A/N This chapter is pretty cool I guess. kind of random. I love random! Be sure to keep track of the wine glass. and please review. I really really really want you guys to review!

I tried with all my might to get that image of Tanya out of my head but it kept popping back up like an evil pimple. It was a very traumatizing for me. The sad thing was... This wasn't just some fluke thing. It was planned. Not by my nemeses. Or that creepy guy in the ice-cream truck. But my brother. Remember what I said earlier about how if you screw something up you have to pay for it. Like if Uncle Rosalie bashed the TV we had she would have to replace it and preferably something bigger and better. Well, okay, do you remember that first awful date with Jessica Stanley that didn't end up to well? Yeah, apparently, Emmett robed me of sex... so he had to repay me...

Not cool. My family has very weird ethics. I'm sure it's very amusing to a third person viewer. I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to rid the loathing and awkward feelings I know obtained, as I walked into the huge rented out room at Hilton hotel in Manchester.

"Wow." Jacob said while walking backwards, getting a good look at every detail of the ceiling. I caught him right before he ran into a waitress holding shrimp cocktail. I laughed.

No matter what kind of mood I am in Jacob can always make me laugh and get out of it. Even though his thoughts are very perverted. I know Jake so well, it's as if I can read his mind. Which... sometimes, I really wish I couldn't.

"Steady boy." I patted him on the back while my eyes scouted the room for my Bella. I shook my head. My Bella. I'm becoming obsessed. I don't even know the girl. She could have a horrible personality. Like ... a whore, or a slut, or some getto person. I barely even spoke four words to her. And that was last week. And she probably thinks I hate her or something from ignoring her all this time. Wow. Just wow. Well. I am in a pickle.

I need to scourer the room for her. So, I looked over my shoulder to find Jacob awkwardly flirting with some Asian cello player. I smirked as her face was twisted up and her eye-brows raised. Good ole Jacob. I just left him to it.

Leaving Jake behind, I dodged in between people and snaked my way through the tables. For some weird reason a glass of wine was put in my hand. One second it's not there the next it is. Weird. But hey, it was handed to me. I took a swig. I almost gagged right there. But I kept it all in control. Then I took another swing. It was awful but I couldn't stop. I still couldn't find her. Maybe she left? My heart sagged at the thought. But then I heard it. That voice I heard out in the parking lot. "Ever since I was three." Was what I heard.

I finally saw her talking to some dude that looked to be about twenty... three. Talking... and leaning towards Bella. I just stood back a little listening in. "Well, it was amazing. So... um I was wondering." His eyes tried to penetrate Bella's but she didn't seem to notice or care. "Do you want to go out sometime I mean-"

"Oh, hey, babe. There you are. I was wondering where you went off to. Here's your drink you wanted." I slung my arm around Bella's shoulder and handed her the half drunk from glass.

"Oh I'm so sorry hon. I thought I saw someone over here but it was no one I knew. Thanks."

She took a sip from the wine and contorted her face. "Wow. That's uh... that's some good stuff." She handed the glass back to me. I took another swig. It was like an addictive. "So... who is this?" I eyed the guy watching us with meaning.

"Oh... this... um... this is..."

"Tyler." He stated.

"Well. Tyler," I sneered his name. "did you like the concert?"

"Yeah, I did." He blushed a little as I tightened my grip on Bella.

"Well, my girlfriend is the best. I don't think she's ever done better." I touched her nose playfully. I was getting to much fun out of this.

"So... you guys are going out, huh?" Tyler rocked back on his heels.

"Yes." Bella said. "Is there a problem?"

"No... no... are you really going out?" The kid couldn't get it through his head.

"Yes. We are. Now, if you'll excuse us. I just realized I got Bella the wrong drink. Sorry pumpkin. And you acted like it was all right." I patted her hand. Not taking it any further than necessary. And with that we walked away. Once we were far, far away. I dropped my arm and smiled crookedly at Bella.

"Thanks." Bella sighed, relieved. "He was the third one this night. The first two didn't go so nicely as that one did. Thanks." Bella smiled back. I kept my distance not wanting to scare her off to quickly, plus, I really didn't know anything about her.

"My pleasure." I smirked. I took another sip from my wine glass, only to realize it was empty.

"You really like that stuff don't you." Bella laughed.

"I absolutely detest it but it's bitter enough it keep me on my toes." I winked at her. After a pause I looked down at her seriously. "So, you're a professional singer?"

"I guess so."

I shook my head. What are the chances?

"So, you're a pianist?"

"I guess so." I repeated. "How did you get into this?" I asked waving my hand at all the people in the room.

"My mom. While dad was at work, we used to put in the Phantom of the Opera CD and just burst out singing. One day mom looked at me and was like. 'Did you just sing like that?' then next thing I know I was put in private lessons and went to classical music classes and this and that and work camps and coaches and for two years even an opera school." Bella shook her head and sighed. "But I told them I was losing my childhood and that I should slow down. Being the only child of course. It was perfect timing too. Dad just got a steady job down here." I opened my mouth to ask what he did. But she stopped me with her question. "So how did you get into this?" She waved her arm around at all the people in the room.

"Very awkwardly. Purely by accident." I took a sip from my somehow full wine glass again.

"What do you mean, by accident?"

