A/N: You should be proud of me. I actually sat down for once and wrote out a planning sheet. Going by my sheet, I have about six chapters and an Epilogue not including this chapter. I have a pretty good idea where I'm headed so I hope you'll like it.

BTW… I really do love all my readers. Let's face it, without you I probably wouldn't finish half the things I start. You've encouraged me so much and it's amazing at how much my writing has improved. I'm really thinking about becoming a novelist and it's all thanks to you! Through thick and thin, I know there are the few of you that have been with me since my very first story. Thanks for reading!

Kayla

BEWARE…. THIS CHAPTER IS A LITTLE…. INTENSE?

Chapter 13

The night began with dinner at one of the local steakhouses. The limo driver opened our door and we all filed out. I hurried inside before everyone else and talked to the hostess. She was dressed in all black and she had a great deal of make up caked on her face.

"Hello, welcome to Texas Steakhouse. How many are in your party?" Her accent was rather country especially for being in New York.

"Um, we had a reservation for seven under the name Black?" I asked hesitantly.

Her perfectly manicured fingernail ran down the length of the glass-seating map and she nodded. "Ah, yes. Right this way ma'am."

I turned around to find the guys chatting and taking in their surroundings. I walked to the circle and reached up to tap Jake's shoulder. "This way everybody."

He grinned and nodded. "Great, I could eat a horse."

The hostess held a stack of menus in her hand and silverware lay on top of them. She led us down the hall and I couldn't help but notice all the stuffed animals in various places on the walls and sitting up above the chairs. There was a huge buffalo head jutting out from a wall and then deer heads on other walls.

We followed her through the bar and into a secluded private room in the back. The table could easily hold twenty but we had it all to ourselves. Country music played softly in the background and the hostess gave us our menus.

"Your waitress will be right with you." She promised stealing out of the room.

I looked around the room watching as the guys slouched down into their seats. Edward grabbed a chair beside him and motioned for me to sit next to him. I glanced around nervously watching the expressions on the other guy's faces. Everyone seemed to be focused on the menus except for one. Jonathan's eyes seemed to be burning into the side of Edward's head as he smiled invitingly to me.

I took a deep breath and sunk into my chair. Jordan focused his attention on me now and I saw that his expression was softer but more questionable. It was like he was making Edward out as the bad guy and I was just the innocent victim. I didn't really get his expression for the most part. I remember hearing about how he was big into drama so I guess he was just putting up a façade. No one could ever really tell with him.

I glanced at my menu but I could still feel eyes on me. The wondering eyes made me nervous and I tried to focus. Quickly I picked my menu and decided on Mountain Dew for drink.

"Excuse me?" I stood up letting my chair scrape against the wooden floor. Edward's eyes flashed to mine and I smiled weakly before diving out of the room.

I sat down at the bar and the bartender approached me. He had a mop of shaggy brown hair on his head and a smile that I'm sure made a lot of girls do a double take. His teeth were white and were framed by his perfectly pink lips.

"What can I do for you miss?" He asked throwing a small hand towel over his shoulder and leaning toward me.

I smiled at him politely. "Well, my best friend is getting married and I'm throwing his bachelor party." I stated. "I was wondering if you did anything for special occasions."

He chuckled deeply leaning closer toward me. "It doesn't have to be a special occasion for me to do anything for you." The comment was suggestive to say the least.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment and he chuckled again. "Sure, I'll tell your waitress."

I nodded a silent thank you and slipped off the barstool. I followed the signs that said restroom on them and turned the corner. I glanced at the walls around me. Pictures of different country singers decorated the walls as well as different ropes and tools that a cowboy would use. My eyes were wandering when I ran into a hard warm body.

"Oh, sorry." I blushed taking a step back.

Chocolate brown met emerald and a cocky smile formed on Edward's beautiful face. "You should really watch where you're going." He laughed freely tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

He lowered his face closer to mine and somehow I was able to pull myself from the hold of his eyes. I turned my head and his lips hit my cheek. "Jonathan knows, or suspects." I whispered under my breath.

He froze momentarily. "It doesn't matter. The wedding is in less than forty-eight hours anyway."

I sighed miserably and pushed past him. "Well it matters to me. I don't like the idea of stealing someone else's boyfriend."

He grabbed my arm pulling my flushed body against his. "You're not stealing. Stealing requires resistance." He leaned down quicker than I could blink and pecked me on the cheek. "Now go pee and meet me back at the table." He whispered.

I turned on my heel but his voice stopped me once again. "Oh, and skip the little chat with the bartender this time." His voice dripped with possessiveness and my stomach fluttered.

"M'kay." I muttered pushing the door that read 'Cowgirls' in roped letters.

Dinner was a combination of food, laughter, presents, and then desert. The bartender brought in a chocolate cake with a Hershey's bar on the top. He gave me a quick smile and then his eyes fell behind me. His smile faded away and Edward leaned in closer behind me.

"Come on Jake, open the present from me." Edward chanted his breath hitting the back of my neck.

Jake grabbed the small black bag from the table and the waiting staff scurried from the room. He stuck his large tanned hand in the bag and pulled out a black strip of material. Realization dawned on me and I let the grin spread across my face.

"What is this?" Jake looked pulling open the material.

"A man thong." Jordan blurted out in a serious tone.

Jake's cheeks reddened under his tanned skin and he quickly dropped them back in the bag. The rest of us busted out with laughter and our waitress came back with our checks. I paid for Jake and my food and waited for the girl to bring my visa check card back.

