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Chapter Three

RPOV

My head was cradled in my arms. They rested on top of my bent knees as I rocked back and forth on my bed. How could this happen to me? Me? My only desire in life only ended up biting me in the ass. What was I to do now? My job, my family…right. What family. Edward had his head so far up his ass, he couldn't see reason if it danced in front of him wearing nothing but a bowtie. He needed to push his pride to the side, grow some balls and just talk to Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle. Then maybe I could have a family again. Jasper…well, I knew Jasper would support me no matter what, but he was also as fiercely loyal to Edward as he was to me. He didn't pressure Edward to pick up a damn phone and make a call. I, on the other hand, was constantly pushing him to do so. I didn't see what the big deal was anyway, so he made a mistake. He learned from it, and Uncle Carlisle was being an ass about it. My aunt, on the other hand, was heart broken when we left. I still felt guilty for leaving, even though I definitely didn't want to and nothing was my fault. Damn it, why the hell would I choose Edward over them?

No matter now. I was screwed either way. And what the hell would James say? He would probably laugh in my face. I knew he would dump me as soon as he found a new toy, why the hell did I still let it affect me?

God. I can still remember it too.

The dance floor was packed with people. Bodies moved against each other erotically, making me hot just looking at them. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer until every part of us was touching. He was a different type of employee, he went to college, he was a waiter, and he was allowed to interact with the guests, mainly the daughters. Those particular members of the staff never came to the nightly parties we had in the staff ballroom; they probably thought themselves too good for us. Pft. Whatever. If they knew who I really was…Rosalie. Effing. Hale. My parents, and aunt and uncle for that matter, ran with the same circle as their parents.

"You dance wonderfully," he whispered in my ear. I shivered. I haven't been touched by a man in so long. Ever since we left my relative's house, there hadn't been much time for boys.

"Are you this good in the bedroom too?" he asked. I smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I whispered coyly. He growled, and grabbed me harder. I sighed.

"You're dominant, but that won't work with me. I'm in control," and I bit his ear to prove it. He growled again. I grinded into him harder, and I could feel his arousal. I smiled triumphantly. We were dancing, of course this would happen. I could do that to men just by looking at them. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my panties. I'm confident as hell, but I had to hand it to him. He knew what he was doing. His hands knew just where to touch and all I wanted to do was let him take me right there.

"Let's leave now, shall we?" I suggested. His hands dropped from my hips, and he reached for mine. We plowed our way through the moving bodies and once we got through, we nearly sprinted back to his room.

I lost count of how many times I was called 'beautiful' or 'gorgeous' that night. He fooled me into thinking that we were making love, instead of mindlessly fucking. That wasn't the only night. For the next two nights, James used my body in ways that a woman's body should never be used. At the time I felt loved, adored, and satisfied. Now I felt dirty and tainted. For the past few weeks, I wondered what was wrong with me. I was a dancer, I was fit, and I was hardly ever sick. I knew it couldn't just be a stomach bug, but there wasn't a doctor around. I couldn't know for sure. The last couple of days, I had an inkling as to what it really could be. It wasn't until I realized I was late that my fears really set in. I snuck away to the nearest town to buy a pregnancy test. And now I didn't know what the hell I was going to do. Fuck.

Deciding that sitting here feeling sorry for myself wasn't really going to help the situation, I got up quickly and checked my appearance in the middle. Christ, even with red, puffy eyes I still looked lovely. I went into my bathroom, washed my face with cold water, dabbed some foundation on, and left for breakfast.

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"Rosalie!" I heard from across the cafeteria. I looked up from my tray and looked around until I saw a hand waving me over. I smiled and went to sit with Emmett.

Emmett was a fellow employee here at Newton's. He was the band conductor. I had always had a bit of a crush on the big guy, but had never really acted on it. Emmett was tall, handsome, and incredibly muscular. I vaguely wondered how much time he spent working out. On top of being ridiculously good looking, he had a big heart. He was sweet, like a giant teddy bear.

"How's my favorite dancer?" he asked with a huge grin. It made me crack a smile for the first time in a while.

"Could be better. You?"

