Chapter 13: Haunting Nightmare

We pulled up to Edward's house in silence.

I didn't know what the fuck to say, I was so far gone in my own world. 

Next thing that I know, Edward's carrying me towards the front door. I placed my head against his chest as I tightened my arm around his neck, my other hand gripping onto the front of his jacket. Looking down at me, he laughed with a hiss mixed in there somewhere. "Damn, Bae."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, relaxing my fucking grip around the poor kid.

Stopping at the door, his hold on me tightened. "Your apology is unnecessary. I was just joking, Bella."

I gave him a small smile before he balanced me against the door, using the hand that was over my back to unlock it. As he led us inside, I looked around and noticed that the house was empty, with no lights on. Turning my attention back to Edward as he kicked the door shut, I laughed. "You can let go of me now."

"Nah," he whispered with a grin as he dropped his keys onto a nearby table. "I think that I like this," he said as he started heading upstairs, adding a little bounce to his step, causing me to snort.

After kicking his bedroom door open and stepping inside, he lowered me down onto the floor. I rolled my eyes as I shoved my chucks off, knowing that there presence irked him by the glare that he was trying to hide from me. Wigging my toes at him afterwards, I pursed my lips. "No worries, freak. They're off."

Rolling his eyes at my amusement, he gently pushed me away from him and started heading towards his bed. "I can't fucking help it, stop teasing me." I laughed as he laid down over the covers. "I think that I have some kind of OCD about the shit."

"You think?" I asked with a grin as I climbed onto his bed. "I mean, are you sure?" I teased, laying down next to him. "Because, you're not really exhibiting any characteristics of the disorder, in my opinion."

He huffed, sitting up. I raised an eyebrow as he patted my tummy. "Move your ass for a second."

After I lifted my hips up a bit, he tugged the covers down so that we could get underneath them. As he pulled it over my shoulder, I turned onto my side, giving his pillow a small sniff as I got comfortable. He smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him as he laid down next to me. "What was that, Bae?" he asked, hovering above me with his cheek resting on his palm. "Did you just smell my goddamn pillow?"

I looked at him incredulously. "No," I lied.

He grinned. "Bullshit."

"Whatever, you prick." I shrugged. "It just smells good, sue me."

He hummed as he leaned back slightly to get a better view of my face. "What does it smell like?"

"I can't describe it," I whispered. "It's just comforting, I guess."

Looking away from me, he nodded. "I get what you're talking about, because whatever shit that you have on, it smells good, too."

"Oh" was my wise response.

Meeting my eyes after a few silent seconds, he raised a brow. "What happened tonight, Bella?" I groaned, and he groaned back, placing his head on the pillow that was underneath him as he turned onto his side so that we were facing each other. His hands went underneath the covers that were placed over us, and as he pulled me towards him, I shook my head. "Look. You need to let me in." I looked away from the kid but he brought me back with his fingers along my jaw. "I would never, ever, fucking hurt you."

I believed him, wholeheartedly.

But I just wasn't ready to talk about anything, yet.

I told a hold of his hand instead of brushing it away, like I would usually do. "I know that, Edward. It's just that I'm not ready to talk about it openly. Not now."

He nodded after a couple of seconds. "Okay."

"Can we just go to sleep?" I asked.

"Alright," he whispered as he turned around and faced the opposite side, his back to me. "I won't look, yeah?"

I smiled as he turned the lights off. "Yeah."

As I felt him sit up, I turned onto my back. Hearing his clothes hitting the edge of the bed, I followed suit with a wide grin, throwing my hoodie, jeans, and socks down onto the floor. "You done making my room a mess?" he asked a few seconds later, trying to hide his irritation.

Getting underneath the covers, I nodded. "Yep."

Feeling him lay down again, I turned onto my side and faced him. Reading my mind, the kid's hands pulled me closer to him before he placed his arm over my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling his breath tickle the skin of my cheek. "If you're cold, I can give you something warmer to wear, yeah?"

I scooted down some and placed my forehead against his chest as I shook my head. "No, I'll be good in a little bit. You're warm."

He yawned as he placed his feet over mine. "Night, Bae."

"Night."

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My head shot up from my pillow as I screamed my lungs out, the nightmare that had just woken me up making my heart feel as if it were ready to jump out of my chest. It felt so real...I walked into Renee's bedroom and found Phil standing above her weak body, holding onto a knife that was drenched in red. When he turned around, it was his body and his voice, but it was Charlie's face.

