A/N well I've actually got nothing to say this time except I hope u like the new dude.
And for those of u who r wondering the Cullen's WILL make an appearance! It wouldn't be a Twilight fanfic without them!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Except the dude that's HOTTER then everyone! MUHAHAHA! MINE.
CHAPTER 6
BPOV
I stared, wide-eyed at the boy in front of me. He was surpassed anyone's image of hot. He had that freaky good looking hair that looked bead head-ish , the style so many guys spent so much gel on, and had a REALLY nice build that most guys could only hope for. Like I said mix Emmett, Jasper, and Carlisle into one big pot and stir up a plate of freaking hotness
But his looks, it was like all those gay models best traits combined-
vwa la.. In fact, if I didn't have Edward I would have considered going up to him right there, but I can't just kiss random people just because they look like THAT.
He was absolutely flawless. He had these deep brown eyes and had a towel around his neck and the best part- no shirt on. If Emory wasn't holding onto me I would have surely jumped the guy right there, or at least have fainted.
We continued staring at each other bewildered- well him anyway. I was in shock. I staring because he was the most enthralling thing I'd seen since Edward. And he was probably giving me that evil look because I was a random human who was basically in his house. But hey, it's not like I'm intruding right?
He looked familiar, in a way I couldn't point out but as soon as I saw him I knew that we would have a close bond, like how Emory and I easily clicked, IF he could handle the petty human.
The guy, who was finished gawking and glaring at me turned on one heel to face Emory.
"What's up dude?" Emory retorted like it was a normal thing for him to bring home new people everyday.
"WHAT'S UP? You tell me what the hell is up! I haven't seen my best friend for so long and you ask WHAT'S UP?! And then on top of that you bring a HUMAN to our freakin house??? Do you want me to murder you Emory?" He was in one word-loud. My ears were ringing by the end of his rant but I couldn't cover them because I liked his voice to much. He spoke fluently, the words coming out of his words naturally with a set pace and tone- smooth talking, but not the pick-up kind, even though he was yelling.
If that was what yelling was like around here, I wouldn't mind so much.
While he continued rambling about Emory and hid god damned mishaps I went back to my later epiphany. The boy had brown eyes and that was even more unexplainable then the blue eyed thing standing next to me aka- Emory.
There was still something about him, something I couldn't recall that was blaring to me from the back of my mind, but it was like I couldn't hear what it was saying. This boy seemed so vague like I knew him from somewhere and yet when I tried to recall everything was stuck on the tip of my tongue.
I forgot about what I was thinking about when the boy's mouth seemed to have stopped moving and yet Emory was still grinning that smile, like in the car, when I wanted to slap him except someone else fulfilled my far-fetched dream.
A strong muscular arm shot out and whipped Emory- hard- in the back of his head causing him to stumble and let go of my arm.
"You MORON. I thought you died or something and you're sitting here smiling about it?" The guy started yelling and I couldn't help but agree.
I fell over giggling at the sight of Emory's perplexed face and he glared right back at me.
The guy just stood watching us with this evil grin on his face.
"Well, Fields, looks like you got yourself a brand new girlfriend," He started listing all of the naughty things he had probably done and I did what I had to do.
"Well, I can't be his girlfriend now can I? Considering he's gay and all, but you must know that already," I grinned evilly and mentally congratulated my self for being so forthright. I guess Emmett was getting to me.
The guy stared in shock for the billionth time that day and started doubling over with hysteric laughter.
"Wow, Emory first human you bring home for a while and I like her, she loves insulting you so I guess I've made a new friend," He kindly stated. And that was how easily I gained another friend in just a matter of minutes. He was pretty cool too, like me, well the wild side of me, but still it was there.
Thought he wasn't human.
That part was kinda dismaying, but considering that I never had problems hooking up with vampires before, I grinned at the prospect this didn't dim my chances with him all that much.
Emory scowled at his accusation and faintly smiled.
"What are you talking about? She's just saying that because she loves me so much. In fact I'm her new boyfriend," He steadily stood and came to put his arm around me, but I shrugged it off.
