I am still not the awesome owner of twilight…that would be S.M. and I sure as hell aint as cool. I do however make the characters do naughty things and say really bad shit so this story is MA and not for the youngsters it's for us perverted adults.

Yes the chapter is late. I've been sick as hell with a cold and bronchitis so bite me. Lol. You're lucky you get it at all because like myself my beta Mandee is "feeling like ass under a bunch of asses". I'm with ya on that one girlie. Thank you very much for crawling out of your sick bed to edit the chapter.

I also have to give a huge ass thanks to Scarlett Isabella for sending me a wonderful pic for the blog…girl you know I needed my shanties after I saw that. Keep em coming lol.

Jess…you rule, and I know you are writing your little heart out so I gave you a break this chap, but I love ya anyway.

Wow the responses to the last chapter were amazing. I can't believe all you pervs out there lol. I never thought I would have so many readers or these wonderful reviews after each chapter. I do read them all. I also try to answer each and every one. If I did not get to yours I'm sorry.

I do have to say one thing to clear up a review I received. I personally am trying to make the sex as realistic as possible. It may not be the standard FF extended orgasmic moment, but realistically men are done when they are done lol. Or at least in my experience they are lol.

Now on with the story and pay close attention, because it's an eye opening one.

Chapter 9: Flag on the play

EPOV

I always thought that "love at first sight" bullshit was for girls and gay men, but I Edward Cullen was changing that entire perspective. I knew it had only been a couple of months that Isabella and I had been dating, but I was completely absorbed. When she wasn't in class and I wasn't away playing a game we would spend every fucking minute together doing normal shit. I was actually very fucking content on just sitting around doing absolutely nothing with her, which surprised the shit out of even me.

Classifying what we had as love though was a stretch. I was definitely infatuated and absorbed, but love was definitely not what I was in. I didn't do love, so it was impossible.

It was the first of December and I had just gotten back from a rough week. We had an away game against the Saints, which we won, and I took an early flight because I was missing the fuck out of her. I also decided while I was gone to ask her something I had never asked another woman in my life. I wanted to ask her to meet my parents at Christmas. I knew she hated Forks, and had told me on many occasions she would rather die than go back, but I really wanted this. I had been sweating bullets because of what I wanted to do. I took a chance and went to the university so I could do what I had planned but now I wasn't so sure if it was worth it anymore.

"Fuck," I spat as I sat down next to Emmett at the bar. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I growled frustrated at the day I'd had.

"Besides being an asshole and a womanizing, pain in the ass bastard?" he chuckled and motioned to the waitress to bring me a beer.

"Ha-ha very fucking funny" I groaned because I was not in the mood for his sarcastic ass.

"What the fuck is your problem now?" he asked as he took a drink of his beer.

"My fucking girlfriend's the fucking problem." I spat setting the dozen white long stem roses I had gotten for Bella on the counter.

"Oh you shouldn't have," Emmett said picking them up.

"Fuck you they're for Bella asshole…or they were anyway." I said grabbing them out of his hand and putting them back on the counter as I remembered the first time I brought her flowers. It was why I knew better than to buy her red ones, in fact, I learned real fucking quickly she didn't like those.

We had only been dating a couple of weeks and I couldn't stop thinking about her, even then. She was the reason I would wake up in the morning with a goofy ass fucking smile on my face. I was always trying to think of ways to keep her around when I was home. It was just as sad then. I had planned to take her to one of the finest restaurants in town, just to show her…well I don't know what the fuck I wanted to show her, but some sort of something I felt. I had spent a shitload of money and got her three dozen long stem red roses.

Bella opened the door and went white as a sheet as I held them in front of me. The date was ruined do to the trip to the emergency room, because she had a panic attack. She would never tell me why it happened other than she was overwhelmed with happiness. Now it definitely doesn't slip my mind that red was a fucking HELL NO.

"She didn't want them?" Emmett asked bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I wouldn't fucking know…I went to the university to surprise her with them, but when I asked the registrar for directions to her class…she said there was no Isabella Swan in the records." I said irritated.

"Let me guess…you being well…you…want to believe she's a lying bitch right?" he chuckled as he motioned for another beer.

"Don't ever call her a bitch again," I growled "and she is fucking hiding something." I said through gritted teeth.

"Riiiight…it couldn't be because the famous, no commitment Edward Cullen is trying to find a way out because he's feeling something for the first time in his life?" he smirked.

I wanted to punch him in the fucking face, because the fact was it had nothing to do with me wanting out. It had to do with the fact she didn't have any friends besides Alice and Rose, she kept to herself and wouldn't look strangers in the eye, she got jumpy in large crowds and the fact that on more than one occasion she had woken up screaming in a cold sweat. She would blow the shit off when I'd ask her about it.

"I don't get along with girls very well," or "I'm not avoiding people's gazes I just don't want to trip." The most common statement being, "I just hate big crowds"

Or my favorite, pull the waders on because it's about to get deep answer,

"I don't remember what the dream was about."

