Hi everyone!
This chapter is dedicated to my friend Alex. Thanks for the car info and I wrote a part of this chapter for you.
Thanks to my beta, 2-10-11eyesFINGERStoes
Read the bottom A.N. It's very important to the continuation of this story.
BPOV
I woke up in an unfamiliar bed, with a searing pain shooting through my head. I groaned once, pulling the pillow over my head, basking in the sweet and unusual smell of the sheets. I heard a chuckle coming from the corner of the room and my head shot up, causing another sharp pain to shoot through my head.
"Good morning," a melodic voice said.
"It's not so great right now," I mumbled, sitting up more.
My eyes adjusted and I saw that Edward was sitting in a leather chair in one corner of the room. He was wearing his clothes from yesterday, but they were rumpled. I was on a large, wooden bed in the middle of the room. I looked down to see myself still in my dress, but I couldn't be so sure of what happened.
"Um . . . we didn't . . . did we . . ." I tried starting the sentence several different times but couldn't find the right wording.
"Did we do it?" Edward asked, guessing my question. "No."
I let out a sigh of relief and let my mind move to other questions. What was I doing here? How did I get here? What happened last night?
I didn't know which to start with first. I started trying to remember what happened yesterday, but found that a fruitless attempt.
"Do you want to know what happened last night?" Edward asked again. It was like he was a mind reader or something.
"Yes, if you don't mind."
"Well, you got yourself wasted because of your list. Ended up completing two more of your tasks, if that is any consolation. Then, Alice and Jasper wanted to go back to your place, so I took you here for the night." Edward started moving towards my bedside and handed me two pills and a glass of water. "For the headache."
"Which three resolutions did I knock off the list?" I asked, scared of the answer.
"Other than obviously getting wasted. Driving in a sports car going fifteen over the speed limit and . . . dancing on a bar."
I grimaced at the end of his sentence and gulped down the water. "How bad was it?"
"It wasn't too bad. It was actually pretty good for a drunk girl."
"Thanks," I mumbled while blushing and taking another gulp of the water.
"Anything else I should know about?" I prayed that there wasn't, but I very rarely got wasted, so who knew.
"Don't use the bathroom in there," he said pointing to a closed door to my right.
"Why?" I asked curiously, seeing embarrassment wash across his face.
"Well . . . last night . . . you ran to the bathroom but didn't quite make it to the toilet," He stated hesitantly, waiting for my reaction.
"I didn't!" I exclaimed in horror. Don't tell me I puked on his bathroom floor. This is not my day. "I am so sorry. I will go clean that up right now."
I ripped the covers off of me and started walking out into the hallway, looking for a closet that had cleaning supplies. I think Alice mentioned one somewhere. Edward, followed me out into the hallway and grabbed my waist.
"Bella, you don't have to clean. Just go back to the bedroom," He urged. "Besides, I think Jasper owes me one anyway."
Edward had convinced me and I walked back into the bedroom. Most of the walls were white, except one accent wall, behind the bed, that was a chocolate brown. The wooden bed was modern and sleek, with the fluffiest pillows and blankets I had ever seen. Across from the bed, was a matching dresser with a matching mirror hung above it. I had already seen the leather chair in the corner of the room, that was next to the windows.
"You have a nicely furnished room," I said sitting on the bed. Looking around the room again, it almost seemed too nice. I really hoped he wasn't gay.
"Yeah," he started looking around his room also, before coming to sit next to me. "My mom, Esme, is an interior designer. She always has to design the places I live in."
"That must be nice." I was actually letting out a sigh of relief in my head.
"Sometimes," he said with a chuckle. "You should have seen her when I said she couldn't decorate my dorm room because of my roommate. She went crazy."
I laughed along with him and then started scanning the room for my shoes.
"Looking for something?" He asked observantly.
I was shocked that he always seemed to be in tune to what I wanted. "Um . . .yeah. My shoes," I stated, looking about the room once more.
"They are in the closet – I didn't want you tripping over them on your way to the bathroom." I could tell he was holding back a chuckle and I rolled my eyes at him.
I went to the closet and slid the door open. Inside rested my black pumps and I scooped them up carried them back to the bed.
"Are you leaving so soon?" he questioned with a hint of despair in his voice.