"Excuse you Emory, but I just so happen to already have a boyfriend!" I exclaimed leaving the boys shocked. Why was it so surprising, was I really that ugly?
SHIT, I thought, I'm coming with all these ideas, surrounded by two
freakishly hot men, and I didn't remember Edward until I got an opportunity to brag about him.
If he'd been here, and if he could've read my thoughts right now, I'm pretty positive he'd have left me right there- and for good too.
"Well technically us vampires are hotter so your boyfriend must be not that good looking," He smirked, still a little baffled by my revelation.
I muttered under my breath and stood and slapped him across the face. NO ONE talks about Edward like that, unless it's me, of course.
Emory stood mocking anger for a moment and then the other dude started throwing out profanities to defend his friend.
"What the hell was that for?" He yelled, but you could tell he was happy I did it.
Sicko. And he totally deserved that for another reason too- he almost made me forget about Edward. Ha-ha, I thought, and smirked.
"Well firstly my boyfriend IS a VAMPIRE and he's quite hotter then you!" I poked one finger into his bicep and he winced. Like it hurt him anyways. He was hotter then Emory but the other guy, well I didn't really want to lie to myself.
The boy and Emory stood shocked for a minute before Emory started laughing nervously.
"You-You-You're dating a VAMPIRE? And he hasn't killed you yet?!" They seemed surprised and it actually didn't falter me because they both did seem like idiots to me. Or at least Mr. Fields did.
"HEY! E-He would never kill me! He feeds off of animals like you two! And he happens to love me with all of his heart, I hope," I said the last part to myself quietly but I think they might've heard it.
The other dude just shook his head softly and laughed under his breath.
"Well hi, I'm Dylan Austgen, but you can call me Dylie or Dy or just about anything else. It's interesting to meet a human who hasn't tried to hump me yet. And I didn't quite catch your name…" He stated matter-of-factly. What a butthead. He seemed nice and all but he was sorta full of himself. Just like Emmett and the way he claimed the ladies were "all over him" as he liked to call it. But hey I was used to these kinds of weirdos.
"I'm Isabella but you can call me Bella," I replied all nicely and shook his hand as he stuck it out for me to take. I think he suspected me to be shocked by the thrilling cold touch but I wasn't fazed in the least.
"Well what's wrong with you, I mean every girl that's dumb enough to come here with Emory has got to have some mental issue," Oh- BURN. Oh no he didn't.
"Thanks but I'm not the one that's cursing and trying to kill my best friend!" I shot back. I was never really that good at comebacks anyway.
"Ok…well anyway Bella you can come inside while I beat this idiot up, just go sit in the living room or something," He started but I immediately left while he was talking ready to see him kill Emory.
"Make yourself at home Bella you can look around!" Emory yelled in between punches and growls.
Gosh- men and there juvenile antics.
I looked around the breathtaking home and fell in love with it the second I stepped foot into the living room. It was quite old looking with a few recent day touches added and I bet even Cinderella would be jealous of this home.
I looked around for just that room and slumped down into one of the couches turning on the TV. This felt like home.
And then while I was channel surfing there was a huge "thump" and the next thing I saw was a big hole in the wall. If Esme was here she would have murdered someone by now.
Emory came crashing down mid-air and fell right next to me on the couch. And he just beamed while Dylan tried to flip him and spin him in circles. Esh. Boys are so rowdy; they need to get in touch with their feminine sides.
As I heard more thumping I didn't even bother to look up. But I sure did hear a hell lot of more profanity.
"Do you know how worried she was?! You asshole you should be so happy that coach didn't kick you off the goddamned team," and with that I heard Emory let out a huge yelp while he regained his posture.
"Coach kicked me off the team!!! What the hell!" He actually sounded mad and it was intimidating now. What the heck was so important about getting kicked off a team? Jeez, the boy had some serious issues to work out.
And what team could he be talking about? I needed someone to fill me in. Or I wouldn't be able to live with these weirdos. And who was the SHE that Dylan was talking about?
