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Hopefully this chapter will turn it around.

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Chapter Two

APOV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror.

It stared painfully back.

I blinked.

It blinked.

I waved.

It waved.

I smiled.

It smirked.

I frowned and turned away before I completely lost it.

I was pretty sure that distinguishing one's inner and outer self as separate units was, by general consensus, considered crazy. Not bouncing off the walls or Texas-chainsaw-massacre crazy, but it was definitely the sort of thing they could throw you in a mental asylum for.

And I had no desire to revisit that chapter of my life.

I reached around to turn the faucet on and let the water run cold before splashing it on my face.

Get a grip, Alice.

I looked back up and tried smiling at myself once more in the mirror. This time myself smiled back. With a triumphant grin I picked up my purse and sashayed out the door.

Jasper was waiting for me in the living room and grinned when he saw me, a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth. I noticed that Edward had still not returned from his phone call.

"Where's the little prodigy?" I sneered, taking the cigarette from him and sinking down into one of the sleek black couches, made of butter soft leather... the type of couch that probably costed more than my whole house. Jasper plucked a new smoke from the packet on the table beside him, and shrugged.

"Probably went to see Bella."

"Bella?"

The name sounded distantly familiar.

"Yeah. Isabella Swan." He replied, lighting the end of my cigarette for me before relaxing back onto his own couch.

Ah, the Swan girl.

I'd done my research on her too. She was a little different from the rest of the filthy rich socialites at Forks Academy, in that her money was through inheritance from her late grandparents, and she wouldn't see a dime of it until she was twenty-one. Whether or not this made her less conceited than the rest of them, I didn't know.

"Her father's a cop though, isn't he?" I asked, taking a pull on my cigarette.

"Yeah. And?"

"Just wondering."

"Why the sudden interest in Bella?" Jasper raised an eyebrow.

"I just didn't peg her as Edward's type. That's all," I shrugged.

Jasper shook his head and carelessly flicked the butt of his own smoke away before coming over to me. I couldn't even move my eyes to see where it hand landed, before Jasper was placing his hands on either side of my couch and lowering his face to mine.

"Can we not talk about Bella and my brother? Not when I've finally got you all to myself…" he flipped my hand up, entwining our fingers together and slowly began kissing his way down my neck. I felt myself moan and immediately brought my free hand up to the back of his head, entwining my fingers through his soft hair. "And I plan on enjoying every minute of it…" Jasper whispered against my skin.

I sighed and relented, letting him kiss his way down to my collarbone.

I can definitely do that.

EPOV

Okay so I may have lied before when I said that my car was my escape and sex was my vice. If I was being truly honest with myself, the room I was in now was my true escape… and my vice. Hell, any room she was in.

Oh fuck it, who am I kidding?

She was my vice… and my escape. It didn't matter where we were. And my problem with sex was never about the small town, simple minded girls of Forks, although they certainly didn't help my cause. My problem was, and always had been, her. She was the one girl on the entire planet I couldn't have. And I wanted her more than anything.

I quietly slid the window shut behind me and made my way toward her bed. We both knew she was awake but she didn't say a word as I slid myself under the covers beside her. I felt her shift slightly to make room for me but the air remained otherwise completely still, our shallow breathing the only sound to be heard. I listened to it contentedly for a few minutes before breaking it.

"Do you always let strangers crawl into bed with you?"

She rolled over to face me and I was almost stunned back into silence. She'd always had that effect on me but she somehow managed to outdo herself every time I saw her and I was always left wondering how she did it, having no possible room for improvement in the first place. Even now, with no makeup on and in her oldest sweats, I could truthfully say it was the most beautiful I'd ever seen her look.

Bella cracked a smile and tucked her arm under her head. "It's just you," her soft voice whispered.

I felt myself mimicking her movement.

"But how did you know that? For all you knew I was a rapist serial killer."

Her eyebrows rose. "Aren't you?"

"I'm too squeamish to kill people. And you can't rape the willing."

"You're so sure everyone wants you."

"You don't?"

I tried to keep my tone light but the question was there, lingering in the air between us like a deadly fragrance, with the ability to either kill or consume you.

She was completely silent in the darkness. I took the time to quickly recover.

"I mean who could resist me, Bella, honestly?"

"Do you want that list alphabetically?" She grinned, reverting back to her usual self.

