Dirty, dirty

My one eye opened when 'I'm A Bitch' started echoing throughout my otherwise quiet place of slumber, which only led me to believe that a certain broad who went by the name of Rosalie Hale must not value her life...what with her more than inconsiderate fucking ass ignoring the numerous fucking threats that I had once given her about disturbing the small amount of sleep that I cherished...

Opening my other eye, I looked over my shoulder, at the devil...my alarm clock.

Nine sixteen.

In the AM.

Cool.

Reaching out, I grabbed a hold of my cell phone and flipped it open with a groan, "What can you possibly want from my existence at this time of the day?"

Nothing.

Closing my eyes, I rubbed them with my free knuckles. "Rose, is everything okay?"

"Is everything fucking okay?" she shouted in some incredulous type of a way that I grimaced at, holding the phone away from my ear, "Really, B? That's what you're asking me right now, after witnessing all of the bullshit that went down last nigh—"

I hung up, putting a stop to all of her nine o'clock in the goddamn morning drama.

As you can clearly tell, I am not an AM kind of a chick.

Three Goddamn Minutes Later

'I'm a bitch, I'm a tease, I'm a goddess on my kn-'

"Yes, Rose?" I yawned into the phone, "Are you done with the dramatics?"

"But of course!" she hummed, all keyed up and whatnot, "My apologies, B!"

I snorted, sitting up on my elbows. "Okay, now, you're just creeping me out..."

"Meet us at the diner," the bitch commanded, not wasting any fucking time.

I groaned, letting my back meet the couch again, "If Emmett's still pissed off, I sw—"

"Oh grow the hell up, Bella!" she growled, "After all, it's not always about you."

And, click.

Bitch.

After taking a quick shower, I got ready for the day, which consisted of pulling one of Em's old football tees from high school over my head, following it with a worn out hoodie, shoving on a pair of straight legged jeans and finishing it all off with chucks.

After a little bit of eyeliner, mascara, and chap stick...I was ready to go.

Simple. To the point. Uncomplicated. My shit.

Not at all wanting to start my day off with a bang by being on the receiving end of Phil's pointless accusations and Renee's endless slurring, I tip-toed my ass down the steps as quietly as I possibly could. Finding the living room empty and therefore free of any obstacles, I smiled, whispering a hallelujah as I basically skipped out of the house...

The pure relief that I felt from not having to put up with the 'parentals,' though, it disappeared when I noticed the empty driveway, for it was right then and there that I remembered that my truck was still at Andy's place...

Looks as if I'm starting my day off with some exercise that consisted of walking.

Or — since I'm dealing with Rose and her blatant dislike of tardiness — jogging.

As I neared the cafe, I kept my eyes open for a certain Jasper Whitlock...not wanting a repeat performance with the kid's idea of how to slam a fucking door into someone's being. Seeing that the area was clear of any blue eyes and therefore, approachable...I stepped inside, smiling at the feeling that washed over me...the one that this place right here, always brought forth.

Familiarity.

The feeling of just being at home, it filled my system with such joy, man...

I greeted Emily with a kiss that she returned with a steaming cup of coffee.

Did I mention that I loved this bitch?

Well if not, I fucking do.

Noticing that Rose and Em haven't arrived yet, I walked over to our usual table and took a seat, knowing that I wouldn't be waiting too long. Grabbing a hold of one of the menus that were laying around, I opened it up and leaned back into my chair...

Pfff.

Acting as if I don't already know what I'm going to fucking get...

Hah.

It's all good, though, I thought to myself as my eyes skimmed over the other meal choices that I'll never end up ordering, cause as of right now, it seems as if I had some down time...which meant that I could use it by trying to come up with a way on how I was going to handle Emmett, knowing that the kid wasn't the type to just let shit go.

While I was in the middle of thinking about possible ideas that at the end basically escalated to kissing my brother's ass, I heard one of the chairs across from me being pulled back. With a raised eyebrow that held nothing but irritation, I looked up from my menu...

