolled my eyes.
"Wow, and you guys told me she was sweet, like a little angel, but all I see is the devils little princess." Edward smirked.
"Is that the best come back, you have?" I snapped.
"Feisty one. But your still no angel."
"Never said I was." I scoffed.
"Is that the best come back you have?" He mocked, giving me a side smirk.
"Really, sinking so low that you steal other peoples lines?"
"Sinking so low that you make your brothers disappointed in you?" That struck a nerve.
"Listen here you asshole."
"Knock it off!" Alec shouted looking at Edward. "God, Edward, she's related. Try to act civil with her." He gaped. I was about to feel please, but then I realized it was only because he wanted to be on my good side.
I sighed in frustration. "Just take me home." My hands went to my hair, to move the strands out of my eyes. They just covered my eyes again. I gave a quiet noise of frustration, and pulled my hair down, and then pulled it into a bun. I glanced up, and Edward was looking at me. "Can I help you?" I hissed. He looked at me, then looked away. I swore I saw pink on his cheeks. I rolled my eyes. No one was listening. "Can someone take me back to the hotel!" I said louder. They all turned their attention to me.
"Is the baby too scared to walk in LA by herself."
"Why don't you go fuck a tree." I hissed. He stared at me shocked.
"Bella could you stop with the snide comments?" Emmett gripped his phone.
"I will when you tell the truth! I guess that will never happen." I gave a humorless laugh. Demitri made an angry noise, similar to mine, and threw Edward something.
"Take her, I can't handle this."
"No!" He shouted.
I got the picture. "Like hell he's taking me home!" I shouted.
"No. Bella, no offense but your being a bitch-"
"Because I hate him. For him, I'm not going to bother being nice."
"You don't even know me!' He objected.
"I don't have to, to know that you're a lying phony." I smirked, and raised an eyebrow.
"That's it. Both of you get out." Emmett pointed to the door. "I can't handle you both. Bella I can deal with. Edward I can surprisingly deal with. But both of you in the same room going back and forth. That I can't deal with. Edward you can't come back, until she's at the hotel safe."
Edward snorted. "Yes, captain." And saluted. I went to grab my purse off the table, and looked in the mirror. I looked like crap, and the dress was infuriating. I went to the dresser, and went into the bottom of it. I had a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt. I locked the door, and swiftly changed. Come to find out. They were short shorts, and, a snug fitting blood red short sleeved shirt. Simple, but I hated it. I gave up, and went into the living room, leaving the dress behind.
"What the hell do you have on?" Demitri asked.
"I have on an outfit, my dearest baby brother." I looked at him innocently, but knew that my eyes showed I was smug.
Edward chuckled. "Baby brother?"
"Is there an issue?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No, it just seems like you're the youngest. You're the tiniest."
I snorted. "Because I'm a girl who lives with Rosalie."
"What do you mean?"
"The worst thing we can have when Rosalie's around is coffee. Every once in a while, we'll have fattening foods, and occasional ice cream for pity parties. Rose wants to fit into her dress, even though it's supposed to be the opposite way around, and why am I explaining to you?"
"I don't know, why are you?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Are you taking me back or not?"
He sighed, clearly agitated. My life is now complete. "Go."
My eyes widened. "But I'm just a girl. A damsel in distress. I can't possibly know where I'm going. I need a man like… Like you." I knew my eyes were shining with fake wonder. "Like a complete futile, pointless, disappointment of man. Oh, I forgot to mention asshole." I smiled, and walked to the front door. "As if."
"You think you can handle the world all by yourself with someone there to help you?" He asked following me, pulling his hood up, and ducked his head.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't think. I know. I don't need a guy to lean on every time there's a bump in the road. Please. I'm not some stupid bimbo." I pushed down on the elevator.
"Shallow."
"I am not shallow!" I objected, stepping into the little compartment. Ugh, little. He stepped in, and leaned in the farthest corner from me, and stared into my eyes.
"Since your getting defensive, I beg to differ."
"I am not defensive."
"No, not defensive, just an angry person!"
