Stephenie has it all. I just decided to play with her characters and add some of mine.
For now, it is in BPOV, but that may change. Pictures of the characters on my web, here: http:/ newdawn-newday-newlife . webs . com/ residentadviser . htm. As you know by now, remove the spaces.
THANK YOU, GUYS! I never expected so many reviews or story Alerts/Favorites or hits. You are great! This is seriously my only story to recieve such feedback! I may update every weekend, I'm not sure yet.
I will post teasers on the link above mentioned. I already posted one for this chapter, but I don't think anyone read it... Anyway, on with the story. This week...I sort of forgot to add one, but next one, I surely will. I don't know if I will update for Christmas.
Now, beta'd by Pastiche. Lethe and Kimmydonn.
The business meeting went by fairly fast and smoothly. He actually behaved, and we wrote down some things to tell people. The meeting with everyone else…was a different story. They were listening, some taking notes which amused me. Until Emmett happened.
He raised his hand, grinning innocently.
"What, Emmett?" Edward snapped, annoyed that his brother had stopped his speech.
"What would you do in case of a fire?"
I saved him by saying a few of the 101 things I knew from Charlie. Emmett glowered at me and sat back down.
Not ten minutes later, the lights went off. Of course, the girls started screeching.
"And in this case….what would you do?" I heard Emmett ask in a high pinched voice followed by his howl in pain, probably Rose hit him again.
"Okay! Don't panic!" I yelled at everyone.
"Are they really out or is this Emmett's doing?" I whispered to Edward.
"They are. The whole campus is dark," he stated. Freaking perfect. "Okay, people! Use your phones or lighters to go back to your rooms! Don't set anything on fire while you are at it. And if you light candles… don't forget about them!" Edward yelled over everyone's voices.
As I fished for my phone to go back to my room, I felt Edward's hand on mine. "Wait."
He took me to his room where we stayed in dark, on the opposite sides of the room: me, on the couch and him on the bed.
"We can't go anywhere and talk. So… we'll talk here," he suggested.
"Talk," I said, becoming irritated.
"What should I tell you? I mean, you know-"
"Whatever you want," I muttered, getting comfortable on the couch.
"Don't put your feet on the leather!" he shouted, making me jump startled.
"Do you have cat eyes?" I asked, annoyed and took my shoes off then lounged on the couch.
"I got nine lives, cat's eyes - usin' every one of them and running wild," Edward sang. "Who sings it?" he mused after a second.
I realized we wouldn't be doing much. He couldn't be serious, not even for a second.
"ACDC. Back in black," I supplied, wishing he would start talking about himself or the arrangement.
"YES! I love that song." He grinned then sobered up quickly. "So, what would you like to happen? Keep in mind that I haven't had a relationship before."
"Is it that weird to go out with one girl? There are tons throwing themselves at you! Choose one," I groaned.
"I chose," he said quietly.
"Oh…you don't know anything about me, and I'm only your siblings' friend."
"I know more about you than I know about all the girls I've been with, combined," Edward said seriously.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, intrigued.
"It's easier." He shrugged. "But I'm willing to try," he hurriedly said when I sighed loudly.
"You do realize that you hurt the girls… by acting like this."
"I guess… but they should know I don't date."
There was a loud knock on his door, and I let out a single scream, scared.
"Hold up!" Edward shouted, jumped off the bed and went to the door. I heard him whispering angrily at whoever was there, then a high-pitched girly voice screeched, something that I couldn't understand, and finally the door closed behind him, leaving me alone in his room. I couldn't believe him! I waited five minutes then decided to go to my room, since he wasn't coming back. As I approached the door, I heard him whispering to someone fast, trying to deny something.
"It's not that. I just forgot, Claire."
"You didn't forget! You always do this! You promised me," she hissed. I could tell she was crying.
"Oh Jesus, stop crying! You should have known what would happen when you threw yourself at me. I don't even remember being with you, in all honesty! I was fucking wasted at that party."