Edward helped me gather up all the bags and we all headed toward the limo. Next on our list of things to do was the Midnight Rodeo. It was a dance club and a local band was playing for the night. I figured we'd listen to the band, ride the bull, and have some drinks.

Things don't always go as planned.

I don't really know how we got to the bar but I did know that it wasn't on the itinerary. Jake wrapped his huge hand around my wrist and pulled me from the limo. The sign flashed bright red and "Coyote Ugly" was written in large letters. I knew this wasn't directly disobeying Conley's pleas, but this was close though.

"Jake." I groaned as he pulled me toward the entrance. I could already hear the drunken roars coming from the bar.

"Come on Bells, it'll be fun." Jake ignored my protest and let go of my arm diving through the entrance with Jordan and Jonathan close at his heels. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I looked to see Edward's smug grin.

"Lighten up Bella. A couple of gorgeous dancing girls never hurt a man." The tone of his voice was amused.

I let him pull me through the door and the stench of smoke filled the entrance hall. He guided me past the mellowed smokers and closer into the mob of bodies. The first thing I noticed was that the population was mostly male. There were a few women scattered throughout the room but the ratio was defiantly off.

Next my eyes were drawn to the women dancing. I had seen the movie "Coyote Ugly" and I saw that the girls defiantly lived up to the movie standards. Their dance was raunchy as they paraded across the stage in clothes that were tight and left little to the imagination.

Edward's eyes lit up as he pulled me through the crowd, making his way toward Jake and the others. He finally got toward the bar and I saw that Jake had already downed a couple of shots. I shook my head in amazement as he stared up at the dancing girls. His eyes were possibly wider than Edward's and I almost felt guilty even though this stop was not planned by me.

Edward spoke quickly with a girl at the counter and she gave him a flirtatious smile and then handed me a shot. "Drink up." He chuckled. "It's going to be a long night." I looked from him, to the glass in his hand, then back to him. His eyes danced with amusement. "Scared?" He asked taunting me.

I glared at him and placed the cool glass to my lips and threw my head back. The liquid slid down my throat leaving a burning trail. Brown met emerald and I felt my head tilt a little. I hadn't consumed much alcohol in my life and I was almost positive that it wouldn't take long for me to feel a little tipsy.

Edward took my glass and quickly replaced it with another one. I caught on to his plan and grinned. "Are you challenging me Mr. Cullen?" I asked stupidly.

His eyes flashed. "And if I am?"

I tipped the shot glass and the burning liquid slid down my throat again. I slammed the glass on the table and I started him in the eye. "Bring it on."

He grinned. "That's what I'm talking about."

After a few more shots, I felt as if my feet had a mind of it's own. An arm shot out from above me and latched onto my hand. I was roughly pulled up onto the bar and found myself freely dancing along with the other girls around me. I looked down and saw guys pushing toward the front as I followed the lead of the girls.

Edward's eyes were on me and a familiar song played through the system. I took in more shots offered to me and found myself dancing in ways I never knew possible. My jeans rode dangerously low and my shirt dipped lower and lower.

I caught a pair of familiar emerald eyes and decided I might as well put on a show for him. He was the one that got me into this predicament and I was going to make him want me so much he wouldn't know what hit him.

"Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman came blaring through the speakers and I let my eyes meet Edward's. I gave him a smirk and dipped down right in front of him. His eyes dilated and his mouth opened slightly. I leaned down, grabbing the pole behind me, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. I felt his hand grab my chin and I pulled back abruptly.

One of the girls working grabbed my hand and drug me further down the bar. She started shaking what her momma gave her close to my area and I felt my head start to cloud. Nevertheless, I moved along with her until I felt someone grab my hand. I glanced out the corner of my eye and registered in my brain that it was Edward. He yelled something at me but I couldn't quite hear him over the music.

He held out his arms to me as a mother would her child and I jumped down with his help. His arms wrapped around my waist and his lips were to my ear. "I know you're having fun," He whispered placing a kiss below my ear, "but Jake's had a little too much fun and I think we need to get him back before we have to carry him."

I nodded picking Jake easily out of the crowd. His huge form was slouched over the bar and Jordan glanced around the bar nervously. Edward grabbed my hand pulling me through the crowds. I was wobbly myself and Edward ended up supporting me since my legs suddenly felt like jell-o.

Edward coaxed Jake away from the bar and with Jonathan and Jordan's help; we got Jake into the cool night. He was completely wasted when we pushed him into the limo. Edward helped me in after Jake and told me he was going to instruct the driver to take us back to the hotel. He left my side and Jonathan and Jordan chatted not seeming the least bit drunk. I had a feeling they didn't have too much to drink.

The seat next to me sunk, and Edward leaned over pressing a couple of buttons on the control panel. The lights in the limo dimmed except for the tiny scattered lights on the roof. With the tinted windows I could barely see Edward sitting next to me.

Jake gave a sigh of relief and Edward leaned over putting on some soothing music. I felt him lean back into the seat and I leaned over placing my head on his shoulder. My eyelids started to droop and I tried to fight off sleep. Edward's arm slipped behind my back and he pulled me closer to his side.

He kissed my cheek lightly and his cool breath tickled my ear. "Only two more days my love."

A/N: I couldn't think of anything to do for the bachelor party. Coyote Ugly popped into my head, thanks to the song "Can't fight the moonlight", and I decided to run with the idea. I actually wrote the second half before I wrote the first half. Hope I didn't disappoint! Oh, i'm thinking that our little bartender friend should show up at the wedding!?

REMEMBER! I'm only 15 here. I've never had alcohol or been to a bar. I tried to make it as realistic as possible going by the other stories I've read and the movies I've seen.

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Kayla