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Chapter Ten

I woke up in my bed, wearing my prom dress. Sadly, I wasn't as surprised as I should've been.

I felt irrationally disappointed when I rolled over to an empty bed. There was no rumpled Edward with unkempt hair and a sleepy smile. If the prom dress and disappointed feelings weren't indication enough, it was clear I was losing my fucking mind.

I laid in bed and replayed parts of last night, cringing at what I remembered. Of course, it made sense that Edward had snuck out without saying goodbye. He finally had the sense to run far, far away from me. Which was kind of surprising, seeing as how he'd put up with a lot of my drunken antics over the years. I knew the day would come, though. I just didn't think I'd be wearing my prom dress when it finally happened.

Though my memory was a bit hazy, about three things I was absolutely positive. First, I made out with Edward, my best friend. Second, I propositioned him for sex. And third, I attempted to use a prom dress as a seduction tactic.

This was not okay. This would never be okay.

I groaned rather loudly, needing to let out some frustration. There was no excuse for my behavior and I had no idea what I was going to say to Edward. Since he had apparently left, I was somewhat relieved I'd have a bit of time to figure out some sort of explanation that would make me seem less insane.

A shower and some food could only help the situation, so I left my bed, grabbing my cell phone before I walked out of the room. I marched straight into the kitchen to find Edward, Rosalie and Emmett with their mouths agape as they stared at me.

"The fuck are you wearing?" Emmett bellowed.

I winced, shaking my head in embarrassment. "For the love of God, can you lower your voice?"

"What's with the dress?" Rose asked, eyes flicking between me then Edward, who was standing in front of the stove, cooking eggs.

"Just me being an idiot, as per usual," I croaked, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. I leaned against the counter, swiping a finger to rid the mascara that had caked under my eyes.

"Hi," Edward said softly, keeping his lips pressed together as he smiled.

"Hey." I gulped my water. "I figured you left."

"Nope. Just hungry." He nodded towards the skillet. "Figured you would be, too."

"Yeah, thanks," I mumbled, twisting the cap back on my water bottle. I could feel Rose's gaze on us, so I rolled my eyes, pushing off the counter. "I'm gonna go change."

Edward laughed lightly, keeping his eyes on the eggs. "I'll make you a plate."

I nodded dumbly, cursing myself for being unable to keep my eyes off his lips. Those lips were on mine last night. They were softly pressed against my neck, carefully grazing my collarbone. And here they were now, smiling at me.

Quickly disappearing to my room, I removed my prom dress and tossed it on the bed, then pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt. I used the bathroom and attempted to pull my hair into a pony tail, but it was so knotted and a fucking mess, I gave up. There was no use and Edward had seen me looking worse. Besides, I didn't even care. I totally didn't care. It's not like I was trying to impress him. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, anyway.

Emmett and Rose ignored me, engrossed with whatever movie they were watching as I walked past the living room and into the kitchen. Edward turned around with a plate in his hand, looking rumpled and sleepy and good.

We locked eyes and he smiled brightly, brushing our fingers together purposefully as he handed me the plate. "Here you go."

"Thanks for making breakfast," I muttered, clearing my throat.

He opened his mouth to speak and I braced myself for what was to come. I knew he was going to ask why now? and what is going on between us?, but what I didn't know was how I was going to answer those questions.

"I didn't add any salt to your eggs. I wasn't sure if you wanted any or not," he said instead.

"Oh. Salt." I set my plate on the counter and shook my head frantically, thinking I had misheard him.

"Yes. Salt." He smirked. "You know, it's that stuff you-"

"I know what salt is." I cut him off, not in the mood for one of his cute explanations of what certain things were.

"Are you okay?" He stepped closer, practically towering over me. I felt intoxicated by his presence, by the warm air he breathed onto my face. Or maybe I really was still drunk.

"I'm fine," I muttered, tilting my head up so I could meet his gaze. He was right there, so close. All I had to do was close the distance by a mere inch and our lips would meet.

"We should eat so I can take you to pick up your car," he whispered, bringing a hand to the back of my neck, giving it a soft squeeze.

I nodded, dazed and unable to move. I didn't have to, though, because he moved away first, apparently unfazed by...everything. The man was fucking valiant in his effort to hide any effect that I had on him. Or maybe I really had zero effect on him. That didn't seem fair.