I gaped at the door, unable to grasp the margins of his insensibility. I decided against leaving the room or I'd stir up a whole load shit of murmurs behind my back. I turned back to the couch and waited.
My phone buzzed and I opened it to read the message.
Where are you? ~A
I'm okay, don't worry. B I sent it and lay down on the couch.
The door opened and Edward came back in, sulking.
"Sorry about that. I swear, they are so stupid," he muttered and plopped on the bed.
"You're an insensible bastard!" I hissed.
"What have I done now?" he groaned. "Wait, don't tell me! Swan has a bad side to her, she eavesdrops!" he chuckled.
"So what if I did? How could you tell her that?"
"Should I have invited her in? You're confusing me. One second you want me to behave and date, and the next you want a threesome!"
I threw my hands up in the air and groaned loudly. "You missed the point entirely!" I hissed. "You weren't supposed to tell her that you forgot about sleeping with her! What kind of jerk does that?"
"But, I thought I wasn't supposed to lie."
"You want to try this dating thing?" I asked, getting more annoyed by the second.
"Sure," Edward said confidently and came next to me on the couch. "What do I do?"
"What would you normally do when you liked someone?"
"Normally, girls are coming to me," he said, smirking.
"Think that you liked this girl and she won't pay attention to you." I smirked as his eyes widened. "How would you approach her?"
"Ehh annoy her to death until she caves? I mean… they all like me, deep down inside," he chuckled and raked a hand through his hair.
"Self-conceited bastard!" I groaned and banged my head on the arm of the couch.
"How would you approach her?" he countered, glaring at me and shoving my feet off the couch.
"I don't need to approach any girl," I said sarcastically. "But for your information, it would be nice to talk normally with her and try to learn more about her. Maybe buy her something… go with her to a movie or restaurant… I don't know!" I was telling him what I thought might happen. I had never had a relationship, and he wasn't going to find out about that.
"Movie! We can do that!" he shouted.
"No girl in their right mind, considering your background, would go with you to a movie on the first date."
"Don't people kiss on the first date?" He was clueless.
"If the date went well, the girl, or the boy, may try it at the door of the girl's house," I sighed. This was a lost case.
"Try?" Cullen groaned. "Say… Let's go to a pub."
I couldn't place him in a pub. The image was foreign to me.
"As long as you promise not to get me drunk…"
"Never, Swan," he said, honestly.
"For future reference, it's rude to talk or stare at other girls while you are on a date."
"You'll have my undivided attention. I promise."
"I wasn't talking about me. This is just to get you used to the idea. Don't expect me to kiss you," I hissed.
"Whoa! Wait a fucking moment! What do you mean? How would I know when to do it?"
"I'll tell you when you should be doing it. That doesn't mean you have to do it."
This was more for my benefit. I didn't want to get hurt. I knew he'd screw it, somehow.
"Alright, Swan. Next week. Choose a day."
"You choose a day. You come- scratch that. This is for future notice. When you date, you get the girl from her house or room. In our case, we'll meet somewhere."
"Christ," he muttered. "Friday night?" He cocked his head to a side and regarded me.
"Sounds good."
"After practice." He nodded and slumped on the couch.
"And a shower," I added.
"And a shower," he agreed, chuckling. "So…? What do we do now?"
"Now, I'm going back to my room."
"Already? Stay longer. I mean… there's no light." Before I could ask if he felt alright, both our phones took off.
"What Emmett?" he asked, annoyed. I thought he'd play nice.
"Alice?" I asked in my phone.
"Where are you?" she asked. I could hear Emmett saying, "Come to my room."
Edward answered him as I told Alice. "Around. Want me to come to your room?"
"Emmett's. Try not to trip on the stairs," she laughed and hung up.
"On my way, bye," Edward groaned and turned to me, hanging up. "Emmett's, right?"
"Yes. We met in the hallway," I said, glaring at him.
