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When the man had slammed the door shut, I turned to glare at him and prepared to cuss a storm at the idiot. Until I saw his face.
Okaaay.. I totally did not expect this.
The face I was currently gawking at, was the same gorgeous face from first class and baggage claim.
I'd love to claim his baggage any time.
I felt a cold drop in the corner of my mouth. Great. I was drooling. I shook my head and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
Wow. He's even more beautiful up close, if that's even possible. He looks around maybe twenty-six or twenty-five years old. Not bad at all. We could totally worrr- What?! Okay, focus!
I finally noticed the expression that he had on his face and it was not a happy one. He looked sort of, angry? Why would he be angry? I didn't do crap to him but gawk.
And think dirty, dirty things about him. I swear, I sometimes gross myself out.
"If your done staring, I would really appreciate it if you give me back my suitcase."
Huh? "Excuse me? I don't know what you're talking about."
He sighed and opened the taxi door again. "You can go. Sorry," he told the driver.
The driver just nodded and sped off looking for another customer.
"What the hell? That was my taxi! What's your problem?" I poked him in the chest. Hard.
He sighed. Again. I swear, if he kept that up, he's going to turn into Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh. That would be one sexy blue donkey, or was it purple? Focus!
"My problem is that you stole my luggage," He nodded his head toward the suitcase.
"Uhh. I don't think so. This is mine. I didn't steal anything."
As he reached towards the handle of the large suitcase, he said, "Sure. Isn't that what all thieves say? Now, I'll just be taking back my things and I advise you to let go before I call the authorities."
Oh, hell no. He did not just call me a thief and threaten me with the cops. My dad is Chief of Police here for goodness sake!
This guy's ass is grass.
"First of all, do not threaten me. Especially with the cops. My father is Chief of Police!" I began to poke the man harder as I continued with my rant, "Secondly, how dare you call me a thief? You don't even know me! Look, it says right here on this tag that it belongs to-" Oh shit.
"Edward Cullen. And that would be me. Like I said thief, I will be taking my things now."
He grabbed the handle and began walking back into the airport lobby while I just stood there with my jaw opening and closing until, "Hey, wait!" I called and ran after him.
I grabbed his elbow and stood in front of him. He just looked at me with a irritated expression.
"Okay, so I guess taking your luggage was my fault. However, we do have the same exact suitcase, you know. I should have checked the tag and I guess I should apologize, but calling me a thief was totally uncalled for. Mistakes happen you know and you should hav-"
"Look, I accept your apology. Whatever. I am tired and want to go home. How about you save your rambling for the next time we meet?"
I looked at his face and he was pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked in pain with his eyes shut tight. I probably gave him a hardcore headache. He deserves it.
He looked me in the eyes and said, "Goodbye," then continued walking.
What. A. Bastard.
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Man, what a morning. When the bastard walked away, I just stood there thinking about what had happened. Did I really just have a fight with the "deliciously sexy" man from first class? Great, now he thinks that I'm a thief.
Great first impression, Bella.
"Look, I accept your apology. Whatever. I am tired and want to go home. How about you save your rambling for the next time we meet?"
The bastard, also known as Edward Cullen, knew that it was like a one in a billion chance that we would ever meet again. Sneaky bastard.
Then I suddenly realized that I didn't have my luggage. I ran back to the baggage claim and some old man was looking through the pockets. When I walked up to him, I nicely asked if I could have my suitcase back. I showed him the tag hanging around the handle and it was indeed mine.
The old man just smiled at me and said, "I will, but at a cost."
Ew. That's just gross. I thought old men were supposed to be nice and talk about the good old days.
I sighed and was about to say something, but suddenly gasped and pointed behind the man. Surprised, the man turned around to see what had cause my reaction.
Then I grabbed my suitcase and busted out!
I called for a taxi and hopped into the back seat. Not even caring that my suitcase was taking over half of the seat since I didn't put it into the trunk.
I leaned my head against the cold window of the taxi. From the corner of my eye, I could see that the driver kept eyeing me through his rearview mirror. Creep. He was probably in his late forties. Look all you want, buddy because that's the only thing you'll get from me.
I came to Forks with an opened mind about men and thought new place, new men.
But nope, they still all act the same. Maybe it's just me. Maybe only I attract rude men. I mean, the only men that I truly love are my father, Jasper, and Jacob.
Jacob Black.
Jasper and I are best buds and roomies, but Jacob and I, we are like peanut butter and bananas. Why bananas? Because Jacob hates jelly and because he said bananas remind him of his peepee, but his is much larger.
Yea, his words not mine.
Jacob and I had dated in high school, but we broke it off in about a year. He was my first everything. I truly do love him with all my heart, but I'm not in love with him and I know he feels the same. Now, we are each other's best friends. He has seen me at my best and worst moments, and I have seen him at his.
However, when I moved to Arizona, he had moved to Seattle. He is the owner of some big company now. And when I say big, I mean big. I have seen his face on interviews and magazines. I guess his company is worldwide and he is only twenty-four! I don't really ask much about work though, because when we're together, we have too much fun to talk about work.
Jacob and I are both single at the moment too. Me, I just stopped looking, and Jacob stopped trying too because his job causes him to travel and work a whole lot. He just can't find a permanent girlfriend who could handle that. I mean, Jacob can get any chick he wants. It would only take him a second to get into a girl's pants.
The bastard knows that he is that good too. Every second he has girls fawning over him.
I haven't seen Jacob since the last time I saw my parents, but we constantly email and call each other. He is my best friend and Rosalie, and Jasper Hale are my best buds.
"Miss, you arrived at your destination. Would you like any help with your-"
"I got it. Here."
I interrupted him and handed him the money. I just wanted to get out. I quickly looked out the window and I was staring at my parent's home. I missed this place.
I placed my hand on the door handle and was just about to open it, when another person from outside had beat me to it and held the door wide open for me.
I smiled. A huge toothy smile.
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So, there you go. I hope you enjoyed it. I know it isn't that great yet, but that's because I wanted to let you guys read this first and tell me what you think. Then I'll decide whether or not to continue. Thank You for taking the time to readJ