Bella:
Ever since the New York Open began, I've been watching all of Edward's matches. I'm very aware that I'll soon be seeing him, in the flesh, and I have no idea how he'll react.
The tickets Alice and Rose got me couldn't be more perfect. They're in the front row, so I'm certain he'll see me.
I try to focus on the work we're currently doing. We've been out and bought office furniture, so now we're currently making desks and bookcases. In a couple of days, we'll start interviewing for staff and hoping to promote our business.
"Motherfucker!" Rose shrieks, punching a wall.
Alice and I both turn to look at her, trying to hold in our laughter.
"What's the matter, Rose?" Alice asks; the more composed of the two of us.
"I can't put this bloody bookcase together! Why the hell did we get flat-pack furniture?" Rose huffs.
As I walk over to help her, I let out a little giggle. "Because flat-pack is cheaper," I shrug, reading the instructions.
"Yeah, now I know why!" Rose exclaims.
The rest of the afternoon is spent with us stressfully putting together furniture, though at the end of the day the office does look complete. Now all we need is employees and books to edit!
Before the match this evening, I spend entirely too much time deciding what to wear. I finally decide on jeans – the ones that make my ass look great – and a checked shirt. It's not too dressy for a tennis match, but it also makes me look good.
"You ready?" Alice calls from her the living room.
"Yeah!" I shout back, walking out into the living room where Rose and Alice are waiting.
"So you decided to go with your tight jeans?" Rose asks, smirking.
"Fuck off," I glare at her, picking up my bag.
We leave the apartment and get a cab to the courts. I feel myself bouncing in excitement to see Edward again.
I'm scared he'll be angry, though. I did run out of the hotel room. Oh god, he probably doesn't want to see me again. Why would I think this is a good idea? It's such a bad idea…
"Stop overthinking it. He'll be thrilled to see you, if he even does," Alice says reassuringly.
"Of course he'll see us. We're right at the front!" I snap back. "Sorry," I murmur apologetic.
We arrive at the courts, and I realise I can't back out now. It's too late.
Oh, shit.
As we arrive on centre court, I take a moment to admire the court. It really is an amazing court, I can only imagine what it would be like to play tennis or be a ball girl here.
When we take our seats, I realise just how close to the court we are. I briefly wonder how much these tickets will have cost Alice and Rose, but decide not to ponder on it. I'd just make me feel bad if I guessed how much they cost.
I wait eagerly for Edward to walk out, Rose and Alice chatting about random things, which I don't really pay much attention to.
"Arriving on court are Diego Blanco and Edward Cullen!" Is announced through the speakers, and my heart rate picks up a little bit.
My eyes lock on Edward's form as he strolls out onto court, an air of confidence about him. He hasn't noticed me yet, so I take the time to ogle his form. He's so damn sexy.
And I'm so damned screwed.
"Holy shit, his trainer is fine…" Rose trails off. I giggle; vaguely remembering Edward mentioned his name was Emmett.
"His name is Emmett," I reply, though I don't look at Rose.
I'm making the most of seeing Edward in the flesh again.
"You really have it bad, don't you?" Alice says.
This time, I do actually turn to look at my friend.
"It's so obvious," Alice adds.
"I wish I could forget about him. Move on. That's not really possible, though," I sigh, turning back to Edward. He glances up to the relatives' box, and I follow his gaze, catching sight of who I presume are his parents.
He begins practising with his opponent, hitting the ball with ease. While his opponent takes a break, he glances over at the crowd, just skimming through.
Fuck. He's spotted me. He freezes in his wondering around the court, locking eyes with me. I probably look like a deer caught in headlights.
A range of emotions flash over his face. First there's shock, then I swear I detect happiness, before he looks a little confused along with lots of anger.
He quickly turns away and gets back to playing, though he hits the ball with more force, more anger.
"He's pissed," I whisper to Alice and Rose, though I can't help but continue to stare at him.
"Are you sure? That look could be mistaken for lust…" Rose says, contemplating this.
"No, trust me. I know what he looks like when he's turned on, and it's not like that," I tell her.
I try not to think about the two times we've been together, because that'll just cause me an issue. I do vividly remember his turned on face though.
The match soon starts, with Edward serving first. His anger continues, but it seems to work for him, as he starts off by serving an ace. Diego looks confused as to where Edward's sudden aggression has come from.
At the end of the first game, he glances back over to the crowd, where I'm eagerly watching him. As our eyes lock he winks at me, a smirk resting on his face.
Well now I'm thoroughly confused.
When he first sees me, he's angry, and now he's winking and being flirtatious?
All of this started because of him winking at me!
I turn to Alice and Rose, who are both beaming.
"What the hell does that mean? You saw that, right? How he winked at me?" I rant.
"It means he likes you," Alice grins.
"Likes me or my body?" I huff, slumping back in my seat.
We watch the rest of the match without saying anything else, and Edward barely glances my way anymore. When Edward wins the match most of the crowd stands up, applauding wildly. I join in with that, still pleased for Edward even if I am confused.
Edward glances over at me, which makes me pause in my applause. He seems to be thinking deeply before he quickly walks over and grabs his stuff and a pen.
Him and Diego walk over to the front of the crowd, and begin signing autographs. I'm still bemused as Edward makes his way over to me, and leans in closely.
"We need to talk. Wait for me by the silver Volvo," Edward commands. I consider telling him to fuck himself, but he's gone before I can reply.
While he signs other autographs I think whether or not I should do as he asks.
In the end, curiosity gets the better of me.
"I'm meeting Edward. I'll text you if I need you," I tell Alice and Rose. They both grin madly.
"I'm sure you'll handle that man just fine," Rose says, winking at me. "Oh, and get me his trainers number?" she asks.
"Fine," I chuckle, saying goodbye to them before hunting for a silver Volvo.
Thankfully, it's fairly close to the court, so I stand beside it, still second guessing myself.
Oh, who am I kidding? I want whatever Edward's willing to give me.
Doesn't mean I'm not going to make him work for it, however.
A/N: Thoughts on how their reunion will go? :D
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