"You don't mind, right?" Sex Hair asked me with a smirk, giving Em's chair a nod.

"No, of course not," I answered in an 'of course I fucking mind' kind of a way that he chose to ignore by sitting down at our goddamn table, "Make yourself comfortable..."

Leaning back into his chair, the kid clearly...clearly...misinterpreted my sarcasm as he lifted his legs up into the air to place his sneaks on top of the table. "Thanks."

Unphased by my jaw as it dropped, Edward shoved a pair of buds into his ears before he started hitting a couple of buttons on the IPod that he brought out. "Are you…are you serious?" I asked him when he closed his eyes, "Dude…" I whispered as he began bopping his head around to the motherfucking beat, "What are you do—"

And then, he started...

Oh God.

Is he really singing, right now?

That, or there's a dying bird that's trying to escape his throat.

Looking around, I grimaced when I saw that everyone in the cafe was staring at us.

Not at him.

Oh no.

But at...us.

Like we were of one goddamn individual, singing a duet of some sort.

Having enough of all of the attention that he was obviously loving, I stood up to walk over to the idiot that thought that he was auditioning for American Idol. After taking a seat on the chair that I pulled out...the one that was placed right next to his own, I wasted no time by yanking the buds out of his ears, "Hey," he growled, grabbing a hold of my wrist when I went to toss the wires over his shoulder, "What's your problem?"

"You are my problem," I answered easily, snatching my hand away from his grip.

He shrugged, leaning back into his chair again to resume his position of comfort.

"Edward, what the fuck are you doing?"

"You said 'make yourself comfortable,' so here I am, making myself comfortable."

"I was being sarcastic, you dip-shit." Lowering his sneakers from the table, he smiled something crooked that I instantly shook my head at, "No, not at all, Edward, you need to disappear. My brother, he'll be here any minute now and trust me when I tell you that nothing good will come out of him seeing you around me right now so, go, please..."

"Mmmm," the kid hummed, scooting his chair closer to mine, "I kind of like this…"

I laughed something like why do you have to be so irritating yet good looking at the same goddamn time as both of my feet went to the edge of his seat to push it and him away from me. "Yeah, no. You really need to leave or just go to another table..."

Taking a hold of my chair, he pulled it right up against his own and as soon as I came face to face with the dude, my breath kind of hitched cause damn, ladies...to be all up close and personal...just...

Damn.

"You know," he started, trapping my ass within his irresistible smelling existence by placing the arm that wasn't laying over my shoulder on top of the table in front of me, "This whole sneaking around thing, it's kind of turning me the fuck on right now."

I laughed as I leaned back a bit, away from his hypnotism. "Yeah, okay, sure," I 'gave in,' watching his eyes as they left mine and fell down to my lips, "In your dreams..."

"Speaking of dreams," he whispered, leaning closer to me. "Last night, I had thi—"

"Who the fuck are you?"

I grimaced at my brother's tone of voice before I looked over my shoulder.

"Well, well, well…"

Rolling my eyes at Rose's own, the ones that were dancing with nothing but slut approval while they roamed the features that belonged to the kid who clearly wanted to expire - seeing as to how he stayed put, all up in my space and whatnot, shooting Emmett a smirk that I knew he wouldn't fucking appreciate - I pushed his arm off of my shoulder…

Only to raise an eyebrow at it a second later, when it returned to the spot that it was kicked off it. "Chill out, dude…no harm no foul."

"Dude?" Em laughed, looking kind of crazy, "I'll show you fucking dude, dude."

"Yeah, dude?" Edward asked, standing up from his seat with a grin that Rose arched an eyebrow at, wrapping one of her arms around her man's waist. Pulling off his hoodie, the kid tossed it on top of the table. "Fucking show me then, motherfucker. What are you waiting for?"