"Fine. Is everything okay?" he asked, concern etched onto his face. It made my heart lighter that he cared about me. Why couldn't I have done it with him?

"Not right now, but it'll get better…I hope," I said glumly with a sad smile. He reached across the table and gave my hand a squeeze.

"I hope so too," he said sincerely. I began to eat what little breakfast I had gotten. I knew everything would come up within a matter of hours…maybe less.

"You sure don't eat much," he commented, pointing at my plate with his fork. I looked at his plate, and giggled.

"You sure eat a lot," I teased. He smiled, and his dimples showed.

"I'm a growing boy," he joked. I shook my head. Every man used that excuse. They were all growing boys. I wonder if this baby would ever…and my mood shifted immediately. Because even though I knew I wanted to be a mother, I wasn't sure if I could do this right now. I really didn't want to touch my parents' money, but other than that, I had no funds. This job would be gone by the end of the summer, and along with it, a solid place to live. How could I raise a child like this? I wasn't sure if I could even give up my baby for adoption, much less terminate the pregnancy. I didn't even have enough money for an abortion. I sighed and looked at my plate.

"Hey, look, it's Jazz and Edward. YO ED-," he began to yell, but I stopped him.

"SHH!!!" I hissed, covering his hand with my mouth. He stared at me, confused, before I removed my hand.

"I just don't want to talk to them right now. I should get going anyways, you can stay if you want. I'll see you later Em," I stood up, dumped my tray, and made my hasty exit from the cafeteria. I would avoid my brother and cousin at all costs. I needed to sort everything out in my head before I told them. I was afraid of how they would take it. Mainly Edward. He would be furious. Jasper would be madder at James than me.

Out here by myself, I let out a frustrated cry. How could one summer become so complicated after three nights? So many problems…and the root of all them was in a plastic stick now sitting on my bathroom counter.

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EPOV

She had her back to me as she grinded herself on my pelvis, but I recognized the mahogany locks that smelled of the sweetest strawberries. I buried my hair in her thick hair and inhaled. The scent sent me into a frenzy. She turned her head and faced me, biting her pink, plump bottom lip. I took the tempting lip out from under her teeth and sucked on it. Her eyes got wider, then her eyelids became heavy. I groaned and kissed her properly. She sighed into the kiss, opening her mouth for me. Temptress. I eagerly poked my tongue out from my mouth and into hers. Good God, she even tasted heavenly. I wanted more, so much more. I forcefully whipped her around, and wrapped my arms around her small frame. She whimpered and I swallowed it. My hands had a mind of their own as they roamed her body. Her curves felt amazing, but I wanted to see them, not just feel them. Her small hands were locked in my hair, massaging and pulling, making my eyes roll back a little. Our tongues danced while our bodies did the same. She already had me going crazy, and I knew if I didn't have her soon, my brain would shrivel up and die…not that it wasn't already suffering from a serious lack of blood and oxygen. I pulled away for a moment to demand that we continue this in my room. She agreed enthusiastically and before I knew it, I was locking my door behind me. She was already sitting on my bed, her legs crossed, leaning back on her hands. I was no longer a man. I was a beast eyeing my prey, and she was it. She had serious fuck-me eyes. Not wanting to disappoint, I threw her back and crashed my lips to hers. She moaned and it went straight to my cock. Needing some sort of friction, I forced her knees open and settled myself between her legs. She gripped my shoulders tighter and I responded by thrusting into her core. Hard. I was rewarded by a loud moan, and I couldn't help but smirk against her lips. She felt it and smiled herself. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I reluctantly pulled myself away from her lips and sat back on my ankles. Her breathing was labored as she stared back at me with eyes full of lust. I tried not to watch as her chest feel and rose with each breath. I lifted her right ankle and delicately slipped her shoe off, placing a kiss on the arch of her foot. I repeated the process with the other before moving my hands up her legs. Her dress came down to mid-thigh. Short enough to tempt, but long enough to be considered decent. I hitched up the dress to her hip, then I looked at her to ask for permission to go further. She gave it to me by lifting her hips so I could take it higher. I peeled the dress all the way off her body and just stared hungrily. No bra. Only lace boy shorts. I almost ripped them in my haste to take them off. She sighed in frustration, then sat up. She began to work on the buttons of my shirt. I loosened my tie enough to just slip it off over my head. She finished with my shirt and I shrugged it off. Next were my pants. A little difficulty with the button, but they were off just as quickly. Soon we were both nude and just staring at each other lustfully. I lowered myself onto her, placing kisses and nibbles all along her chest and neck as I did so. She squirmed underneath me.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked quietly. She nodded.

