The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt: Bitter
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M
Shorter chapter again. Sorry.
The tears were trapezing on my eyelashes as I waited for Edward to catch up with me. He stumbled across the deck, slipped on the stairs, and ran over to me.
"Don't go home," he pleaded breathlessly.
I wiped away the tears and rolled my eyes. "I do what I want, Edward."
He grabbed my wrist, but I shook him off. "C'mon, babe. Don't be like this."
"Like what?" I cried. "I'm going home. Big fucking deal."
"Bella, c'mon," he begged, trying to grab me again.
"I'm not talking to you," I told him as I turned around.
Edward let out a frustrated exhale. "What did I do?"
"You won't talk to me!" I exploded. "You haven't even looked at me since you got in that fight."
"Oh. That," Edward scoffed. "You should know why I'm pissed, Bella."
"I'm not a God damn mind reader," I reminded him. "Enlighten me."
"That Black kid was talking about you," Edward said, his temper flaring. "He found out that we're dating and he told me all about your little fling from back in the day."
Mortification slapped me in the face. I had forgotten all about my little rebellious stage. I had come down to spend the summer with Charlie when I was fourteen, but he was doing hockey stuff, as usual. I wanted to grab his attention, so I started hanging out in La Push to piss him off. I ended up losing my virginity to Jacob in the process. I experimented with drugs a couple of times. But after Charlie found out, I quit everything cold turkey. Jacob kept trying to get me to hang out with him until Charlie threatened to get a restraining order.
"What did he tell you?" I asked quietly.
"He told me all the things you liked having done to you." Edward looked disgusted. "He said that you were practically a legend in La Push."
"Edward–" I began.
"No, Bella," he cut me off. "Don't try to tell me anything." He chuckled to himself, that cocky half-grin plastered on his face. "Fuck. I could have any girl I want and I ended up picking you."
"What the fuck is that supposed to me?" I cried.
"I mean, I could have a nice girl," Edward said as he tried to stand up straight. "I could have a girl that worshipped the ground I walked on. But I picked you because I thought that maybe you'd be different. I thought maybe, since you think you're so perfect, that you'd be a good girl to date. But you're just like the rest of them."
"So I have an unappealing past. Key word being past. What does that have to do with who I am today?" I asked. "If you wanted a nice, submissive girl, you wouldn't have taken a second glance at me, because I'm neither of those things. I am who I am, Edward, and I thought that was what you were attracted to."
"I liked you a lot while the chase was on," Edward admitted, "but I'm second-guessing my judgement now."
"Fuck you," I snarled. "This is exactly why I didn't even look at you until the alcohol was fogging my judgement. You have got to be the biggest prick I know."
"Yeah, well, I'm drunk right now and you still look like a slut to me!" Edward yelled.
I was so angry I couldn't even produce tears. They were evaporating because of the heat in my face.
"You are a cocky asshole," I told him as calmly as I could, "and you always have been. Why don't you go find Lauren and Jessica again? Why don't you go find a hotter whore than me? I'm sure you're going to feel wonderful when you find out that you knocked some stupid bitch up or you get fucking herpes."
"Maybe I will," Edward replied. "Because getting an STI would be way better than being stuck with a lying bitch like you."
I slapped him as hard as I could before I hopped in Charlie's truck and ripped out of Mike's yard.
Hah, my writing for this (I handwrite all of this before I type it) is super aggressive. You could tell I was pissed off at Edward for being such a douche.
Love,
Mary