Standing up after hearing the growl that left my brother's being, I stopped him from taking a step forward by placing myself in between the two 'men' who were behaving like a pair of fucking preteens. "This has already gotten stupid," I let the both of them know, laying my hands over their chests to keep them apart, "And you," I narrowed my eyes at Edward, "You need to stop acting like a goddamn animal, you goddamn animal. This whole 'strip show' of yours, it's completely unnecessary..."

Although, very much appreciated, I added to myself.

As soon as the 'undercover adult entertainer' returned his attention back to Emmett with a grin that begged for retaliation - one that silently told my brother that he was game for whatever he had in mind - I took a hold of the kid's hand and dragged him away from the fight that would've started if I waited another second. "I swear to God," I mumbled to myself, "I don't even know what the fuck I did to deserve your goddamn company, man..."

"Bella, I didn't do anyth—"

"Shut up."

Stepping outside, I waited until I heard the door close behind him and when it did, I turned around and punched him in the sternum. "Jesus Christ," he hissed, rubbing the discomfort that I didn't regret creating, "What the fuck, Bella?"

"You're insane!"

"What are you talking about?"

"That was my stepbrother, you little bitch! What the hell were you thinking?"

"Well your 'stepbrother' started the shit!" he yelled, like some teeny-bopper.

"Are you serious right now?"

"I can take care of myself."

"Who said that you couldn't, Edward?"

Running his fingers through his hair, he looked away from me.

"All that I'm trying to tell you is that there was absolutely no reason whatsoever for you to go all...buck wild crazy back there, beating on your chest like you were some kind of a...a...a goddamn gorilla that was just released from the motherfucking zoo!"

Cocking his head to the side, he thought ... "I don't remember beating on my chest..."

"You idiotic, sorry excuse for a human be—"

He laughed, grabbing a hold of my arm as I walked past him, "Bella, I'm just k—"

"Edward Cullen..." I gritted without looking over my shoulder, "If you don't let go of me..."

As soon as he did what I told him to do, I pushed the door open to go inside, not wanting to be anywhere near the kid because I honest to God had it up to fucking here with his bullshit, and it hasn't even been a full twenty four hours since I've met him...

"Don't start," I told Emmett's narrowed eyes as I sat back down in my chair.

Did he listen?

Of course not.

When does Em ever fucking listen to me?

Pushing his plate away, he raised an eyebrow at me. "So was that the motherfucker?"

"I literally just met the kid yesterday," I groaned as I pulled the food that he didn't finish over to me, "Can you stop going on and on and fucking on about this whole 'hitting' bullshit already, because that's all that it is, Emmett...complete bullshit."

Shaking his head, he lowered it, otherwise - for once - remaining silent.

Catching Rose looking at me in that magical kind of a way again, I stopped shoving food into my mouth. "What did you do to your girl that caused the change of heart, Em?"

He looked over at Rose with scrunched together brows that she shrugged at, picking up her glass of water. "I don't know what she's talking about, baby. You know your sister...clinically insane..."

Keeping my eyes on her as she took a sip of her drink, I grinned. "Rose digs my vag."

She choked, spraying aqua everywhere, "I do not!" she squeaked, "Shut up, Be—"

"Maybe the whole sock thing turned her off," I shrugged, "Can't really blame the girl."

My brother looked at Rose...then at me...then back at Rose again, before he shook his head at the both of us. "You broads are fucking weirding...me...out, big time," he informed us before he stood up from his seat, "I gotta piss, I'll be back in a second."

Returning my attention back to the carpet muncher that was sitting across from me after I watched Emmett walk away, I raised an eyebrow at the glare that she was throwing my way. "What's up, Rosie?"

Shooting out of her chair like a goddamn firecracker on crack, she flew past Emily and before I knew it, I was in a headlock. Rolling her eyes at us, our girl turned around with a mumble of "Here you two go again," leaving the both of us caffeine free as she carried the coffee that we were seconds away from receiving back to the counter.

"Go ahead and call me Rosie again, you bitch, I…I fucking dare you!"

