Quickly he screamed "sneak attack" and threw glow sticks at me before lunging. I smirked knowing his obvious ways were to be comically and I jumped up and forward. Our bodies collided in a mess of appendages. The breath was knocked from my lungs as we crashed heavily onto the unstable floor, now slippery with sweat and a light drizzle that had just stared.

I gasped trying to catch my breath. Mike scrambled above me and jokingly thrust his hips in an overly sexual way. I exaggerated a gag in turn.

A laugh burst from the wall. Eddy was eyeing Mike with a stupid grin on his face. This must have been intention; a drunk wager between the two. My cheeks flamed, a rose color creeping up my cheeks to my ears. I was not giving up the fight though. I used Mike distraction to my advantage. I sprung up and shoved him over, using my bodyweight to keep his shoulders down.

"One…" Eddy said between fits of giggles, "two… three! The little sheep defeats the lion" Eddy crowed again. I had to admit, his crooked smile was pretty hot. "I challenge the girl" Eddy found his composure. Instantly his features changed into something more feral. I cringed.

I don't like strangers touching me. Maybe it is one of those lessons Charlie subconsciously imparted onto me through all those summers, but the thought alone makes me feel like I need to find my pepper spray –that ever-present bottle in the glove box of my old pickup. But Eddy was hot. I couldn't deny that. And I couldn't help but feel my racing heart flutter when the met his copper eyes. Still, I hardly knew the guy, and I could smell the vodka on his breath from here.

It was then that I realized here was only a foot from his eyes and lips. While entranced in my reverie, Eddy had come up to me. I was staring, too.

"Like what you see?" Eddy's eyes twinkled mischievously, but they still glinted with the trace of a hunter sizing up his prey. They looked black. Despite his appearance, that phrase had the power to piss me the fuck off.

Those were the words Jake had said to me when I had found myself gaping at his new body at La Push three months ago. I did, but that alerted me to the awful personality he had developed. Jake only smirked at my blush. That day was the beginning of the end of our friendship.

Looking back at Eddy, I let the hatred blur my vision. "Just watch your back, Eddy. I'm tougher than I look." I clenched my teeth. I heard Mike's breath in the distance, still giggling, obtuse to my change in mood.

Eddy sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. The crooked smile returned. "I can see that. Mike looks positively ravaged by your ferocity. I'm looking forward to being the object of your pent-up tensions." Edward winked, obvious as ever. What. A. Douche. "It's Edward by the way." And he held out his hand.

I looked at his arm, veins straining against muscle beneath tight pale skin. So similar to Jake, but the perfect contrast as well… I contemplated that hand before I shook it.

We circled each other, sizing and calculating. Edward was in a slight crouch in the perfect boxing stance. I sat casually on my heels. Thinking. Edward faked to the left. I sprung up, colliding with his massive shoulder. It felt like rock. I fell backward, rolling over into the wall of the bounce house. Edward let out a short laugh. "HA!" Of course I attacked him and only hurt myself. Edward faked right again, but this time I went right with him. That was a mistake. I was directly in front of him. Within seconds I was on the ground, struggling against the weight of Edward.

To be honest, it felt good to feel his body pressed lengthwise above me. I had never had a boyfriend, only three uncomfortable kisses, and five incredibly unsuccessful dates. This was the most contact I had ever had with a boy my age… ever.

I reached up to push against his biceps as he held me down. "Come on, Bella. You can do more than that surely. I know Mike's a pussy and all, but you beat him way to easily for you to lose so quickly." Edward whispered into my ear. His breath was somehow cool against the night. It sent shivers down my spine and I didn't want him to stop talking.

Then I heard Mike, "one… two…" It was lazy the way he said it. Like my defeat was inevitable.

I pulled Edward closer and then rolled us over so that I would be on top. He was cute from this angle as well. His gold hair was messed up in an "I-just-had-awesome-sex" look. He looked up at me again. Shit. I was caught staring again. Edward launched me up into the air due to my lapse in focus. I landed on the slippery floor and scrambled to find purchase for my feet. The air went out of me suddenly as Edward sat on my upper back. "One. Two. Three" came from the wall. Fucking Mike.

Edward got off me and helped me up. "Good job." He smiled a mouth full of dazzling teeth.

"Thanks," I was blushing again. The wall had about six people, way more than my comfort of spectators. I turned to walk out of the bounce house. It had suddenly become too hot and humid for me to breath. But, because people were looking at me (one more attractive than the rest) I slipped and fell on my ass. Edward stifled a chuckle as he helped me up and out of the bounce house.