oh, wow. thanks to the people who added this to their favorites! i'm like giddy, okay, that's silly. whatevs. chapters will hopefully get longer? maybe? my attention span sucks. ;) i also think i need someone to beta this? because i can only read it so many times and my english and fragmented sentences suck.

*i don't own twilight, i'm just playing with the characters.*

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Chapter Two

Bella Swan

I woke up to the smell of coffee being brewed. I'm not a big fan of drinking coffee, preferring the smell over the taste. When I do drink it, I load it with milk and sugar and completely drown out the taste. I inhaled deeply without opening my eyes, snuggling deeper into the comfortable bed and pulling the down comforter tighter around me, feeling chilly. Then I froze. I don't have a down comforter. I racked my brain, trying to remember where I was. It came to me in flashes. Reddish brown hair. Bright green eyes. Dancing, grinding. Body shots. A cab ride filled with groping. My panties being torn off. Sweaty limbs tangled together. I groaned loudly and apparently attracted the attention of owner of the mess of penny-colored hair and Jolly Rancher green eyes from the other room. Edward. He wore gym shorts and nothing else.

I could feel myself turn red and tried to smile at him as I tried to remember if we had used protection. I sat up, keeping the comforter wrapped around me as I was very aware of my nakedness under there.

"Hey," he said quietly and just his voice sent a shiver up my spine. I couldn't help but stare at his abs, not even realizing it until he chuckled and I turned an even brighter shade of red.

"Oh... hey, good morning," I winced slightly as I spoke, just recognizing the pounding in my head and the nauseous feeling in my stomach.

"You okay? You look a little... green," as he spoke, he frantically looked around his room, no doubt searching for something for me to empty my stomach in.

I nodding slowly, signaling that I was fine when I was really panicking inside. I caught a glimpse of my dress on the floor next to the bed and leaned down to grab it, slipping it on awkwardly as I could without revealing anything. I heard him laugh quietly again and chanced another look to where he stood, leaning against the door frame.

I looked at him with wide eyes, "Um, can you give me a minute? "

"Oh. Yeah... yeah, sure. I'll be in the kitchen, there's coffee in there," he shrugged his shoulders slightly and gestured behind him before heading out of the room.

Still in panic mode, I jumped off the bed and adjusted the dress then desperately searched the room for my heels then the little clutch that I'd put my license, credit card and cell phone in. Finally finding them, I didn't bother putting my shoes on and trying to be as quiet as possible as I snuck out of Edward's apartment, amazed that I was lucky enough that he seemed too involved in whatever was going on in the kitchen to notice.

Once out of the apartment, I breathed a sigh of relief. I slipped my feet into the shoes when I got into the elevator and briefly wondered how long it would take him to notice I was gone and if I'd ever see him again.

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As soon as I got onto the street, I felt like I could breathe again. The panic I had felt slowly ebbed away as I hailed a cab and gave the driver my address. I pulled out my iPhone, which I'd shut off as some point last night.

Waiting for it to turn on, I bit my lip and thought of the cab ride back to Edward's last night. His hands on my thighs, up my skirt. How I'd squirmed and moaned as he sucked on my neck and bit down as he ripped my thong. How talented his fingers were and... oh.

Seven voice mails? Ten text messages? All from Alice and Rose, not surprising. Did I even tell them I was leaving last night? It's amazing how certain parts of the night are so fuzzy and certain parts I can remember so well that it's like its actually occurring.

I held my breath and decided to read the text messages first.

They were all variations of the same thing: Come do shots with me, Bella! Where are you, Bella? Call me, Bella.

Groaning loud enough to attract a glare from the cab driver, I called Rosalie first. I knew the conversation with Alice would be much… louder and I wasn't sure I was ready for that until I'd taken some Motrin and eaten something really greasy.

Four rings and I was about to hang up when Emmett answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Em. Is Rose around?"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't little Miss Bella. Heard you had a fun night last night."

Ugh. Why couldn't Rose have answered? I really should have called her cell phone instead of their house phone. Alice would have been better than this.

"Um, yeah? The club was great? You've done a great job with the place?"

Bella, can you at least try to sound convincing?

"That's not what I meant. I meant I heard you went off with that Cullen guy."

Cullen… Edward's last name? Edward Cullen. Huh, nice. Sleeping with guys whose last names you don't know. Classy, Bella.

"I don't know what you mean, Em. I had a headache so I went home to sleep?"

"Ha, sure whatever you say, Bells. You guys were all over each other, I thought I was gonna have to get a hose and spray you two down."

Oh. My. God. All I wanted was to talk to Rose and instead, I got called out by her husband.

"Listen, Em. Is Rose there? Or is she busy with the baby?"

"Oh, yeah…. ROSIE!"

So loud. I was definitely regretting not taking that Motrin before making any phone calls at all.

By the time Rose got onto the phone, the cab driver had pulled up to my apartment so I told her I'd call her back and hung up with a quick goodbye.

I decided to climb the stairs up to my place instead of taking the elevator, trying to prolong the inevitable. After locking the door, I went straight to the bathroom, stepping out of the outrageous heels and struggling out of the dress as I went. My panties were torn and probably in the back of the cab from last night and my bra was probably somewhere in Edward Cullen's apartment.

I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of myself in the mirror that hung on the back of the door. I gasped slightly at what I saw. Bruises on my hips. I gently traced them, realizing they were the shape of Edward Cullen's hands. Looking closer, I noticed marks on the inside of my thighs as well and on my ribs, just under my breasts. Oh my. Edward Cullen's a little rough, isn't he? I can't remember it ever hurting, only immense pleasure. Just feeling high and amazing. But my neck had two hickeys. Big hickeys that would take some work covering up. Thankfully, as Alice and Rose as best friends, I'd learned some tricks on make up application.