He grabbed both of our plates and we joined Rose and Emmett in the living room, the four of us eating in silence in front of the television. Or, they ate and I pushed the food around on my plate, sneaking glances at Edward.

Maybe he was drunker than I thought and didn't remember a thing from last night. If he did remember, I knew there was no way he would be able to act like nothing happened. Yet, here he was, casually chewing his food like his tongue wasn't down my throat last night.

And even if he were drunk, he would still remember, right? Hell, I remembered what happened last night, and there was no doubt that I was a little more than intoxicated. I remembered soggy pizza. I remembered kissing Edward. I remembered kissing Edward a lot. Unfortunately, I remembered the prom dress incident.

"What'd y'all do last night?" Rose suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

"Soggy pizza," I blurted out, unable to form any coherent thought. I began coughing as the three of them stared at me, unsure of what to say.

"I don't know what that means, but I wanna do that tonight," Emmett said to Rose.

I frowned, not even bothering to redeem myself. What use was it at this point? I was irredeemable. I was the girl who tried to seduce her best friend with a prom dress. There was no going back from that. Ever.

"We need to go pick up Bella's car, so..." Edward trailed off, raising his eyebrows.

"What he said," I muttered, standing from the couch.

The drive to the parking garage was uncomfortable. Edward tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel, humming along to the music. I sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed.

"You can let me out here," I offered.

"Nonsense," he retorted, entering the parking garage. "Which floor did you park on?" he asked.

"The second floor," I muttered. Once we reached the second floor, I pointed out my car. Mumbling a quick 'thanks', I reached for the door handle the moment he set his car in park.

"Hey," he barked, causing me to jump.

"Hi. What? Shit."

"What is going on with you?" he questioned, using a softer voice this time.

"Me? Nothing is going on with me," I lied. "Why? Sup witchu?"

He cracked a smile, running a hand over his chin. Stupid sexy chin.

"Did you have something to say?" I questioned. "Or am I allowed to go now?"

"No." He tightened his jaw, releasing it before speaking. "You're not allowed to go yet, Bella."

"Okay." I leaned back against the seat, placing my hands in my lap.

"Do you remember anything from last night?" he hedged slowly, cautiously.

"I should be asking you the same thing," I shot back, staring him square in the eye.

"Of course I remember. But you're acting extremely awkward and all we did was kiss."

I sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling ridiculous. "Well, I'm acting awkward because I feel awkward. I'm sorry I tried taking advantage of you. I swear it was the tequila."

He unbuckled his seat belt, his right arm resting on my seat as he leaned closer. "What if I think you're lying? What if I think it wasn't just the tequila?" he whispered, not bothering to pull his gaze away from my lips.

"Well, I-" couldn't breathe. "I don't know."

"Alright." His eyes searched my face and he leaned back in his seat. "Well, let me know when you do know."

"What does that even mean?" I asked, annoyed.

"It means I liked kissing you. It felt good. It means I'm sure as hell glad I didn't give in and sleep with you last night because if you're acting like this over a kiss, I can't imagine how you'd act after having sex."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised at his outburst. "Wow. Thanks."

"That's not how I meant it, and you know it," he muttered. "I just can't stand to watch you squirm and keep shit inside."

"I'm not-"

"Did you like kissing me?" he asked, licking his lips.

I nodded. "Yes."

"Do you know how hard it was for me to keep my hands off of you last night?" I shook my head. "I don't even know what is going on between us, but you acting completely oblivious isn't helping."

"I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"I don't want you to say anything that you don't want to say," he affirmed.

I had to think about that for a second.

"Look. I'm going to be late. I have a lesson at noon," he mumbled, letting out a sigh.

"On a Saturday?"

"Yeah. You have cash to pay?" he asked, lifting his ass from the seat to pull out his wallet.

"What?" He nodded towards my car. "Oh. Yeah, I paid when I parked last night."

"Okay." His gaze softened. "I'll talk to you later...as long as you're not being weird."

"If you actually stayed true to that, we'd never talk. You know that, right?"

"I know lots of things, Bella. I wish you did, too."

A/N: Thanks to JaimeArkin for rec'ing this story in TLS, and thanks to those who voted for it in the Fic of the Week poll! Y'all make me smile like a fool. I wish I could give you guys all the soggy pizza in the world. Thanks for reading!