I breathed a sigh of relief and rested my head on her pillow, my arms tightening around her waist automatically and pulling her closer to me. I felt her body relax and her nose nuzzle my chest as she sank into my embrace. We laid like that for a few minutes, completely silent in the darkness, my head just swimming in the smell of her.

"So… what happened?" Bella ventured after a while. I could tell her curiosity had been eating away at her since my arrival. I decided to drag it out.

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's not every day you come creeping through my window." She paused to smile thoughtfully. "At least not this early in the morning."

"Would you like that to change?"

She smiled but otherwise ignored my insinuation. "Is she Springer worthy?"

"I seriously think that's where he may have found her."

"Well at least we know where his college tuition money is going. It's not easy to get onto one of those closed sets you know."

"Springer? Bella, please tell me you're kidding. You could flash your tits once at the cameraman and you'd have a backstage pass for life."

"Somehow I can't see Jasper doing that. Can you?" She quirked an eyebrow. I paused as if seriously taking the time to think it over.

"You know Jasper. He's always been a fucking oddball."

Bella just laughed and sat up, swinging her legs around either side of me so she could smack me with her pillow. My arms shot up instinctively to protect my face and I really should not have been held responsible for what happened next.

I grabbed the pillow before it could make contact with my head and pulled down sharply so that both the pillow and Bella collided with my chest. Then, before she could so much as move whipped the pillow out from between us causing her to land on top of me with a small thud. Her tiny weight on top of me was strangely fucking arousing and I quickly shifted my leg to hide my growing arousal. It was a huge turn on how perfectly she fit against my body.

I suddenly grinned. Our noses were tip to tip and I could see practically every line on her perfect face. I tried hard not to laugh at the visible crease between her brows, telling me she was frustrated with our position. I decided to use her stunned silence to my advantage and quickly began brushing my nose back and forth with hers.

I knew instantly I'd gone too far.

She mumbled a string of profanities and rolled off of me with a hard push to my chest and picked up the discarded pillow from the floor. Without a word, she placed it between us, silently drawing a line down the bed. I sighed, sensing where her reluctance was coming from, and rolled back onto my side. "So, how's the perfect boyfriend?"

Her eyes went wide, probably as surprised as I was to hear the question come out of my mouth. "Emmett's fine."

And I knew that was as much as I was going to get. But I'd be fucked if that was going to stop me tonight.

"Well, when did you see him last?" I pressed.

"Actually he left just before you got here," she replied, her temper rising now. "You should have passed him on your way through my fucking window."

"What the fuck, Bella? I'm just making conversation."

"Since when do we ever talk about Emmett?"

I was completely silent. I didn't have an answer.

She took it as an invitation.

"When you say its okay, Edward? Is that it? All the fucking times I've tried talking about him, needed your help…"

"What do you want me to say, Bella?" I shouted, my fists visibly shaking as I tried to contain my anger. Bella recoiled slightly from my visible fury, but otherwise didn't say anything so I continued. "You want me to tell you that you're an idiot for staying with him? That you deserve so much better. I've done all that, and it still doesn't make a fucking difference to you!"

"That's not fair, and you know it," she spat.

We sat in silence, fuming at each other, each equally livid and unwilling to back down. The hard glint in her eye did not falter as she stared murderously back at me, her small hands in tightly clenched fists. Her cheeks were flushed with that beautiful pink tinge I knew so well and my corrupt mind began imagining ways I could make it return the next time we were alone together. I felt my hard-on start to stir in my pants.

Shit.

Angry Bella was such a turn on. I'd never wanted to fuck her so badly before.

The silence between us dragged on. You could have visibly cut the tension in the air. But then it was broken suddenly, when Bella flopped back onto the bed and started laughing. And not just any type of laugh - a loud, uninhibited, spirit fucking lifting laugh that if she wasn't careful, would wake up Charlie.

I watched, completely bewildered as she rolled around on the duvet, just clutching her sides in laughter. It was so fucking strange and so totally Bella that I couldn't help but laugh too. Her laugh was that fucking infectious.

I sank back onto the bed with her, pulling her into my arms and kissed the top of her head.

"And that's why we never talk about Emmett, Edward." Bella wheezed through gasps of laughter, attaching herself to my chest once again.

I sighed bemusedly into her hair, too stunned fucking silent to do much else.

This girl would be the death of me.

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