A/N: Okay, please don't shoot me. A combination of family drama, school drama and work drama has stifled my creativity. But THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to everyone who helped by reviewing and keeping my spirits up. This is a little shorter, but better something than nothing. And thanks to Esmi76 for the chapel setting, don't get your hopes up about the characters though! I'm a little sneaky like that. I decided to do this chapter a different way, I really hope you like it.
As always, shout out to my number one beta bitch - CaughtMyselfFalling.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer owns all. I just get this kick ass imagination of mine.
?MalePOV (Flashbacks in Italics)
I can't believe I was actually meeting her. I mean, seriously? I knew that we had something special last night and then to wake up to that in my email, I had no idea where this chick's head was.
Mmm, last night. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for that night, and I'm glad I was caught off guard. It's not like I hadn't even seen the beautiful creature walking around campus, always in the sexiest outfits, carrying her books in that oversized designer bag. She was always surrounded by the other two, walking, talking and laughing. I never had the balls to approach her and I even entertained the possibility that she lived just one floor below me. But last night, seeing her in her element just totally fierce and firey, I was definitely not prepared for that.
I pulled my jacket closer to my body and hastened my pace. Spotting the woman of my … well last night I would have said dreams, but after this morning I knew it could quickly change to nightmares, I began to get slightly nervous.
"Hey." Great opener Cullen, way to go!
"Hey yourself." Her voice was laced with annoyance, anger and something that sounded along the lines of regret.
"So…" I looked around, why she picked such an open area to talk about something like this perplexed me. She must have noticed that I was slightly antsy.
"Let's take this somewhere a little more private." She was reading my mind. I nodded and simply followed her in the opposite direction I had been walking. There was a silence in the air that I didn't know how to fill. This chick must be doing something to my brain because I always knew what to say to fill a silence.
She held the door open and I took in where she had taken me. Ah, the old Chapel that was barely used anymore. Only for alumni meetings and religious holidays, other than that it was basically abandoned. It was still open for students though, with all religious services provided – confession, sermons, even marriages if you were so inclined.
I stepped inside and sat down, motioning for her to do the same, thanking God that it was early and the place was empty. She sat down next to me and turned to face me.
I felt my voice catch in my throat and barely croaked out the one word that was plaguing my mind, "Why?"
She didn't look shocked or taken off guard; she actually looked a little relieved – probably at the fact that I was the one bringing up the topic and not her.
"You should know." Her voice was barely above a whisper and I moved closer to hear her better.
"I mean, I know why – the noise and stomping and all that – but I want to hear it from you." I answered her as best I could. I knew we were loud – but we were men, and therefore loud.
She huffed. A crease formed in the center of her forehead and I wanted desperately to make it go away. She was annoyed, most likely at my ignorance, but I let her stew a little.
"Really Cullen? You really think it's just about noise?" She spat at me. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and I almost died. Ugh, that tongue – I would kill to feel her lick me all over… stop it Cullen, focus man!
"I'm really sorry but I don't know what else you want from me?" I was truly confused.
"Men…" she said to herself, but our proximity allowed me to hear. Sighing she looked at me, a defeated look overtook her eyes. "Cullen, this about so much more than noise. It's about manning up. It's about thinking beyond yourself, it's about so much more than noise …. You know what? I'm done."
She turned to stand up and I caught myself reaching for her and grabbing her hand before she took a step. Tensing up, she pulled away quickly and turned to stare at me.
"Don't you ever grab me."
Her voice was laced with venom and dropped her hand quickly. I retreated as far back as the hard pew would allow me. Hanging my head in shame I couldn't bear to see her like this. She hadn't walked away but rather moved to a few pews up, letting me know that this conversation wasn't over but she needed time before it could start again.
"I'm sorry…" I said, knowing she couldn't hear me but praying that she did. What was it about this girl, she just seemed so fragile and last night it had been like nothing could stop her. I racked my brain and tried to think about my past indiscretions.
Ten minutes passed before she stood up and motioned for me to follow her. Eagerly I jumped up and walked towards her. She led me into one of the offices off to the side of the pulpit and sat on the desk in there. I took the chair and stared at her intensely, willing her to tell me just what the hell was going on.
"Alright, here's the thing. I'm going to give you some basic rules about common courtesy and you're going to agree or else that little video of you will be the number one hit on CampusGossip." Her voice was strong and I knew she wasn't kidding.
"Okay, but - "
"No 'buts'. I talk, you listen. That's it." She continued. "You three will apologize to us formally by taking us out to dinner and a movie." I grinned slightly at the fact that I would get to see her again even though I seemed to piss her off. "Then, you will please limit the recreations of the latest WWE moves you saw that night. Not to mention, there will be a noise curfew."
I nodded and she smiled slightly. Ah, thank god a smile – that's what I wanted to see.
"Can I ask just one question?" I said quietly.
"Go ahead."
"What was all the stuff you were talking about earlier? About thinking beyond myself and stuff? I really didn't get the hidden message you were trying to convey." I stated honestly.