But it's not like I was jealous because I had Edward, and Dylan was utterly breathtaking and he obviously had a love life too.
"Will someone please explain what you're talking about?" I yelped.
"Oh sure, this moron," Dylan pinched Emory, "Is being an ass and was this close to getting his big butt kicked off of the hockey team!" Then he just stopped shoving Emory and came to sit on the couch opposite of me.
Emory took a seat next to me, a bit too close for my taste and he noticed, smirking evilly. But as soon as he saw my face he backed away.
I CANNOT believe that hockey was THIS important to him. Once again boys and their toys.
I was rendered speechless, yet again and couldn't think of anything to say.
"You're a moron, you know that. Here Dylan is talking about how much he missed you, thinking you were burned to death and you laugh it off but-NO, when it comes to hockey you actually start to care!" The boy was really a mystery to me.
"And who's the she Dylan was talking about?" I started pressing for more, trying not to sound too caring, but he caught on.
"OH- is someone jealous!" Emory murmured as Dylan slowly laughed from behind him.
"Ya-RIGHT, I'm SO jealous. But seriously come one I have to know this stuff if I'm going to be staying here. I AM really staying here right?" I barked. If he kicked me out now I would shove my fist up his gut. This was the only boy that made me so violent. It scared me.
"Dude- you're feisty! And ya I guess you can stay here if you want as long as you're not too clean-I CAN'T live with organized people. And the girl, well if you must know, the 'she' I was referring too would be my all famous girlfriend. So Mr. Hotness is off limits, Got it chica?" He just didn't know when to stop. And I felt like teaching him a lesson.
"You know, if you open your eyes for just a freakin minute, you'll be able too see that I'm not interested! And I honestly believe you should stop with all that bull since your head seems bloated enough as it is!" I just hoped that would show him.
I felt weird or awkward or whatever you'd call it. Yelling at some new person I met approximately 1 or 2 hours ago. I guess the Cullen's leaving again did me at least SOME good this time.
Dylan scowled and clutched his heart, well the place where his heart should be. I didn't even WANT to know what was there instead.
"You wound me Bella, dearest!" And then that EVIL smirk replaced that scowl. Gr. I could never make anyone mad, or tell them off. I really needed to read a book on insulting or take some sort of class.
I rolled my eyes at the comment and let my back touch the couch. The boys just smirked obviously enjoying the show I was putting on for them.
"Get over yourself," I stammered, hoping we could change the subject. I knew I was really lame at this crap, but I was done with this madness. I needed my boyfriend.
"Fine, fine. We'll stop. Ok time to be serious. So Bella what have you come to look for in this freezing hell hole that we call home?" Emory piped in.
I didn't really want to tell them at least not yet.
"Um…Well I'm here looking for someone, but I can't say who. Sorry, I'm just not comfortable about it," I looked around and the boys sat unperturbed.
"Well, Bella, it's not exactly fair that we have some stranger staying here and we don't even know why she's here," Emory started to attempt to make me answer his stupid comment which I didn't even let him finish.
"Oh really Emory? I'm a stranger. Well, maybe I should just leave. I mean I'm not the one that dragged some human girl home and basically kicked her out. But its okay, I can see that I'm not wanted here," I stood swiftly gathering my things up and slinging my bag over my shoulder, already pacing towards the mahogany door.
I was stopped by a pair of fingers sending a series of electric shocks throughout my body.
Why do these stupid vampires always get to me?
I whipped around ready to yank my hand away, not caring if it fell off in the process.
Traitor tears threatened to pour out from my eyes, but I held them in as best I could.
It was like one of those times when you're a girl and you just have the sudden urge to cry. Even if someone lectures you, you can't help but feel helpless. It comes way too naturally. Especially when it's that time of month. And if that was the case, then screw these guys, I was leaving for sure. I didn't need some unfamiliar guys tending to my needs when they could murder me while doing the task.
And as soon as I was closing the door, a cold arm gripped my skin, and pulled me back. And the person's breath- one of the sweetest in my memory. Edward's breath was fading from my mind and senses. Looking up, I saw his eyes once more- the brown one's that is, and it looked like they were saying sorry.
