The Twilight Twenty-Five
Prompt:
Dark
Pen name: ladyinblue6
Pairing: Canon and non-canon
Rating: M


Playoffs continued. Parties continued. Life continued. Edward and I became even closer, which I had thought was impossible. I started hanging out with the rest of the hockey girlfriends, which included Alice now. She and Jasper started dating on Valentine's Day.

We were playing the Seattle Sonics and then Lauren Mallory was hosting a party afterwards. The game wasn't until 8:30 at night, so Rosalie and I got ready before the game instead of after. Edward didn't want me to go; he wanted me to go out for supper with him. Rosalie told me that what he really meant was he wanted a pre-game fuck, so I said no, which made Edward all pouty and shit. Sometimes I wondered if he just wanted me for himself.

Edward was obviously texting me while we were getting ready. We were talking about Olympic hockey. We were torn between Team U.S.A. and Team Canada. We didn't know whether we should be patriotic or if we should support Team Crosby.

Then Rosalie snatched my phone before I could answer Edward's last text.

"What're you saying?" I asked, not bothering to fight with her.

"I'm just telling him that you have more important things to do." She smirked evilly. "Maybe I'll put, 'If you don't score a goal, you won't score with me either.'"

I had to laugh. It was pretty clever. Rosalie kept my phone and rolled her eyes at Edward's reply.

"What'd he say?" I asked. I was hoping he wouldn't freak out.

"Nothing," Rosalie muttered. "Just, 'I love you, babe.'"

I knew she was lying. Edward and I hadn't said that to each other yet. The only time I ever got those words from Edward were when Emmett or Jasper took his phone from him. But I shrugged it off.

Rose and I picked up Alice before we went to the game. We all had go-mugs with orange juice and vodka in them. I was already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol by the end of the second period. By the end of the third, I was tipsy. We won three to one.

"Coming, Bella?" Rose asked when we got into the lobby.

Alice looked at me as she sat down. "I thought you were going to stay since you didn't hang out with Edward before the game."

I bit my lip and looked at Rose. She gave me a pointed look.

"Um, I'll see Edward at the party, I guess," I said. "See you later, Alice."

She sighed. "Bye, Bella."

Rosalie and I left the rink and received some whistles from the Sonics.

"Hey, baby!" one of them yelled. "Can I ride you home?"

I laughed. "I didn't bring my saddle, cowboy. Sorry."

All the idiots laughed amongst themselves as Rose and I got into her car and headed to Lauren's.

Garrett, James, Lauren, and Jessica were playing quarters when we got there, so I joined in. Garrett was like the king of quarters, and always made me drink, so by midnight, I was totaled. I still hadn't seen the rest of my crew. Rosalie kept looking at her cell phone and answering texts. I looked at my phone. I had one text from Alice.

Edward's pissed u.

I scowled. Y?

Ur acting a lot like Rose.

So?

He doesn't like that.

Where r u guys?

Mite not come cuz e's being a pouty bitch.

I smiled. K, i'll text him.

But instead of texting him, I drunk dialed him.

"Hey," he answered. He sounded grouchy.

"Hey, babe," I replied. "Aren't you going to come?"

"I don't see the point if you're just going to ignore me all night." Yep, he was definitely grouchy.

"Come on, Edward. I'm not going to ignore you. I really want you here. I'm getting my ass kicked in quarters by Garrett. I need you to come save me."

I could hear him laugh. "Alright, fine. But you're coming home with me."

"We'll see," I teased.

"I'll be there soon."

"Bye."

I smiled at my handiwork before rejoining the quarter's game. Fifteen minutes later, they all came through the door. Rosalie pounced on Emmett; Alice was swinging the keys on her fingers and smacking her gum while Edward and Jasper both brought in cases of beer. They all said hey to a few of the guys before Edward, Jasper, and Emmett all joined our game.

"Now you're gunna get it, Garrett," I announced in a slurring voice.

"Wow, you really got her good, huh Garrett?" Edward asked as he bounced the quarter into the shot glass. "Drink, by the way."

Garrett took a shot and then laughed. "Yeah, I've been picking on her all night. I didn't know she sucked so badly."

"Well, she really does," Edward said with a chuckle. "Maybe you should quit, babe."

"No, I'm not quitting," I disagreed. Rosalie gave me a nod of approval.

Edward whispered, "We could go home," in my ear and I almost considered leaving.

"Don't tell me what to do, Edward," I snapped. "I wanna get my drink on."

Edward blinked at me, totally shocked by my outburst. Everyone else was laughing. I smirked at him before I took a shot of vodka and then chased it with some strawberry Sourpuss.

"Can we go talk outside?" Edward asked me quietly. He looked pretty upset.

"Fine." I sighed like it was really inconvenient for me to leave the table with him.

Edward grasped my hand and led me to the porch and helped me with my shoes and jacket before taking me outside. We hopped in Edward's truck, but it wasn't the backseat like I expected.

"Bella, you've been acting weird lately," Edward said. "Do you remember when we talked about how insane Rose could get during the hockey season? Yeah, you're sort of acting like that."

"Fuck that," I snapped. "I'm not like that, Edward. How dare you accuse me of that shit."

Edward sighed. "You're doing it again."

I took a deep breath.

"You've been hanging out with her a lot," Edward pointed out.

"So?"

"Well, she's rubbing off on you."

"Fuck," I said with a laugh. "Come on, Edward. Let's just forget about this. Take me home."

"Are you gunna stop being such a bitch?" Edward asked bluntly.

"I'm not being a bitch!" I cried.

"Yeah, you really are," Edward replied.

"How?"

"You ditched me to hang out with Rosalie even though you knew I was freaking out about this game. You didn't stay and talk. You told me that if I didn't get a goal we wouldn't be able to hook up tonight," he listed.

"Whatever," I murmured.

"Yeah, whatever," Edward answered angrily. "I'm breaking up with you."

"Wait, what?" I asked, his words making their way through my foggy brain.

Edward opened the door. "I don't need this shit. Sorry, Bella. I really like you, but I can't handle this bitchy shit you're pulling."

I was in shock. I slid out of the truck slowly, trying to comprehend things.

Edward said, "See you around" before going back in the house.

I started stumbling home; choking back tears, and regretting everything I had done in the past couple of weeks. I really had been a bitch to Edward. I deserved this. But it still hurt too much to be comfortable with.


Sorry, Americans, but I'd really just like to kill your hockey team right now. It won't happen ever again. My husband (Sidney Crosby) is feeling much better after a couple of days of practice/lovin'. ;) God, the things I would do to Sidney Crosby…

Love,
Mary