PLEEEASE! She was definitely hiding something.

"Or maybe you're trying to find away out because you're afraid she doesn't feel the same way about you as you do her?" he cocked his eyebrow.

"What the fuck is that suppose to mean?" I asked annoyed because it had only been two fucking days since we spent time together and yet I was going out of my mind, and I knew for a fact she was too.

"You have always ran away when the kitchen gets too fucking hot my brother and maybe your doing it again," he stated matter-of-factly.

"Bullshit Emmett that's fucking untrue and you know it." I said as I picked up my beer, and hoped like hell I didn't hit him with it, because I hated the fact he was right, about the past at least.

"What the fuck ever Edward…you've never been in a relationship for more than a year in your life…or maybe, just maybe, you can't handle the fact that your in love." he chuckled as he pointed toward my heart.

"I'm not in love…" I said too octaves to high "for fuck sakes don't say shit like that we've only been dating for a couple of months Emmett." I said shaking my head. "It's fucking impossible." I said in nearly a whisper.

"Really then tell me something…did you try to chew your arm off when you woke up next to her after the Halloween party?" he smirked.

"What kind of question is that Emmett can you be serious for once in your fucking life please?" I said frustrated.

"I am being serious…what the hell did you feel that morning?" He said and took a drink off his beer.

I looked at him and sighed knowing exactly how I felt that morning.

I was content as a motherfucker. I wasn't trying to escape, flee or push her out the door. I fucking snuggled closer to her and held on like my life depended on it. I couldn't stop my fucking perma grin that was plastered on my face as she sighed in her sleep. I actually inhaled the scent in her hair, which smelled like strawberries, and to top it off, I fucking liked it and did it again. There was no fucking way I was telling him all that, but I knew he wouldn't drop whatever fucking point he was trying to make until I answered.

"I was happy okay…is that what you wanted to fucking hear?" I groaned.

"Just happy?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes…just happy Emmett!" I growled hoping he would drop it, but not my brother.

"Not ecstatic…joyous…wanted to hold her until you died?' he chuckled and I lost it.

"Yes…okay…I was fucking ecstatic …I was holding onto her like my life depended on it and I was thinking of ways to make her fucking stay with me all weekend is that what you fucking wanted to hear Emmett?" I said with my jaw clenched.

"Wow that must have hurt do you need me to call an ambulance?" He laughed.

"Fuck you." I laughed back.

"Rather not but thanks for the offer." He smiled and took another drink.

"Is there a point Emmett or were you just trying to damage me?" I groaned.

"I always have a point my brother," he smiled, but didn't say anything else.

"Well…are you going to fucking get to it?" I spat.

"I already did dumb ass your in love with her." He shook his head like it was an obvious answer.

"And I told you there is no possible fucking way Emmett!"

He sighed, "Who are you thinking about right now?"

"Gee, I fucking wonder asshole." I rolled my eyes and took another drink.

"Tell me something little brother…who do you picture when you jack off in the shower?"

"What kind of fucking question is that Emmett?" I said nearly spitting out the beer in my mouth.

"Answer the fucking question Edward…who...do…you…picture?"

"Who the fuck do you think?" I growled because that was a dumb fucking question anyway.

"You see each other at least four times a week right?" He asked all knowing.

"Yes…when I'm not at practice or a game and she's not in class…I don't' see what that -" I didn't get to finish because he cut me off.

"Who initiates the sex?"

"She does…but-"

"Who decides where you're going to go out to eat?"

"She does…but-"

"Who do you think about every waking fucking minute of every fucking day?" He smiled as he took another drink.

"Well…her, but you do that exact same shit when it comes to Rose!" I said before he could cut me off again.

"Exactly brother," he slapped me on the back "and I'm a complete and utter pussy whipped bastard because I…am in love." He sighed.

"Well even if I was…which I'm not…she's got secrets she won't tell me." I said shaking my head.

"Every woman has secrets…fuck you've got secrets…I bet you haven't even shown her your playroom yet have you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Of course I fucking haven't…why the fuck would I? Bella is different I'm not going to scare her off by showing her that shit…are you insane?" I half yelled.

Emmett knew very well that shit was dark and intense. He also knew Bella was nothing like the subs I have had in my past, so why the fuck would he bring that shit up?

There was no way in hell I was going to take Bella into my playroom and have her run screaming in horror when she saw some of the shit I had in there. To an untrained eye it would look like the room should belong in a scene from a spoof of the Saw movies. Okay maybe not that bad, but it sure as hell wasn't for the faint, and what I've learned in the past few months is Bella might say she wants domination, but she is definitely out of her league in that world.

"See you have secrets…she has secrets…it's all good." He slapped me on the back. Again.

"Yeah, but my secrets are to protect her." I stated matter-of-factly.

"And how do you know hers are not to protect you?" he tilted his head sideways at me.

"Yeah…right…are we talking about the same Bella?" I chuckled.