"Okay. After you." He chuckled and opened the door. He flipped his phone open, on the stairs, illuminating them. I still clung to the banister as I ascended, step by step.
"Today, Swan," he groaned.
"Go ahead. I'm not in a hurry. I'd like to survive this trip."
"You're too slow," he mumbled, and I found myself on his shoulders again.
"Put me down. Now, Cullen!" I yelled.
"Scared of high places, Swan?"
"I thought we were at the first name thing," I grumbled and propped my elbow on his head.
"OW! Jesus, don't dig in my scalp! And you called me Cullen, too." He wasn't missing a beat. I didn't move my elbow.
On the last step, he stumbled and I thought we'd smash our heads to the ground, but somehow, he turned me and I fell on top of him.
"Fuck! My leg," he moaned. I couldn't move. I felt the moan in his chest as I was pressed so tightly to him. My stomach squirmed at the feeling.
"Where does it hurt?" I whispered and rolled off him, scrambling up. He got up, staggering.
"My ankle. I might have… twisted it. You're in one piece?" Did Cullen just sound concerned? His face was surely showing it.
"I'm fine. Thanks to you," I smiled.
"Good. Let's go before they call the cops," he snickered, but I could see he wasn't well. I opened the door to Emmett and Japer's room.
"At least!" he shouted. "Oh, you found Bella!"
"Yeah, on the stairs," Edward lied and slumped in a chair. I bit my lip and watched him worried.
"What happened to you? Run into another jealous boyfriend?" Emmett asked obnoxiously.
"Fell on the stairs." I was surprised by this new, honest Edward.
"You're forbidden to go anywhere near him!" Emmett shouted at me. "We have a game in a month!"
"It's not my fault!" I hissed.
"It was me, don't blame her. Do you have a wrap?"
I was aware of Rose's smirk and Alice's knowing look. They had been right. I had liked Cullen all along. It was his way with girls that annoyed me. But maybe because I liked him that was why I was annoyed.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised when I entered the arena.
"Watching the practice. Our deal… remember?" I hinted and sat down on a chair.
"Well yes, of course! But tonight… shouldn't you be getting dressed?"
"Do I look naked to you?"
"No! Ehh girls usually stay for hours in-"
"I'm not Alice," I informed him.
"Cullen!" His coach shouted.
"Shower and then… we'll meet outside the building?" he asked. I nodded and he left, but not before he winked. I felt my blush making an appearance, to my horror. I won't become one of those girls! I'm just helping him. Keep telling yourself that, Swan. I scowled at my inner self. She wasn't helping.
"Dinner? Our room?" Rose asked, coming next to me.
"Ehh uhh ahh." Very convincing.
"Bella?"
"I can't. I have to… finish an essay," I lied, after I ranked my brain furiously for the best lie.
"Not you, too!" she groaned.
"What's wrong?" I whispered.
"Well, Jazz has to study for a test, you have an essay and, to my great surprise, Edward has a date. Can you believe that?"
I choked on my spit. Why did he tell her that?
"Really?" I was truly surprised. I didn't expect him to talk about it.
"I'd love to see who fell for this cheap trick. He doesn't date. Must be a new girl," she mused.
"Maybe," I allowed. I was new at this.
"You really like him?" she whispered, leaning into me. I shrugged, not liking where this was leading. "No matter what happens, if this works for him or not… I'll talk with Alice and we'll make him see you."
"NO! Rosalie, please, no. I don't want to get hurt. I'm just trying to be friendly, now. Baby steps, you know?"
"I'm here, if you need me."
"Thanks," I whispered.
"Coming?" she asked when they finished.
"I'm going to buy a coffee and then I'm going to my room. Have a good night," I said to her, grinning.
"Be careful."
I waited against the brick wall of the arena, wrapped in my hoodie, hoping no one would notice me. My plan worked. Not even Cullen recognized me. He was the last to come out, his leather jacket zipped up, hands in his pockets, looking around confused.