I didn't know why though.
Why he was even DOING this, I wasn't even sure, but I knew then, like right then, that he probably felt the same electricity I did- at that one moment two people just know, you know.
And whatever passed through me, it got to him as well.
I didn't know why he seemed so familiar.
"Come on, Bella, we didn't mean it like that. You can stay, don't go, we won't hurt you. Emory was just playing. You don't have to tell us why you came here, but we can help you look for it later. Just go to sleep right now. You look tired. I'll show you you're room, let's go," And with that Dylan pulled me alongside him upstairs towards more unfamiliar, yet breathtaking territory. I didn't know what was happening, I knew, as I began panicking. This wasn't supposed to be happening.
Emory smirked at the sight of us holding hands and my cheeks flushed, and this wasn't supposed to be happening. I was forgetting about HIM too soon.
Dylan and I glided up the stairs in a graceful manner and he pulled me towards a completely white door that I might mention, was completely on the other side of the other rooms.
He took out a key, as to unlock it and I stood horrorstruck, thinking he would shove me in and lock me in there. He just chuckled at this reaction.
"It's not for holding you hostage Bella, it's just that no one's been here in a long time so we keep it locked, you can check for yourself, no skulls," His warning sounded much like Edward's the first time that I visited the Cullen home. I flinched at the thought of him, wondering what he would do if he ever figured out who and what I was with at this moment.
I don't know what he'd do. But most likely, I thought, he'd just be happy that he had left when he had, and not stuck around to see the rest of the stupid and sad little show.
The door slid in with ease, but I was still not entering first. I shoved Dylan hard, and even with the vampire strength, he was shocked, causing him to go sprawling into the room.
He gave me a "what the hell" look.
"Sorry, just checking to make sure you weren't lying," I blushed at this and he frowned, standing up brushing his jeans off. I strode clumsily into the room.
It was really girly looking and had lots of frilly items. I frowned in distaste. This was like a horror movie, or like what Rosalie would make her room like.
I shuddered and tried to imagine one of the boys residing in this room which had me giggling once again.
"Is this your room, you have nice taste!" I quipped heavily with sarcasm. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"No, remember that girl I was telling you about? The one who I said was my girlfriend? Yeah, well this is her room. She used to live here while we were dating, but I was kidding downstairs, we WERE dating, but she wasn't my type. Now she like stalks me, but we're just friends. So she still stays here when she visits, but for the most part we keep all of our old stuff in here," He long-answer-remarked while opening a cabinet as if to gesture to all of the junk that was currently there. I saw a handful of old pictures and other items that looked as if they'd gone untouched for over a century.
I sighed with relief at his earlier statement.
If he did have a girlfriend I don't think he would've taken my hand. But I was glad he did. I felt this spark when our hands touched.
I definitely wanted to get to know him better…there was something about this enthralling new boy.
"Yeah, ok cool, I guess. Well I'm just going to turn in for the night, see you in the morning," And then my stomach grumbled.
"Oh that's going to be a problem. Um…I'll go grocery shopping with Emory and go get you something. Feel free to look around and use the phone or internet or watch TV or just anything," Dylan exited the room slowly and I let my head hit the pillow, my eyes immediately hitting a pool of darkness.
A/N sorry if that was a bad ending to this chapter.
Oh and if any of u are wondering why Bella's so moody it's like this: You know how when you get into a relationship and things go wrong- like in New Moon sorta, ya well Bella has that emotional wall that some girls have. It's like their bad girl phase thing and it's just for show. I mean- Bella doesn't even know these people that well so she's trying to be more aggressive and not show that she's that weak. But things set her off easily. If she's offended she crumbles along with her emotionally unstable wall. And that's why Bella has been acting weird in the past few chapters.
If u have any questions ask me!
Oh and for u Covenant lovers- I started a story! Go check it out it's called Telepathy!
And thank you to my wonderful BETA Zinny- for helping me a lot on this chapter!
-Mrs.Dazzley-
