A/N –

Just wanted to say that I've updated this chapter since last night. I've changed a few things around – so if you've already read it – please go back and re-read. It has a few more paragraphs.

I don't own twilight….nope. So it's all in good fun.

Chapter Two – Meet Edward

EPOV

"Wake up man!" Jasper my roommate nudged me, then all of the sudden I felt myself being kicked off the couch.

"FUCK, Jazz, why do you have to do that every damn day?" Just because I get off work early and come home to nap, doesn't mean he should kick me awake. I put in my time at work. It's a salaried position, so I figure, as long as I can get away with sneaking away after a couple hour, then what's it hurting to go home and sleep the rest of the time? Jazz evidently had other thoughts on that matter. Considering he worked with me, but lacked the special ability to con his boss into letting him leave, he thought he should berate me daily.

"Edward, when are you going to do something? Anything? You work for a few hours, and then come home and nap, maybe eat some Spaghetti-O's. Seriously, are you actually an adult, or are you just a big kindergartner?"

"Dude, I fucking put in my time at work. You're just jealous that I have a sweet ass deal with my boss and you don't."

"You may be right", he grumbled, "but can't you at least do something? It seems like all you do is lie around and wait for Tanya to come home."

"What-the fuck-ever. I don't just lie around and wait on Tanya. I just don't have anything to do at the moment, so I'm napping. Speaking of which, you completely interrupted that. Besides, Tanya's gone for the next two days. She has some work retreat thing, so I can do whatever I want." I try rolling back onto the couch, but I'm stopped when Jazz grabs my shoulder.

"Really? Well then come out with me tonight. I've started seeing this girl and she's having a party tonight. You don't have to worry about Tanya finding out and her trying to castrate you, because the she-devil's not here all weekend."

"She's not a she-devil. She's just passionate about her beliefs."

"Her belief that everything any man does is wrong?"

"Ugh! Fine, I'll go if you just stop talking about her."

Jazz wasn't far off from what he called Tanya. She's not exactly the nicest person there is. She feels very strongly about most things and she doesn't mind voicing her opinion on them. But I'm living with her and I can't really do anything about that. At least she let Jazz stay when she moved in. So long as he cleans up after himself and leaves absolutely no trace of being there. Tanya used to be a very sweet, charismatic woman that I was instantly attracted to. We started dating and she seemed perfect for me. Tall, leggy, great rack and we had so much in common. Then she moved in with me and things started changing. She became a control freak and she started becoming a real, well for lack of a better word, bitch. Everything thing was an argument. So I told her I wanted to breakup. That's when thing got really crazy for me. She started trying to cut her wrists right in front of me. She grabbed a knife and quickly sliced her left wrist right there in the kitchen. She was screaming that I made her do this. That it was my fault she was like she is and my fault that she's going to die. Blood was already pooling on the floor as it dripped down her wrist. She just kept screaming as if I was the one cutting her. I grabbed her wrist and wrapped it up. We went to the hospital. She was pleading with me to take back what I said about breaking up. I didn't know what else to do, so I just started comforting her and telling her I wouldn't leave. I've never been so scared for someone. She spent the night in the hospital; I told them it was accident when she was cooking. I'm not sure they actually believed me, but we both agreed to the story. She didn't want them to think she was crazy. So I helped her. I just had to stay with her until I could find a better way to break things off. I don't like being with her, but what else can I do? I don't want her to die; I just don't want to be with her anymore. But every time we fought and I said I wanted to breakup, it was some variation of her trying to kill herself. Luckily, it wasn't as severe. She knew she had me just by threatening to do it. Somehow the fights came to me apologizing to her for the situation, even if she was the one that caused it.

Jazz and I were pulling up to an apartment brought me from my thoughts of Tanya. I was here to have fun for the evening and forget about Tanya for one night. This place was actually very nice. It was loft style, with bedrooms on the upper level. Downstairs was filled with people dancing and drinking. It looked like the perfect place to just relax and have a drink. I could forget about Tanya for the evening, which in my book equates to a great evening.

I made my way over to sit on a little couch thing across from the cooler. I figured I should stay close to the drinks because I'm going to need a lot of those. I was just starting to mellow out when Jazz came up with this short little pixie girl.