"Pssst!"
He whirled around and grinned a toothy white smile to me - the Colgate kind.
"Thought you ditched me. I heard about Rosalie's plan," he mumbled and came to me.
"That would have been interesting. A girl to stand you up," I laughed and started walking. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Pub."
"Where?"
"Hard rock Café. We'll take my car."
I've heard of it. It was a Rock pub. What gave it away, Bella? I couldn't answer that. I was going somewhere with Cullen. Alone.
We drove in silence, and I realized that we shared the love for the same music. He hadn't lied. He had a Foreigner CD.
"We're here." He was nervous. I had lived to see this day.
"Come on. It's going to be fun! Think of this as a night out with a friend," I said lightly.
"Now, we're friends? Okay, Swan." He got out of the car and I followed him to the pub. "What do you drink?" he yelled in my ear.
"I don't know."
"Beer?" I threw him a look, which he returned mockingly. "Orange juice? They might beat us if I ask for that."
"Beer, fine," I huffed. "I'll go look for a table." He nodded and made his way to the bar as I looked for a table. Cullen made it back with two beers and two big sandwiches.
"I thought we'd eat first or drink and eat, whatever you want." He shrugged and sat next to me. I expected him to sit across from me, not near me, pressing against my thigh.
"What's this?" I asked, opening the sandwich.
"California Chicken Club Sandwich. It's very good, trust me. I've had it before." He winked. Again.
"This," I gestured between us, "Is just to get you an idea of what to do! Stop trying to…" I stopped, trying to choose the right word.
"Seduce you? Really, Swan!" he scoffed and bit on his sandwich. He moaned loudly and wriggled his sandwich in front of me. "Eat."
I bit tentatively on mine and when the rich combination touched my tongue, I moaned loudly. Luckily, the sound was drowned by the loud music.
"Is this what you had in mind? Or is this a horrible idea for a first date?" Edward asked, after he finished his food and half his beer. I had barely touched mine.
"I told you. You should talk with the girl first THEN ask her on a date. Know what she likes, at least. Maybe she doesn't like rock music."
"But you like it," he said, confused.
"I do, but maybe, let's say… Rebecca doesn't."
"It's over," he mumbled. "I might have done that just to annoy Jake."
"You are immature," I laughed, despite myself.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed, suddenly, nearly choking on his beer. "I love this one!"
"What?" I asked, puzzled. Speaking of immature.
"The song!"
"I thought you didn't like the blond dude!" I mocked him.
"Wanted Dead or Alive is epic, Bella! I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back, I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back, I been everywhere, and I'm standing tall, I've seen a million faces an I've rocked them all." The guy could sing. I was in awe. I had no idea he had such a good voice.
"Music was my second choice," he chuckled.
"You'd make good money if you started singing," I said, still dazed.
A black, bald man came to get our bottles, but he took only Edward's when he saw mine was half empty.
"Another round," Edward said. "Drink up, Bella."
"I thought you didn't want to get me drunk!"
"From a beer?" he asked incredulously. I already felt light headed.
"You shouldn't drink more. You have to get us back, in one piece."
"I will. After five, I start talking about my secrets," he teased, and thanked the man when he brought us another round. Edward paid for them.
"Crap! They play this kind of music?" I asked, stunned. Whiskey Lullaby was blaring through the speakers. I couldn't believe my ears.
"Sometimes. Don't you like it?"
"I like it a lot, actually."
"I don't," he laughed, and took a healthy gulp of his beer.
I started humming along with the song; I was at the "La la" part.
"You didn't tell me you had a voice!" he mocked me.
"I don't!" I nearly shouted and blushed.
"I like it," he said, frowning. I frowned back and we both started laughing.
If someone would have told me at the beginning of this year that I'd talk with Cullen, I'd say they were mad, and if someone would have told me that I'd be on a date and be laughing with him, I'd lock them in a mental institute.