"I am not angry! I more like pissed off! I completely and utterly hate you, and now I have to sit in a stupid car with you until you hit the other end of town." I sighed.
"Maybe you should pick a hotel near your brother than."
"Maybe you should drop dead." I responded.
"Why do you hate me?"
"Why are you still breathing?"
"Ugh! You know what? You aggravate me!"
"Oh, am I supposed to feel hurt, or am I not supposed to be jumping for joy?" I smiled. He just glared at me. The elevator beeped, and I realized that we were not on the main floor. "What the-" My voice cut off, as I saw the doors slid open, and the cars sparkle in the automatic lights. "Oh my god!" I whispered. Who the holy hell knew I would that they had an underground garage? 'Cause I sure didn't.
"Pick one." He smiled. Aww, he was trying to be nice. Gag me.
I looked around, and saw a beautiful crème colored 1973 Monti Carlo. I walked over to it, and touched it gingerly. "It's beautiful."
"You weren't supposed to see it." He said coming up.
"And why not?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise." He explained.
"Oh." I let it drop. He came over and opened the passenger side door.
"Come on." He encouraged me.
I turned on my heel, and walked over to the nearest car, which just happened to be a silver Volvo. I opened the passenger door, and stepped in. I looked back, to see Edward slam the door shut with much unneeded force.
"I seriously don't get it." he grumbled. "What's the point of that? There was no reason for it." He grabbed the car keys off a hook, and got in. He looked at me, and shook his head, rolling his eyes.
"Is there an issue?" I snapped.
"Yes. I have an issue, with you in my damn car."
"Oh, so this is yours?" I asked sweetly.
"Don't you dare even try to mess it up. If you do, I tell Emmett."
I rolled my eyes, but that was exactly what I was going to do. "God, your such a tattle tale."
He narrowed his eyes, and slipped out into the busy road. My phone buzzed. "Who's that?" He asked referring to the phone. I had a different song for Rosalie. It was me singing Stand, by Rascal Flatts.
"It's me." I snapped and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Where the hell are you at?!" She screamed.
"Tell her were you're at and I will seriously crash this car." He threatened.
"1. Shut the hell up. 2. Your not stupid enough to do that because my brothers will kill you, and 3. I'm not going to tell her."
"Tell me what? Bella, were are you?"
"I'm on the way back to the hotel."
I heard Alice speak. "Rose, it's Em."
"Here, talk to Alice."
"Bella, where did you go?"
"No where."
"Don't you dare lie to me!" She shouted.
"Damn, I know where you get that bitchiness from."
"Didn't I tell you to shut the hell up? Stop, it's a damn red light? What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing." He said innocently. "Yes, considering the fact that you almost caused us to get into a crash, and you could have killed me. See! Look at that big car. It would have killed me!"
"Shut up!" He yelled.
"Like I said before, drop dead."
"Who are you talking to?" Alice asked.
"Some stupid guy, that Emmett had me drive back to the hotel."
"I'm not stupid."
"No, your just retarded."
"Guh!" He shouted. I rolled my eyes.
"Were are you at specifically?"
"Like, maybe down the road. I don't know."
"We'll be there in like 10 minutes maybe."
"He says 1 minutes, but I don't believe it."
"If a random stranger said that to you, would you believe him?" He asked.
"If it wasn't you, then yes."
"Emmett!" I heard Rosalie scream.
"What the hell?" Me and Alice asked that the same time.
"Bella, I'll call you back." And she hung up. I sighed and let my head fall into my hands.
"I'm freaking screwed."
"In the head yes."
"Shut up! My best friend is pissed at my brother, she's probably in hysterics right now, my other best friend, has no idea what's going on, my brothers lied, my boyfriend lied to me, and now I'm sitting in a car with a complete dumbass!"
"I am not."
"No your just a selfish bastard."
"How?"
"Because when someone has a breakdown, the other person tries to comfort them. You just get hurt when I call you a dumbass."
He sighed. "I'm sorry."
