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Thank you so much for my many reviews (79 or 80 now) you don't know how much I love you guys, I have a feeling you guys will like this chapter!
Also, I've had some requests about Bella's POV chapters; this won't be found. I really don't like it when stories switch POV'S, that's just me!
I might, however, do a sequel or a Bella side of the story. But since this story is far to an end, that won't be happening for a while. So just sit back and enjoy the show!
This morning was a lot like the last. We got up, took turns showering, and ate the breakfast Bella cooked for us. It wasn't until about six p.m. – after casual talking and watching television and the occasional call from my mom – that things got interesting.
I got a text from Emmett:
Hey man, you just gotta come down to this party down in La Push. Fucking party of the year! BEERBONGS!! -Emmett
After grunting and glaring at my phone, earning a skeptical glance from Bella, I replied back:
Yeah, sorry. Don't think I can make it tonight. I have plans. -Edward
"What was that about?" Bella asked me after I finished texting.
"Emmett. He invited me to a party at La Push." Her eyes widened a bit when she heard this, but I don't know why.
"Are you going to go?" Bella asked, fiddling with the remote control, not looking me in the eye.
"No, I'm not one for partying." My phone vibrated, indicating I had a new text, but I didn't want to be rude by answering it while in the middle of a conversation with Bella.
"You have a chance to go to a party and you're not going to go? Man, I'd give anything to just be a kid for one night and go have fun," she told me. And I had the chance to let her.
"Do you... want to go? I mean, I could give you a ride. We don't have to hang out together at the party or anything I'm just saying you know, because you don't have a ride and all..." Bella grinned at me and I suddenly felt amazing, like I could run in front of a speeding bus and not have a scratch on me after it hit me.
"Really? Edward, that would be great! You have no idea!"
I looked at my text message, which was from Alice:
Edward, come to the party. Have fun. I hear Bella's going to be there!! *WINK WINK* -Alice
I rolled my eyes at the text message while Bella sat there smiling to herself. I wondered for a moment how Alice knew Bella was going, but the answer was simple: it was Alice.
I texted back:
Yeah sure I'll go. Sam's house right? -Edward
Sam and I used to be great friends until he moved to La Push and got into drugs and other bad things. But I still know where he lives. Every Spring Break since 7th grade he's had an out of control party.
Alice texted back:
FOR REAL? YAY! Okay, yeah Sam's house. OH MY GOD. Wear your light blue button up shirt. Bella will be falling at your knees!! It's at 7:00 so don't be late! -Alice
"Alice said it starts at seven," I told her as she ran up the stairs.
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It was nearly seven and I called for Bella to see if she was ready. Within seconds Bella was coming down in a new outfit with her hair flowing down her back. She looked absolutely stunning.
"So, do I look alright?" She asked doing a little mini spin before stopping to face me.
"Yeah you look..." Amazing, pretty, beautiful, perfect, "Nice." She looked a hell of a lot more than nice, but what was a guy supposed to say: "You look like you just dropped down from heaven just in time for the party."?
Yeah I don't think that would work. But she did look nice in her skinny jeans (she had complained Alice made her buy her last time they went shopping), a black long-sleeved shirt with a light blue top layered beneath it and black flats to complete it.
She smiled at me and told me I looked handsome. I had to remember to thank Alice for telling me to wear this shirt.
Once we got into the car we only had to drive a short distance to La Push. Even if I didn't know where Sam's house was, I think I'd have a pretty good idea since the whole reserve was backed up to the border just to park.
Bella and I ended up finding fairly good parking about a block over from his house. When we neared the door I could practically feel the music boom through the speakers; some drunken boy that I didn't know let us in.
There was dancing and kissing and I'm pretty sure one couple was.... um... "getting it on" in the corner of the living room. It was disgusting.
"Bella!" a girl with frizzy brown hair approached her. She wasn't ugly but she was nothing in comparison to Bella, who always looked perfect – in my eyes, anyway.
"Hey Jess. What's up?" Bella asked. I thought about leaving until Jessica's eyes met mine and she gave me a creepy smile. I decided that I didn't really like this girl.
"Hey, you're Edward Cullen, right?" She stepped in front of Bella, who was glaring at the back of Jessica's mass of frizzy hair, and touched my arm.
"I'm Jessica Stanley. We have a few classes together," Jessica said as Bella finally made her way to stand next to Jessica.
"Jess, you want to come with me to the kitchen?" Bella asked, and Jessica reluctantly went along. I gave Bella an appreciative smile and she blushed in return.
"Edward! You came!" I turned around to see Alice, tangled in Jasper's arms, grinning at me.
"Yes. Just like I told you I would." I stated, looking around at all the drunken, high idiots making fools out of themselves. Emmett came around from behind me, handing me a beer.
I thought back to my parents telling me not to ever drink until I was old enough, and then I looked around at everyone who looked like they were having the time of their lives. I opened the beer and took a small sip. It tasted like pee. I gulped it down until it was empty anyways. Emmett looked proud.
The rest of the night was pretty boring. I caught small glimpses of Bella – she was just talking to friends and looking like she was having fun. She wasn't acting like a slut like the other girls here. I saw Jessica make out with Mike at one point.
I walked into the kitchen, grabbing my third beer. I was feeling a little fuzzy; I guess this is was it's like to be tipsy.