"Don't you threaten me with a good time!" I growled, squatting over the seat that I unsuccessfully stood up from as I dug my fingernails into the forearms that were wrapped around my neck. "Rosie, Rosie, Rosie, Rosieeeee!"

Shaking his head when he saw the scene that his bitch started, my brother walked around us to take a seat. "Damn…I'm still kind of hungry," he told himself, reaching for the menu as I hissed from the pressure of Rose's grip when it increased, "I think that I'm gonna try the new breakfast burger…"

"Excellent choice, my man!" somebody in the café added with a thumbs up…

Emmett, he smiled in nothing but gratitude, paying Rose no mind when she grunted from the punch that her kidney got from my fist, "Emily!" he shouted as everyone continued with their eating and chit-chatting, "Get me one of those burgers, woman! Let's do the damn thing!"

Seven Minutes Later

"Alright, ladies," Em laughed, standing up from his seat, "That's enough, I think."

I stepped on Rose's foot with a "Take that!" that she easily dominated by...

Tightening her arm around my neck. "I'm going to make you faint, you watch..."

Patting Rose's shoulder, Emmett grimaced. "Let go, baby. Bella's turning purple."

"Fu—fucking Swan, say it, say it again," she huffed...

Out of breath herself, "Say what again, Ro—Ro—Rosie Baby?"

Hearing our struggle, Emmett tried to pry his girl off of me but it wasn't working so I...

"Jesus Christ!" Rose screamed in pain, letting go of me as soon as my teeth sunk into her arm, "You little...did you just...you fucking bit me, you skank!"

I screeched, imitating the cry of help that left her bitch ass a second ago. "Like, duh!"

My brother laughed...

Until Rose's glare left mine and snapped over to him. "Your fucking sister bit me, Emmett!" she hissed, placing her arm in front of his face so that he could see the enamel marks that were left over her skin, "She's—she's a goddamn cannibal!"

"Oh boo hoo, Rosie!" I laughed, fearless, "Get over it already, you fucking hussy!"

Grabbing a hold of her as soon as she took a step towards me, he lifted her up into the air and carried her ass back over to her chair, where it fucking belonged. "Relax, baby," he told her with pursed together lips that held hidden amusement, "It's over."

My brother knew how to get to me, man.

All that he had to do was ignore me...

Just like he was doing now, while he ate.

Placing my cup of coffee back on the table, I leaned back into my chair, "You know, Em...this whole 'I'm not talking to Bella' bullshit that you got going on right now...it's getting pretty old. What's it going to take to let it go?"

"You already know what it's going to take, B," he answered, avoiding my eyes as he pushed his second plate away, "All that I need is a fucking name..."

I groaned, sick of this shit already. "I don't have a goddamn name for you, Emmett."

"Oh no?" he asked, finally meeting my eyes.

"No."

He laughed something that lacked amusement, looking away from me again as he leaned back into his chair. "Let me know, Bella."

"Let...you...know...what?" I gritted.

"Who hurt you?"

"Jesus Christ, Emmett," I groaned, "Fucking no one."

"So I'm worrying about nothing, is that what you're telling me?"

"Yes!"

Moving his attention over at the girl who hasn't said a single word ever since this conversation started, Emmett took a hold of Rose's chin as she went to lower it. "Tell me, baby. Am I worrying about nothing?"

"It's...it's something, but...it's not what you think..."

My eyes widened, because no...

How could she do this to me?

"B and I were...we were fighting yesterday and I punched her on the shoulder by accident," Rose whispered in a lie that I exhaled at, releasing the breath that I was holding, "I didn't want her to tell you anything because I know how much you hate it when the two of us go at it so I made her promise me that she would keep her mouth shut. We were seriously just fucking around, though, so...I'm sorry that you thought that it was bigger than what it actually was. It's my fault..."

Did I tell you that Rose was my fucking bitch, or what?

Emmett's eyes met mine and I shrugged. "I promised..."

"Thank God," he whispered in relief, "I—I've been going fucking crazy, Kiddo."