"I didn't really think that you would. Does the name Victoria ring a bell?"
My eyes bugged out slightly. How the hell did she know about that? I hadn't even told the others about that.
"Ah so it does. Well, I'm going to let you think about her for a second and see if you can connect the dots."
First Semester – Masquerade Halloween Party
I couldn't believe some of the things these girls wore that passed as costumes. I mean, really? REALLY? Were they trying to torture us? It's not like they had to try hard, but seriously, this was ridiculous. There was this chick dressed up like a fairy or ghost or something. I remember feeling her eyes on me all night and then she disappeared. A few hours later and a lot of drinks later, I realized that I was searching for her in the crowd of people that was rapidly growing because two more kegs showed up. I turned to find the group I came with when the crowd lurched and a beautiful creature fell into my arms.
After steadying herself she gave me a once over, smiling slightly. "Oh don't you look sexy …" she paused to read my badge. " Officer McNasty." She purred in my ear.
"Well, well. Look at you." She was dressed like an angel – not a fairy, short white mini skirt, tight white tube top, white stocking and stilettos and topped with a pair of angel wings. On her face was an old fashioned masquerade-style mask, hiding her features. She wore wig that gave her pin straight white hair, complete with a halo and sparkles covering her body.
"Does heaven know you're missing?" I flashed her a smile and she giggled slightly.
"That sir, is the cheesiest line I've ever heard. And I think I'm drunk enough to fall for it." She licked her lips. "But only if you catch me."
I grinned, knowing I had this in the bag – it's not like I was an angel myself and I could always go for a little lovin. I reached down and adjusted her halo slightly. I let my fingertips drag over her cheek and watched her eyes light up.
"So sweetness, what's your name?" I was feeling gutsy and wanted to see where this could go. Adjusting my mask, I gave her a sly smile.
"Well, you can just call me Victoria." She giggled slightly and looked up at me and a flicker of some emotion came across her eyes. "So, what brings you here chief?"
I adjusted my belt and gun holster on the cop outfit I was wearing. "Just enjoying the night, hoping to catch some beautiful woman's eye, and I seem to have succeeded."
Her eyes lit up and she smiled sweetly. Grabbing my hand, we walked over to the makeshift bar and filled our cups. After a few more drinks and a lot more flirting, we started making our way towards a quieter area of the party. Touching and accidental brushing led to lustful stares and a tangible sexual tension. Not being able to stand it anymore, I leaned in and whispered into her ear, "So you want to get out of here?" Letting my lips linger on her skin, I smiled into her neck and placed a soft kiss on her skin.
She shuddered slightly and nodded her head. Before I knew what was happening I was being pulled into a random room filled with coats. Without missing a beat she turned and jumped on me, pulling my face into hers and attacking my lips.
The alcohol was in full effect, and I contemplated the little voice inside my head – the one that told me I should stop, that this wasn't right and I didn't even know her last name. But that voice was quickly silenced by the moan that escaped her lips.
Clothes flying, skin touching skin, the smell of sex infusing the air. She pulled my hair. I bit her neck. There was no space between us as our bodies connected and moved together. I watched as she reached her ultimate pinnacle and I let myself get lost in the vision of her cumming. My orgasm shocked the hell out of me; it was more intense than anything I had ever felt. I pulled her close to me, our breaths the only noise to be heard. Feeling her warm body on me I let myself slip into the unconsciousness that was calling my name.
First Semester – The next day
Shit, where the fuck was I? And why the hell did it feel like Michael Flately was doing his greatest hits in my head? I opened one eye and saw a poster on the wall that didn't belong to me. Tempting fate I opened my other eye, blinking several times to try to and take in all my surroundings. I made a move to sit up and realized that there was something holding me to the bed. A small hand was lying on my chest, attached to the arm of …
Shit.
What did I do? Without a second thought I maneuvered myself out of her death grip and replaced it with a pillow, hoping that would fool her long enough for me to make my escape. Grabbing random articles of clothing, I quickly dressed and took one last look at the naked creature in the foreign bed. She really was beautiful, but I wasn't in the mood for a relationship or having some girl stalk my ass.
But I couldn't just leave her like that. So I did the next best thing, grabbing a scrap of paper and a pen I wrote her a quick note.
I was knocked out of my flashback by her voice reading the words I was about to remember myself.
"… I never meant for this to happen. I'm sorry." She said quietly. The familiar looking paper was clutched tightly in her hand and her eyes were shut. I wondered how many times she looked at that piece of paper, reading it to herself and wondering about the meaning behind it all. And well, it looked like I was going to get my chance to find out.
"Shit." I whispered to myself. I was never going to dig myself out of this hole.
A/N: I know that it's a little short, but I have faith that you guys will stick it out until I get the next POV up, and yes they will be matching POVS ( I don't want to confuse myself, lol). But thank you so much for waiting, and I know you won't have to wait much longer, I've got the next chapter started!
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