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Chapter 5

Fuck. Me.

I just stood there like a statue, unmoving for several moments before I actually realized what had just happened.

I looked around me, to see if there was something that had maybe scared her, to make her take off running.

Oh. Right. The thing that scared her was me.

Great.

I raked my hand through my wet hair and walked back to the house.

When I stepped in the sliding door I was greeted by Emmett, who had probably a little too much punch, and two gorgeous blondes.

"Eddddddd, look whoooo I found ferrrr youuuu" Emmett sloshed his drink towards the two blondes.

Normally I would slip my hands around both of their waists and escort them both to a room for a few hours.

But there was one problem.

There was one girl I wanted, and this girl did not have blonde hair.

What am I thinking?

I do not want just Bella! I want go sleep with Bella and move on to better things, why stop my life for one girl? I will sleep with her eventually, but I still need to have my fun.

I shook my head, making water droplets rain over the blondes.

They giggled, and I opened my arms to them.

They floated over to me and I draped my arms around their shoulders, "My name is not important, your names are not important. We are just going to have a fun time tonight and I will probably see neither of you again. Why skip out on opportunity?"

The giggled again and I felt their breath on my neck.

I escorted them to one of Rosalie's guest rooms and the rest of the night was a blur.

I woke up on Emmett's couch with a killer headache.

"Mornin' Sleeping Beauty," Emmett said cheerily as he glanced away from the TV to me.

I groaned, "You were hammered last night, how the hell do you feel so great in the morning after a night like last night?"

"I got my share of exercise with Rose last night," he paused, "I guess you could call it this morning too." He grinned.

I faked a gagging noise.

He threw a pillow at me, "I am surprised you aren't feeling better."

I rubbed my forehead, "Why would I be feeling better?"

"Well," he raised his eyebrows at me, "the two blonde girls from Port Angles looked pretty worked over when they came out of the room I found you in."

I felt the blood drain out of my face.

No wonder I felt so horrible, my head wasn't aching from alcohol consumption, it was aching from the guilt I subconsciously felt.

Guilt?

I should not feel fucking guilty!

I faked a laugh, "Ha ha, yeah, last night was great."

"You don't seem so thrilled to me," Emmett said skeptically.

"Why wouldn't I be thrilled? I slept with two," I held up my fingers, "beautiful blondes last night. I had great sex. I think I should be pretty thrilled."

"Should," I saw Rosalie appear from the kitchen holding a plate with eggs and a cup of coffee.

She put the plate and cup on the table next to me and handed me two aspirin.

"Thanks," I grumbled, taking the aspirin.

"But you aren't thrilled." She said, raising an eyebrow.

"And you know this how?" I said sitting up.

"Because neither of them were Bella." She said plainly.

Ow.

That hit the spot dead on.

I have to redeem myself, I cannot seem weak.

"The only thing I want to do with Bella is fuck her from behind. The only thing I want to do for Bella is give her the best pleasure she has ever felt."

"Bull. Shit." Rose was now staring at me like I was a piece of trash.

I am.

Did I just say I wanted to fuck her from behind?

Shit.

I am such a dick.

"I can see right through your "I'm-so-macho-and-I-sleep-with-every-girl-I-want-because-I-can" disguise," She poked me on the chest, "And if you ever, ever, speak about Bella that way again, I will personally cut your balls off and fry them for the wolves to eat. Got that?"

"Damn girl, calm down," Emmett said, standing up to lightly brush Rosalie on the arm, "he is still a little out of it from last night."

Rosalie whirled around, "Don't you dare stand up for him. If he is so high and mighty then he can stand up for himself, and for Bella." She turned back to face me, "Do you know how much this is going to hurt her?"

"Why the fuck would she be hurt?" I raised my voice, standing up so I was on Rosalie's level.

"Because you slept with two whores form Port Angeles! Why else?" She yelled back.

"Who I sleep with and who I don't sleep with is none of your business and none of Bella's business!" I retorted.

"When you fuck someone at my house, in my guest room, that is when it becomes my business. And when I know how much someone likes you, and they take a risk to get close to you, and they are one of my friends, that is when it becomes my business." Rosalie said, anger flaring in her voice.

"Bella," I could feel the poison emanating from me when I said her name, "rejected me last night."

I saw Rosalie's eyes widen.

"Yes. Bella rejected me."

"No, you must have done something…" Rose whispered.

"And, she came here with that Jacob kid. The kid you said she was "interested in"." I said, my rage rising.

"I lied." She whispered.

"What?" I growled.

"I said I lied." She said quietly.

"About what?" I said through clenched teeth.

"Her being interested in Jacob Black."

"He obviously was interested in her. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at her, could read it in his body when he touched her or was near her." I said looking out a window.

"I lied about her being interested in him. When I talked to her she told me that he liked her, and she felt bad because he was younger and he was a really nice kid." Rosalie said, not meeting my eyes. "I figured that by telling you that she liked someone else, you would then have an incentive to make a move."

"I did make a move," I spat.

"What did you do?" She asked, raising her eyes to meet mine.

"I tried to kiss her."

I heard a low whistle and saw Emmett fall back into the recliner.

I looked back at Rosalie who was staring at me like I had just admitted to murdering someone.

"What?" I asked, bitterly.

"Bella's past. You brought back memories of her past," Rosalie said, staring at the wall, speaking in a monotone.

"Fuck. What did I bring back?"

"It isn't my place to tell you. You are going to have to get Bella to tell you herself." Rosalie said softly, looking back at me.

"Dammit, Rosalie, just fucking tell me!" I roared.

"I can't," she said, "I promised I wouldn't."

I fell back onto the couch, taking a deep breath and rubbing my eyes.

I brought back memories of her past.

Memories of her past.

What could they be?

Hmmm, so our Bella has a past? Well well well.

Oh, I was also thinking about maybe doing a chapter in Bella's POV, and I have gotten several reviews suggesting a chapter or two in her POV.

What do ya think? I will put a poll up so you guys can vote :]

I may not get another chapter up for a while because I am going on vacation for Christmas, but I will be home for a few days so maybe I will get another chapter up before school starts up again.

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