"Then this will hurt," I said before quickly entering her slick heat. She cried out in pain and I stopped for a minute to allow her to adjust. After a few moments, she started moving her hips. I pulled out slowly, then thrust back in just as slow. I continued this pace for a while before she got impatient and demanded that I go faster. Her wish was my command. The faster and harder I went, the more frequent her cries became. I knew she was close; I could feel her walls clenching around me.

"Edward…ungghh Edward…so good…Edward…Edward…EDWARD!!!!!!!" I stopped, confused. Her voice went from feminine but husky to…low, manly, and annoying.

The pounding on my door got louder and more incessant. My dream dissolved around me, and I found myself in my bed, alone, with a raging hard on. I groaned, and the yelling began again.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE CULLEN! COME ON, CHOW TIME!" Jasper bellowed through my door, still pounding. I groaned again.

"FUCK YOU JASPER! SINCE WHEN ARE YOU A MORNING PERSON?" I yelled back. I heard the little fucker chuckle.

"Since I decided I wanted pancakes this morning. Come on, UP!" with one last pound on my door, I knew he had left. Christ.

Looking at the clock, I figured I had a good hour before my first lesson of the day. I quickly got dressed in my uniform, brushed my teeth, and left my cabin. Jasper was waiting outside for me. I glared at him before we set off for the cafeteria.

We got in line as soon as we entered the cafeteria, and I smelled the pancakes Jasper was talking about. My stomach growled, and I saw his point. I was starving. But there was still no need to wake me up from the amazing dream I was having with the brunette guest from last night. Bella, I think he said her name was. Not that it mattered much. She was a guest, meaning I was to 'keep my hands off'.

"Do you see Rose anywhere?" Jazz asked me. I craned my head to see over the line, and I thought I saw her blond hair, but I couldn't be sure.

"Nope. Do you?"

"No. That's why I was asking you." I shrugged. She would turn up eventually, she had lessons today.

Once we got our breakfast, we saw Emmett, the band conductor, sitting alone so we thought we'd join him.

"Emmett," Jasper greeted. Emmett nodded in acknowledgement.

"Have you seen Rosalie?" I asked. Emmett furrowed his eyebrows, and I noticed he hesitated before answering.

"I saw her in here earlier, but she left quickly. Why?"

"Just haven't seen her, is all. She's been feeling a bit under the weather lately," I said casually, not wanting to worry Jasper. Or Emmett. I knew he had thing for Rosalie, but Rosalie thought she was too good for everyone.

"Maybe she's sleeping in for a bit," Jasper suggested airily, but I could tell he was already worried. We needed to find out what was wrong with her, and fast, before it turned into something serious. The three of us finished our breakfast with casual, trivial conversation about sports. When I was done, I excused myself and dumped my tray on the way out. I ran a hand through my hair as I walked to the studio. Another day of horny, older, rich women dying to get me to bed them.

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BPOV

I heard the conversation my family was having about the upcoming election, but it sounded far away to my ears. All I could concentrate on was the Greek-god-dance-instructor from last night. Edward, I sighed in my head dreamily. He danced with me! Who wouldn't be giddy at the thought? I knew there was a goofy smile on my lips, a faraway look in my eyes. I couldn't even eat, there was way too much churning in my stomach. The eggs got cold from all the moving they had done with the help of me and my fork.

"Bella? Bella, stop playing with your food," I heard my mother scold. My head whipped up, dazed. Alice narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously. I quickly masked my face in a neutral expression before turning to my father, who was going on about Obama and McCain. I pretended to listen attentively, I even tried, but I couldn't. Normally, I was just as active in a discussion like this. I loved politics. But I just couldn't focus today.