"No your not." I hissed. He didn't speak the rest of the way. When he pulled into the hotel, there were very big men, with very big camera's standing around.
"Shit!" He cried, his hands slamming into the wheel.
"What?"
"Paparazzi'."
"And?"
"Just…-" He unbuckled, and leaned towards the back seat. The lifted the right seat-how cool is that?-and pulled out a blanket. "Get into the back, and put this over you." I groaned.
"Why?"
"Just do it, damnit!" He shouted. I crawled into the back, and he dropped the blanket over me. "Don't move until I tell you to, even when I get out."
"What?" What the hell was he going to do?
"Just stay down." The door opened, and he got out. I sighed. This is horrible. Just completely and utterly horrible. A few minutes later-that seemed like forever-the door opened quickly, and I jerked as he sped past.
"What the hell?" I cried. I was about to get up, when a hand pressed onto my back.
"Stay down!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't want them to see you!"
"Why not?" I snapped.
"Because…" He groaned. "Just listen to me." I huffed. He made a turn, then jerked to a stop.
"Ow!" I shouted.
"You can get up." I sat up, and looked around. We were in a back alley. "What the hell are we doing here?"
He turned around and faced me. "We have to sneak into the hotel."
"Why?" Then I realized something. "We? As in you too."
"Yes."
I groaned, and leaned into the back seat. "Why do you have to come with me?"
"Because I can't go back."
"Why not!" I yelled.
"Because then they're going to assume something, and hunt you down like prey!" His eyes flashed, and I knew I was pushing his buttons. Good. The asshole needed his buttons pushed.
"Fine." I snapped and got out. I walked towards the closest back door. He was right behind me. I honestly wouldn't know, because he didn't make a sound, but I could feel his presence. I hated the feeling. I pulled on the door. Locked. "Please tell me you have a key."
"Darn." He said, as he unlocked it. "I didn't."
"Okay smartass." I looked around. We were on the staircase.
"Run." He said.
"What why?" Suddenly I heard the door click. He pushed me, and I ran. "Who is that?" I asked.
"Paparazzi." He said again.
"How do you know?" I hissed, and I ran up the stairs as fast I could.
"Because I just do. I've been doing this kind of thing since I first started."
"Running into girls hotel rooms is what you've been doing?"
"No. Running from the damn paparazzi."
"Here." I handed him my room key. "Run in. I'm stopping on this floor. They won't know."
"Bella." he said, still not slowing down.
"Just go." I hissed. I stopped and flew the door open, and walked down the hall towards the elevator.
"Hey! One went this way." Someone called. The door opened, and I fought to keep my breathing controlled. It wasn't labored from the running, but from the fact that someone is decided to stalk me. I fought the urge to not turn around. "Hey!" He cried. Camera's flashed and I turned around, looking confused.
"Who are you?"
"Nick Hassling. I'm from 'Entertain U'." I nodded for him to continue. "Have you seen Edward Mason here?"
God, I better be a good actress. My eyes widened, and shock. A veneer. "Edward Mason is in the building." I squealed. He looked at me like I was on crack. Oh, yes, this was working.
"Yes. Have you seen him?"
I shook my head. "No. But I'll definitely be on the look out, now!" I gave him a huge smile.
"Great. Here's my card." He handed it to me.
"Thanks." I turned again. I walked to the elevator, and headed up to the floor of my room. When I stepped off, the big men with big camera's I saw earlier were turning to face me. Then the camera's fell and they looked disappointed.
"Who are you?" Someone asked as I walked slowly towards the door.
"I could ask you the same thing. Why are you standing in front of my door?" I asked.
"Edward Mason walked through this door."
"As cool as that would be. I don't know him. I mean, like, he's the hottest guy on the planet, that's famous, and I'm from Seattle. My boyfriends here though."
"Does he happen to have copper like hair?"
I rolled my eyes, "No he has black."
"What's he wearing?" A man protested.
"He's wearing a grey Armani shirt. Can I go in now? He's waiting for me." They apologized and I walked in. I shut the door, and leaned against it, making sure it was locked. "Edward?" I whispered. The light flicked on, and he was sitting on the couch. "I swear, if Emmett thinks I'm a bad actor, then I'm going to shoot him."
