Chapter 14: Cool, Just Leave Me

A couple of days have passed by with me being held hostage at Emmett and Rose's apartment, and what absolute bliss it has been. 


Sarcasm, people. 

Em hasn't been home most of the time, which was probably because he was out and about, getting high and shit, which is amazing, right?

Again with the sarcasm.

Rose has been in and out, acting goddamn suspicious and what not. When I wanted to talk to her about my brother's whereabouts, the hookah would find something else to discuss, completely changing the subject.

Yeah. I'm done.

I love Rose and all, don't get me wrong, but living with the bitch?

It was irking the shit out of me.

I can't be in the same room with a broad for more than two days.

And if I am, there's a higher risk of hurting a motherfucker.

Just sayin.'

Pixie has been over and we've all been getting really close. 


I love my chicks, but again, I'm done with it.

My mood today was fucking murderous, and I didn't know why. I just woke up in this goddamn way, and it didn't matter what I did to try to kick it, I couldn't shake the shit.

Maybe I should blame it on the sleep that I've been lacking.

Ever since that day when Phil and his buddy decided to do what the hell they decided to do, I've been having that same nightmare. I woke up most nights drenched in sweat, screaming. Rose and Emmett would come charging into my bedroom like maniacs, and when they saw that it was just me, being retarded, Rose would leave Em and go back into their room, even when I told him that his presence was not welcome.

He would completely ignore my words and climb into my bed to hold me until I fell asleep again. And, even though I pouted half of the time and slapped his hands away from me, I would lay there, feeling okay with him humming to me.

I fucking missed him.

I looked over at the cable box and noticed that it was already seven o'clock. Getting off of the couch that I have spent my entire day sitting on, I walked into the kitchen to get some water. I went to hit the button that was designed for ice as I noticed the date on the calender. Hearing glass shattering on the floor below me a second later, I growled as I bent down to start picking it up. 

I do this every goddamn year.

January 18th.

And now, I knew why my mood was the way that it was.

My Pop died on this motherfucking day.

-Start Flashback-

I growled as I looked at her like, are you serious right now? "Oh, I am going to get him."

"Bell, you know your dad," Samantha laughed. "Don't act surprised."

"Still!" I yelled. "It doesn't give him a right to bring in the kid, for what? Smoking a cigarette? That's crazy!"

"Yeah, well, Tyler was scared off of his gorgeous ass," she told me, trying to hide her amusement. "You should have seen his face when Pop handcuffed him. It was priceless!"

I rolled my eyes at her enthusiasm.

Pop was ridiculous.

When he came and picked me up from school three days ago, he saw me talking to this one kid who has been eying me up since the beginning of the school year. After he pulled up in his POLICE car and parked, he glared at Tyler as he 'dramatically' swung the drivers side door open.

Oh.

But not before putting the sirens on for show.

Idiot!

He stalked up to us and I groaned when he asked the kid for his social security number. And seriously, I could practically hear Tyler swallow the lump that was in his throat as he gave it to him. After writing it down in his handy dandy cop notepad, Pop huffed and grabbed me by my arm before nearly carrying me to the cruiser.

I shook my head, remembering it.

I'm thirteen, for God's sake!

Poor kid was hanging out with his buddies two nights ago, and Pop caught him smoking, so he decided to take him to the police station. My friend Samantha claimed that Tyler was sobbing his entire being away when his parents came to pick him up, more than pissed off. 

I stood up from the grass that we were sitting on and picked up my school bag with one hand, ruffling her hair with my other one. "Alright, I'm going to go and slap some sense into Pop." She nodded and I started backing away." I'll catch you later, Sam."

"Bye, Bell."

---

"CHARLIE SWAN!" I yelled as soon as I stepped into the house.

Not seeing him sitting on his beloved recliner, I raised an eyebrow, noticing that the living room was unusually quiet, with no blaring of the sports channel coming from the TV. "Mom?" I shouted while I walked towards the kitchen. Finding it empty, I headed over to the sink before I filled a glass up with some water. "Where the hell are those two?" I mumbled to myself as I looked out the window, shoving my sneaks off of my feet. 

I'll go look upstairs, I thought. Maybe Pop's tired from last night.

We went to the Rez, where they held the annual carnival. I snorted as I thought about Pop and Billy hanging out together. They were hilarious. Jake and I had a blast every year, and mom was probably over there right now, cleaning up after our mess. 

I headed upstairs while trying to whistle, getting irritated, seeing as to how I couldn't do it. "Damnit!" 

My parents would tease me all the time, just walking around the house and whistling loudly, with me glaring at them, because they knew that I hated that stuff. I wish that I could do it, but here I am, spitting all over myself. 

As I reached the hallway, I saw that all of the lights were out and grew a little worried, because when it came to stuff like this, mom was an absolute freak. She hated it when Pop enclosed the house in darkness, claiming that 'sun brought happiness,' and all of that jazz.

Sliding the switch up, I gasped as I saw red, smeared all over the walls. 