"Well stop," I told him with a smile that I despised.

"Okay," he nodded.

I laughed. "Okay."

"Okay," Rose said.

And just like that, we were back to being us.

I had to thank Rose, maybe even buy her some kind of a present for doing what she did. Either that, or...I could just kick her in the face, knowing that the broad would appreciate the gesture, nonetheless.

We talked about tomorrow, which is my fucking 'birthday.' I'm not all about 'doing it up' but whatever...it doesn't look like I have much of a choice anyway, seeing as to how Ms. Hale was the one who brought it up, telling me that her and Em planned on having people over at their place...nothing big, was what she promised me when I reminded her that I didn't like all of the attention that celebrations brought forth.

We all said our goodbyes after once again, being scoffed at by Emily when we went to pay for our bill. After giving my brother a quick kiss on the forehead, I pulled Rose aside. "Do you think that you can give me a ride into work tonight?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Em as he stepped outside, "My fucking battery's a piece of shit."

"Where did it end up dying on you?"

"It's uh..." I looked at her for a second before I looked away, "At a friend's place..."

…

…

…

Returning my attention back to her after God only knows how long, I groaned when I spotted the sly smirk that she was sporting…not at all wanting to get into anything that dealt with that 'friend' of mine…

Rose, she never met Andy before. I never once told her about 'us,' nor will I ever tell her about 'us' simply because my girl would know right off the bat that the asshole was shit and in return, feed him his own balls. Either that, or she'd tell one of our boys to lay a beat down on the kid that she'd have to be there for just to make sure that it was done in a way that she approved of…

"Oh who cares," she laughed, "So you got a boy toy, whatever. Do it up, hookah."

"You're retarded," I told her before "So, what's up? You got me for work tonight?"

"I got you. After work, though...we can drop by your friend's house - no bullshit," she quickly added when I narrowed my eyes at her hidden agenda, "I'm just going to get that piece of shit started for you so that you're not fucking stranded at 'home' with those two dip-shits. I'll get out of my car, start yours, get back in mine and leave."

"You'll leave?"

"I'll leave."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"And without going all mama bear on my ass?" I asked, skeptical, "Knocking on this dude's door, introducing yourself to him as his worst nightmare, asking about his dick size...telling him afterwards to fucking prove it?"

"No."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Alright," I nodded, "Cool."

"Eight thirty."

"Eight thirty."

Looking out of my bedroom window, I stood up from the couch as soon as I saw Rose pulling up to the curb. Yanking a hoodie over my head, I rolled my eyes at her impatience when she started honking the horn...non-stop, acting like she didn't just fucking get here. "This bitch..."

After nearly killing myself by running down the stairs, I stumbled into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water only to freeze when I found Phil stepping inside from the back yard, "And where are you going, Isabella?" he asked, dropping a case of beer down by the door.

"I'm off to work, Phil," I gritted, forgetting about the aqua as I turned around to leave, "Something that you obviously don't know anything about..."

Hearing the laughter that started following me out of the kitchen, I picked up my pace, cursing my goddamn mouth for telling the asshole exactly how fed up I was with being asked the same old question over and over again that all in all, wasn't any of his fucking business because honest to God, man...who the hell was or is he to me, anyway?

As soon as I reached the front door, my entire body was yanked away from it.

Dragging me across the room with a grip that wouldn't let me breathe, the asshole hummed something that I tried to lean away from yet couldn't as he kept my back pressed against his chest. "That fucking mouth of yours, Isabella...I missed it."

Oh God...

Please, not with this shit again.

The nightmares that I used to have, they...they just stopped.

I...

I don't want them back.

Turning me around after he reached the living room table, he gave me a shove that had me falling...falling until my back hit the couch. Stopping me from getting off of it by straddling me, he grinned at the fear that I couldn't hide...the fear that overwhelmed me as soon as I found myself stuck...stuck under the relentless weight of his hands and thighs that wouldn't let my own thrash around like they so desperately wanted to.