"Why?"
"Because I lied twice, to save your ass." I hissed.
"Do you have your phone?" He asked. I touched my pockets.
"Shit! I left it in the car."
He sighed. "So did I." He reached for the hotel phone, but it started ringing. "Hello?" Then he handed me the phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Isabella, you have a call. Would you like to direct me to you?"
"Yes. Thank you." There was a click.
"Oh, good!" I heard Alice cry out. "You're there. I'm on my way. Rosalie is here, and we're on our way up."
"Okay, great." I hung up, and turned to Edward. "You have to hide."
"Why?"
"Alice and Rose are coming up. Rose is a mess, and Alice is pretty much a stalker when it comes to you."
"Really?" He had a smirk on his face.
"Yes, asshole, now hide." I hissed. I pushed towards my room. I wouldn't mention the fact that it was because of Jasper Whitlock. He'll get over it.
"Where am I supposed to hide?"
"The closet. It's the perfect place for you."
He noticed my snide comment of his sexual orientation. "Not cool. But I can show I'm straight." He winked.
"If I wasn't mad at Em, I would tell him." I rolled my eyes, and he opened the closet door.
"What about D?" He asked.
"D?" Who's D?"
"Demitri… And I'm the dumbass."
"You are. Now hide." I shut the closet door, when the door opened.
"Bella?" Alice called. I walked out into the living room, and shut the bedroom door behind me. I took one look at Rose, and was shot with hurt.
"Rose, hun." I whispered.
"He lied to me. He said that he worked in the recording studio. But he works for Freaking STUPID EDWARD MASON!" She cried. Alice led her over to the couch. "I mean, I would have understood if he told me later when we were dating. But I was about to get married to him. You can't base marriage off of that." She whispered. I hugged her, causing her to start crying.
"For three years, he's lied. How could he do that?"
"I don't know. My brothers a bastard. Just like Edward."
"Bella?" Alice asked. I looked over at her. "Did you meet him?" I swallowed. "Because if you did, I hope you kicked his ass." I gaped at her. Did she..? When…?
"Did I hear you right?"
"No, brother, or fiancé does that. Over a freaking celebrity." She shook her head in disgust. I bit my lip.
"Rosie, you'll be okay." I whispered.
"How?" She demanded, suddenly mad. "How will I be okay? I'm supposed to marry the guy, and he lied. Then I find out it's a guy that I was obsessed with, then my best friend doesn't answer the phone."
"I know, I'm sorry, but I left it in my purse." Shit! That wasn't supposed to slip.
"Where's your purse?" Alice asked.
"Emmett's." I lied. She didn't notice. What the hell was up with that? I stood, and Alice took my place. "I need your phone." I said. Alice handed it over, not bother to interrogate. I went into my room, and opened the closet door. "Be quiet." I whispered. I dialed Emmett's number.
"Hello?" Alec's voice rang through.
"Where's Emmett?" I asked.
"Bella? If you're going to call to cuss him out for Rosalie, then he probably doesn't want to hear it."
"I'm not. Edward's car is in the alley."
"And?" He asked.
I sighed. "You need to get it. Switch the cars. I don't know! Just move the damn thing."
"Damn, okay fine."
"And when you do, grab my purse out of the passenger side."
"Alright. I'll have someone send it up."
"Thanks." I hung up. Edward just looked at me.
"You shouldn't be mad at him." He whispered.
"Why not?"
"Because he didn't know."
"What do you mean?"
He sighed. Then sat on the bed. Ugh, and I had to sleep there. "Alec was with Emmett. Emmett saw the paparazzi, and made Alec come with, because that was his only way there, and back. Alec knew nothing. We met back at Emmett's house."
"But you told you off." I whispered. I really didn't want to believe it.
"Because he likes you… A lot. I can tell. Just… Don't be mad at him okay?"
