Authors Note:

Hey guys! So as promised, 270 reviews or more and I upload so here you go.

Love, love, love this chapter, so I hope you guys do to. Also a little side note, what I find hilarious is most of you guys dislike Jacob and I've actually based him off a real life person I know of. You could say this story is based on personal true events that I've been through over the recent years. But just to be clear, Bellas family situation is entirely made up, my parents are great! Nothing like Bellas, but everyone else, Alice, Edward, Jacob, Zack, Tanya, Rosalie etc are based on real life people I know. Let's just say I've had personal experience with a guy like Jacob and Edward so it makes it easier to channel that into writing.

That's one of the reasons your compliments mean a lot to me because I'm glad to know you're enjoying it.

Without further ado, enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

I look up into his blazing eyes and I'm done for, then I'm angry because I hate the affect he has on me.

"What do you mean, what am I doing here? I'm here with my friends. What are you doing here? Stalking me?"

"Who's the guy at the bar?" I look past his shoulder at Mike who's standing at the bar staring at us with shock on his face. He looks as if he's ready to come over and carry on chatting with me but Edward turns and and faces him head on and suddenly Mike doesn't look that hot when compared to the man infront of me.

He turns away and sits back down at the bar, downing his drink in one and lowering his head. If I didn't know better he looks disappointed which means my little game had worked, I must remember to tell the girls later. No doubt they'd jump for joy.

I look back at Edward who's currently staring me down. How is it I'm nearly 6ft tall in these heels but standing next to Edward makes me feel like I'm half that size?

"Just some guy, Mike something."

"Do you make it a habit to speak to random guys at a bar?"

"Excuse me?" What exactly is he trying to get at?

"Well I'm just saying, we met at a bar and we hadn't even been on date and we were sharing a bed. You really shouldn't make this a habit of yours."

"I'll do whatever I want, and if that means sleeping with strangers then so be it."

"I hardly think we're strangers Isabella."

"Really? What's my favourite colour then?"

"Green."

"Wai- how did you know that?" Alice must've told him.

"You've worn green twice now, plus your phone case is green, it wasn't that hard to figure it out."

"So you know my favourite colour, still doesn't mean we're not strangers."

"How about you let me take you on that date, and then we can become something other than strangers?"

I stare off into air as if I'm contemplating the question, even though I already know my answer.

"I'm not really one to date strangers, wait, no. Let me rephrase that. I'm not really one to date the likes of you."

"What's so wrong with me?" He has that cocky look on his face and I'm tempted to just slap him again.

"Ok, let's just map this thing out. So we go on a few dates, we have sex and that's absolutely fine, because you know I have to lose it some day, we part ways and because you're a famous footballer I have to endure seeing your face all over the place, which makes it kind of hard to get over the guy I lost it too, while you go about shagging anything with a vagina while making millions kicking a ball around. Now there's the other scenario in which we go on a few dates, we have sex, I fall in love with you but it's an unrequited love and so you reject me and my heart gets broken while you go on to shag- well you get the point. Doesn't seem like I win either way."

"Ah I get it now, you won't go on a date with me because you're scared you'll fall in love with me. I can't say I blame you."

"No, I'm merely exploring every outcome."

"Well you seem to have forgotten one."

"Really? And which one is that?"

"The one where we both fall in love with eachother and we end up living happily ever after."

His eyes are so intense I can't seem to pull away. I'm drawn to him like a moth is drawn to a flame.

"Life isn't a fairytale Edward."

"It is if you make it one."

"And how would I go about doing that exactly?"

"Get yourself a prince."

"Oh, and I suppose you're my prince?"

He lowers his head so that he can whisper straight into my ear. "Only if you want me to be."

My heart is beating heavy and fast, I'm almost worried that he can hear it but at this moment, I've gone past the point of caring. I just need to distance myself from him. He's too dangerous for me to ever be around. I lose my inhibitions around him.

I walk off ignoring him but I know he's following me towards our table. I sit down next to Tanya so that there's no space for him, and stare at all the shocked faces around me.

Tanya looks like she's lost her use of speech, Rosalie looks like she wants to pounce on Edward and Alice has that knowing smile.

"There's no space for you here Edward, just go."

"Oh, well I was just heading to the bathroom so?"

I stare Alice down. "No you're not, you're staying right where you are Alice."

"It's okay Alice, there's plenty of space." Edward states, although he's clearly blind if he thinks there's space for him here.

The next thing I know, I'm being pulled up out of the booth and then being pulled down onto a lap seconds later. His arms wrap around my waist tight, so there's no way I'm getting out of this without causing a scene.

