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"But you
You're not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slide"
Alanis Morisette – Uninvited
BPOV
Edward Cullen, the materialization of my disastrous love life. Tall, bronze haired, beautiful green eyes, the body of an athlete, and the face of an angel.
The heart of a monster.
For a second, I considered the possibility of chickening out and running back to the elevator and then hiding under the duvet. I could fake a headache, even mono, if it was necessary. The girl back in Seattle probably could, but not this one.
So, I kept going, praying for him to fade away, or who knows, to be expecting someone else.
"Isabella"
It seems my luck had faded away. I could hear his steps behind me. With three long strides, he grabbed my wrist and I clenched my teeth. I could see we were now in front of the hotel's lovely living room, where a huge plasma TV was turned to MTV, to my surprise.
"I came here to pick you up." He said his smile very polite, almost warm. Oh, my God, he was even prettier up close. I prohibited my hands from passing through his hair and checking if it was as soft as it looked.
"Really? I'd rather walk, thank you though," I said, in disdain.
He sighed, "I expected we could be at least be civilized with each other, Bella. At least, because of my sister."
That was too much.
"Oh, now you're worried about your sister's feelings? Did she also ask you to pick up the loser of her best friend?"
Something on his eyes scared me, like a shadow, like a cloud in front of the sun. He pulled me closer and his sweet breath hit me, making me dizzy. Why did he affect me this way? After all these years, I still wanted him! This was absurd! Stop, Bella! Stop!
"Actually, I volunteered myself." he smirked.
"Oh, so you could see the disgrace first handed?" I spat, "To see how humiliated I am?"
Now he seemed as furious as I was. Quickly, he pulled me to the empty room and closed the door. I opened my mouth to protest, but he was faster.
"No. It seemed like an opportunity to see you again. You avoided me since that happened, Bella. I never had the opportunity to explain what happened."
"I know what happened. You and Lauren found it really funny to embarrass me in front of the whole freaking school! " My voice was high and hysterical, "So, I'm sorry if I'm not happy to see you! I'm not one of the bimbos you screwed with. Oh, sorry, I guess I am." I corrected, sourly. That was the most dreadful moment of my life. He got close to me, seduced me, and then spread the photos of me to the whole school.
He closed the little distance between us and grabbed my shoulders. I stared at him, like the little rabbit in front of the snake. Hypnotized, incapable of moving.
"You'll listen to me." His voice was dark and low, as mine was thin and high, "I never wanted that to happen. Lauren took the photos without my permission. When I heard what happened, you had already left to that private school. My sister refused to give me your address. Emmett punched me. My parents were furious with me. But, the worse thing was to know you believed Lauren and refused to listen to my version. I loved you, Bella. "
I started shaking. The remembrance of those days always gave shivers. The humiliation. Lauren telling me Edward made a bet with his friends. He was my first great disaster. Then there was Jacob. This would never end, would it?
To my distress, the tears came, blurring the lovely view of his face. He sighed and in a second, I was cradled against his strong chest. His strong fingers caressed my hair gently as he rested his chin on my head.
"The next thing I heard was that you were dating this Jacob guy. I thought you had moved on."
I pulled away to see his face. He dried my tears with his thumb.
"I used to think that too, but he cheated on me." I sobbed, "At our engagement party."
For an instant, he was tense. His eyes were, in contrast, like green flames of pure hate. "Jacob Black," he muttered darkly, "Why isn't he dead?"
I smiled "You'll have to get in line Cullen. Mom and Alice already have the guns ready."
His expression softened, but his eyes were still dangerous "Forget about him." He muttered, "So, do we have a truce? Did you forget your vendetta against me?" Edward stretched his hand to me. I was happy because he offered friendship, not something else. I just... wasn't ready yet. I held his hand and shook it.
"I guess." I raised an eyebrow.
He snorted and still holding my hand, we exited the room and the hotel. I saw the concierge exchange a peculiar glance with the receptionist. Yesterday, I was the drunken runway bride. Today, I was the psycho girl. Sweet.
We waited a few moments for his car, a shiny, silver Volvo. I smiled when he opened the passenger door for me.
"What?" he asked.
"Some things never change." I smiled back. He closed the door and passed in front of the car to take the driver seat.
We drove the few blocks to his parents' apartment talking about our jobs, He told me he had just finished Julliard School and now he was a pianist on NYPO and currently looking for a place to live.
"Not only me, but also Emmett. He hates his place"
A thought crossed my mind, but I pushed it away. They would never take it and it was clearly absurd. Let it go Bella.
"And you? What have you been doing?"
"I work at Seattle Crime Lab."
He raised his eyebrows, but he seemed impressed, "You're a CSI? Little Bella? I can't believe it!"