One of Edward's hands covered my mouth as he pushed himself up with the other one. "What the f—Bae?"

Meeting his sleepy eyes with my fear ridden ones, my hands grabbed my throat.

I can't fucking breathe!

Facing me, his eyes widened as I hit on my chest. "Bella, stop!" he shouted, taking a hold of my hands.

I choked, trying to get in as much as I could. "Edward, I ca—"

He pulled me onto his lap and shoved his arms underneath mine, pressing his chest against my own. "Please, fucking breathe, you're going to pass out." Placing my arms over his shoulders, I tried. "Feel what I'm doing," he whispered as he breathed hard, "Take me in." Laying my sweaty forehead over his warm one, I felt his inhales and exhales as they hit my open mouth. "That's it," he hummed, his voice soft as he closed his eyes, "That's it."

A couple of minutes went by before my breathing recovered. As he leaned back some, I looked at him through the small amount of light that was coming from his bathroom and shook my head. "I'm sorry that I woke you up," I whispered. "I had a fucking...nightmare, I guess."

He didn't say anything in return, so I leaned back and fell against the mattress. As he hovered above me a bit, I pulled the covers over my body with a small smile. "No, really," I told him. "I'm okay. This thing...happens."

He nodded, keeping his eyes on mine as he joined me underneath the covers. Placing his hands over my hips, he pulled me into his chest. "Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, Bella."

I grimaced as I laid my arm over his waist. "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

He kissed my forehead and I closed my eyes, letting him lay his head down on my pillow. I exhaled, feeling his fingers running along my lower back, over my tee shirt, the action calming me down immediately. "It's okay."

But of course, his comfort didn't last long.

I would see my Pop behind my eyelids, and when I would open them, I would see Edward...


Just staring at me.

And I didn't like it. It irked me. Made me feel...childish.

I just wish that I could feel something else for a goddamn change.

I just wanted to feel good.

"Are you alright?" 

I shook my head no.

"Well, tell me what you nee—"

His words stopped when my lips hit his.

I leaned back after a few seconds, because he wasn't responding. "Please."

His green eyes left my lips and went to my brown ones. "I don't...understand."

"I just need to…feel…something good, for once." He whispered my name, but I stopped him. "Please, Edward."

And a second later, he closed the distance by pressing his lips against mine...


So hard and aggressive, and...

Perfect.

A moan escaped my throat as I placed my hands over the back of his head, pulling the kid closer, needing him closer, and he growled something so...amazing.

We pushed each other, and pulled even harder, until he rolled on top of me, the weight of his kiss pressing my head further down into the pillow that I was laying on. My breathing picked up, feeling his rough fingers along my jaw as they turned my face to the side to give his lips better access to the skin of my neck, while his other hand was placed by my shoulder as he held his upper body up.

When he was done with that, he pulled my face to his and gave my bottom lip a lick, asking for permission, to which I fucking granted not one second later. Placing my hands against his back, I dug my nails into the hard skin, earning myself a delicious groan. I tried tugging him down — since he was clearly trying not to crush my ass — but he resisted. "Edward, I need to feel you."

His breath stuttered at my request and he grabbed onto my wrists, stopping my tugs as he raised them above my head. Pressing his lips over the side of my neck, he shook his head, his breathing fast and uneven. "If you continue to demand shit like that, I'm going to embarrass myself and cum within two goddamn seconds."

I smirked as I bit his earlobe, causing his fingers that were wrapped around my wrists to tighten. "Don't treat me like I'm fucking breakable, Edward."

Lifting his head, he kept his dark eyes on mine as he bent his arms, placing his elbows against the covers that were by my shoulders. And as soon as his lower half connected with my own, I sharply inhaled, feeling exactly how much this shit affected him. His fingers left my wrists and went to my jaw, his thumbs running along my flushed cheeks driving me mad.

I pleaded with my eyes for him to just...fucking do something, please.

So he pushed his hips into that one spot that I needed him to, and I gasped, my mouth open, my eyes closed. His teeth took a hold of my top lip and I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to feel that again. Pushing myself up against him, he hissed as he let go of my mouth. "Fuck, Bae."