"Leave it the fuck alone…if it's something she wants to tell you she will when she's ready, until then…stop being a dick and enjoy the woman bro." He said standing up.

"I do enjoy her…sometimes three or four times a day." I said waggling my eyebrows as I stood up.

"TMI fucker…tmi," he laughed putting down a fifty on the counter.

"Right Mr. show my dick to the whole fucking bar" I smiled as I picked up the flowers.

"At least I have a fucking dick to show," he chuckled as he walked out the door.

I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Yeah it sits on top of your shoulders."

"Now how about you're suspicious IN LOVE ass gets in your truck and takes those flowers to your girlfriend before she takes off with Rose and Alice for the weekend," he said as he took his keys out of his pocket.

I sighed, "Yeah maybe I will." I opened my truck door.

"Edward?" Emmett yelled as he climbed in.

"Yeah?"

"If we knew all the secrets of our women…the fucking nut houses would be full of…men." He said laughing and shut his door.

I shut my door laughing. Emmett may be right. Women did keep secrets, but the fact was Bella was still hiding something and it was killing me, because it was painful for her. I wanted her to know she could tell me. I needed to help her through whatever the fuck it was, because, well because, Emmett was right…I was in love.

BPOV

I always hated it when Alice insisted on walking to my room right after class. It was frustrating, because I needed those few minutes to myself to wind down from the chaos of the day. Besides she just had to talk to everyone and that made me edgy and uncomfortable. Thankfully, today, Alice was meeting Jasper right after class let out, because we were leaving, for a girl's only weekend.

I was half expecting Edward to be waiting at my dorm when I arrived, because we hadn't seen each other in two days, but there was no sign of him. However, there was a huge ass pile of flowers in front of my door. I smiled knowing exactly who they were from. I was bending down to pick it up when the one person I tried to avoid like the plague opened her door.

"Hi Janet," I said without even looking up, in my most non annoyed voice.

It took everything I had not to drop kick her into next week. She drove me absolutely and completely insane. I stood up with the flowers.

"HI!" She beamed with too much enthusiasm. "You got flowers?" she said bouncing up and down.

"Yeah I see that." I half groaned hoping like hell lighting would strike me.

"They are from your boyfriend…the one I never get a chance to talk to." she smiled. Of course she would know who they were from. She was the nosiest bitch alive.

"I figured as much…do you know how long ago he was here?" I asked knowing she probably had it documented on some paper inside.

"Like fifteen minutes ago…I think." She smiled.

"Well thanks…I better be getting inside…lots of homework." I said as I put my key in the lock.

"You don't ever do much do you?" she said, and I knew she was fishing for information.

"I'm sort of a hermit." I sighed wishing she would just go back inside.

"I figured that…I mean I see those other two girls sometimes you hang out with…but you are sort of alone a lot."

"Yeah…I don't mind being alone." I smiled.

"Maybe…the next time you hang out with your friends you can introduce us?" she asked hopefully.

"Yeah maybe," I smiled knowing there was no way in hell that would ever happen. "I better get inside." I said and turned to go into my room.

"I got something for you," she said and disappeared. I went inside to put the flowers down on the desk knowing she'd come right in with whatever the fuck it was she had.

"You weren't home," she said as she walked in my door with a huge ass package. "It looked important…I didn't want anyone to take it." she beamed as she handed it to me.

"Thanks" I smiled as I took it from her hands and sat it down next to the flowers. I saw it was open and wondered how long it took her before she looked inside. I also wondered if she would cop to it if I asked. She just stood there staring at me.

"Janet is there something else you wanted?" I asked irritated that she opened my package.

"No…I…never mind." she smiled and headed back out my door. "Well actually…Don't get mad okay, but the package was open and I couldn't help but look inside-"

"I'm not mad Janet!" I said cutting her off as I walked over to the door. I didn't want to deal with her nosy ass anymore.

"I just have stuff I need to do." I started shutting the door.

"I read the card," she said with no remorse what so ever and I stopped dead in my tracks, because there are things she shouldn't see or know for that matter. I didn't need the twenty questions and I sure as hell couldn't answer them.

"It's okay really." I smiled hoping she didn't see the anxiety on my face. I wanted to get her out of here even faster so I could see who the package was from.

"Okay I'm glad you're not mad," she smiled "but well-" she hesitated and I wished the lightning would hurry faster.

"What is it" I asked irritated.

"I was just wondering...who's Isabella Swan?"

Who? What the…? Holy shit?

I know What the effin hell right? A cliffie? You've got to be kidding me.

Before I get tons of hate reviews and holy hell reviews let me say one thing….

If you guys have been paying attention since the beginning there have been clues. You have to play and no the butler didn't do it.

I think a lot of you will be scratching your heads until the next chapter. I may ease some of your tension and help out with the distress lol.

I may even post a teaser on the blog sometime in the near future so if you haven't checked it out, which I know you have not it's rupturebyme (dot) blogspot (dot) com (don't forget to replace the (dot) with an actual period)

Until next update.