"Why not? I mean…" There wasn't anything to mad about really. If he didn't know, then it wasn't his fault. "What about the looks he gave Demitri, and Emmett."
He rolled his eyes. "He knew that D worked with celebrities. That's how Alec met D."
"Oh. But he didn't know Demitri worked for you?"
"No, not specifically. Just for a celebrity. And he thought you knew. He was so pissed off when Emmett told him that you didn't. Please.. Don't be mad at him." His eyes burned into mine.
I nodded helpless, struck by the fire in his eyes. "I won't." I whispered. He looked away, and I was finally able to breathe out the breathe I didn't know I was holding.
"Bella?" Alice called. Edward jumped off the bed, and the closet door clicked shut as the French doors opened. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I just called… Alec. He's bringing my purse over."
Her eyes narrowed. "I don't think that's the best idea."
"No! No, it's not like that…" I explained to her, while leading her out of the room.
"Oh… But Rosalie can't see him. She'll just hurt." She whispered.
I glanced at the couch, were Rose had finally went to sleep. "I know."
"I was going to bring her to your room-"
"No!" I said, too loudly. We both looked over at Rosalie in alarm, but she hadn't stirred.
"Why not?"
"Because being with me, would just hurt her even more. Because I'm his sister, it will remind her."
"But your pissed at him too."
"I know, but he's my brother."
She nodded, in defeat. "I know. I see your side. I understand. Just help me bring her into my room."
I nodded. "Pull down the sheets. I'll get her." I walked over to the couch and bent down. "Rose." I whispered. "Rosie?"
She made a whimper noise. Another piece of me began to hurt. God, if I only liked Edward Mason…
"Rose, we have to move you to Ali's bed." She gave a little nod, and I helped her stand up, and half carried her to the bed. When I walked in, Alice was going threw Rosalie's suitcase, that they brought back with them. I laid her into the bed, as Alice walked over to me. "I'll go get a wet wash cloth." I mumbled. Alice just nodded. I walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a wash cloth, putting it in warm water. When I walked back in, Rosalie was in her pajamas. I leaned over the bed, and wiped away Rose's tear tracks. The I gently wiped away her make up. "Good night, Bella." Alice whispered when I headed to the door.
"Night, Ali."
"Bella..?" It wasn't Alice's voice.
"Yeah, Rose."
"You and Alice are the best sisters I could ever have. I love you."
I couldn't help the smile, then felt a pang in my gut, a feeling that made me want to puke, because the person that is on the other side of the wall, is the very person that made all this mess. "I love you too Rosie." It was true, she really was the best sister I had, with Alice. But Emmett had to go and mess it up… I walked into my room, to see Edward sitting cross-legged, in the center of my bed. "Why are you on my bed. I actually have to sleep there. Because that's what normal people do. They sleep."
He rolled his eyes. "I sleep." I snorted. "Yeah, your right. I wake up early as hell, can only take a couple naps, maybe, then I don't get back home 'til late."
"Life's rough." I sighed. I grabbed my pajamas that were sitting on the edge of my bed, and went into the bathroom.
"I don't suppose you have any guys wear, do you?"
I snorted. "No."
He sighed. "I'll just sneak downstairs. I might find a little worker here."
"Or, you could call and have them meet you in the hallway." I rolled my eyes. "Then you can get whatever the hell you need, and I can go to sleep, then I can wake up, and have you gone."
"I can't wait 'til morning."
"Neither can I." I grumbled. "Get off the bed." He did, grudgingly, and went to the phone on the bedside table. He called downstairs, and started for the door.
"Who the hell did you call?" I hissed.
"My stylist." He shrugged.
