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Chapter Song

Cake-Hem of your Garment

(please go listen if you are not familiar. It fits perfectly)

What the fuck was Bella doing here?

Part of me was excited and was dying to see her. And the other part knew she was pissed as hell and probably wouldn't want to see me. Then another part, larger than it should have been, was freaking out because my world had just been shaken to the core.

Hard.

I never thought this would happen. My two worlds smashing into one another when I was least prepared. Edward Cullen was a character written to perfection. And I wrote every line. I got what I wanted, when I wanted it and it was all going well, until I met Bella at the beach. Which was safe because it was there and not here.

Then she showed up in that little red skirt at the bonfire.

When I ripped her beautiful heart out, I saw it happen. It started in her eyes, moved down to her lips, slammed into her heart and smothered her lungs. I did it on purpose. Because I was a selfish prick who was more worried about myself than anyone else.

Now that I was alone, driving around the tiny shit-hole town of Forks after midnight, and I knew I would end up at her house. I was entering into uncharted territory and had no idea how to proceed.

I eased to the curb, two blocks away from her house, and quietly closed my car door and began walking over to Bella's house. I thought back to earlier in the night when Rosalie yanked me off Jules, who by the way, had her hands halfway down my pants at the time.

Rosalie.

I could not believe she pulled this stunt on me. I knew she was a bitch but she usually kept it away from me out of respect. We had a history. A bond. And it is not what anyone would ever expect.

In the 8th grade we'd gone to our first boy/girl party at Tyler's house. It was awkward and new for all of us. Rosalie and I had been friends for years due to our parents so we were always pretty comfortable with each other. Of course, just like at all junior high parties, some dumb ass (Jasper) decided we needed to play 7 Minutes in Heaven. After a couple of failed attempts it was our turn. Me and Rosalie. We shuffled off into the dark, dank closet leaving the whispers and laughter behind us.

All I know is that even then Rosalie was hot and I was well, thirteen, and totally wanted to kiss her. I figured she would let me so I leaned in to get my 7 minutes worth.

I stopped when Rosalie pushed her hand in my face, blocking my lips from hers. "Edward," she said. Rose was bossy even back then, "This is what we are going to do. I am not kissing you, but, you can tell everyone that we did. Here." She grabbed my shirt and ripped it out of my pants, rumpling it up with her hands. She ran her hands through my hair and pinched my cheeks. Next, she messed up her hair a little, pulling strands out of her pony tail and shifted her skirt.

I stood through all of this in shock, letting her manhandle me however she wanted. I had no idea what was really going through her head.

We heard the timer go off and she jerked open the door, walked out with her head high and history was created. Rosalie Hale and Edward Cullen gained overnight popularity for our exploits in the closet. We were gold. All the guys wanted her because they thought she put out and all the girls wanted to be the next rung on my ladder. Rose and I never spoke of our arrangement but over time it made us protective of each other.

That's why her prank tonight pissed me off so much.

I got to Bella's house and saw her father's car parked in the driveway. I also saw an amazing antique truck. I would definitely like to get my hands under the hood of that.

I slipped around the side of the house and I saw a soft light coming from one of the rooms. The window was open and I head music floating down. It had to be Bella's room. There was a huge tree outside the window.

Perfect.

This was not the first time I had snuck into or out of a girl's room at night. Piece of cake.

I heaved my self up the tree and shimmied down the branch closest to her window. I definitely could make it, I just hoped I didn't land on my ass once I got in.

I leaned over and grabbed the ledge and slung my legs over the windowsill. I held my breath while leaning against the open window for a minute and surveyed the room. Bella was lying on her bed, face down, with her forehead resting on her arms. I heard the music more clearly now, The Smashing Pumpkins, Landslide.

I noticed she was still in her uniform, her long legs stretched down the bed, and her skirt was rumpled up leaving a peek at her red panties. I saw something that caught my eye. I quietly walked over to the bed, leaned over her and pulled up the edge of her skirt, very carefully.

COCKS.

Written in bold letters across her butt.

I swear, I didn't want it to, but my cock got hard at the site of those letters across her tight ass.

