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Edward's POV
"Are you ever going to do something about this?" Emmett asks, plopping next to me on the couch after bringing another round of beer.
"Dude, your garage chick is…" I palm my face. "It was easy for you to do it. And I'm glad you fucking finally got the guts to ask her out, but it's not the same for me."
"Well, technically it's even easier. You live under the same roof." He laughs.
I should have never admitted to him that I thought Bella was hot.
"Emmett, please," I groan, downing my last beer. I grab the new bottle and just hold it, staring at it, but not really seeing it.
"How hard can it be? I mean, you don't have to go and ask her. That would be stupid, but do it…subtly."
I snort, uncapping the bottle. "Subtly? How do you even know that word?"
"Shut up, dude! Listen to me. Pay attention to what she likes…like singers and actors and shit. If she's into the young ones then you have a chance."
"I can already tell you she's into older men," I grumble. "Remember, Dad was almost ten years older than her."
Emmett scratches his head. "Still, do what I said. You never know."
"Em, she never does anything to hint that she's even remotely attracted to me. Let's just close this Bella subject." I sigh and rub my eyes. "Tell me about your date."
He grins broadly, putting his feet on the coffee table and leaning against the arm of the couch. "It was awesome!"
"Really? What's she doing there? Does she really work with the cars?" I ask curiously.
"YES! Man, she's fucking fantastic! She knows cars!"
"Huh."
"Rose is in college and she works there because she wants to, it also helps with the paycheck for her studio. Her dream is to open a restorations shop for old cars."
He keeps talking about her until my head is pounding. Dude's got it bad.
But I'm not one to judge. It's odd enough that I have stopped looking at the chicks in my class – totally Bella's fault.
Fuck, she's everything I think about. All the fucking time.
As the night goes on, we start playing some car game I'm not really focusing on, thus I'm losing horribly.
We spend an amazing weekend together, drinking beer, eating pizza and playing every possible game he owns. Of course, there's some homework done too, but only a little. I'll probably do it before class on Monday.
It's kinda late on Sunday night and we're both buzzed when my phone blares from the coffee table.
Shit.
Bella.
"Hi!" I say as casually as I can, pushing Emmett who's making rude gestures and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Kiddo, it's ten! I told you to be home by bedtime on Sunday!" she hisses.
Super. She's angry.
"I'll stay here, Bella. Em's house is closer to the school," I explain, slurring my words.
I'm so fucked if she realizes I drank.
"Edward Cullen, are you drunk?"
"No," I mumble.
I'm buzzed.
There's a difference.
"I'm coming for you. Just wait," she growls in the phone then the dial tone beeps in my ear.
"Ah-mazing," I groan, leaning my head against the back of the couch.
"What's wrong?" Em asks curiously.
"She's coming for me. I guess our plan for the movie next week will have to wait. I bet you good money she'll ground me or some shit."
"Are you serious now? She grounds you?" He booms a loud laugh. "Mom hasn't done that shit since I was in elementary school."
"Lucky you," I mumble and get up. "I'm gonna pack."
Exactly when I return with my school bag, the doorbell rings.
Speaking of coordination.
I open the door just as Emmett rounds the corner, ready to see the show.
Bella's glaring at me – her hair is a mess and she's wearing a trench coat. I can definitely see something red and lace at the hem of her coat. I bet she's in her nightgown under there.
Fuck.
"Hi." I try to distract her by smiling big.
"Hi, to you too." She grabs my arm and after waving at Emmett I'm dragged to her car.
"Uh, my car is…"
"You're not driving!" she snaps, opens the passenger's door and pushes me inside.
I feel like I'm being arrested, as I'm pushed inside her car by the head. She's definitely a cop's daughter.
When she gets behind the wheel, I see her leg and fuck. It's bare and that red lace…
I'm so fucked.
"If you ever drink alcohol again before your twenty first birthday, I swear to God…" Her fingers grip the steering wheel as she pulls out of the spot. "And to even think of driving under the influence…" she mutters. "Are you stupid, Edward?"
"Well, I planned on sleeping at Em's. How will I get to school tomorrow?" I mumble.
"I'll drive you. After school you go home with Emmett and get your car. Then straight home or you'll be in deep shit."
I nod, feeling chastised.
Because it's night and the roads are empty we make the thirty minute drive into a twenty minute one. I hope she will never accuse me of speeding because I have this ride as an argument.
After twenty torturous minutes of staring at her bare legs, I have to think of gruesome things. My dick won't cooperate.
Bella parks screeching the tires in front of the garage.
"Get inside!" she snaps and slides out of the car.
I guess Round Two is about to start.
She's in the kitchen, pacing, when I finally drag my ass in the house.
"Tell me what the fuck to do so you'll listen to me just once!" she says exasperated. "Tell me!"
"Uh." I scratch the back of my neck. "You know…I mean…" I clear my throat.
"You're drinking!" she accuses me. "Ugh, Edward!" She rubs a hand over her cheek. "I tried to tell your dad that you were going the wrong path, but he never listened. I know you're smoking, picking fights and skipping classes. Now you're drinking too. What's next? Will I have to bail you out of jail soon?"
I feel my blood draining. "You know about the smoking?" I ask on a high voice.
She laughs drily. "That's what worries you?" she snorts. "I'm doing the laundry…cigarettes stink. All of your clothes stink."
Crap.
"I'm sorry," I mumble, staring at my feet.
"Out of all the bad things you do, smoking is the least of my worries. If I hear you drank alcohol again, we'll have a very long talk." She groans. "If you started doing this because of Carlisle, I'd have totally understood you, but you were doing it behind his back for at least a year!" she shouts. I can see tears in her eyes.
Amazing. We're back to guilt-tripping me.
"He loved you so much he chose not to see what a…a…hooligan you've become!"
I burst in laughter. I swear I don't mean to laugh but the word she chose…fuck.
Hooligan.
I try to get a grip but can't.
"What's so funny, kid?" Bella demands, coming closer and gripping my chin. "Do you think this is funny?"
"No, but…" I chuckle.
I can't talk… She's right in front of me…and I can see down her cleavage.
I can see the shape of her left boob. So fucking soft looking and round and perfect.
I gulp and try focusing on her face. Bad move. I'm instantly distracted by her succulent lips – they're moving…forming words I'm not hearing.
"Edward Cullen!" Bella shouts making me jump.
"Ow." Her fingers are digging in my cheeks.
"You're grounded."
With that she pivots on her left sole and disappears out of the kitchen leaving a waft of her floral scent behind.
I rub my right cheek which hurts more than the other as I make my way to my room.
So Bella knows about all the bad deeds I've done. She probably told Dad, but he never acted…thinking I'd never do such things. He had too much faith in me.
It was Emmett's fault I was smoking. He offered me my first cigarette.
As for Creepy Collin…well, I blame his brother and the fights he picked with me. I consider it payback.
What else did Bella say? I muse.
Skipping. Right.
As if she hadn't done it too. I bet every person walking on this planet skipped classes for whatever reason.
And the drinking…that's something she shouldn't have known. Ever.
Right before going to bed, I send Emmett a text message that my assumptions were correct – I'm grounded.
Hope you enjoyed it. Just so you know...I read all your reviews but I don't really have time to answer considering I'm writing this at lightning speed. I want to post their Christmas on OUR Christmas day.