A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy with life lately and it kind of sucks. ANYWAY! Sorry this is a short chapter, but it's leading up to something really important, so I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thanks to all the people who voted for me at TwilightAwards! My good friend, Goo82, actually one the love triangle category so I was a happy camper.
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Ryan
Thundering. Why is it thundering so loud? Where is it coming from? Am I sleeping outside? Oh fuck, did I really take that guy up on his offer? Fucking low point, Ryan. Low point!
I felt around gingerly around me to check my surroundings without actually opening my eyes.
Soft…nope, definitely not concrete. Ah, right. The thundering is the blood pumping through my head. Nice.
As soon as the revelation of my spitting headache hit me, intense pain rushed to the forefront of my mind, making me see white behind my eyelids. I felt the skin of my forehead crinkle in distaste.
Drinking. No more drinking. Ever.
Slowly, so very slowly, I opened one eye and watched my surroundings haze in and out of focus. Things danced before me exotically, and I closed my eye quickly.
Need glasses. Where are my glasses? Oh god, don't throw up.
I filled my lungs with two deep breaths before I rolled to my side and began patting blindly around me in search of my glasses. My hand froze when I felt something warm and supple.
"mmm…Ryan,"
My eyes snapped open, and I yelped stupidly. My hand was on a very nicely formed boob attached to a very beautiful brunette. I gasped rather dramatically and recoiled my hand and attempted to jump out of the bed.
In my haste and surprise, the sheets tangled around my legs, causing me to fall backward from the soft, warm haven, landing in a huge heap of man and pain. The world around me swirled, and I brought my arm over my eyes with a loud groan.
"Ryan?" a gentle voice asked from the bed.
Shit.
"uh…"
"Ryan, you okay?" the soft voice questioned huskily.
"I'm great, Bella." I mumbled as I tried to still the back of my eyelids to stop swooping so lowly.
"Gabby."
"Huh?"
I heard the rustling of sheets and the pat of small feet hitting the carpeted floor. I removed my arm from my eye-lids so I could see what was happening.
"It's Gabby." The brunette answered in a huff. She walked at a brisk pace around the room and started to grab random pieces of her ensemble from last night.
I squinted, trying to get my weak eyes to focus on the irritated figure that was coasting around the hotel room at a speed vampires could envy.
"What? Stop moving so fast please, I can't find my glasses…" I rasped, then felt something cool hit me square in the chest.
"Thanks," I mumbled. I sat up and pushed the black frames onto my face sloppily, my movements still languid from the night before. Gabby wheeled towards me suddenly with a scowl fixed across her beautiful features.
"You know," she began and stomped over to me. I shrank away slightly, not sure what to expect from an angry random fuck.
"I didn't say anything when you moaned her name once we started to fuck. I didn't cringe away from you when you said you loved her into my neck, and I definitely didn't scream when you talked about her mid-vomit. I've never heard anyone gurgle as they threw up. You are some fucked--up shit," Gabby finished with a snort. She looked at my hunched--over form and rolled her eyes.
"Get the fuck over her, Ryan. She is obviously oblivious to the vision in front of her, so stop wasting a heart that could love so much more."
With that, she walked to the bathroom clutching her dress to her naked chest and snapped the door behind her closed.
I checked out her ass. I at least had to admit that I had decent taste.
But, where the fuck did she come off talking to me like this? She was a random fuck that knew nothing about me or my personal life.
I finally found my voice.
"Well, at least you realized you don't mean shit to me!" I scoffed loudly. I regretted my harsh words because I wasn't one to antagonize, but my manhood was being called into play.
I think.
I heard Gabby's throaty laugh from the bathroom.
"Honey, you only wish I meant something."
"Yeah, okay," I answered with an eye roll. I placed my hands on either side of me on the floor and heaved myself up into a standing position. I swayed slightly, so I held my hands out in front of me like a zombie to still my revolutionary feet. I stayed in that position for a few seconds, happy that my headache seemed to have faded.
Someone knocked on the door a little too loudly. I felt my head begin to pulse again.
"Oh, what the fuck," I whined loudly.
"I can come back later if you're PMSing, Ryan," a musical voice tingled. My heart stuttered, and I felt my skin become prickly with anticipation.
Bella.
"Oh, um, hold on. Let me find some pants," I yelled at the closed door and began to search frantically around the room for a pair of shorts.
"Ryan, I've seen you in your boxers more times than I can count. It's not like I don't know what's hanging between your legs."
I laughed slightly and shook my head. Fuckin' Bella, man.
I found a pair of khaki shorts and slipped them on quickly.
