Edward POV
Half 4 in the morning and I still cant sleep, and it's not because the guys have been playing beer pong and slap all night.
Living in a frat house may seem like a good idea at the time, the time normally being after several day's of no sleep, heavy partying and non-stop drinking, but after the initial thrill of living with a bunch of like minded guys, wears off, you realize how fucking awful it is living with a load of guys. The house always smells like feet and there's never any food in. I'd move out but then I might have to do my laundry, here there's always some lowly pledge to do it for me. And more importantly if I move away from the Greek system I have to move back to the Carlisle system.
Living arrangements aside, there's the more pressing issue of family. My family, the extension to my family, and the bastard child I may, or may not have created with, none other than the head cheer leader. In any other circumstances I would claim no knowledge of any sexual encounter with the pregnant chick. But Bella's different. She's my 'the one'. Always has been, ever since we were small and our families threw us together. And then when she turned from the girl I knew the woman she is, and I fell in love. I mean like proper head over heels, obsession sort of love, the sort of love that my frat brothers would describe as gay.
What to do? If I come clean and say that i slept with her, I'm gunna have to fess up and admit that we probably didn't use protection.
This was not how my life was meant to go. I'm meant to finish collage then go in to movie producing with Carlisle, find a nice respectable woman, woo her, get married and have 3 children. And that was the plan, until 7:36 last night. 7:36 my world stopped spinning, and the moon crashed landed into my head killing all my dreams.
Except for that one dream, Bella.
And hey, what a good dream she is.
'Man up'
I would if I could
'don't be such a dick'
I'm not
'you are. Think about this properly. It's Bella.'
Fuck, am I talking to myself?
'Yes'
Fancy not talking to me?
'nope, got no one better to harass, and lets face it you're a train wreck right now, I like to kick 'em while there down'
Great so my insane internal voice is Emmett.
'Don't be so self important, like Emmett has time to be in your head, I'm just you imagining what Emmett would say to you.'
Even fucking better, dear voice, I'm going to go and take some xanax and shut you the fuck up.
BELLA POV
I need to know.
"Ali, do me a favor…?"
"sure, what?"
We've been sat on her bed looking at fashion magazines for the best part of 5 hours, forcing the men folk to bring us food and new magazines all afternoon, but to tell the truth, my heart hasn't really been in it. I've been thinking of all the ways I could find out who the dick that knocked me up is, so far I have 3 ideas:
DNA test all the frat boys.
ask the frat boys who slept with me.
or finding out who's room I woke up in
and even I know the first 2 are stupid, I mean how much money would It cost to DNA them all, and would they even agree and what if we found out that they're not human (wouldn't be surprising…) And as for the second idea, according to rumors, it would be quicker to ask them if they didn't sleep with me. Banging the head cheerleader is quite the claim to fame. *rolls eyes*
"Come with me to Greek row..?"
"I have just the outfit."
So an hour and a half later, dressed in pant suites, Alice and I made our way in to the frat house I legged it out of just over a month ago. With a few sideways glances we made our way through the wreckages of a house, up a flight of stairs round a corner, up another flight of stairs towards a door that I've only ever seen the inside of.
*I wanna fuck non stop, baby I think your beautiful!*
I glanced at Alice, mine and Edward's, drunken, song playing loudly over a (not half bad) stereo system behind the door. I knocked, and waited, and knocked again, waited. And then I opened the door.
"Nice subwoofer." Talking to the back of a gorgeous
"Yer thanks, it was a present from my best mate's dad"
"Didn't know Charlie knew anything about music"
He replied, but I was too distracted by the half sleeve of ink, that now adorned the Adonis's body. HOT.
"Bell's…" he waved his hand in front of my face, "Anything I can do for you?"
Oh, if you only knew.
Trying not to squeak, "is this just you're room?"
"wha..? yer. Why?"
Ok. So now I'm defiantly going to squeak, "No Reason!"
Well fuck me.
"is that it?" yer, you look confused, I'm the one with you're alien growing inside me.
"umm.. no? And YOUNG MAN, does Carlisle know about that?" I was pointing sarcastically at his arm, causing him to grab a shirt to cover his wife beater and (insanely sexy) dragon tattoo.
"Obviously not!. Otherwise Edward the golden child, would have lost his arm."
"Thanks for the vote of support there A," god, even when he's pissed he's sexy. "And he does know. I sent him an email… I mean he thought it was a joke. But I still told him!"
"Well at least you had the balls to tell someone something important, it's not like he won't work it out in, oh I don't know, 3 minutes perhaps?" Edward just looked confused. I, on the other hand, lunged at my best friend ready to strangle her. Lucky for Alice, Emmet rapped his paws around me, holding me back.
"So you told him then" a giant grin spread across Em's face.
"Told me what?"
"ahh, fuck me."