"These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there's only future
There's only here, there's only now"
We were both singing and I was swaying slightly. I was on my third beer, and he was on his fifth. I should be expecting dirty secrets from him, soon.
"These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
and you've got to hold them, in your heart"
Something had changed during this song. Cullen was staring at me intensely and I couldn't put my finger on what his gaze held.
"I'd say we've had enough," I whispered after I downed the last drop of my third beer.
"You think?" he asked sarcastically, his nose pink. "I think… you should drive."
"I can't walk straight!" I protested.
"You want to get back safe?" I nodded. "Then… you drive."
"Never do this on a first date!" I tried to chide him but ended up laughing.
"I'll do my best." He winked and got up. "You think he'd kick my ass if I asked for two bottles of water?"
"Not sure. He shouldn't. You bought his beer," I said thoughtfully.
We even got the water on house. The barman took pity on us, surely, when he saw Edward fumbling for his wallet.
"Wait here. I need to go to the bathroom," I told him after drinking half of my water.
"Sure. I'm here." He leaned against a wall and drank from his bottle. I found him in the same place, except his water was gone.
"Don't you need to go, too?"
"I've been three times. I'm fine."
Halfway to campus, he made me stop and went to piss in a dark alley. I prayed that he wouldn't get caught by the cops. He came back grinning.
"Don't do that on a first date, either," I said.
"I've heard that," he laughed. "I nearly fought with a guy. He implied it was his street and I shouldn't piss on his wall!"
That was hilarious. I tried to focus on the road as I kept laughing. I parked in the spot he told me and cut the engine.
"I really do need a new car," I said.
"What's yours?"
"You don't want to know. It's dead, anyway."
"I know a bit about cars," he offered and got out. He knew a bit about everything!
"See that red one?" I pointed to my rustled truck.
"The little one, right?" he asked, watching a small sporty car.
"No, the truck. Don't say anything," I advised him.
"Ah damn! That one should be in a museum!" he chuckled. "What happened to it?"
"Died when I made it here."
"I'll take a look at it if you want. What now?" he asked, turning to me.
"We go to our rooms and sleep off the booze."
"I thought you said something about a hypothetic kiss."
"Did you have fun?"
"I still am having fun," he chuckled, and opened the door of our dorm building. "After all that beer, everything is fun."
"I had fun too," I admitted.
"That means… under other circumstances… I would have kissed my date?" he asked, hopefully.
"Yes. Just a kiss. Close mouuu-" I stumbled over a stairs and started laughing hysterically when I fell on the stair.
"Are you okay? And what do you mean… close mouthed?" He was in shock. I was on my feet again and with his help, I made it safely to our floor.
"Just what you heard. Haven't you done it before?"
"No," he answered, shocked. "You?"
"We're talking about you," I blurted out. No need for him to know about my non-existent experience.
"I don't know about that… Care to show me how to do it?" he asked, cockily.
"Just don't stick your tongue down the girl's throat. That means closed mouthed."
"Can't we… experience it?"
Maybe Alice was right. Maybe he wanted me to be the next girl. And now, he was playing my game.
"We can't. I told you," I insisted, but only imagined his lips on mine.
"I say… we should," he murmured and backed me in a wall. "How would I know what to do if you don't show me?"
I glanced around, trying to think clearly, but that seemed impossible with him so close. I peeked up at him, his eyes a forest green. I gathered all my wits and pecked his mouth then ducked under his arm and stumbled to my door. My lips were tingling and begging me to go back and let him shove his tongue down my throat.
After I opened the door, I looked to him. He was where I had left him, looking at me and touching a finger to his lips. I closed the door after me and went to bed, taking my clothes off. What the hell was wrong with me? Not a few weeks ago, I hated the mere name of Edward Cullen. I was sick at the sight of him and now… I made him my first kiss? I was disgusted with myself.
But you had fun.
That was irrelevant. He could be funny when he's behaving.
Maybe he'll change, just as the girls had told me.