Sighing, I turned on the shower to warm up and went to the medicine cabinet. I grabbed the bottle of Motrin and took two, swallowing them down with water out of a small Dixie cup. I got into the shower and my mind wandered again to last night. Edward Cullen's hands, his tongue, him inside me, no barriers between us.

Wait, no barriers between us? That couldn't be right. Surely he had used a condom. After all, I was some random girl in a random night club in Chicago, right? Right. I'm just crazy. Delusional. Even in my drunken state, I would have remembered my plan. Artificial insemination. A baby. A baby with amazing clover green eyes and brown hair that had a hint of red in it?

No. Wrong. The donor I'd picked had brown hair and brown eyes like me. But if there hadn't been a condom...

I couldn't stop obsessing. I was worried and didn't even have Edward Cullen's phone number to call and ask him. Would I call him if I could? What would I say?

"Hey, Edward Cullen, I was just wondering if we used condoms last night when we had the most amazing sex I've ever had? If not, I might be pregnant because last night was my last hoorah before I had a donor's sperm shot up into my uterus and if I've had your sperm up there I'd like to know?"

No, thanks.

Groaning, I finished up my shower and stepped out, wrapping one towel around my body and another around my hair like a turban. I walked into the living room and sat on my couch and stared at the phone on my table, knowing what I had to do.

I took a deep breath and picked it up, selecting the number for the medical center. Thankfully no one answered and I was able to leave a quick message.

"Hi, this is Isabella Swan. I need to cancel my appointment for Monday… something, um, came up. Thanks."

Pushing the end call button, I selected the first number off my favorites list. Alice.

"Isabella Marie Swan! Where in the world did you disappear to last night?! Emmett said you disappeared with some guy!"

Everyone cut right to the chase, didn't they? I think I needed some friends who minded their own business. Once, upon telling Alice this, she told me that I'd never be able to live without her. Nosey or not. Sadly, she was probably right. I smiled a little, debating how much to reveal to my best friend.

"Oh, yeah. We did leave together but just shared a cab."

It wasn't a lie: we did really share a cab. Take that, Alice.

"To his place or yours?"

I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face, holding the phone between my face and shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Alice."

"Come on, Bellaaa! You can tell me! We're best friends, we don't keep secrets, you have to give me the deets... was it totally great? Did it totally suck, is that why you wo -- oh, shoot."

I could hear some commotion in the background then Charlotte crying and Jasper trying to calm her down. My heart broke as I heard her little wails. Actually, they were really loud. For a three year old, Charlotte sure had a set of lungs on her. With Alice as a mother it wasn't a surprising fact.

"Oh, Charlotte took a spill on the patio, gotta go Bells. This convo isn't over, missy! I'm calling you later!"

Before she hung up, I heard Charlotte howling, "No daddy, want mommy!"

I commiserated with her right now, actually wishing my crazy mother was here to comfort me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.

After a few minutes, I lay on the couch and wrapped the afghan that my grandmother had knitted for me when I was little around my still towel clad body and stared at the blank television. Somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, I'd gone from knowing exactly what I was going to do to having no idea what-so-ever.

I think this warranted a nap.

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Edward Cullen

After I left Bella in the bedroom to get dressed, I went to the kitchen to try to make something to eat because drinking and fucking hot English teachers that I meet in bars apparently make me hungry. Maybe I was too caught up in making sure that the scrambled eggs were the right consistency and the bacon didn't get too crispy to hear her sneak out.

After realizing she was gone, I went and searched the bedroom for any sort of note. Maybe a reason why she'd snuck out or a phone number? Nothing. I only found her bra under the covers and her panties in the pocket of my jeans from last night. Maybe she had some sort of emergency. Fuck. I'd really been hoping I'd get to peel that little black dress off of her again… maybe bend her over the kitchen table after we'd eaten. There's no way that she's an English teacher. English teachers just aren't that fucking wild in bed. I laughed at myself and shook my head; people don't make up shit like that.

I spent the rest of the day prepping for my new job. I'd just been hired at Morgan Park Academy, one of the many private schools in Chicago, as a piano teacher. The school year had started a few weeks ago but I'd attended high school there and my parents were friends with the Dean. The old piano teacher apparently had her baby a few weeks early and decided to stay home with it instead of the six week maternity leave she's originally said she'd choose. I always wondered why someone would give up a career teaching at a prestigious school to take care of a kid. That's what day care and nannies are for.

As I prepared lesson plans, my mind wandered back to Bella and the fact that she's a teacher, too. Or at least that's what she'd said but I was still toying with the idea that it was a lie. But what if it wasn't? I wondered what school she taught. Maybe MPA. I laughed at that thought but grabbed the staff directory I'd been given anyway and flipped to the English section and holy shit, there she was.

What the fuck were the chances? All the schools in the area…

A small color photo. Her cheeks were pink and her smile slightly nervous. Her hair was curled and fell far past her shoulders. She wore a dark blue shirt. You could tell that she was embarrassed to have her picture taken but why? She was hot. She seemed so confident last night.

Isabella M. Swan. Hmm, Isabella?

English teacher and overseer over the literary magazine. No surprise. If you like English, you're probably going to like literature.

Born and raised in Forks, Washington. Where the fuck is that? I made a note to myself to Google that shit later.

Graduated from Dartmouth in 2004. Started teaching at Morgan Park Academy in 2005. So she's hot and smart. And if she graduated in 2004 that means she's… 27?

Likes reading and travelling. Obviously she likes reading if she's an English teacher.

Contact information? E-mail:

Grinning, I grabbed my laptop and powered it up. I fucking loved staff directories right now.

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i wasn't originally planning on it, but i decided to give you a little edward point of view. whatcha think?