"I have to if I want to complete that list by tomorrow. What time is it anyway?" I slipped the three inch pumps on and looked around for a clock.
"It's 11:30 AM," he stated.
"Already? I never sleep this late. The whole day has gone by," I said in shock.
"I'm willing to bet that you have never been that trashed before either."
He had a point there. "I think I should be going now, if I want to complete all of the tasks on time." I started walking to the door, but he grasped my wrist as I reached for the door handle.
"Why leave now? There is still plenty of time left." There was a tone in his voice that made me want to stay and when I looked up into his eyes the incentive for staying grew even stronger. I immediately looked away and opened up the door.
"I do need to shower and get a change of clothes," I said reasonably.
"Do you really want to go back while Jasper is still there," he said with a smile playing at his lips. Just at that moment, the front door slammed open and Jasper's voice boomed throughout the apartment.
"I'm home!" Jasper called cheerfully walking down the hallway. "Hey, Bella. How's the head."
"It's great," I responded sarcastically. "I don't think going home will be a problem anymore," I directed at Edward.
Edward hung his head and let go of my wrist, leaving me free to go. A twinge of guilt crossed my body and I looked back on Edward again.
"If you want, I could get ready at my place and then we could complete the list together?" I suggested. I was surprised that came out of my mouth. Usually, I would have walked away and ignored the handsome, good-looking man that was waiting in the doorway. What has gotten into me?
Edward's head snapped up and he gave me his crooked smile washing away most of the insecurities I felt at inviting him. "I would love that," he responded enthusiastically, while walking me out.
"Okay, meet me at my apartment around 12:45. Don't be late." I opened up the door to leave but forgot one very important aspect. How am I going to get back to my apartment? I looked out the door and then back at Edward who had an oblivious look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked confused.
"I don't exactly have a way to get home. Do you think you could drive me?" I bit my lip nervously for no reason and I saw Edward's face light up in recognition.
"Oh . . .uh, yeah . . . sorry about that. I forgot that I drove you here," he said quickly, snatching up his keys from the small table that was by the door.
"It's fine." We left the apartment and made it down to his car. I gasped at the sight of the Corvette. Was this his? I don't remember his car. I just assumed it was an old Mazda Miata or something, not a Corvette.
"What's so surprising? You already met Betty yesterday," Edward said laughing. Betty?
"You named your car?" I asked incredulously, stepping to the passenger side of the car.
"No . . . you did." Edward was full out laughing now and there were tears ready to stream out of his eyes.
"You're kidding me, right?" I stared at him in disbelief.
His response was to laugh even harder, muttering something about Brenda. Total confusion would be an understatement right now.
"When I asked you if there was anything else I needed to know, this would have been in that category," I said trying to figure out the other possibilities that could have happened last night. "Was anyone else around?"
"No one we knew," he said coming down from his laughter.
"Great," I muttered under my breath.
"Don't worry about it. It was blatantly obvious that you were drunk, so no one really cares." Edward started the car and peeled out of the parking spot.
"It's nice to see that your so caring." I watched the speedometer climb higher and higher and along with the speed my nerves went higher.
We drove for five minutes until we pulled up to a stop light with a red Trans Am next to us. Edward got a crooked smile on his face again and he winked at me. He was definitely up to something. He revved the engine and I finally caught on.
"NO, EDWARD!" I screamed, "If you race that car, I am calling my father at 10 am on Saturday – the time he cleans his gun – and telling him that I am pregnant with your baby!"
"Just look at who is driving that vehicle, though." His head jerked toward the other car and reluctantly I looked out my window.
"Unbelievable," I said grimly. Driving the red muscle car was none other than Mike the Bartender. He was checking out two trampy girls walking down the side walk.
Mike turned his head and saw us. He smiled at me but then immediately retreated like someone had burned him.
I turned to look at Edward and he had an innocent smile on his face. "Will you let me race him now?" His voice was goading and it would be very easy to give in.
"Maybe," I muttered from my seat. I took one glance back at Mike, and he was picking at something in his teeth. Gross.
I looked back at Edward and he had the most adorable look on his face. It was a cross between a puppy and a baby Panda.
"Ugh! Fine!" I said exasperatedly. "You win!"
"Huh, Alice was right about that," Edward murmured.