I ran towards my parent's room and slammed the door open. "No!" I screamed, completely frozen as I saw my pop laying down with his back on the floor, blood all over him. "No!"

"Daddy!" I cried, breaking out of my shock of not recognizing him as I ran over to him and threw my body on top of his. "Daddy, no!" He didn't move, so I grabbed a hold of his cheeks and shook his head back and forth. "Please, please, please!"

He grunted underneath me after a few seconds. "Kiddo?" 

As his brown eyes met my own, I cried out in happiness before I looked down at his body, remembering what I was dealing with. "Oh, God...you're bleeding." 

When I used my trembling fingers to wipe the red away from his face, where it was dirty with it, he shook his head and took a hold of my wrists. "Baby," he whispered, his eyes on mine. "I'm sorry." 

I frowned, confused as to what he was apologizing for, as I ran my bloody hands along my eyes to try to see him better. "Daddy, get up, we need to leave."

He shook his head and gave me a weak smile. "Pumpkin, I love you."

I stared into his eyes, the quiver that left my lips unavoidable. "I love you too, dad."

He slowly nodded before he coughed in pain. I leaned away from him, thinking that I was hurting him in some way, but he shook his head as he grabbed a hold of my face to pull me back. "Bells, you need to listen to me." 

My eyebrows scrunched together. Why are we still here? I thought. 

"I am so proud of you."

I shook my head, not understanding why he was telling me this now. "Daddy?"

He ignored me, a gentle smile underneath his moustache. "I am so proud of what you became, kiddo." 

"I don't understand," I whispered. "Don't say stuff like that."

A tear fell from his eye and I wiped it away. "Do you know how important you are to me?" he asked. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, do you know that?"

"Wh—" I stopped, because right now was not the time for this. I was wasting it on stupid questions. Wrapping my fingers around his arms, I tried to pull him up. "Help me, daddy. We need to go, you're hurt."

"I'll always be here for you, kiddo," he whispered, not helping me with my weak pulls. "You always remember that, alright?"

I nodded, hesitant. "What…are you doing?"

He tried to hide the grimace as his body tensed up, but of course, I noticed it instantly. "I want you to look out for mom, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?" 

I nodded again, feeling so helpless all of a sudden, as tears ran down my cheeks. "You're not going anywhere."

He ran his hands over his pants as he wiped the blood away before he placed them against my cheeks. "I don't want you to cry, Kiddo," he told me, my tears vanishing from the power of his thumbs ridding them.

I closed my eyes as I shook my head. "Daddy, you can't leave me. You just…can't…it's not possible." Wrapping my fingers around his wrists, I opened my eyes. "Don't leave me," I whispered, begging him. "Please...don't." 

He shook his head as he lifted my hoodie up over my hair. I wrapped my arms around his waist after he pulled me down, my grip against him not willing to ease. "I'll never leave you, Bella. I promise."

As he started humming, I closed my eyes and buried my face into his neck, giving it a peck while I begged for the escape that sleep would provide me. 

---

I woke up when I felt nothing.

No chest rises underneath my arms.

No deep breathing hitting the top of my hoodie.

No vibrations against the fabric.

Just…nothing.

As I lifted my face from his neck, his arms that were placed over my shoulders fell off, hitting the floor beneath him with a deafening thump. 

He wasn't clinging onto me anymore, and that alone hurt so bad.

He was just laying there...


With his mouth open, his eyes closed, and his face...


Expressionless. 

Nothing.

I had no voice as I tried to scream out for him, so I just breathed...


Begging for him to just…wake up.

Nothing.

I placed my ear over his chest and clenched my eyes shut as I tried to calm down my unnecessary breathing, so that I could just...concentrate, on hearing something, anything...please. 

Nothing.

I cried out, my throat and heart burning me to the core as I placed my forehead against his neck again. And when I took a hold of his hand and interlaced our fingers together, he didn't hold me back. 

Nothing.

-End Flashback-

I had to go home. 

Renee. 

I needed to see how she was holding up.

If I have to deal with Phil, then so be it. I'll deal with him.

---

I walked up to the front door, praying that the asshole wasn't here.

I knocked and after a couple of seconds, Phil answered with a scowl over his face. "Well, I see that you're still alive, Isabella." After he stepped aside, I walked into the house, looking over my shoulder as he shut the door behind him. "I haven't seen you in some time." 

I nodded as I looked around the living room. "I'm staying at Em's."

"How nice," he mocked.

I walked over to the kitchen and peeked inside. Finding it empty, I turned around and raised an eyebrow at him as he sat down on the recliner. "Where's Renee?" 

"She left, Isabella."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Left? What do you mean, she left?"

He fucking snapped. This asshole killed her.

"Renee packed up her shit and left us," he answered, turning down the volume of the TV. Looking over at me, he grinned. "Isn't that nice of her to just leave you in my responsibility?" 

"She left me?" I whispered to myself.