Until I saw our waiter heading our way. I had to fight to keep my face emotionless as I watched him sit next to Alice and just whisper into her ear for the duration of the meal. I could hardly eat while watching that. I shifted my attention to my dad, and I saw that every five minutes, he would glance out of the corner of his eye at Alice and James with…no. Not possible. That couldn't be…approval? What was daddy thinking? Am I the only one that got bad vibes from this kid? Apparently so. I couldn't let Alice see him exclusively. I got the feeling that she was setting herself up to get hurt. Maybe Alice and I weren't close, but she was still my baby sister and there was no way I would let her get her heart broken by James. No way in hell.

"Bella, come on, we have to go put our suits on before we go down to the lake!" Alice ordered as she got up from the table. I smiled at my parents before following her.

To say Alice was disappointed when she found out I only brought one suit was a serious understatement. She shrieked an indignation, ranting about how we couldn't possibly be related.

"Bella, seriously" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air, "we're here for four weeks. How did you not pack like…fifty suits?"

I rolled my eyes and decided not to answer. She shook her head.

"Fine. We're going into town tomorrow. We'll go shopping and you'll buy some more," she said, pleased that she had found a solution to my evidently serious dilemma. I groaned.

"Aw, Alice no. Come on, it's not that bad, it's just a suit. How much time did you want to spend by the lake anyway?"

"A lot. I want to get a really nice tan."

"I don't tan, I burn."

"Yes you do, you just haven't tried properly."

I gave up. Clearly I wasn't going to win against Alice. That sister of mine would make a fabulous lawyer, but of course, she wanted to try her talents in the fashion industry. Good luck with that…actually, good luck telling my father that. Though by then, he should at least have one daughter on the right track. That might make it a bit less difficult. Whatever.

When we had finally stopped arguing and gotten around to actually changing, we made our way down to the lake. I was pleased that the sun was out today. I missed it. We chose two lounge chairs almost directly under the sun. Alice got her towel out, laid it on top of the chair and began to search through her bag. I only brought a towel, so I did what she had just done and sat down. She peered at me through her designer sunglasses and motioned for me to get up. I was assuming sun block.

"Tanning oil," she corrected, as if she could read my mind.

"Tanning oil?" I questioned warily. She nodded.

"Yes. This stuff is great, you'll tan for sure," she assured me confidently. I shrugged, letting her have her fun. I didn't have much else to do anyway.

"Did you bring the book I asked you to?"

"Yes, right here," she handed me the complete works of Jane Austen. I opened the book and began to read. A half hour later, Alice was urging me to turn onto my back. Disgruntled, I turned. I was so engrossed in Persuasion, that I almost didn't hear her. Another half hour like this, and just as I was falling asleep, she told me to turn around again.

"Let's go into the water. Not deep, just like knee deep," she added on hastily. I smirked. Alice always had an irrational fear of water. She conquered it enough to learn to swim, but she was still uncomfortable going in anymore than waist-deep. We got in to about our calves, then we sat down in the water, not really doing anything. I stared at all the children with their families and smiled. They all seemed to be having a good time.

"So…why were you all smile today at breakfast?" Alice asked nonchalantly…too casual for me to believe.

"Hm, I just had a really good dream last night, that's all," I answered ambiguously. It wasn't really a lie. I did consider last night a dream. Thinking about it surprisingly didn't lead me to dream about it, but to a dreamless sleep instead.

"Oh. Care to tell what happened in this dream?"

"I can't really remember now. It just put me in a good mood."

"Okay. Sure."

She didn't believe me. I had to be more careful around her, she was more observant than I gave her credit for. I wasn't sure how she would take it if she found out I was interacting with the staff…that weren't going to Yale law. Alice was a talker, and she might blab about it at dinner or something. Daddy definitely would not approve. I shook my head to rid it of those thoughts. I would be more careful, and that was that.