"Edward!" A girl with shoulder-length black hair and tan skin with glasses on was waving at me. What was her name? Oh yes, Angela. We had worked on a project last year together for history. She was smart, nice, and mostly quiet. I remembered she was always looking nervous. She stumbled her way towards me.
"Hey, Angela. Are you… drunk?" Angela did not seem to be the type of girl who would go to a party and get completely wasted. She giggled and staggered slightly closer.
"Nah… just havin' some fun!" She rose up her plastic red cup that smelt strongly of alcohol. "Edward, can I tell you something?" Angela was practically screaming at me; some people were starting to stare.
"Yeah, sure. Go ahead." Suddenly, she flung her arms around my neck and giggled.
"I've liked you so much since last year!" Angela smiled and leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away. Angela was nice, but not that nice.
"Angela!" I saw Ben enter the kitchen, wearing a sad expression; I had a feeling Ben liked Angela more than she liked him. Ben dragged Angela out of the kitchen, mumbling a "sorry" towards me.
An hour and a half later, people were beginning to pass out or leave and although I still had a slight tingly feeling in my head, I went to look for Bella. I finally found her on the back porch talking to some guy I didn't know.
"Jake! I said no!" He was touching her arm, and she looked mad. "We're just friends, Jacob!" The guy, who I guess was named Jacob, turned to me. His eyes were full of hatred and he looked like he was ready to throw a punch at me and knock me dead which, judging by his size, he could probably do. Bella turned to my direction as well and her expression immediately brightened up.
She ran to me while Jacob grunted and walked away. "Bella are you ready to go?" I asked her. She nodded at me and giggled. "Can I sleepover Edward?" Bella asked, her body so close that her chest was practically touching mine.
"Yes, of course Bella." I started to lead the way through the not-so-crowded house, but Bella grabbed my hand and laced her fingers through mine. When I looked back at her, she just gave me a sexy grin and hugged my arm towards her chest. I could feel her breast. People were staring. This wasn't the Bella I knew. Why was she acting like this? Not that I didn't like her being so forward, I just was not used to it.
Once we got the car I helped Bella in and she giggled when she stumbled slightly. Then it hit me; she was drunk. Not just tipsy, but full-blown Angela drunk. The Bella I knew would be embarrassed from stumbling into a car, even with help and support from me.
I got in and Bella started rambling about how that was the most amazing time of her life and how her dad would never let her do anything close to that. She was smiling brightly so I couldn't bring myself to regret practically getting her drunk. She told me that she was happy I allowed her to go to her first party.
I pulled into the driveway, once again helping Bella out of the car and up the stairs, all the way to my room. Once in my room Bella plopped onto my bed laughing about God knows what.
"Edward, I need to talk to you." I looked her in the eyes, which were emitting sadness. I took a seat next to her on my bed and she scooted closer.
"I'm really confused, Edward." Her bottom lip popped out and I felt the urge to suck on it.
"About what, Bella?" She leaned forward towards me, and unlike with Angela, I didn't back away.
"I saw you and Angela hugging in the kitchen, I thought..." She bit her lip in the sexiest way. I felt myself go hard.
"You thought what?" I shifted uncomfortably on my bed.
"I thought, maybe, you might... like me." She put a hand on my thigh, right below my hard-on.
"I do! I do like you." I was becoming panicky and Bella looked so hot. I thought about the forbidden condoms in the drawer next to us. "Angela is just a friend, and barely that."
She smiled and turned her body towards me. What she did next I would have never guessed. She straddled my thighs and wrapped one arm around my neck and the other in my hair. Little kisses were being placed all over my face and neck, everywhere but my lips. In between kisses she told me how hot I was and how bad she wanted me. I wanted her so bad. The proof of that was rubbing against her thigh.
This is wrong.
She pushed me on the bed so I was lying down and she was still straddling me. I felt her suck on my neck and I fought with myself to not let out a moan. This is everything I've ever wanted and more. "I've never done this, Edward. You're probably so experienced. I've never even kissed anyone. Edward, I want this." She straddled my hard on and I couldn't contain my moan.
This is wrong.
She kissed up to my neck, to my jaw, to my cheek and almost to my lips before heading back down.
This is wrong.
She began fiddling with my buttons kissing my chest. It felt amazing, of course and I wanted nothing more than to do exactly this. When she finally got to the last button I opened my eyes; I hadn't even realized they were closed.
"I really just want to have sex with you, Edward."
"This is wrong." That little voice in my head finally spoke out its words. Bella and I could never do this under these circumstances.
"Why? Do you not find me attractive? I thought you liked me!" She had tears in her eyes and I'd give anything to take them away and give her what she wanted. But I knew it was wrong. We were virgins and I knew she would regret it.
"I do like you, and I do find you very attractive. It's me. I'm not ready," I told her. She looked disappointed but slid off of me anyways.
"I'm going to get dressed in the bathroom. You should get dressed in here." She nodded, before practically falling off the bed and creeping towards her bag.
I sighed and closed the bathroom door.
Being friends was never going to work. I needed more; I just didn't know how to get it.
Now I should clarify that Bella isn't a party girl or a girl that goes to a party and drinks. You'll find out next chapter exactly what happens. I'm so tempted to do this in Bella's point of view!
Looks like I'm going to have to write a whole new book with her POV!
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