Many thanks to my wonderful friend and beta Boo's Boy's. She is all sorts of awesome. This chapter is dedicated to Min - just cos i flove her.

~Four years earlier~

"Bella, I'm serious, put a fucking jacket on!" Edward is pissed, and I think its immensely funny.

"What's the matter Eddy, you worried someone might like what they see?" I live for this, it's our game you see, we love to torture each other. There is no question about how this night is going to go down, I'm going to strut my skinny little ass into that nightclub and flirt with the hottest guy I can find. Edward isn't going to be able to hold in his possessive streak, and even though he is here with miss tall, dumb and blonde, he is going to ditch her and drag me home with him.

She will be history before she even knows what's hit her.

"I don't want your jacket, Eddy, give it to Kirstein." I call, flashing the bouncer my ID and sauntering into the overcrowded club.

"It's Kelly, bitch!" I hear her yell.

Mistake number one Kathy, don't fuck with the bestie. You cannot win.

My original plan to find a hottie is dropped, immediately, bimbo needs to be taught a lesson – Edward Cullen, is property of Bella Swan – period.

I flit to the bar, buy two Jacks and Coke, strong –bimbo is under age, and even if she weren't, I wouldn't spend a dime on her.

Edward smiles gratefully when I hand him the cool liquid, "Bells, you always know just how to make me happy." He purrs, wrapping an arm around my waist.

I lean in to his jaw line, nibble on his ear lobe. "Will you dance with me?" I whisper, leaning myself in perilously close. There are no boundries between Edward and I, and truth be told, we walk a very fine line between friendship, and something more.

He doesn't hesitate, he puts his drink down on the table, takes mine from my hand and does the same. "Watch our drinks for a bit Kel." He throws to the blonde, who stands at the table looking like a thunder cloud ready to explode. I wiggle my fingers at her over my man's shoulder – that's right, he's mine bitch.

Out on the dance floor, the music is thumping, there is a strong base line that has everybody grinding together It's a sea of sweat, lust and depravity. Edward pulls me in close, one hand is slung low on my hip, his crotch grinds into my ass. I know that the bimbo is watching, I push myself into him firmly, Edward growls, low and guttural. His hands are roaming now, the scrap of fabric I'd decided was a skirt was short enough that if I bent over, he'd be flashed an eye full of my black lace thong. That isn't necessary though, he travels his hand up my thigh, slowly seeking out his reward.

He is half a centremeter under my hem line, and I'm panting with want when he stops and leans down to me.

"I know what you're doing." He laughs.

I spin around; wrap my arms around his neck. "What am I doing? I'm dancing with my best friend." I answer innocently, making him laugh loudly.

"No, Belly, you're letting me feel you up on a dance floor to piss Kelly off. I'm not stupid."

Perhaps not but she is.

My fingers tangle in his hair, I pull him down closer to me, "I don't like her." I tell him honestly. His beautiful face crinkles into a frown, I see him look over my shoulder to where she is undoubtably staring at us from the sidelines.

"I have a feeling she isn't going to be a problem for much longer anyway," He mutters.

I stand up on my toes, place a small kiss on his lips, "You can do better anyway, E."

Like with me… I don't say it, but it's there, hanging in the air between us. I'm certain he knows how I feel. I'm certain he feels the same way.

The song ends, he grabs my hand, tows me back towards the table. He doesn't pick up his drink, but he does grab his jacket, shoots an apologetic look at his so called girlfriend. "I've gotta go. Do you need a lift?" He asks her.

"But, Eddy, we just got here!"

Mistake number two bimbo, only I get to call him Eddy. He jumps on it straight away, "My name is Edward. Only she calls me Eddy." It comes out harsh, and she blanches.

"Don't worry about it Edward, I'll find my own way home. Don't bother calling me." And with that she strides off.

"Come on baby, let's go home." Not one flicker of emotion crosses his face, and for an instant, I feel bad. But then I take his hand, and we are weaving back through the sea of people and getting into his car.

One day soon, Edward Cullen would be mine, and only mine. One day, I won't have to share him.

So, there is a little glimpse of their history! what did you think?
Till next time, xx Beibs.