We continued to sit like that in the water. It felt nice to cool off after an hour of just laying in the sun. For once, we conversed without disagreeing. Probably because I let her do most of the talking. She told me about her upcoming senior year, and how excited she was. I couldn't help but catch her enthusiasm, reminiscing last summer. Senior year was great. Everyone seemed to get along for once. I think we were all just ready to get out and everyone knew that these might be the last times we see each other, so everyone just treated everyone nicely. It was a good year.

After laying out for a bit more, then going back in the water, it was lunch time. We went back to the cabin to change, then walked to the dining room. I was glad that Alice and I were having a good day hanging out. This would be a good vacation, I could feel it.

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Ron and Mike were heading towards our table for the second night in a row. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Daddy must be paying Ron good if they treat us this well. I wonder if they would leave us alone if we paid them even more, and smiled at the thought.

To my horror, Mike grabbed a seat next to me and joined our conversation. Ron had come, greet, then left us to deal with Mike. He could be nice if he wanted to, but most of the time, he was clingy and creepy. My father liked him, if the way he kept pushing me towards him was any indication. Of course, a son of a rich father and destined to an Ivy League school was a guy for me. If only he knew what I really liked.

"So we can't find one of our entertainment staff. She hasn't been seen since her last lesson of the day, which was four hours ago. She's been acting very odd lately, sick all the time, taking more breaks than necessary. My father doesn't like slackers."

That piqued my interest. Entertainment staff, meaning Edward, Jasper, and Rosalie?

"Which staff member is it?" I asked sweetly. Now was a time to play the 'sweet-daddy's-girl' card, though I wasn't sure I had any other cards to play.

"The blond girl from last night," he answered, happy that I was paying attention to him.

"Rosalie?" I couldn't help it. The name slipped out, even though I wasn't supposed to know.

"Yes…how do you know her name?"

"Oh, um, you told me, remember? Last night while we were dancing," I answered quickly, not wanting to arouse anymore suspicion from Alice.

"Oh," was all he said, frowning, obviously trying to remember when he had told me. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

Everyone was finished eating now. They continued their conversations around me, and before I knew it, I was getting up to follow Mike to the dance floor. We danced a few numbers, and I managed to only step on his feet four times. The same thing happened today as last night. Emmett stopped the band, changing the sheets on his stand, preparing for a new song. I saw Jasper standing off to the side of the ballroom, and I couldn't help but get excited. Edward would be here tonight.

And sure enough, a new number began, and there he was in the middle of the dance floor. Once gain, a large gap had cleared for him and…his new partner? It was the same red head I saw him dancing with last night in the staff ballroom. Where was Rosalie? They still danced great, but they just didn't look as nice as Edward and Rosalie did. Victoria was pretty, but she couldn't hold a candle to Rosalie. I clapped for them when they finished just like everyone else. They did what Edward and Rosalie did yesterday, and danced with the guests after doing a number by themselves. I looked back at Mike.

"Hey, do you mind coming to the kitchen with me? I'm hungry," he said sheepishly. I bit back a laugh. This kid? Hungry? Again? He ate like a pig at dinner, and even had the nerve to ask me if I was going to finish mine. I sighed, and figured anything was better than dancing, and said yes.

He led me to the basement of the main house, where we found the kitchen. It was dark, and smelled of bleach. I guess it had just been cleaned. He opened the fridge and began to raid it. I wrinkled my nose, preferring not to watch, and just let my eyes wander around the room. He kept taking dishes out, asking me if I wanted anything. I politely declined, and just waited for him to eat his fill…for now. When he stopped taking the dishes out, it got quiet. And without the clatter of dishes and food, I heard it. It was quiet, and I had to strain my ears to hear it again, but I definitely heard it. A cry. Inconspicuously, I let my eyes go to where I thought the sound was coming from. It was dark, and I couldn't see much. After five minutes of hearing sparse, muffled cries, and Mike's chewing, I nearly gave up.

And then I saw it. A flash of blond hair. I kept staring where I thought I saw it. My eyes squinted trying to see through the darkness, but whoever was in the kitchen crying moved a little to the left. Fortunately for me, they moved directly into my eyesight. I had to contain my gasp.