"Hi, I'm Alice! Wow, you have great hair. I can't believe you are dating Tanya Denali. She's such a bitch! Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

She abruptly stopped talking and her eyes grew so wide. I think it dawned on her in her inebriated state of what she was saying

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine Alice. I know how she can get."

"Anyway, I'm Alice, nice to meet you." I could see that she was trying to make things better by just starting over. But I was taken back to the fact that I was actually with Tanya, and that made me want to have another drink.

"Nice to meet you to Alice. Jazz, I'm going to get another drink."

"Ok man. We'll see you in a bit." With that they headed off in another direction. I could hear Alice talking a mile a minute as they walked. I thought I heard her say something like, 'Edward could do so much better'.

I walked back to the cooler and got another beer and sat back in my seat. I was just finished the last pull when I saw the most beautiful woman. She had long wavy brown hair and she was wearing a sinfully tight pair of jeans and a very low cut tank top. She leaned over to get a drink from the cooler and I could definitely see down her shirt. However, it was very brief. She immediately stood up straight as a board and I fell out of my chair. I felt like such an ass. I knew I wasn't drunk enough to fall out of my chair. But as I lay on the floor, I knew I needed to pick myself up and at least try to talk to her, if she had this kind of effect on me. I needed to at least hear her voice.

When I finally pulled myself up, I looked around and I couldn't see her. She was gone. How did she disappear like that? I ran over to Jazz and Alice to ask if they knew her, when I got a glimpse of long brown hair walking out the front door. I ran outside then and saw her driving away. I ran to my car and I followed her. She didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular. At one point she just pulled over and turned her car around. I followed still and she pulled into a parking lot and just sat there. I pulled into the other end of the lot, so I wouldn't seem as stalkerish.

I watched her get out of her car and make her way up to the new Taekwondo studio. She walked in and a blonde woman, I'm assuming an owner, began talking to her. The blonde gave her some pamphlet and they spoke for a few more minutes, then she came out with a big smile on her face. I just sat and watched her pull away.

Ok, maybe she just joined. Maybe I could go in there and just act like an interested customer. Yeah, because that's not crazy at all.

So I started walking up to the door. When I entered, the same blonde came to the front desk and greeted me.

"Hi, welcome to McCarty's Karate, I'm Rosalie. Were you interested in the studio?" She seemed likeable, nice, and down to earth. Not really what I thought when I saw the Taekwondo sign. Aren't those people supposed to be Asian? Wait, is that racist?

Rosalie just stared at me with bright eyes as if to ask what I was thinking. I should stop thinking and answer her. "Um, I was just walking by and saw the studio, I was just curious. I'm not really sure about anything."

"That's fine, we have information if you would like, or we could give you a free adult lesson and you could just see how you like it."

Free adult lesson? Maybe that's what the brunette just agreed to. It's worth a shot.

"Sure, is it now or do I have to come back?"

"We have a lesson for adults tomorrow at noon. You could come then and see how the classes work. Does that sound good?"

"Sure, is it just men in the class?" I was trying to discretely ask to find out if the brunette had a chance of being there, if she was even agreeing to the free lesson when she just came in.

"No not at all, there are women in the class. In fact, I've signed several men and women up today for tomorrow's lesson."

"Great! I mean, that's sounds nice. I would like to see how the class is run. I'll see you tomorrow."

With that I walked out of the studio and got back into my car. The realization that I had Tanya just dawned on me. "Fuck my life", I spoke out loud within the confines of my car. I wished with everything within me that I could be rid of Tanya at that moment. But, I could take a class. No harm in taking a class. Right?

The next morning, I was anxiously waiting to go to the adult lesson. I walked up to the studio a few minutes until twelve and looking in the window, I saw the brunette. She was sitting on the mat with her legs stretched out to each side as she bent forward.

"Fuck." The word came out as breath instead.

I can do this. She may have a boyfriend anyway. Then no harm no fowl. I just want to see her and then I'll be done. I will have satisfied my curiosity. Tanya won't have to know about any of this.

I've never been so wrong in all my life. But this wrong was so right.