Thanks for loving this story. I told you we would go off the path. I am going to stick to the theory of the movie as much as possible but these characters have their own stories to tell. We are going to the same destination-just taking a different road map. Mine!

Thanks to all my Edward Zuko encouaging ladies. You all know who you are. And BB, who has to clean up my messes. Go read her stories (like you aren't already) Turning Dust into Gold and Going for the Gold. Both are total WIN!

Song for this Chapter

Cake Is this Love? (go check it out. Again, fits perfectly)

BPOV

I looked into the rearview mirror and rubbed the purple spots under my eyes. I'd hardly slept at all after Edward left last night.

That was definitely the most emotional night of my life. I heard him come in the window while I laid on my stomach but I'd had no idea what to do so I played dead. Then I felt him lift up the hem of my skirt and I almost wanted to smile.

Almost.

Except my pride was wounded and my heart hurt. Plus, I was not ready to be nice.

Feeling his hands on me like that was enough to get my heart beating again, which was exciting and stupid at the same time. Was my heart going to do this every time he came near me? Gah. I hope not.

I turned, expecting to see the smug asshole from the bonfire, but instead my beach Edward was back. Sweet, flirty and sexy. How did he do it? Turn it on and off? How could he stand in my room and make me feel like no time had passed at all since leaving the beach? How could he ask me about my music, hold me and place those gentle kisses on my hands just before leaving?

I felt like I was in a game and I didn't know the rules or positions. Although it was nice to be with him, the rest of the night was bitter sweet. It was never said out loud but it became increasingly obvious that I definitely cared more about him than he did about me. Obviously he was gorgeous and popular and I didn't think I'd ever leave him if he was willing to take me back. I felt so pathetic when he crawled out the window and after he left I became resolved and the Bella Swan Plan was back on track.

I pulled my truck up into the stadium parking lot and grabbed my pom-poms and megaphone out of the back. It was a cool fall night and we were wearing white sweaters with a red A-line skirt. It was dark out and the stands were filling up on both sides. Small towns love their football.

The game was actually fun and I found that Mike kept sneaking over when he was not playing to lean on the fence that separated us from the players. Mike was the perfect person to help me move on. The last time he came over I smiled and handed him a bottle of water from our cooler. He pulled up the hem of his jersey to twist off the cap giving me a peek of his stomach. He was ripped. Who knew all that was hiding under there? This might not be so bad after all.

Lauren called us back over and we began our next routines. I noticed Alice and the girls waving from the top of the stands. It was really nice of them to show up and support me. I scanned the rest of the crowd looking for him, but of course he wasn't there and the predictable pain in my heart pissed me off. I flipped, jumped and shook my pom-poms the rest of the night with a forced enthusiasm but it helped distract me from my thoughts

After the game we cleaned up and I saw Alice leaning over the edge of the bleachers. "Bella, were having a sleepover at my house tonight! You have to come!" she demanded. She was so excited it was hard not to want to please her.

I hesitated and asked, "Is Rosalie going? Because if so I'm not sure…"

Alice cut me off. "Yes, but I talked to her so don't worry. I promise she'll be on her best behavior. Come on Bella, please? We all really want you to be there! Were going to do makeovers…" She teased, giving me a huge smile. The look in her eye made wonder if this was a good or bad thing.

I couldn't resist her so I smiled and said, "Okay Alice, I'll be there after we clean up."

Lauren finally said we could all go, and I was walking towards my car when I dropped my megaphone. Out of thin air Mike came running over and picked it up. I shook my head and blushed from being so clumsy.

"Thanks Mike, I can be such a klutz sometimes," I confessed and gave him a shy smile. I was trying to flirt with him and continued, "You had a great game!"

"Thanks. It's awesome that we won! I hope to go to State this year." He smiled back at me but shifted his gaze to the ground. "Um, Bella" he stammered, "I was wondering if you would go out with me tomorrow, for, um, dinner?"