"Phil, please..." I begged, finding my voice as soon as I saw him looking over the fabric that covered my chest, "You...you don't have to do this, I...I won't say anything, just let me g—"

Pinning both of my hands down with one of his, he used the free one to run it down my torso, and when he started lowering his face down to mine, I turned my head to the side, "But don't you miss me, Isabella?" he murmured against the skin that was covering the side of my neck...

I clenched my eyes shut at the feeling of his fingers finding the bottom hem of my hoodie. "Phil, you…I need you to stop," I gritted, thinking about what this did to me before...

"Tell me that you miss me," he whispered, "Tell me that you missed this…"

"Stop...I'm...I'm telling you to stop."

But he didn't stop...

His stop, it consisted of grinding himself against me.

"I can't stop, Isabella," he hissed against my ear, "You feel too fucking g—"

I bit into his ear, not caring about the consequences that would follow...

Pulling himself away from my mouth as soon as my enamel released what they didn't regret hurting, he growled, "You little bitch!" he hissed, grabbing a hold of my face with the hand that wasn't in a fist—raised behind him and ready to fly, "I'm going to fucking kill y—"

"Honey B!" knock, knock, knock, "You know how I feel about being late, girl! Let's go!"

Phil's eyes, they snapped over to the door after he heard Rose's voice...

Taking advantage of the distraction, I pushed on the asshole's chest, making him fall back a bit before I used every single part of my body to wiggle myself out from underneath him and off of the couch.

"God, what can possibly be taking you so long, bitch?" she continued as I started heading towards the door, straightening out my clothes, "I mean, it's not like you're the type who takes the time to brush up on appearances, got my ass out here thinking that you actually give a shit about the way that you look...whatever, listen, the point is, is that I said eight thirty, Honey B. Eight fucking thir—"

"Alright!" I yelled as I tore the door open, "Jesus Christ, Rose, enough alre—what?"

Keeping her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened. "Are you...are you alright?"

"What are you..." nervous by her nervousness, I stepped outside, "Let's just g—"

Grabbing a hold of the back of my neck as soon as I closed the door behind me, Rose pulled my face closer to hers before she ran her other palm across my mouth. "You're fucking bleeding, Bella..."

Looking at the blood that she showed me, I shook my head as I took a hold of her hand, "It's nothing," I said, dismissing the raised eyebrow that I got when I started rubbing her red-stained palm against my dark jeans, not wanting any part of him on her, "Let's just...let's just go," I urged, pulling her down the porch steps...

"No...no fucking way," she hissed, yanking her arm out of my hold after we reached her car, "I'm not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on! You...you must be out of your fucking mind, thinking that you can just act like I didn't just see BLOOD all over your goddamn MOUTH!"

"Rose..."

"That's it!" she growled as she turned around in a move that I had to stop myself from snorting at, cause holy hell, ballerina... "I'm beating that motherfucker's ass, once and for all!"

Wrapping my fingers around her arm as soon as she took the first step that would lead her closer to the house that she didn't need to go into, I pulled her back. "Rose, calm dow—holy shit, for real?" I laughed, ducking when the broad swung at me, "Bitch, calm your shit! It was his blood on my mouth, not mine!"

Her fist froze. "Huh?"

"I bit him."

"No bullshit?"

"No bullshit," I confirmed, pulling her door open with a roll of my eyes.

"Well," she huffed, dusting herself off as she looked at the house, "I'll be damned..."

Shaking my head at the revenge-seeking hookah that I fucking loved to death, I shoved her into the car. After making my way over to the other side, I got in with a grin that was directed at the grin that she was grinning. "What?"

"No lie, Honey B...I was a literal second away from Hasta la vista, baby!"

I laughed, leaning back into my seat, "Yeah, I know, Arnold Schwarzenegger. Come on," I smiled after she was gave the house the middle finger, "Let's go. We're already running late because of this shit..."

Pat ***