A scene which wouldn't be so far off considering nearly half the club had it's eyes on us already. It's almost as if he knows that I'm the type of person to avoid causing any kind of scene in public.

I turn in his lap so that I'm facing him, he's smiling at me, a cheeky smile which radiates the words 'ha-ha'.

"Let me up now."

"I could, but then where would you sit?"

"I'm sure Mike would be happy to join me at a different booth."

His smile falters and he becomes his normal angry self again.

Yeah, well fuckyou!

"Don't test my patience Isabella."

"Your patience!? How about you consider my patience for a second?"

He outright ignores me and moves his head so that he's looking towards my friends and not me.

"I don't believe I've met you lovely ladies before. I'm Edward Masen, you are?"

"Tanya, nice to meet you."

"Rosalie Hale. I know exactly who you are, you can call me Rose."

"I'm Alice. But we've met before."

I can't help but notice that Rose uses her full name when introducing herself, I don't know why, but I don't like the tone in her voice, it's too seductive, it makes me feel uncomfortable.

I can tell I'm jealous, I'd be an idiot not to admit it, there's no way I can ever compare to her. I'm suddenly glad that I'm the one sitting on Edwards lap.

"Yes, at the game right?"

Alice nods at him before smiling.

"That game was fantastic Mr Masen, you did England proud."

Since when did Rose watch football?

"Edward's fine, and thankyou Rose. I appreciate it."

"When's your next game? I've always wanted to go to a match."

"You're in luck, we're playing against Czech Republic in about two weeks, I'm sure I can get you tickets."

"Wow, thanks, that'd be great Edward."

Why the fuck did he come over here if he was going to spend the whole time speaking to Rose?

I pull at his hands, I suddenly don't want to be here to witness him flirting with someone I kind of class as a friend. The thing is, I don't even blame her for flirting, who in their right mind wouldn't?

His grip tightens and he starts to rub circles on the inside of my thigh. I didn't think I could ever get turned on by such a simple gesture but boy, was I wrong.

"I need to go to the toilet. Let me up Edward."

He looks at me, as if trying to see if I'm lying. I must pass his little test because he lets me up. Or maybe he wants me out of the way so that he can speak to Rose? I don't let myself think about it as I head towards the toilets.

I try my best to wash my face without wrecking the minimal make-up I have on, I have to say I manage it pretty well.

I stand in front of the mirror and stare at myself. I look paler than usual, a little skinnier than usual, but the bags under my eyes have disappeared. The make-up has covered the yellowing bruise on my cheek so no-one would be able to tell it was there.

All in all, I look okay. I look dare I say, pretty? The bathroom door opens and Alice walks in.

"Hey, you were taking ages, you okay?"

"I'm fine, just a little tired."

"It's not even 9 o'clock yet?"

"I know, guess I'm feeling a little drained."

"So it has nothing to do with Rosalie blatantly flirting with your man back there?"

Was I that obvious?

"He's not my man."

She shrugs her shoulders. "Whatever you say. Well come on, Edward's moving us to the v.i.p area, more space."

"Ofcourse he is."

I follow her out to the club and walk to the sectioned off area, they let us through without asking any questions.

Edwards sitting with three other guys, Tanya and Rose. They sit in order of random guy, random guy, Edward, Rose, Tanya, random guy. Seeing her sit so close to Edward sends a sharp pain through my chest, is this what heartbreak feels like?

No, it's just plain old jealousy.

I go to sit next to the first random guy, two can play at this game.

Alice goes to sit next to the random guy on the opposite side of the line, leaving me alone next to this one.

The nearest two turn to introduce themselves to me.

"Hi, I'm Jasper Whitlock." Says the one next to me, the one next to him introduces himself as just Emmett.

"I'm Bella, nice to meet you guys. So how do you know Edward?"

"We all play for England."

Oh, I kick myself mentally because I should know that considering I went to their game the other day.

"Right, that makes total sense."

Jasper laughs quietly, he's very handsome with short blonde curls and blue eyes, he's like the male version of Alice.

"How do you know Edward, Bella?"

How do I know him?

"I er, well we met a while back and er- honestly, it's so complicated, I wouldn't even know where to start."

I can see Rose out of the corner of my eye as she touches Edwards arm lightly while laughing at something he's said. He's smiling down at her and I literally see red.

He hardly ever smiles at me like that, he's always too angry or reserved around me. Well I hope they have fun together, I don't give a fuck.

Really, I don't.

"According to the world, you're Edwards new girlfriend?"

"The world have it so wrong, we're not together."