I grabbed a hold of his face and pulled it down to mine to attack his lips. As I tried moving my hips against him again, he placed his hands over them and pushed me back down into the mattress. I groaned, more than mad with his resistance. "Edward, what the fu—"

"Just…hold on...a second," he whispered out of breath, interrupting me. My eyebrow rose as he sat up, pulling me along with him until I straddled the kid. "What the fuck is going on here?"

I leaned back and went to pull my shirt off to show him exactly what was going on here, but he grabbed onto my wrists and stopped me. "What is your problem, man?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him a bit. "I mean, you have a chick here who is willing to get naked. And I know that I'm not your type or whatever, but shit." He lowered his head, trying to calm down his breathing, and I grimaced. "Oh God. Are you gay?" 

A small grin escaped his mouth as his eyes pointed down, between us. Following his gaze, I bit onto my lip as I saw the tent that was fighting against his boxers. "Obviously fucking not, yeah?" he asked in a soft laugh.

I went to lift my tee shirt over my body, but he stopped me, once again. Pinning my arms against my sides, he shook his head at me. "Bella, please stop trying to take your clothes off. I'm afraid that if you try again, I won't be able to stop shit."

I leaned forward, pausing when my mouth was right in front of his own. "Then don't stop," I whispered before my teeth pulled on his top lip, scraping the smooth wet skin before letting it go. "I can make you feel so good, Edward. Just let me."

His hands moved to my hips with a groan before he pulled me closer to him, kissing me deeply. I moaned into mouth and wrapped my fingers around his biceps as I started grinding into his lap. "Shit, stop," he told me, so unconvincingly.

I smirked against the side of his mouth, because even though he was telling me to stop, he continued helping me move my hips back and forth. I closed my eyes and extended my neck when his lips started moving down my jaw, granting him more skin. "No," I breathed, placing my hands behind me, my fingers gripping onto the sheets.

"Yes," he groaned onto the skin of my throat, his fingers against my hips painful yet so...satisfying. My teeth started torturing my bottom lip from the feelings that he was giving me. Mumbling a curse word, he reached out and tugged it out with his thumb. "Don't do that."

I kept my eyes on him as he helped me work my body against his.

He looked so goddamn good, looking at me like that.

My mouth fell open when he — all of a sudden — held me still, pressing my hips down as he started thrusting his hips up. "Caaaahhhrrriiisssttt," was what left me as I tightened my grip over the sheets that were laid out below them.

And as I felt his hot breath over my thin tee shirt, against my nipples, I simply couldn't help the embarrassing man groan that left my being. I gripped onto his hair, trying to feel more as I pulled his mouth into my chest, harder. "Fuck, Edward, just…take it off."

He leaned back as soon as those words left my mouth. "Bella, I can't...do this."

"Wha—why?" I groaned breathlessly.

Moving me off of his lap, he placed me back on the spot where I was sleeping on earlier, gritting his teeth with a shake of his head afterwards as he adjusted himself. "I just can't. This is getting out of hand, and I..."

Bending my knees, I brought my legs up. "Are you not attracted to me, or something?" 

He rolled his eyes at my question as I wrapped my arms around my thighs. "That's crazy shit that you're talking about, Bella. Of course, I'm attracted to you."

"Okaay," I said slowly, not at all understanding his problem. "Because, I mean, I'm a chick...who you 'claim' to be attracted to, and I actually want to get naked, but...you aren't doing shit about it."

"I'm not going to take advantage of you," he whispered. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a hold of the covers and threw them over my legs. "You're not like any of those other chicks, and something is going in with you, Bae."

"Christ, Edward," I mumbled, throwing my hands up in the air. "Are you serious with this shit right now? I'm fine, I'm just fucking horny."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Right, Bella. Because you just decided that 'Oh, I'm going to rape his ass,' even though you fucking hate me more times than not."

"Oh, please!" I scoffed. "Don't act like you were a fucking victim of rape, you idiot. You were a willing goddamn participate."

He groaned as he ran one of his hands through his hair. "Come on, Bella. Can we talk about thi—"

"No," I interrupted, turning around so that I was facing the other direction. "I'm fucking tired. Just forget that this shit ever happened." Feeling movement below me, I looked over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow as he climbed out of bed. "Where are you going?"