"Just don't get your ass caught." The door clicked shut and I was consumed by darkness, and my thought. I couldn't help but think about what I thought of earlier…
If I like Edward Mason… I shuddered, under the warm blankets. God, that would be gross. But if I did. I wouldn't have met him. I wouldn't have gotten Rosalie's marriage on the brink. Because if I liked him, I would have been on the dance floor. I would be dancing with Rose and Alice. I wouldn't have sat at that bar, I wouldn't have had the guy sitting next to me. I wouldn't have to see the giant man, that I know realize was Emmett, stand behind him warning us of the paparazzi. I wouldn't have had to worry about getting shoved into a car with people I didn't know. I wouldn't have had to worry about seeing my brothers, my boyfriend, and the guy that was so famous. I wouldn't have had to worry about waking up in Emmett's room, to go into his living room, to yell at him. To go back in forth with Edward, to yell at my brothers some more, to get told to 'get out', to have my friends worry, to have a vain, venal person take me back to the hotel, almost get into a crash, to sneak him in, to lie to the paparazzi not once, but twice. I wouldn't have had to worry about having him hide in the closet, to comfort my best friend, to get a talking to by the shallow man, they call an Adonis. I wouldn't have had to clean my friends tear stained face, and end up having her telling me how much I mean to her, just to have my heart hurt, because of the thing only a few feet away. And most of all, I wouldn't be lying to the people I love, to save a guy's-who I hate-ass. What is wrong with me?
But of course I am, doing all those things, and I'm having another mental breakdown. I couldn't think because of guilt, I couldn't breathe right, because of guilt, and I couldn't sleep because the vulgar man wasn't here. Wait, what? I was going insane. It was official. I was going to die. My life is completely over. I didn't need him here to let me go to sleep, but my eyes wouldn't close peacefully until the door opened softly, and walked over to the dresser.
"You can sleep on the bed." I whispered.
"I don't want to do that to you." He said, in a voice, just as low as mine.
"Why? I suggested it. Besides, it's only polite to listen. Then again, you're never polite." I hissed at him, as he came over.
"I am, to polite."
"That's BullShit. If you were polite, you would have had the courtesy to not try and kill me."
"I wasn't going to kill you, Bella."
"You were, too! You didn't stop, and the light was red."
"Whatever. I was slowing down."
"No, you weren't."
"Yes, I was."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Si."
"No."
"Damn it Bella, I was slowing down, and I was not going to crash you, so shut up and go to sleep." I heard the noises of the meat of my palm of my hand, hit his shoulder. "OW! What the hell was that for?"
"For being impolite to me, and almost killing me." I turned to my side, to have my back facing him. But I could still smell him. It was in the car, it was in the hallway by the door, it was in the room when he left, it was in the car garage. It was a musky smell, but it smelt different.. In a good way, I hated to admit. He smelt of musk…and… man. That's the only way I could put it. He smelt good. Of musk and man. Because every guy that' I've been with, have smelt like what they are, boys. Immature, and perverted assholes.
"Are you sure Alec won't mind?" He whispered into the darkness, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Are you sure you won't be a tattletale?" I responded.
"Alright. It isn't my head." He whispered.
"No, your right. I could just tell him that you came up here after I told you not to, while I was sleeping. But it will be my head."
"You sneaky…" He whispered.
"Don't push my buttons." I hissed, and shut my eyes.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------To have them open again, to the light. Oh, and I can't forget the piercing scream, coming from a tiny person's mouth at my door. I gasped, and sat up straight.
"What the hell?" She cried. I glanced over, and Edward was just getting up. He glanced at the clock.
"Wow, I have to hide out more often. This is the latest I've ever slept." He said, completely oblivious.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Alice hissed, glaring at Edward. I moved, but her eyes cut through me. "You're supposed to be our best friends."
Okay, so I know it took me a long time. Again, I'm sorry. But I have a few things to say.
1.) I want at least 20 reviews for the next chapter.
2.) I might not get the next chapter up for a while, because I have a very busy schedule for this month. I'm sorry!
3.) Do you guys have any stories to recomend on here? I want to see what you all read.
4.) I am changing this story to 'M' just because they say the 'F' word, and I'm extremely paranoid. And I'm changing the title, to, 'This is the day my life turned upside down.'
5.) This is the most important one!!! How do you get a guys cell phone number without seeming obvious?
Please reply, and answer number 5 becuase I really want to know.. Stupid boys... Make me go crazy.
But thanks! ~Erica Mea 8D~