"Well I guess his loss is my gain." I smile at him, this man has no doubt caused hearts to break over the years. "So what do you do?"

"I start university in September."

"Exciting, which one you headed off to?"

"Erm, Durham or Cambridge, I'm not entirely sure yet. I know I'm leaving it late but I'm just so indecisive."

"Wow, that's incredible. Do you know what you want to do?"

"Write, I want to be a writer. Stories mostly, fiction, but aslong as I get to write I don't care what it is."

"It's good you know what you want to do. Makes you more determined to reach your goal."

"Did you always know?"

"Since I could walk. My mom used to tell me that as soon I was walking I used to be in our backgarden kicking around a ball. She tried to get me to do the normal academic thing but once I hit fourteen, there was no turning back. I knew I wanted to be a footballer, since then she's supported me till her last breath."

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't realise-"

My first instinct is to comfort him so I grab his hands in mine and squeeze once before letting go. I know what it feels like to loose such a close family member so I can sympathise with him.

"It's okay, it's been four years now, I've learnt to deal with it."

I nod at him, not knowing what to say. Suddenly I feel arms enclosing around me and I'm being pulled somewhere. I end up on a lap again, I face whoever it is and realise it's Edward.

Ofcourse it is, who else could it be? I realise this lap thing is becoming a recurring occurence, this being the third time I've been in his lap now.

"What are you doing? I was speaking to Jasper."

"I could see that."

He's angry as per usual, I don't know why he bothers speaking to me if I make him angry.

"Why don't you go back to Rosalie? Just leave me alone for once."

His anger slips and he smirks at me.

"I'd prefer to sit here."

"You sure about that?"

"Positive." He nods once.

"Well don't think I'm speaking to you."

I turn my head so that my hairs facing him, but he puts his hands on my head and turns me so that I'm looking at him.

"Why do you fight me so much?"

I realise I don't actually have an answer to his question, why do I fight him so much?

"I don't fight you."

"You've run away from me three times, slapped me across the face and kneed me in the balls, I'm pretty sure that's fighting me?"

"Well, when you put it like that..."

"You still owe me a date, you know."

"Maybe if you asked me out I'd go on one with you, you're the one who hasn't spoken to me in days." I hate how desperate I sound, but there's no turning back now.

"I've been busy with meetings, football practice, training, family."

"I get it, there's no need to make excuses."

"They're not excuses Isabella."

"Stop calling me that."

"Don't you like your name?"

"I do, but no-one says Isabella, I prefer Bella."

"Well I prefer Isabella, so I'm going to call you that."

"You're so stubborn!"

"Exactly, so our date?"

"Tomorrow?"

"Eager are you?"

I go bright red under his gaze. "No, I just want to get it over and done with."

"Tomorrow's fine, actually no, wait, I have practice from one to four."

"Looks like we're never going to go on that date Mr Masen."

"How about you come and watch me practice tomorrow and we'll go out after that? You can bring a friend with you while you watch?"

An offer to watch Edward get all hot and sweaty and naked? Hell yeah.

"Yeah I guess that's good, should I bring Alice or Rosalie?"

He looks at me funny. "I don't know, whoever you want, they're your friends."

"I would've thought you'd prefer Rose, everyone always does."

He let's out an exasperated sigh. "Spit it out Isabella, I know you have something to say?"

"It's nothing."

"Isabella, say it."

"God, fine. I just seen the way you were with her earlier, smiling and happy. Plus look at her, how could anyone turn down that face or body, she's the epitome of perfection."

He laughs that loud laugh of his I almost never get to witness, but this time it makes me feel like a kid, like he's laughing at me because I'm being so childish.

"Oh fuckoff Edward, seriously. I'm glad you find me so amusing."

I try to get out of his grip, using all of my strength but instead he lifts me and turns me fully so that I'm straddling him like I was the first night we met.

And then just like our first night, we kiss, only this time it's him kissing me.

I let myself surrender to him, it feels too good to let go just yet. I grab his hair with one of my hands and pull tightly, wanting to get closer to him. Wanting to devour him.

I feel like a sex crazed animal, rubbing myself against him like a bitch in heat. His lips are soft, but hard at the same time, how is that even possible?

I feel him groan against my lips as he runs his hands up and down my thighs. I feel his erection against me but this time it doesn't freak me out, I'm prepared.

He bites down on my bottom lip and my mouth falls open, his tongue slips in and I reach for it with my own, teasing him slowly. Just when I'm getting into the speed of things he pulls away.

"If I wanted anyone else I wouldn't be here with you, ok?"

I nod once even though inside I'm not sure whether I'm enough for him.

Authors Note:

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