He walked over to the closet and opened it before he pulled out a thin sheet and a pillow. "I'm sleeping on the couch, downstairs. I definitely can't sleep next to you after that shit went down."

I growled as I sat up, throwing the covers off of me. "Fuck, man! I'm sorry that I repulse you that much. Just don't leave your room, I'll go downstairs and sleep on the couch."

He turned around and groaned when his eyes met my form. Looking up at the ceiling a second later, he shook his head. "Christ, you don't repulse me, Bella," he mumbled at the paint. Avoiding my eyes, he walked over to the door and paused. "Stop being difficult, and stay in bed." Looking over his shoulder, he gave the headboard behind me a quick nod. "I'll uh, see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

I groaned, throwing myself back onto the bed as soon as he shut the door behind him.

Freak.

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Keeping my eyes closed, I brought my hand out from underneath the covers and slapped my nose, where something was tickling me and therefore, disturbing my goddamn slumbar. "Owe," I hissed, at myself.

Obviously.

I heard someone laughing above me and opened up one of my eyes.

Ass.

He coughed, trying to hide his amusement when he saw my glare. "Morning," he murmured, his sleepy voice so appetizing and...stupid.

Covering my mouth as I yawned, I stretched my legs. "Morning," I mumbled. "What time is it?"

"Just past one," he whispered with a smirk. "You're a bum."

I punched his shoulder, and he grimaced like the shit actually hurt him. Rolling my eyes at him, I sat up and looked around the room. "I should get going, yeah?"

He nodded as he climbed out of bed. "Alright. I'll take you over to Emmett and Rose's apartment."

I shook my head a little bit as I picked up my socks. "Actually, I have to go home and see if Renee is okay."

"Bae, there's no way in hell that I'm taking you home," he told me with a shake of his head. "Like I said a few seconds ago, I'll take you over to Emmett and Rose's apartment."

"Fine," I whispered with a shrug as I climbed out of bed.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Fine?"

Grabbing a hold of the clothes that I threw onto the floor last night, I nodded before I tugged my hoodie over my head. "Fine," I repeated, ignoring his narrowed eyes that were directed towards the ceiling as I started pulling my jeans on. "That sounds nice."

"So what?" he asked when I reached his bedroom door. Looking over my shoulder, I raised an eyebrow at the kid as I shoved my chucks on. "I'm going to take you over to their apartment, and you're going to wait until I leave so that you can head home, yeah?"

"Yep," I answered, popping the P as I headed out into the hallway. I heard him mumble something under his breath before he followed behind me. Before my foot had the chance of touching the first step, he grabbed a hold of my arm and turned me around. "Can I help you? I asked, shaking his hand off of me.

"Why are you so goddamn stubborn?" he growled.

"Edward, you're wasting my precious time," I told him before turning my attention back to the stairs. Again, the ass grabbed onto my arm, and I groaned as I turned around and pushed him. "Jesus Christ!"

He smirked. "Yes?"

"Oh screw off, you're anything but that!"

He laughed at my expression of hatred before he pulled me away from the stairs and tackled me onto the floor.

So here we are, fighting, like we always do, in his goddamn hallway.

"Would you desist!" I spat as he straddled me, pinning my hands above my head with his own.

"Did you really just tell me to desist?" he asked with a small grin as he raised an eyebrow at me. I nodded and he shook his head before his other hand that wasn't holding both of mine down began tickling me, which only told me that he was retarded, deep down inside. "Why are you so fucking weird?"

I snorted at his question, and he grinned as I started thrashing around like a fish without water. "Ed—wahh—fucking…stop, man!"

"Stop?" he asked in some confused way. "Stop what?"

And I giggled, before I damned his fingers to hell as they continued their assault against my sides. "I'm going to kill you wh—Christ! I can't breathe! Please!"

His fingers stopped and he smirked. "Please, what?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Please, you arrogant piece of shi—"

He cut me off with his goddamn tickles and I screamed. "Okay, okay!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Please…"

I looked over to my right real quick and gasped. He turned his head in that direction and I shook my one hand out of his grip before I grabbed a hold of his hair to pull on the locks, motherfucking hard. "You little shit!" the kid hissed before taking a hold of my boob. 

WHO DOES THAT?

I glared at him as my fingers froze, and he glared back. "Bella, let go, or I'll squeeze the shit out of it."

He wouldn't. "You wouldn't."

