A/N: Most of you guys have told me that you like Bella with backbone. Some even say that they want Bella to punish Edward. Well, my dear reviewers, your wish is my command. If you have any suggestions or want the story to go a certain way, don't be afraid to tell me!
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Stephanie Meyer.
BPOV:
I have the nagging suspicion Edward is mad at me. He keeps muttering inaudible words under his breath and every time he looks down at my dress he growls. How odd. I didn't even do anything wrong, so what's the big deal? And why did he go all crazy in front of the nice bartender. He was just helping me.
Edward ignores my cries of protest as he places me gently in the passenger seat of his silver Volvo. Before I can open the door to get out again he darts to the driver seat and locks the doors. With a sigh of defeat I slump back in my seat. Damn vampire.
Edward's eyes lock on the road ahead as we begin our journey back to the College dorms.
"How much have you been drinking?" He whispers, pain enveloping every syllable that leaves his lips.
"Actuaaaaally, I've only druuuunk coke!" I giggle as I hear how silly my lie sounds.
Edward doesn't seem to find this funny though. For about the eighth time tonight he growls.
"What would Charlie think if he ever found out about this?" He mutters.
I gasp slightly, and for the tiniest second tears prick in my eyes. But then I recover myself. "Be strong, Bella." Those were the last words Charlie had said.
"Chaaaarlie's dieeed silly!" I announce, pushing the sad emotions for my deceased father away.
Now it's Edward turn to gasp. He turns to me in alarm, his eyes wide in surprise.
"What? How-when-what happened?" He splutters exasperatedly.
"Silly duffaaa got skiiin caaancer!" I shake my head in an "ah well" gesture.
"Oh God…" Edward holds his hand to his temples and closes his eyes. "I can't believe this…"
I shrug nonchalantly. "Aaaabooout a yeeear aftah yoooou duuumped meee too!"
His head snaps up and he stares into my eyes, as if searching for something. I look back evenly, showing I have nothing to hide. I'm just plain old Bella, not good enough for superior Edward.
"Bella, what's happened to you?" He asks as his eyes run over my made up face and expensive new dress.
I open my mouth to speak, but then realise I have no answer. I don't know why I'm acted like this exactly, but all I know is that Charlie wouldn't have wanted me to act depressed if Edward ever came back. His last words to me were to be strong, so I am.
I waaant Jaaake. Weeee leeeft hiiim beeeehind!" I try to change the subject.
"Flea-boy's close behind us." Edward's eyes narrow and he returns to staring straight ahead. Fine. I turn to glare unseeingly out of the window and we continue the ride in silence.
By the time Jake enters my apartment about fifteen minutes after we do I am feeling much less drunk, instead only slightly tipsy. This is probably due to the fact that Edward had made me drink about five cups of water.
As soon as I hear Jake burst through the front door I leap up from the chair I was sitting on. Edward, who had been watching me warily from the other side of the room, jumps up too.
"In here!" I call to Jacob, and I listen to his heavy footsteps as he draws nearer to my apartment's lounge-room in which Edward and I are situated in.
He breathes a sigh of relief as his eyes fall upon me.
"Man Bella, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"
Suddenly I have this idea. It's kind of crazy, a tad cruel and definitely not something I would have thought of if I hadn't been drinking. But mostly, it would teach Edward a lesson.
"Hey Jakey-wakey. You know I've been thinking…" I walk across the room to stand right in front of him, staring up into his eyes. "You've always wanted to be more than just friends, right?" I draw it out slowly, daring him to deny it.
"Damn Bella, you must be really drunk to be saying this." He laughs; though I don't miss it when his eyes swiftly flick down to my lips. Apparently neither does Edward.
"She doesn't know what she's saying." Edward tells him gruffly, but I catch a hint of uncertainty in his voice. "Don't respond in any way."
"I know. I'm not mean enough to take advantage of Bella while she's this drunk." He rolls his eyes. "And as if you'd let me." He replies.
They're talking as if I'm not standing right here. Better remind them then…
"Come on, Jake…" I lean in to whisper in his ear: "If you can get Eddy-Weddy to leave, we'll have the whole place to ourselves."
From across the room I hear Edward growl.
It's as if I've hypnotised Jake. His eyes are locked on my lips and he visibly gulps. "Edward, leave. Now."
"Over my dead body." Edward mutters, ready to leap in at the first sign of Jacob giving in to the temptation I've put in front of him.
"That can be arranged." I breath. With Edward's encouraging words ringing in my ears I close my eyes and slowly brush my lips against the side of Jake's neck. Jake too closes his eyes while balling his hands into tight fists at his sides. "This is torture…" he moans.
I sweep my lips up onto the side of his jaw and then very lightly make them dance across his lips temptingly. Now to seal the deal…
"Don't you want me, either?" I say softly. That's the clincher.
Jacob suddenly gives up fighting his impulses. His warm lips leap onto mine, filled with desire and hunger and…passion. That's something Edward's kisses never used to show me. Edward was cautious and wary, whereas Jacob is the opposite. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls me close against him. My hands brush against his cheeks and I can feel his warmth shooting through every part of my body. His tongue runs across my lip and I let it in greedily, moaning as he explores my mouth blissfully.
And suddenly he's knocked away from me. I blink up in surprise as I see Edward throwing him against the wall, snarling murderously. Jacob begins shaking violently, about to phase at any second.
Teehee. Edward looks very angry. Kinda like this one time when I was little and Mom found out that I'd been drawing on my bedroom wall.
A loud crash snaps me back to the current situation. I look to see Edward drawing back his fist and punching Jacob in the face. Oh God, there is going to be blood all on the carpet!
I guess I've got to break them up before they literally kill each other. What to do what to do? Ooh, I know!
I roll my eyes back in my head and let myself drop to the ground, pretending to faint.
A word of warning I wish I'd known then: If you're going to pretend you're fainting, make sure you do it away from any dangerous objects. Because as I go down, my head hits the side of the coffee table, and I really do black-out. Twice in one week, a new record.
A/N: Hope that was an okay punishment for Edward. They'll be more to come… please review!! Tell me what you think or any suggestions and I'll happily adapt the story to suit your preferences!!
