Back again! I wanted to update again this past weekend but I broke my butt, literally lol. I pulled/hyperextended/tore my gluteus medias and ended up at the hospital Saturday night. By the time I got home and was properly medicated and able to move without agonizing pain, I passed out instead of posting. I'm finally feeling better and got a few more chapters under my belt so here we go! Hope you enjoy!

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Cover Girl Chapter 6

It was almost one in the morning before Edward made it back to the hotel room. Emmett was downstairs in the casino enjoying himself and Edward was exhausted. He had to be up early the next day to head to UNLV and had been trying to extricate himself from Emmett's grasp for nearly three hours. Every time he thought he had done so successfully, Emmett pulled him back in with something else. Edward had finally gotten wise and pointed Emmett toward the casino and told him to go gamble since he couldn't. Emmett took the hint and Edward ran for the safety of his temporary bed.

After another shower, he crashed, just barely remembering to set the alarm on his cell phone before falling into a deep sleep. When he woke the next morning to the annoying sound of a rooster, he smacked at his cell phone until it shut up and rolled out of bed.

Half asleep he dressed, brushed his teeth, and grabbed everything he figured he'd need. On his way out of the room, he checked on Emmett and found him sleeping, fully dressed, on top of the covers. Edward went back into the attached suite and grabbed the comforter off of the extra bed and threw it over Emmett before heading out.

He sent him a text message on his way down to the lobby letting him know where he was going and when he would be back, and hoped that Emmett slept most of the day away. It appeared that he had stayed up entirely too late, and judging by the way he had been snoring, he hadn't been asleep for long.

The valet was quick with Edward's car and he punched in the address for UNLV, and then began navigating his way towards the campus. He was shocked to find that it was only a mile and a half from the casino. He hadn't realized they were that close with how busy he was the day before. The campus was only a few blocks from the main strip, and Edward wondered what the dropout rate was when the financial funds came in and students lost them gambling instead of paying for their classes.

He found a parking spot and headed towards the admissions building. He was scheduled to meet with Mr. Banner, his academic advisor, but the short drive made him earlier than he had planned, so he slowly meandered his way there, taking in the views of the campus on his way.

When he finally reached the building, he checked in and waited to be called for his scheduled meeting. It took about twenty minutes, but he was eventually greeted by a man in his early forties who introduced himself as Mr. Banner. Edward enthusiastically returned the greeting and the two headed to Mr. Banner's office to discuss the courses, the college and campus, and Edward's plans should he enroll.

Nearly three hours later, Edward left Mr. Banner's office more than absolute in his resolve that UNLV was the college for him. He had even preemptively filled out the enrollment package and was leafing through pamphlets on degrees as he walked across one of the grass common areas. His nose was buried so far in the Computer Science program information that he wasn't looking where he was going and ran into something soft, yet hard.

If the sudden jolt to his body wasn't enough to pull him out of the papers, the feminine cry definitely perked his attention, and Edward found himself reacting before thinking, and catching the girl he had nearly bulldozed over.

His quick reflexes from four years of high school football helped him, and he caught her right before she face-planted the ground. Edward pulled her up until her back was to his chest, and only then did he realize where exactly his hands had grabbed when he attempted to save the girl he had run over.

Quickly releasing her breasts, which he couldn't help but notice fit perfectly in his palms, he dropped to the ground muttering apologies as he began to pick up the books and papers that had gone flying in the collision.

"Sorry, wasn't looking…didn't mean to…please forgive me…" Edward said, not even completely finishing one apology before starting another.

"Don't worry, I wasn't paying attention either," the girl said in a melodic voice that made Edward stop what he was doing and finally look at her.

She didn't seem to notice that he was staring, which gave him ample time to take all of her in. She had long chestnut brown hair, but when her head moved a few tendrils burst into a brilliant shade of red in the sun. Her skin was milky white, an odd contrast to the harsh desert climate and bright sun. She had a small frame, gently rounded shoulders, delicate fingers that Edward wanted to caress with his own. And when she looked up at him, he almost forgot to breathe from the sheer beauty captured in her face.

Her lips were full, but not large, perfectly kissable. Her eyes were big and round and the most alluring shade of brown he had ever seen. Her nose had a gentle slope that perfectly complimented the rest of her, and when her cheeks tinged pink with a blush, she was like a living and breathing Snow White. Even dressed in a size too big t-shirt, skinny jeans with one too many rips in the knee that Edward could tell had been earned and not bought, and a pair of beat up Converse, she was absolutely stunning. There was something familiar about her as well, something that he knew he should realize, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

However, her perfect face morphed into an odd expression as she stared back at Edward, and it was only then that he realized he was staring at her, not speaking, and probably resembling a complete moron.

"Oh shit, sorry. You must think I'm an idiot," Edward said, handing her the rest of her things as they both slowly stood. "It's just, you look like someone I know, though I can't quite say who it is that you could be."

"Well, a lot of people know me around here; I'm a T.A. and get bribes often from the freshmen to boost their grades. Are you in one of the classes I assist with?" the girl asked in her perfect voice.