He grinned, unamused. "You sure about that?"

Yep. He's not that stupid.

I smirked and he growled as I yanked on his hair. "You fucking —"

"Owe!" I yelled, my voice interrupting his as he gripped onto my tit.

We both froze as we heard someone clear their throat. Looking over to my right, I groaned as I saw Edward's Pop, who smirked as he placed his arms across his chest. "Am I interrupting some kind of foreplay here?"

Same motherfucking smirk. I'm in trouble here, bitches.

I gritted my teeth as I turned my attention back to Edward, who mind you, still had his hand over my tit. "Let go, you idiot!"

"Yeah right," he spat. "Like I trust you to just let go of my hair once I do."

Looking over at his Pop, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Excuse me, sir. Can I ask you a personal question?"

Leaning against the wall, the man shrugged as Esme walked out of one of the rooms, her eyes wide when she caught sight of her son over my goddamn body. "Ask away, sweetheart," he replied with pursed together lips.

Mmhmm, Esme. 


Your son isn't acting very 'gentleman like' with one of his hands on my bazookas.

Even though, I mean…they're not really bazookas, per say.

They're more like…bazookies.

Moot point.

"Was Edward dropped on his head as a baby by any cha—OWE!" I screeched as Edward interrupted my honest to God curiosity filled question by letting go of my tit and instead, taking a hold of my nose before yanking it.

Oh, because that's like...so much better, right?

I pulled on his hair so hard that by the end of this shit, I can almost one hundred percent guarantee you that I would have enough of it to easily make a goddamn long haired motherfucking car. "You bi—" he hissed, but shut up when Esme yelled, "Language!"

I smirked of his boyish behavior, but then the kid grabbed a hold of my bottom lip and pulled it.

Like, really, though?

I hissed as I let go of his hair and grabbed a hold of his top lip. "Yow pwick!" I growled, outstretching it.

"Yoo sfico!" he growled back, dominating.

Laughing, the idiot's Pop walked over to us and grabbed a hold of his son's arms from behind. "Alright, Edward. Get off of the girl." Pulling him back a bit, he rolled his eyes at the resistance that he was receiving. "Let go of her, son."

He did as his dad told him to do, but before he was out of my reach, I grabbed a hold of his nipples through his shirt and twisted them. He yelped and went to bend over again, but his Pop shoved him back. "You crazy m—"

"Enough, Edward," his mom interrupted, walking over to me. Bending down, she grabbed a hold of my hands and helped me stand. "Why are you guys hurting each other?" she asked the both of us, giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek as Edward rubbed his sore nipples.

Edward laughed out loud. "Ma, she can't hurt shi—"

"Oh shut up, you imbecile!" I interrupted, glaring at him. "You yelped."

"I didn't yelp, you psycho," he spat, placing his arms across his chest. "Something was in my throat."

"Loser."

"Brat," he countered.

I nodded towards the stairs as I growled. "Oh, go play in traffic!"

"You fight like a chick," he stated with a grin and a shrug.

"News flash, moron," I laughed at his narrowed eyes, "I am a chick. And, judging from last night, so are you."

"Okaay, so I'm Carlisle," his Pop said as he stepped in between us with a smile. Extending his hand out to me, he raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

Edward interrupted me as I opened my mouth. "Trust me, dad. You don't want to know who she is."

I ground my teeth together as I took a hold of Carlisle's hand. "My name's Bella."

He grinned as he shook my hand. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Bella." Nodding his head behind him where the girl scout was standing, mumbling under his breath, he grimaced. "And, I'm sorry for my sons behav—"

I held my hand up, interrupting his unnecessary apology. "Don't sweat it, Carlisle. It's nothing new, Edward's always this way. Arrogant, demanding, possessive, thinks he's all that, retarded, pompous, I mean...honestly, look at his hair, right?"

"Well, this was nice and all, but look at the time," Edward growled irritably, grabbing a hold of my arms before pulling me down the hallway, his fingers digging themselves into my sleeves as I looked over my shoulder and waved at his parents.  

"Easy, asshole," I hissed quietly, shaking my arms out of his grip when we reached the stairs. "I can walk by myself, acting like you're going to throw me down there!"