"Sure Mike, that sounds like fun. Call me tomorrow so we can figure out what time to meet?" I told him. We talked for a while, about school, football and other stuff until he told me he had to head back to the locker room for a team meeting. Before he left he leaned over and gave me a shy kiss on the cheek.

Smiling, he said, "goodbye," and ran off towards the building.

Happily, I gathered my things and started towards my car again. I kept thinking about how going out with Mike would be the best thing to help me get over Edward. Mike was cute, fun and seemed really nice. I thought I could use a little nice after last night.

I kept walking and dug around my bag for my keys. Stopping for a minute I suddenly was pulled into the darkness under the bleachers by my wrist. A hand clamped over my mouth from behind.

Mentally I was screaming, physically, I was beginning to hyperventilate. My attacker spun me around and I found myself looking into Edward's eyes, wild with anger. He let go of my mouth but kept his hand on my wrist and took hold of my other one as well.

I was struggling for breath but managed to find my voice. "What the fuck Edward? You scared the shit out of me!" My heart was racing out of control. I tried to get my hands loose but he held them tight.

He shrugged and did not apologize. "Bella, what are you doing? Newton? I can't stand him. I can't believe you just kissed him!" He shouted the last part and I could smell alcohol on his breath.

I rolled my eyes and told him, "First, your drunk and being an ass. Second, I didn't kiss him, he kissed me. And third, I can see whoever I damn well please!" I gathered my strength and yanked my hands free.

My reaction didn't make him happy. In fact, he looked even angrier than before. He put one hand on his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, while the other hand rested on his hip. His hair fell into his eyes and his jaw clenched tightly.

Of course, I could not help but notice that he was freaking gorgeous when he was angry.

I waited for him to calm down and he finally looked up. He looked calmer but his eyes held something else. Rage? Fear? I wasn't sure.

When he finally opened his mouth he spoke slowly but with force. "I don't want anyone touching you but me."

I felt my mouth drop.

Was he kidding me?

No. I could tell that from his expression. He was dead serious.

"Well, Edward, that would have been nice to know yesterday," I emphasized the word and continued "when I was embarrassed by that Barbie bitch in front of all your friends. But, no, you treated me like a piece of dirt and I hate to tell you, but you have lost the privilege of making decisions in my life about who can and can not touch me!"

I stared him in the eye, hands on my hips, begging him to say something else.

I could tell though that this wasn't over. He had a look of determination in his eyes and his face twisted up like a child on the verge of a temper tantrum.

"Look Bella" he seethed. "I know you don't know a lot about me but around here," he waved his arms around wildly, "I get what I want."

He leaned in close and I could almost taste him.

And then he said, with confidence, "I. Am. Edward. Fucking. Cullen."

Before I could even respond he grabbed my face and kissed me hard. I thought for a second about pulling away, but I couldn't.

He stopped after a minute and let me take a breath. His eyes dared me to leave. I licked my lips and smirked.

He tasted like candy.

I love candy.

I dove in for more, reaching up and grabbing his hair pulling it hard as he worked his tongue into my mouth. He pushed me back into the wall and he began working his hands slowly down my sides and to the edge of my skirt. His fingers wandered down to the bottom edge of my panties and slipped under the elastic.

I groaned, wrenched my self off his face and wiped my lips off with the back of my hand. An attempt to remove the traces of him.

"Edward." I gasped, trying to regain some composure.

My heart was about to pop out of my chest and my stomach was in a knot. He was not going to do this to me again.

"I am not one of your toys and you will not play me. Get your shit together, grow up and maybe, if you can prove yourself and if you really want me, we can work something out." I announced, brushing down my skirt and smoothing my hair. I waltzed out from under the bleachers, feeling the smug look on my face.

I had a feeling I was the first girl to walk away from Edward Fucking Cullen, ever.

Ahhh...Bella has had her moment. Believe it or not, things are looking up. Please send me a review! I am updating superfast for all of you and all i need is a little support in return-thanks to all of you who already do!!