I fell asleep, thinking of him. I was slowly, but surely, turning in one of those girls.
I woke up a thousand times during the night and drank all the water in the room. Then, around six, I gave up trying to sleep and went for a shower. After that, I felt better and I changed into my running clothes. I grabbed my iPod and dashed out the door, sprinting down the stairs only to have the shock of my life. Or not really, considering this was Seattle. It was raining, heavily. I crouched down to lace again my stubborn shoelace and when I rose, I was face to face with Cullen.
"Tell me, you aren't going to run in that!" he muttered.
"Why are you awake?"
"Your little routine grew on me. But when I saw it was raining and saw you… here, I couldn't let you do this."
"I'll be fine. A few rounds and I'm back," I told him, shoved the ear buds in their place and started a leisure jog through the rain. Who would have thought that rain could be relaxing?
I was focused on Elvis and my feet so I didn't see or hear Cullen sneaking behind me. An ear bud disappeared from my ear, again.
"Sw- Bella, last night was really… fun," he whispered, staying too close for comfort. He was invading my personal space.
"Leave me alone!" I didn't know why I was so angry… maybe because of his behavior last night. He had been too pushy.
"No," he said simply and gazed at me intensely. One hand landed on my cheek and the other was behind my neck, pressed on my hoodie. Please don't do what I think you want to do.
"Cullen, have you heard of personal space?" I hissed.
He pressed further into me. "Yes, of course. I'm invading yours, right?" he asked, cockily.
I was aware of Elvis shouting about 'Burning Love' as I watched Cullen's burning eyes, which were trained on my lips.
"Please, no," I whispered when he leaned closer. No one was on my side. Even Elvis told me to back down by crooning 'Can't Help Falling in Love'.
"Yes." Cullen nodded, taking my cheeks in his hands and lowering his head. I was putty in his hands as much as I hated it. I stopped breathing when he touched my lips. Last night had been bitter sweet, now I was getting the full taste of Edward Cullen. And holy crap, did he taste good! My hands went to his hair of their own accord; it was so soft despite the rain. I started wondering if he always kissed like this, so slow and soft, or it was just for me.
He never tried to open my mouth and after a minute, he leaned his forehead on mine. I saw a light smirk forming on his lips.
"I won't be cruel," he chuckled.
"What?" I asked, dazed.
"Elvis," he answered and gazed at me. "Last night… I might have been too drunk. I don't remember much of it. I hope I didn't do anything too terrible."
I decided to fun have with him. "You pushed me into a wall and started molesting me." It was half-true. His eyes widened.
"What? What did I do?" He was horrified and I couldn't help but laugh. "Don't joke with this."
"The first part it's true," I announced him. My hands were still in his hair, playing with it.
I realized that he had kissed me, in the rain. What was he trying to prove?
"I should… go," I said after a few moments.
"I'll walk you back," he decided and put an arm around my shoulders. "You want to do that again?"
His question and forwardness bewildered me.
Yes, my heart said, pounding loudly.
No, my brain countered.
"What?" I shouted and turned to him, trying to shake his arm off.
"Last night. A night out or something?"
He really was trying to change. My lips and heart were disappointed.
"Well… haven't you figured out what to do?"
"I need a second date. Maybe a movie?"
"You're incorrigible!" I groaned and entered the building.
"How soon should the second one be after the first? I have practice again, tonight."
"There's no hurry. And a movie sounds nice, as long as you behave."
"Don't I always?"
"Sorry to break it to you, but you aren't an angel, Cullen!"
"Never claimed to be one," he shot back.
We were back to our bickering. Great. This was what I liked, better than the mushy stuff.
But you liked when he kissed you!
Shut UP!
"Cocky bastard!" I hissed.
"Now, don't start this, you're ruining my fun," he grumbled. His arm tightened around my neck and for a wild second I thought he'd get me in a head lock.
"Get your hands off me!"
