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Chapter 15

"Jacob?" Bella asked anxiously. "What is it? Jake?" Jacob's face went from shock to disgust as he snapped the phone shut and looked at Bella.

"A Disco emergency, eh? That's what he told you?" Jacob finally spat out.

"Yes. It's complicated Jake. You don't know the history with this. You have no idea how important Disco is to the Cullens, especially to Esme. Disco is irrational. Once you've Disco'd with a person, it is impossible to be logical about them anymore…"

"Well I've had the pack do a little investigating…" Jacob revealed.

"You've what?! Oh no, Jake…Please tell me you've not dragged the wolf pack into this Disco craze…I can't bear the thought of Seth with a fro or Leah in sequins and leather, please for the love of--"

"What? You think only bloodsuckers can get down at a Disco Convention? Look, that's beside the point – Leah went to Vegas, undercover to check out the Convention. And guess what?" Jake prompted.

"Oh no! Did Tanya win? Damn that bitch…"

"Bella! Focus! THERE WAS NO DISCO CONVENTION!!! Leah checked all over Las Vegas, and there WAS NO DISCO FEST!! Don't you see? He lied to you!"

Tears flooded Bella's eyes. How many ways could her khaki-loving heart be mangled and still be expected to continue beating?

Jacob embraced Bella, offering his comfort. Bella could have sworn she heard him chuckle in delight…but she was too distraught to question it.

Edward had been gone a full week, and if not at a Disco Convention, then where? Bella's wolfy-embrace was interrupted when the guard came to take her to lunch.

Bella dreaded the time she had to spend mixing in with the general population at the prison. There was an especially mean group of inmates that seemed to have it in for Bella. They were led by a redheaded feisty woman named Victoria. Bella never could figure out how, but Victoria seemed to have found a way to wear fur while in the prison. That seemed unfair – if Victoria could get by wearing fur, why couldn't Bella wear khaki?

Victoria and her gang of followers taunted Bella. It seemed it didn't take long for news of Bella's nipple fetish to spread like wildfire through the prison. They were always calling out things to her about how good she smelled and how creamy her skin looked.

Although she tried to avoid them, they'd already managed to kick Bella's ass twice that week while in the yard.

She rushed through lunch, anxious to get back to her cell where hopefully Jacob could sneak back to visit. Bella was devastated by Edward's lie. If there was no Disco Convention, then why had he left her? Why the lie?

The guard had led Bella back almost to her cell when she heard a familiar voice.

"I'll take over from here." The voice said. Bella looked up. It was Esme. Even though she was hurt and furious with Edward, she was delighted to see Esme back in her guard's uniform. Esme pulled off 'butch' surprisingly well.

She led Bella to the visiting room. Bella was all set to give Edward a stern talking to about the lies, and to tell him about her visions of Jacob and his non-chaffing sweats…but then…she saw him.

Edward stood there, in his white sleeveless button down and tan shorts. And Bella couldn't help but run to him calling out his name.

She had never seen anything more beautiful – even as she ran, gasping and screaming, she could appreciate that.

And the last seven days meant nothing. And his words in the visiting room meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want her. She would never want anything but him, no matter how long she lived.

Bella slammed into Edward's unmoving body. Tears streamed down her face and she tried to tell Edward that she knew about the lie, but loved him anyway, but her sobs made her words unintelligible.

"Carlisle was right." Edward stated.

"Huh?" Bella asked.

"He was right, he said being in the place would drive you completely insane, and he was right, look at you…you're a mess…"

Bella was embarrassed and started to pull away. "Um, Edward, we need to talk…"

"There's no time now, I just had to see you. And I brought you a surprise." Edward said as he handed her a wrapped package. Esme then took Bella back to her cell where she opened the box.

Inside was Edward's very best pair of khaki pants, and a small note, written in Edward's perfect writing: "Look after my khaki- I've left it with you"