Sorry I have not updated, but this time I have a reasonable excuse. (I am only in seventh grade.) My cousin, my brother, and I were on Combat Arms at three o'clock in the morning, but we were not caught. My parents took away my laptop and I did not know why. It turns out my wonderful idiot of a cousin posted as his Face book status "Just got my ass kicked by my little cousin and her bro on Combat Arms" at four o'clock in the morning! Brilliant!
Sincerely,
Hampton Girl
Jennifer M. Miller
Bella POV
We had arrived at the party hours ago. I managed to forget my old vow and I had been drinking since we walked in. Vodka, Jack Daniels, a few Mint Juleps, Fuzzy Navels, Cosmos, and Sex on the Beach, Miami Vice, and many other alcoholic beverages were making the room loud and blurry.
Many people were asking me to dance, but I didn't trust my legs anymore so I declined the offers. I didn't recognize any one and I didn't see Ali or Rose. It was obvious the bartender pitied me and didn't have a last call for lonely people that appeared to have been stood up. It was quite the opposite for me though. My friends left me alone on purpose so I would get out of this rut and start living again. Man did their plans suck for me!
I finished off another margarita and the room went black. I started to fall backwards and fell into to something or someone. I didn't have the mind set to worry. I just let them take me.
I awoke with a pounding headache. The room smelt familiar and there were two Tylenol and a glass of water on the table next to the soft bed I was laying on. I downed the medicine and began to look around. The duvet was black and was accompanied by a gold sheet set. The walls were a matching gold. About six black bookshelves lined the walls. They were covered in Cds and books.
"Good morning Bella. Would you like some breakfast?" the owner of the room asked.
I met Edward's eyes and nodded appreciating his kindness and he led me to the kitchen. We ate in silence. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either. I followed him to the living room and sat beside him.
"Thank you for last night."
"I couldn't leave you there like our friends had managed to." he growled obviously still mad at them for their "idea."
I started to massaged his tense shoulders feeling the muscles uncoil like they had once before in the Starbucks. He sighed and began the conversation once again.
"Did they realize what could have happened to you? They just left you there."
"They knew I had you."
"You could have been-"
"Did you mean what you said that one day in class?" I asked in a desperate attempt to change the subject.
"Every word of it."
"Do you know another Isabella Marie-"
" I only have one true love. She has mahogany hair, beautiful brown eyes. She is an English major with a modest, yet outgoing personality. Her body puts the goddess Venus to shame. She is a tad bit clumsy, but makes up for it with her charm and innocence. She is never naïve and loves the classics, yet she can appreciate modern art and music. All in all she is perfect and I shall never compare to her."
"Well she is one lucky girl." My lips then met his in a kiss so passionate I almost didn't hear the door open or see the quick flash of bright light.