I could see we were almost there. "Well, I don't work in camp. Just in the lab. In the trace department, I'm a technical employee." I rolled my eyes. I passed the whole day in front of the microscope and computer. It wasn't like I had contact with the perp or anything. He was still looking at me, "What? I never arrested anyone."
"Yeah, but it's kind of cool. Especially for you, who used to faint when the teacher invented some bloody type class."
We laughed together because of the remembrance. I could remember of him carrying me to the nurse's room. I almost puked on him. Wow, time flies.
"Good evening, Mr. Cullen" said the receptionist of the building and a uniformed man quickly took the car keys. Edward held my elbow and escorted me to the entrance hall.
The Cullen apartment, on Park Avenue, occupied the whole tenth floor a big, antique building, it was big as a house. Carlisle was my godfather and he and Esme were the sweetest people I had ever met. Lovely, warm arms received me at the front door.
"Bella, dear! Thank God! " Said Esme, while she pulled me into her soft arms, "Your mother was about to have a stroke. Why didn't you come here first? You know we have a room just for you here."
I pulled back, "I'm sorry. I was too upset to think." I muttered, ashamed. Carlisle hugged me too.
"Let's talk about it over dinner, alright? Alice told us about your plans." He smiled gently, but I saw him looking at something or someone over my shoulder. I looked away. He was, probably, asking something to Edward. I heard a movement in the room and Emmett appeared, his huge, muscular arms lifting me in a bear hug.
"Uh-ho, if it's not the runway bride."
"Very funny, Emmett." I smirked.
"So, you made up with my stupid brother?" I smiled and nodded, "Too bad, it was funnier when he was crushed," I was about to ask what he meant, but he wasn't paying attention at me anymore. He put me on the floor and looked at Edward. An evil grin appeared on his usually gentle expression.
"Eddie-kin, you have no idea who I found on the elevator!" Edward narrowed his eyes to his brother. Then he seemed simply in panic.
"Emmett, you didn't!" Emmett nodded. "Oh, fuck!"
"Edward!" said Esme, mortified, "Sorry Bella. It's difficult to control two boys, especially when they are camping after being old in your house." She rolled her lovely light brown eyes at me. Carlisle snorted.
"Hey!" Edward and Emmett protested at the same time
"I'm looking for an apartment." Muttered Emmett.
The door opened again and Alice entered, with a pile of luggage in each of her tiny hands. The pixie might be small, but she was quite strong!
"Hey, family! Please help me here!" The men quickly grabbed the many suitcases, purses, etc and put them in the middle of the living room.
"Alice, what's going on?" asked Carlisle, looking amazed at the huge amount of purses and luggage with his daughter.
"Where is the jackass of your boyfriend?" asked Emmett.
Alice lifted her chin, "I left him."
"Carlisle, forget the dinner." Ordered Esme to her husband, "Bring the wine. I think we are going to need it."
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One hour later, we were all half drunk, spread on the couches, while Alice was telling us how she left Victoria hysterical, with her hair dyed in midnight blue and using a silver spatial outfit.
"So, I said to Laurent. ' Well, baby, what can I say? She wanted something different, I gave her different. I don't think Madonna would even dress like that, but I think it'll be a success between the Battle Star Galactica fans.' "
We all laughed and I noticed I was leaning against Edward's shoulder and his arm was wrapped around my waist. But it was okay, in a very friendly way. I guess. I missed him. I really did.
"Excuse me, Mrs. Cullen. There is a young lady on the door saying she wants to speak with Mr. Cullen."
"Which Mr. Cullen, Serena?" asked Carlisle, sitting up straight.
"Mr. Edward, sir." The maid answered, but she seemed, somehow, puzzled.
Edward glared at Emmett.
"Tell her I'm not home."
"Edward!" yelled a voice from the entrance hall. We were all in the family room, more private. "I can hear you!"
Edward groaned and released me, getting ready to get up and face the girl, whoever she was.
"Oh, boy, this is going to be fun," muttered Alice, taking another sip of wine. "Em, dear, you're a bad boy, you know that?"
"Yeah, baby!" he hit his wine glass with his sister's, "I guess I am."
The maid seemed terrified when a lovely, strawberry blond girl crossed quickly to the main door to the room we were in, "There you are!"
"Excuse me, miss." Gasped the maid, "You cannot enter like that"
"Shut up!" hissed the girl. Even her angry face was lovely, angel like. Her bright light green eyes shining, threatening.
"Tanya, stop!" commanded Edward and she immediately forgot about the maid and leaned in his direction, like a flower to the sun, "Stop making a scene! I'll talk to you, if you apologize to my family."
She blushed a bright pink, then her lovely eyes, fixed in me. "And her. Who the hell is she? Is she family too?"
"I'm his friend." I said, smugly. "You?"
"I'm his girlfriend!" she spat.
Oh.
N/A: Don't ask me why Tanya always is the bitch on my stories. I think I have some kind of morbid curiosity about the Denali clan.
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