The light turned green and Edward revved his engine again. I glanced at Mike and I could tell he got the hint. Mike revved his engine too and we were off. I felt like I was in a movie. Both Edward and Mike were neck and neck at first. Then, Edward let loose and speed up catching the light at the next intersection, while Mike was stuck behind waiting for it to turn green.
"I think you should slow down a little, now," I suggested.
"We are only going 5 over. We went a lot faster yesterday," he said looking at me with hopeful eyes and a coy smirk.
"A) I was drunk yesterday. B) I don't care how fast we went yesterday, this is today, and I don't like it," I protested being my usual stubborn self.
"I am not going to slow down, because deep down I know you like it. Don't try to deny it, because I saw it yesterday when we rode in this car." His face was smug now and he glanced at me with an intensity that made me feel like he could see right through me.
"Don't tell me what I do and do not like!" I sputtered, not knowing how to respond to him. Why is he aggravating me so much?
Edward just shook his head and we continued driving in silence. Soon, we had arrived at my apartment complex and there was an awkward silence between us.
"Thanks for the ride," I whispered out.
"No problem. . . we are still on for later, right?" Edward asked calmly.
"Yes," I responded and reached down to undo my seatbelt. When I reached down to get it, I locked eyes with Edward and he was staring at me intently. It made me a new sort of uncomfortable. "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to figure you out," Edward said sincerely, "You are an utter mystery to me."
"Everything about me is in plain sight," I replied softly, stepping out of the car.
"You may say that, but it's not the truth." Edward put the car in gear again and pulled out of the parking lot, leaving me in a stupor.
I stomped up the steps to our apartment and unlocked the door. The majority of it looked the way we had left it.
I looked at the clock that was on the stove which read 11:50. That gave me a little less than an hour to get ready.
I walked down the hallway into the bathroom Alice and I shared and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. Returning to my room, I grabbed some clothes to change into and headed back into the bathroom.
When I stepped into the shower, the water scalded me, but I soon got used to it, letting it relax my sore muscles.
The smells of the different soaps started to relax me, and my thoughts started drifting to different things. I landed on the topic of Edward and started thinking about what he meant to me. He was cute, charming, smart, and - from the looks of last night - chivalrous, but I'm not sure how I feel about him. Does he like me? Do I really want a boyfriend? I am content right now, why do I need to add a boyfriend into the mix to screw it up. Then I though of Edward. His eyes. His smile. Everything about him invited me in and made me feel safe. No one has ever made me feel that way, that quickly.
Suddenly, a jolt of fear rushed through my body and made me return to reality. I suddenly saw everything clear as day. Edward and I could just be friends. Nothing more. We were too different to be anything else.
Now that the situation was settled, I enjoyed the rest of my shower in peace. Soon, the water turned cold and I had to step out of the shower. Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 12:05, and I rushed back into my room to find clothes. I picked out a pair of dark blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a navy blue zip-up hoodie. It might have not been the cutest thing to wear but who was I trying to impress anyway. I quickly dried my hair, bushed my teeth, and ate breakfast. Now, I only had to wait five minutes for Edward to arrive.
EPOV
After dropping Bella off, I headed back home to get ready myself. I hoped Jasper cleaned up the puke on the floor, so I could take a shower.
I pulled into the parking lot and was soon heading up in the elevator to my apartment. When I threw open the door, I saw Jasper standing there with a bucket and mop.
"Good, you did clean the bathroom," I said jokingly. Jasper grimaced at the comment and shook his head in displeasure.
"How can such a small girl, have so much in her?" he muttered to himself.
I laughed and walked to my room. Throwing my coat on the bed along with all of my other clothes, I stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
While letting the warm water hit me, I drifted into my own thoughts. Today was unseasonably warm – 50ºF – which would be good for us if we were going to go cliff diving.
My thoughts then transitioned over to Bella, who consumed my every sense. The sight of her was breath taking with her soft and innocent look. Her smell was amazing, like wild flowers, almost. The touch of that porcelain smooth skin, sent a wave of fire through me. I couldn't even start to imagine what she would taste like. The only thing that bothered me was why she was trying to push herself away every time we got close. I think I could make her happy, and I am convinced she is the only woman in the world that could make me happy, so why is she running?
I convinced myself, at that moment, that I would not give up on Bella. I would make her stay put one way or another.
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