"You liked it earlier," he whispered in my ear and pressed my head to his chest. His chest… that I had seen very closely some time ago.
"I can't breathe!" I shouted, the sound muffled by his shirt. I pushed against his chest, hoping he'd release me.
"See? I knew you couldn't resist touching me."
"Release me before I give you a serious bruise," I hissed and knocked my fist to his ribs.
"Ow!" he groaned, but tightened his arms around me. "Who taught you to punch?"
"Not hitting like a girl, am I?" I said proudly and jabbed my fist in his ribs again.
"No, Jesus, no! Stop hitting me."
"Then let me go," I countered and pinched his side, making him shriek. Hmm…he was ticklish.
"Tell me who taught you to punch."
"My Dad. Did I forget to mention it? He's the chief of police back home."
"Why didn't you say that from the beginning?" Cullen groaned and let me go.
"Are you scared?"
"Me? Of whom?"
"Me… my dad…"
"Plleeeehhase."
"They're back at it!" I heard Emmett's voice from behind me.
"You are so scared! I lived to see the day you were scared!" I laughed.
"I'm not!" Cullen hissed, glancing at his brother.
"Bella, I have a question about an essay," Rose said from my left. I haven't heard or seen her. "Now."
"Go! You heard her!" Cullen smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him and before he realized what I did, I pinched him again then dashed to Rose's room.
"You'll pay for that, Swan!" he yelled after me.
"Care to explain what that was?" Rose asked, after closing the door behind her.
"I'm back!" I screamed, happy. "We're back to fighting." I was grinning like a fool.
"You're so gone!" Alice moaned from behind me. "None of those other girls had acted like this. Maybe he has a different effect on you," she mused.
"He's still a jerk. And I know his secret!" I smirked. My inner self was rubbing her hands together, waiting for the first sign of weakness.
"What would that be?" Rose asked, bored.
"He's ticklish!" I laughed, convulsing on her bed.
"If you had asked, I could have told you that. Emmett and I had so much fun with that when we were kids," Alice giggled, her eyes far away, a dreamy smile on her face.
Their door banged to the wall and, before I could comprehend what happened, someone pinned me to the bed.
"What did I tell you, Boop?"
"Ehhh? What do you need? I'd like to breathe again, Emmett," I whispered.
"Later," he dismissed me. What? I couldn't breathe! "I told you that he has to be whole!"
"Wh-at?" I gasped, fighting for air.
"Honey, she can't breathe," Rose said slowly.
"Later. Boop, we're friends and everything. You don't get basketball, that's cool. But don't harm the captain."
"Emm-ehtt!" I gasped and pushed against his chest. He disappeared from atop of me. Edward had shoved him aside. "Thanks," I whispered.
"Don't mention it," he replied. "Before you rushed here, you should have let me finish talking!"
"You said… I saw her!"
"You think I have enough force to do more than bruise him? Or incapacitate him to play?" I asked, incredulously.
"She's just a girl!" Cullen hissed. "Despise the fact that she can really throw a punch, all thanks to her police dad," he finished, grumbling.
"Can I send him flowers?" Alice whispered in my ear, making me laugh.
"He will love you, anyway," I whispered to her.
"This is priceless! I never thought I'd see the day you'd back each other up!" Rose laughed.
"I'm not backing anyone up!" Edward and I shouted at the same time.
"Oh, you're so cute!" Alice giggled. I wanted to strangle her.
"How did the date go last night?" I froze and turned to Emmett. Edward seemed frozen, too, but he regained his self-control fast.
"Good, I guess. There'll be definitely a second one." He grinned and glanced at me with the corner of his eye. "I have to go now to talk with Anderson about tonight. See you later!" He then left.
"DATE?" Alice shrieked and eyed me curiously. I shrugged and tried to escape.
"I'm going to study for a test." I rushed out and advanced to the door.
"I really do need your help," Rose told me.
"Fine," I conceded and asked what she needed.
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