I heard a grunt and I jumped back, letting the skirt drop. Without looking up, Bella said, "What are you doing here Edward?"

She did not sound surprised that I was in her room in the middle of the night. Maybe I was more predictable than I thought. She turned over, and I could see her swollen eyes and the makeup that had run down her face. She criss-crossed her legs and wrapped her arms around her chest. It took everything I had to not run over and touch her but there was an invisible force field around her. I could feel it.

"Well?" she demanded this time.

"Bella…"I started and then stopped. I had no idea what I was going to say. For once in my life I was completely speechless.

We looked at each other for a full two minutes. Neither of us moving or possibly even breathing. I know I was holding my breath waiting to see what was going to happen.

The song changed, and I heard the music change to…wait.

Stevie Nicks. Landslide.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

She tried to hold a straight face and hold her anger in check but a small smile crept into her lips.

"So why do you have the same song playing twice in a row?" I asked quietly breaking the verbal silence of the room. I wasn't sure she would answer but I had to give it a shot.

She opened her mouth to speak but snapped it shut. Then a second or two later she opened it again. "Well, I can't decide which version of this song I like best so I put all three."

"Three?" I asked.

"Yes, the third is the Dixie Chicks. The whole play list is like this." Her face grew a little defensive as she spoke of her choices. Defensive but not mad. This could work.

"You mean like "Fools Rush In by Elvis and UB40." I said, joining in the game. I had to break the tension.

"Exactly! Except you missed one." And she walked over to the iPod and started clicking, her back to me. Out came a fast paced version of some little girl singing Fools Rush In. "Lick the Tins," she stated, not turning around.

I took a chance and walked across the room behind her. I saw her shoulders stiffen as I got closer but I didn't stop. I had to touch her. I put my hands out slowly, and gripped her shoulders. But nothing more, I was waiting for a response.

She sighed but didn't appear angry so I made my move. I wrapped my arms around the front of her chest and rested my head on the top of hers lightly.

We stood there for quite a while.

Finally, Bella broke the silence. "Edward, why did you do that to me?" I could hear her voice quivering.

I had never felt so ashamed. "I don't know, Bella. It's complicated. I'm complicated. I'm not the same guy you met on the beach. Well, I am, but here…I'm different."

"Obviously." She said and wiggled out of my arms, went over to her bed and flopped down. Her hair was a mess, strands pulled of her ponytail. She was still beautiful even tired and battered. I walked over and sat next to her. I reached my hand out and brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear. She closed her eyes.

I let my finger slide from her ear down her cheek so I could rub her fake tattoo. She shuddered and looked up at me.

I gave her my slight, but notorious killer smile and pulled her in with my eyes, "You know. It really is a fantasy of mine to play cheerleader." Her eyes softened and she laughed.

She laughed.

"I'm sure it is, you perv." she smirked. I leaned in and kissed her forehead. Then her nose and I moved over and gave her tat at little lick. She tasted like tears and smoke from the bonfire.

I stopped know I was pushing my luck and reached for her hands. Again, it was quiet as we looked at one another for a minute. In the background Gloria Gaynor began singing about surviving. Thanks Gloria.

"So, Edward, what do we do from here? I mean, I'm new and a surprise to you and have clearly interrupted your life. You don't owe me anything. But I do hope you'll be nice to me." This rushed out and she was clenching my hand tight.

I had no idea what to tell her. I didn't do girlfriends. I 'd never had one. Could I possibly just show up at school tomorrow holding hands and writing love notes in class?

No. I didn't think I could.

"I'm not sure Bella." I said, "but, I won't hurt you again."

I'd lied to her. I didn't want too but there was no way around it. Someone was going to get hurt and it was probably her.

I pulled her hands up, to my lips and spread her palms out flat. I kissed them over and over softly. Trying to give her what I could before I had to go.

And I was trying to store up on what she had to give me.

I peeked into her eyes and I could tell she didn't grasp my intentions. "I need to go," I told her quietly. I walked over and slung a leg over the edge of the window.I looked at her sitting on the bed so small and helpless.

I pushed my other leg through and climbed down the tree.

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