"Oh, no, actually I'm not even a student here yet; I'm still in high school. I'm just here visiting to tour the campus, check out the school, and all that," he replied suddenly feeling like a kid with the admission that he wasn't even in college yet.

"Well, welcome to UNLV, then. I'm Bella Swan. Nice to meet you," the girl, Bella, introduced herself and offered her hand, which Edward eagerly took.

To say that sparks flew when their skin met was an understatement, her hand felt like home as he took hold, and Edward nearly forgot how to speak, but thankfully remembered his manners at the last moment.

"Um, yeah, likewise. I'm Edward, Edward Cullen," he replied while still slowly shaking Bella's hand, his eyes glued on her face.

As he watched, her smile slowly dropped, her face scrunched up, and then her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open.

"Oh my god! Edward Cullen? No way!" she exclaimed and Edward had no idea why she was so shocked at knowing his name. "You don't remember me at all, do you?" she asked, her hand slipping from his as she moved to put her armful of belongings on the ground before she began to dig through her messenger bag. "You aren't going to believe me when I tell you, so I'm going to show you something and see if it jogs your memory."

Edward just stood there staring at the odd, beautiful girl, entranced and waiting to see what would happen next. She squealed excitedly and quickly stood back up, a small album clutched in her hand. She began flipping through the pages and then spun it around, pointing to one page in particular, and Edward's eyes scrunched up as he looked at the old photograph.

He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw himself sitting before him, only seven years younger in the photo. He was shirtless and in a pair of cutoff jeans, the frayed strings sticking every which way. He was eating a grape popsicle, his lips taking on the hue of the sweet treat. Beside him sat a small girl with way too much hair for her head. It frizzed in every direction. She had thick, dark rimmed glasses that swallowed her face whole. She was clutching a book in one hand and a cherry popsicle in the other, her lips also tinted from her frozen treat.

Edward knew instantly who the girl was that was sitting beside him in the photo, and he couldn't stop the flashback that the picture brought on.

Edward had grown tired of the older boys picking on him and leaving him out of their games because he was a 'baby' as they put it. He had run to his room to hide out, furiously wiping the tears from his face at their name calling. He slammed his door shut and collapsed on his bed, angry and frustrated.

Why couldn't Emmett make his friends let Edward join in? Why did they have to refuse to let him play? He wasn't a baby! He was almost eleven! They just thought they were so cool since they had all turned thirteen and they didn't want to play with a baby they said. They were only two years older, but they were in middle school and thought they were so much older.

Edward may have been only ten, but he was much smarter than kids in his class and was already reading books that his brother struggled with. He got picked on at school for being a nerd, but his mom made sure to tell him that they were just jealous and didn't understand why he was so smart.

Edward often found comfort in his books, hiding away in his bedroom to read for hours and hours. He even had a little spot in his closet that he would curl up in, turn on his reading lamp, and disappear. He found it was a useful spot when the older boys decided to pick on him. He hated that his mom watched so many other kids during the summer. It was supposed to be his vacation, not punishment.

He got up and went to grab his book, ready to hide away for a few hours and read his anger away, but it wasn't there. Wondering if he left it in the closet, he opened the door and dropped to his knees to crawl in, he saw something move inside and jumped backwards. He ran to his bedside table and grabbed a flashlight, shining it in the dark corner. He nearly screamed when he saw the massive amount of dark fur moving inside. He was sure that some wild animal had gotten into their house and was making a home in his closet, waiting to eat him while he slept.

Before he could go get his mom, the wild beast moved and lifted its head, and that was when he saw that it wasn't an animal at all, but the new girl that his mom had started babysitting, Isabella Swan.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Edward screamed at her and she quickly crawled out of his special reading spot clutching the very book he was looking for.

She didn't say anything as she dropped the book and started to run towards the bedroom door. But as she scurried to get out of his room she caught her arm on the corner of his dresser, scraping it badly enough that she began to bleed. The moment she saw the blood she grew pale, began to sway, and then Edward found himself catching her as she fainted and landed sprawled on him. It was how he first felt a breast, or lack thereof since she was only twelve at the time. But to a ten year old, it was a total boob grab and helped to cement Dizzy Izzy in his memory forever.

After that rocky start, the two spent a lot of time together by way of exclusion from the other kids around the house, one of the times being when his mother snapped that picture of them sitting side by side. They had been talking about the book she had, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

"Dizzy Izzy?" Edward asked as he looked up at the beautiful woman named Bella who stood before him.

She looked at him for a moment, and then he was rubbing his chest the next as she balled up her tiny fist and punched him hard.

"Don't call me that!"

She quickly grabbed her stuff, tucking the album back into her bag, and turned quickly on her heels, huffing away angrily. Edward stood there stunned for a moment, and then gave chase, eager to find out if Bella was really Dizzy Izzy, and if so, apologize to her for calling her that as he didn't want to insult the most beautiful woman he had ever seen before.

And we have Bella! Hope you enjoyed and there is more of her to come! See you this weekend!