Once I was properly buttoned and zipped, I sprinted over to the door and swung it open to reveal a smiling Bella. My eyes widened. She looked different.
Her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail with several pieces hanging around her heart shaped face, framing and intensifying her glassy toffee eyes. Her bangs looked like she just swished a hand over it in an attempt to make it look different. Her lips were a darker red and were swollen to a plump perfection. Her skin had a rosy hue to it, making her look even more like an angel.
My heart sank.
She had sex. With Edward. I had heard it happening. I was kind of hoping Bella just stubbed her toe, but I was wrong.
She bit her lip, and I groaned inwardly.
So fucking hot.
"Are you going to let me in, or are we going to have our pow-wow in the hallway?"
Before I could answer, Gabby walked out of the bathroom clutching her shoes. She walked over to me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek and leaned up towards my ear and whispered, "Stop wasting time."
She glanced over at Bella, then walked out. A wayward shoe made contact with Bella's collar bone which made an audible thud when the spiked heel hit the bone. Gabby didn't bother to apologize.
Bella grimaced and glanced over her shoulder to watch Gabby's retreating form while rubbing her collarbone gingerly.
"Who the hell was that?"
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair feeling shameful. "My birthday present."
I heard a slapping sound and glanced up to Bella. Her hand was cupping her mouth and her eyes were wide with surprise.
Great. She forgot.
I smiled bitterly then walked back into the room.
"Ryan…" Bella began, trying to place a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off.
"What are best friends for, right?"
"Ryan, don't be like that…please? The last few days have been crazy and I-"
"Before or after you fucked Edward Cullen?" I cut her off sharply. I couldn't control the surging jealously that filled me.
Did he fuck that good? Did he fuck her so hard that she completely forgot her best friend's birthday?
Bella looked as if I had cut her in the gut with a dull knife. Her eyes were sunken and the glow she had earlier turned sickly.
I couldn't stop the torture I was about to put myself through, the torture I was about to put Bella through.
"So how was he, Bella? Did he at least make you orgasm, or was he too concerned about himself? Personally, I think it would be the latter because he seems a little self-absorbed, n't you agree?" I asked menacingly as I sat on the edge of the bed. Bella was still frozen at the doorway, hand still covering her cherry red lips.
I didn't know what was happening or what was coming over me. For some reason, it felt good to know I was causing Bella pain in the worst way imaginable. I hated myself for doing it, but loved the delicious pleasure I got from it.
Let her hurt like she hurt me…
"I'm waiting, Bella. Tell me, is he a solid five incher? I have a feeling he may own ovaries because the Volvo is a dead give away…" I droned on and on, playing forth all my haunting emotions I had kept away from Bella for five years. I didn't tell her directly why I was attacking her, but I felt like she almost deserved it for being so ignorant.
Gabby was right.
Ignorance is bliss.
I didn't register the sting on my face until Bella was standing in front of me, her cheeks stained with glistening trails. Fury lit up her dark eyes, and her beautiful lips were set in a pout of determination.
I felt a little frightened.
"Don't. You. Dare. Judge. Him," she ground out between a clenched jaw. Each word held a bite of venom. Each word nudged my heart painfully.
I stared at her speechless.
"When you judge him, you fucking judge me now, Ryan. So don't you ever do it again, you thoughtless bastard!" Bella screeched. I felt another sting on my left cheek.
I just continued to stare at her. Her face morphed into indignation.
"I thought you would be happy for me, that maybe you'd be ecstatic that I finally did something about my feelings. I mean, fuck, Ryan! You fucking invited him! I forgot your birthday and I am sorry for that, but for you to react like such a fucking child is ridiculous. A jealous child at that," she spat at me, looking me up and down like I was the most disgusting piece of gore she had ever seen.
I winced. If only she knew how right she was about being jealous…
But, she was right. I was acting like a child, and I did purposely bring Edward so they could finally see that they both loved each other. I let my feelings get in the way of Bella's happiness, so I tried to drown them out, numb them away and forget I had ever felt anything for her.
Capitol idea, Sherlock.
"Edward and I are leaving for the Convention in 30 minutes. It would be nice if you could join us and do your job." Bella snapped me out of my thoughts. She had on her editor voice, and her hip was locked in the don't-fucking-mess-with-the-tiger stance.
I simply nodded and attempted to swallow, but my mouth felt like cotton.
After Bella shot me one more withering glance, I fell back onto the bed and rubbed my stubbly chin.
"Love me dead, Bella." I whispered to myself before I got up to take a shower.
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Don't hate him too much! Just think of the situation he's in, guise. I'd be pretty effed up too.