Chapter three. Bathroom incident.
I made myself a nice hot bath and tried to soak in it for as long as possible. When I woke up I realised the water was slightly less warm and most of the bubbles were gone.
Dripping with water I realised I had forgotten to bring any clothes. I wrapped myself with a towel, unplugged the drain and stepped was when I noticed a tall dark figure standing completely still right next to mine and Alice's bedroom that I froze.
He was tall and pale with reddish bronze hair and the most piercing green eyes.
I blushed about ten shades of red.
"Hey, ask Bella", Emmett's voice boomed from downstairs, "she'll know where it is. I think she's in the bathroom though…Bella? Are you decent?"
The sound of Emmett's footstep stomping up the stairs made me snap back to reality.
"Um, yeah…I'm decent", I managed to call back, "hi…"
"YOU ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT DECENT!"
I jumped and nearly dropped my towel.
"Well, stop staring, man", snapped Emmett steering me past the stranger and into my room. He pushed me in and slammed the door.
"Tha…that was your sister?" a soft velvet voice asked.
"Yeah, bet you had a good look too, didn't you?" Emmett threatened.
"Hey, I can still hear you", I snapped. I heard Emmett mumbling something and two pairs of feet went back downstairs.
Oh.
My.
God.
…………………………………..
I grabbed a skirt and a vest and threw it on myself. Brushing my hair as fast as I could I ran over what had just happened.
That was so embarrassing. I would never get to face Emmett or his gorgeous friend ever again.
There was a soft knock at my door.
"Come in", I sighed. Emmett stepped in looking sheepish.
"I've died and gone to hell, haven't I?" I groaned. He laughed.
"Don't worry. It's just Edward, he says he didn't see anything", Emmett explained.
"That was the most embarrassing moment of my life", I sighed shaking my head.
"No, no it's not", said Emmett, "remember your first school play? You tripped and brought down about twenty kids with you remember?"
"Oh, yeah, I feel so much better Emmett", I said with sarcasm.
"Come on, don't' worry about it", he said shrugging, "we're gonna order a pizza or takeout for lunch, you want anything?"
"No thanks."
"No food?" he asked cautiously.
"Emmett, I'm not on a supermodel diet, I'm not just hungry after that little bathroom incident", I explained.
"Well, ok. Sorry, I shouldn't have sent him up", he sighed.
"It happens", I giggled, "how come I don't know him? What was it, Edward?"
"No", said Emmett suddenly seriously, "he's way too old for you. Stay upstairs, don't come down."
"Aw, come on. What if I get hungry?" I teased.
"I'll bring you food", he said firmly.
"What if I get thirsty?"
"I'll bring you a drink", Emmett explained, not changing his mind.
"What if I wanna meet Edward?" I continued.
"Nu uh, not happening. Bella, you're staying upstairs", Emmett said steadily.
"Sure", I answered. He studied my face for a moment then went back downstairs.
Was I staying cooped up in my room on a Saturday?
Nu uh.