It was Rosalie. I found her.

Feeling the intense need to tell Jasper that I found his sister, I looked at Mike. He was done and patting his stomach. I grimaced, but I had a goal and I couldn't let Mike stand in my way.

"Hey, Mike, we should go back to the ballroom. My parents might be looking for me," I told him. He nodded, and put his hand on the small of my back. I really didn't want it there, but as long as we were going back to the ballroom, I couldn't really complain. We walked back in silence, and as soon as we got back to the ballroom, I told him I had to go back to my cabin because my parents were probably there. We said our goodbyes, and I hurried to find Jasper. Luckily for me, he was standing just to the right of the stage. I ran over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He smiled when he saw me, but saw the look on my face. Frowning, he leaned down so I could whisper in his ear.

"I found Rosalie," I said simply. He stood up straight immediately and grabbed my shoulders.

"Stay here, I need to go get Edward."

I hardly stayed still. I was anxiously bobbing from foot to foot, waiting for Jasper to come back with Edward. He came back a few minutes later, towing along a serious looking Edward. I told them to follow me and I led them down to the kitchen.

When they found Rosalie, they kneeled down next to her. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing if I should leave or stay. Edward picked the distraught Rosalie up off the floor and carried her out of the kitchen. I followed them all the way back to the staff's quarters. We entered what I assumed was Rosalie's room and Edward set her down on her bed.

"Rose, sweetheart, what is it?" Edward cooed at Rosalie, smoothing her hair away from her face. She was hyperventilating, and I doubted she'd be able to get an answer out.

"Rosie, please tell us," Jasper urged, holding her hand. He looked desperate. I felt awfully like an intruder. They were a family, and this was a private moment. I shouldn't have been there.

"Oh Ed-d-d-ward…Jazz-z…"she cried weakly. I almost felt her pain. I wanted to comfort her too.

"I'm…I-I'm…Oh God, I'm pregnant!"

Silence.

Edward, Jasper, and I were all stunned. Whatever we had imagined, it was certainly not this. How could she have not told them sooner? How long has she known? Poor Rosalie…

"You. Pregnant. No," Edward snarled. He was mad?

"It's okay, Rosalie. We're going to get through this. It'll be okay," Jasper crooned to her, now being the one to smooth her hair back.

"But Jasper, how?" she wailed. She sobbed for a few more seconds before continuing.

"I can't afford a kid right now, I can't even afford an abortion. What am I going to do?" she cried hysterically.

"It'll all be alright," I piped up. They all turned to stare at me incredulously and I was suddenly hit with a wave of self-consciousness.

"What do you know?" Rosalie hissed at me. I winced.

"I just…I'm sure that you can find a way to work it out. It's not completely hopeless," I offered timidly. She scoffed and turned away from me.

"He just laughed in my face, Edward! James, can you believe it?"

James?

"James?" I said shrilly.

"SHUT UP! YOU AREN'T HELPING!" Edward roared. I gasped, and cowered back, fighting tears.

"Look, Edward, calm down. Guys, listen. Johnny knows a guy, an M.D. who's coming to town for a day. He could do…an abortion, if that's what you want Rose," he looked back at Rosalie, unsure. She nodded, in a trance.

"How much?" Edward asked.

"Two hundred and fifty dollars," Jasper answered. Edward ran a hand through his hair. I noticed he did that a lot.

"Too much."

"But James, he has money, I'm sure he'll-,"

"James knows, Miss Helpful. Weren't you listening? He laughed. He won't help. Go back to your rich management boyfriend…Bella," she sneered at me. I looked at Jasper, and he just smiled sadly. I nodded, and exited her cabin.

I ran all the way back to my cabin. The lights were off, and I figured they were all asleep. I snuck quietly into my and Alice's room and saw her on her bed, asleep. Relieved, I went through my night time routine, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

A/N: WHEW! Longest chapter so far. w00t. Unfortunately I couldn't find a song for this chapter. I seriously considered 'Last Name' by Carrie Underwood, because of Rosalie, but egh...the consequence here is a baby, not marriage. Anyway, if you have a song suggestion, let me know!

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