I shrugged. "I'm the only musically talented one in my family. It was a mistake. I had to hide if for a while."

"Wow. I could't imagine that. My family is always there to support me in my endeavors no matter what they are. I can't imagine."

"Yeah, well." I shrugged.

"Well, you are amazing all the same. And without all the support that I'm used to... more power to you. It was great Edward. I seriously can't even think about doing what you did out there. All I do is sing. You… you Edward. Wow." A fire built deep inside of me as she said my name like that.

"Did you want to move here?" I asked, wanting to get as far away from the topic of my family as much as possible.

"I did't really care. I don't have a lot of friends back home. Well, probably because I never really had a home. Because of my dad's job. But he's moved up some or something and now I think I'm here for good. But I like it here. So... it's all good." She smiled at me. I didn't let it pass that both of us got shoved together a little closer as people bumped into us and once they were gone we didn't step back again.

"So... what does your dad do?" I hated that question but surely nobody's parents' job could be as bad as mine.

"He works for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. That's right folks. My dad is an F.B.I Agent."

I don't know why, I don't know how, and don't really remember anything thing except that in less than a second after she said those words my lips crashed against hers. The feeling of her soft full lips under mine was amazing. She seemed shocked at first and then confused and then finally she put her hands around my neck and kissed me back. Our lips moved together faster and faster. My hand crept along her check and grabbed a hold of the back of her head pulling her even closer. She didn't object. Why was I making out with a girl I barely knew in a crowded ballroom filled with snobs? One word. Rebellion. Not because this was Bella. The enchanting girl I was madly obsessed with. Anything that had any negative effect on dad's career I did it. This. This was the whip-cream. Making out with a fed baby. I know. Again with the jerkiness. But she didn't seem to mind. I felt her pull back on my hand but it didn't budged. yeah, piano hands. But I let her go anyhow. Bella took a long exaggerated breath.

"Wow." She breathed trying to slow her panting heart. I smiled and shook my hair out a little waiting for a bigger response than that. We just stared at each other for a minute, controlling our breathing.

"That was... was... wow... um..." I blinked. "Sorry." Lie. "I don't know what came over me." Lie. "I.. uh..."

"It's... it's fine." Bella smiled shyly. "It happens." She smirked. I took a swig from my wine glass that somehow didn't spill a drop with my mini make out session with my singer. I didn't really know what to say. It was the first time I was ever at a loss for words. I racked my brain but the only words that came out were, "My shoe itches." Wow. That's great. That is really great.. Bella just nodded her head slowly looking around.

"Wow yea. Um, it's the wine." I picked up my hand to show the wine glass but it wasn't there. What the crap?!

"Yeah, well... so, I'm gonna go." Bella started backing up. I nodded my head sadly. "Sorry." I mumbled. "I'm going crazy. Just a matter of time I guess before the nut house gets a new 'Frank Sinatra' as their occupant." Bella laughed. I didn't even think she heard me.

"It's okay really. I'll see you on Monday. But I really have to go. I think some of my dad's friends came." She looked around at the crowd.

"OH, okay, gotcha, gotcha." I backed up, watching until her red dress disappeared in a sea of black. She looked back at me a few times and blushed. I bumped into somebody.

"Heeyyyyy!" A familiar voice slurred. "Whatch ure youuu doin sheree." Jacob moved awkwardly in front of me.

"I live here." I said dully.

He looked at me seriously. "Oh dude. You have massive amounts of cleaning to do after this." He shook his head.
"Nice place. Very... roomy... except there isn't any room." He leaned on me. How could he get this hammered from a few glasses of wine? Only Jacob could accomplish such a feat.

"Come on." I sighed reaching over to pull his arm around. The wine glass was suddenly in my hands again. I stared at my hand amazingly with wide eyes. I sighed. If I was going to go crazy I might as well get some help from the vineyard and I gulped down the whole thing. "Alright Jacob, it's time to go away." He looked sad. "There are evil people in here and they are all out to get you so we better leave as quickly as possible." That made him almost leap from me and I had to pick up the pace. I ran into a bunch of people, not letting go of either Jacob or my wine glass. Finally I made it to the exit.

Somebody at the door stopped me. "Are you the driver?" he asked me.

"Yes." I tried to get Jacob in a more comfortable position.

"Have you drunk from that?" He pointed to the full wine glass in my hands.

"Nope." I lied once the amazement wiped off from my face. He took the glass away from me. It kind of made me sad. That was my magic wine glass.

"All right. Your names?"

"Why?"

"So we can mark you off that you have left."

"Alright." I sighed. Names, names. what is with everyone wanted to communicate properly? "Jacob Black and... Edward." He raised his eyebrows. "Edward... Cullen." I sighed.

I didn't even have to see the dozen eyes zooming in on me at that moment.

"Alright, you may go. Have a pleasant evening, I hope you enjoyed yourselves."

"To much thank you." I pulled on Jacob. I really needed to get out of there as fast as possible.

I put Jacob in his seat and I tried to buckle him up but he yelled at me saying he would do it. Fag.

This is going to be a long miserable ride home.

I got in my car and reached for the wine glass in my cup holder.

A/N and that my friends is the end of this chapter. what do you think. comments? questions? nonsense you need to get out of your system? review! review like the wind!

- Rosalie