He rolled his eyes at me as he took a hold of my hand, and I gritted my teeth as he pulled me down the stairs, causing me to stumble behind him. I pinched his shoulder in response to his haste, and his fingers around my wrist tightened, nearly cutting off my goddamn circulation.

As soon as I was seated in his car, I bent over and picked up my bag that I left in here last night. As I went to dig my IPod out, he reached over the center console and snatched my bag out of my hands before he threw it over his shoulder, not even giving a shit if he broke anything. My fingernails pierced the skin of my palms as I faced him. "What was that for?"

He shrugged as he started the car. "You're pissed off, and I know the consequences. What I don't know is what kind of shit you're hiding in that bag, so you'll get it back when we get to your brother's apartment."

I clenched my eyes shut as I placed the back of my head against the headrest. Taking some deep breaths, I tried to pretend that he wasn't here so that maybe, just maybe, we can make it to our destination without killing each other.

He started humming.

Maybe, being the key motherfucking word.

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Edward parked his car and got out. 


I followed the act, but added a loud door slam. 


He cringed as he ran his hands down his face, so I kicked his tire. 


"Fucking easy," he growled. 

I gave him the finger as I walked past him. "Easy that." 


"If I could get away with goddamn murder," he hissed behind me, "I wouldn't even think twice about the shit."

I turned around and placed my arms across my chest when I reached the front door. "You can leave now."

He shook his head as he stepped up beside me. "I'm talking to Rose. Is that okay with you, princess?"

"And what do you need to talk to Rose about?" I hissed, pulling his pissed off face to my ever calm one by his earlobe.

"None of your goddamn bui—" I pulled harder, "Christ, Bella!"

I raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for his answer. He opened his mouth and acted like he was about to tell me, but instead, he quickly reached out and rang the doorbell. I tugged his earlobe with gritted teeth before he grabbed a hold of my own. "Let go — owe!" he pulled, "I'm a chick, you know!"

"Well shit, you could've fooled me," he replied with a smirk before he grimaced at my tug, wrapping his fingers around my wrist to try to hold it still. "You piece of shi—"

Edward's words were interrupted by the front door being swung open. We turned our heads, not being able to really do the shit, seeing as to how we were both gripping onto each others goddamn earlobes and all. "Well," Rose whispered in amusement with her arms across her chest. "This is...interesting."

The prick let go of my ear, as did I, but not before giving his lobe another drawn out pull.

For you know, effect.

His jaw tensed as he lowered his head, and I laughed as I straightened out my hair. "Eat shit." 

Rose cocked her head to the side as she leaned against the door frame. "So…are you guys good now?"

"Whatever," I mumbled, shoving Rose out of the way as I stepped inside. After stomping over to the couch, I sat down and groaned, seeing Edward giving her a hug, buttering her up all nice like. Turning the TV on, I let my feet rest on the table that was placed in front of me. "You can leave now, you dumb-ass douche bag."

"Rose, am I right to believe that you know about Bella's bullshit at home?" he asked, completely ignoring me.

She nodded as she sat down on her recliner. "You're right."

"Bella thinks that she should go home, even when I saw how busted up her goddamn face was last night."

Turning my attention away from the TV, I went to tear him a new one, but Rose spoke up before I could open my mouth. "Edward's right, Honey B. You aren't going home, not if I can help it. I got you time off from work for a couple of days. J and Sam think that you're at home with the flu."

"No worries then," Edward whispered with a smirk as he cheerfully pushed himself off of the door that he was leaning against. When he reached me, he bent down a bit and kissed my forehead. "I'll see you around, Bae."

"Oh, I'm sure that you will," I spat, wiping my forehead with my sleeve. 


Rose's eyes shined with nothing but amusement as he straightened himself up again while my own burned in anger, watching the prick make his way towards the front door to leave. 

He's such a…BEFUBUEBBCUSUWEB!

Oh yes. That is how the fuck I felt right now.


Noticing Rose stand up from her seat with a smirk, I raised an irritated eyebrow at her as I placed my arms across my chest and leaned back. "What can I help you with, hookah?" 

She nodded her head towards the closed door. "That was interesting."

I rolled my eyes as I turned my attention back to the TV. "The kid is a piece of shit, Rose. That wasn't what I consider, interesting. It's beyond goddamn annoying, if you want to know how I truly feel about Edward Cullen."

She hummed as she started heading towards the kitchen. "I'm sure." 

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