Chapter 32 ( - APOV - Let's party pixie - )
I split my time between lusting up on one man in particular on stage, and keeping an eye on Bella and Edward.
I don't know what's wrong but I'm on fire,
It seers through my hands, leaving skin on the wire
Awake in this womb with a crown sting in my self
When I listen, the same cry plays on.
I can say I'm impressed with Edward when he stops her from flashing everybody; but Bella, being her clumsy self, trips, and he, again, saves her.
At least he is good at something...
We're slaves
In this medicated cage
Make a decision to face this - change.
The rules they don't explain
So why do we obey?
"Why don't you take her home?" I suggest, narrowing my eyes at him. "You better not do anything to her while she is drunk, or I'll chop off that stick you call your dick, and make you eat it for lunch." I put my hands on my hips, tap my foot, and glare at him to show him I mean business.
"I would never-" he starts, but I wave him off with a nod and smile.
"Night, Eddikins and Bellsy." I giggle at Bella's sloppy wave, and trying to make-out with Edward.
Politics, religion, your vision's the same
You played us, as both a cancer and a cure
Which reminds me that it's just a game
You're alibi - a sales pitch
Your pretty boy, pretty face dolled up again
A star for us to adore
And you man you've got to be more
Cause this effects all.
A/N: Music by; Karnivool, "Set Fire to the Hive."