He nodded as he leaned towards the table to grab his bottle of beer. "Yes, Isabella. Your mother left you." 

I can't believe this shit. "How — what — no," I choked out, shaking my head. "No way. This must be some kind of a mistake, she wouldn't just leave me."

"Oh, but she did," he whispered, narrowing his eyes at me a bit. "Renee specifically told me that she couldn't take care of you anymore, and quite frankly, that she simply didn't want to."

I gritted my teeth as I stomped over to the front door, not looking back as I stepped out of my so called home. "That…bitch!" I growled, getting into my truck. "That fucking bitch!" I repeated, punching the steering wheel with one hand as my other one started it up. 

I was fucking heated.

More than heated, I was fucking furious.

How could she just leave me?

---

I drove up to the first bar that I spotted, which was Breaking Dawn. Hopefully, Esme isn't here tonight to encounter my goddamn rage and honest to God need to just drink myself into a stupor.

After I walked inside the place, I shoved my ass through the crowd in some vicious sort of a way as I headed towards the bar. Damn it all to hell, I thought, looking around at the crowd.  

What was tonight? Dance fucking fever, or something? 


Did the music really need to be that loud? 

When I finally reached the bar, I yanked on one of the stools and sat down with a growl. Noticing Esme as she started heading towards me, I groaned, throwing my hands up in the air. "Bella, sweeth—" she sang, but then stopped when she saw my expression of not the hell now. Giving me a quick nod, she grabbed a hold of a glass and filled it up with the brown liquid that will help calm my motherfucking nerves. "Here you go, sweetheart."

I smiled my thanks, grabbing a hold of her hand with one of mine as my other one took the drink. "You don't know how much I appreciate you," I grimaced after a longer than necessary sip of the alcohol as I placed my glass on top of the counter. "You're awesome, Esme." 

The lady gave me a wink before she walked away, letting me have my time. 

Right then and there, I knew that I would love Esme Cullen. 

---

The night continued and I started feeling pretty goddamn good, if I do say so myself.

I wasn't drunk, I was just…tipsy.

Did I build some kind of a fucking immunity to this shit?

I didn't know the answer to that but what I did know was that I needed another drink. "Esme!" I screamed before I quickly covered my mouth, because...shit...I really just screamed, like a goddamn diva and all. 

The lovely lady laughed as she came walking over to me. Giving me a smirk that highly imitated her sons, she grabbed a hold of my chin. "Honey, you know…we are in the same country. There's no need for you to scream to get my attention."

I laughed, out loud. 

Yeah, screw immunity. I'm definitely feeling the effects of my whiskey baby. 

I grabbed a hold of her face with my own smirk, which if I'm keeping it real, probably imitated a stroke patient at a time like this, but who was being technical, right? "I fucking love you, Esme," I stated before I cringed. "I just fucking cursed." I growled as I slapped my forehead, noticing that I did it again. "Holy shit, I suck at this." 

Taking a hold of my glass, she poured a drop of whiskey into it before handing it back. "That is your last call." 

"I understand," I mumbled, completely on her level.

With pursed together lips, she leaned against the counter. "And, no worries about the cussing. I'm used to it, unfortunately." I snorted and she laughed like…this chick is something else. "Honey, how are you getting home?" 

"Beats me," I replied with a shrug as I waved my hands around. "I'll walk home when I'm ready." Pointing at her, I shook my head. "But not now. I'm not ready now."

Grinning, she dug her cell phone out of her jean pocket and flipped it open, keeping her eyes on me while she started walking backwards. "You don't leave this bar, you hear me, Bella?" 

"Oh! Oh!" I shouted, nodding towards the dance floor. "I love this fucking song!" 

She rolled her eyes at my excitement as she turned around, and I stumbled out of my stool before I started heading out towards the crowd, through the dance floor with my eyes closed, my hips swaying to the music while I placed my hoodie over my head. 

It felt so goddamn nice.

I didn't give a hell about who was staring or what the fuck ever.

My slow movements didn't stop when the song ended, I just kept it up until the next one started as I raised my hands up in the air, letting my hips continue swaying to the beat of the music that controlled my being. 

A couple of minutes later, I felt hands over my hips and I went to open my eyes and turn around — to punch whoever thought that it was cool to just start dancing with a motherfucker — but before I had the chance to take action, said motherfucker's chest leaned into my back as they rested their chin against my shoulder.

And I smelled, motherfucking perfection.

Edward goddamn Cullen.

After pulling my hoodie down, he placed his mouth along my neck and smirked against the skin there as I felt his hips move with mine. His arms reached out after a second or two and wrapped around my waist before he interlaced his fingers with my own. "So, do you wanna dance with me, or something?" 

"We're already dancing, you idiot," I stated with a grin, opening my eyes. 

He hummed as he ran his nose against my hair. "I guess that we are." 

I turned around so that I could face him. Placing my arms over his shoulders, my grin widened as he narrowed his eyes at me in some playful type of a way, his hands falling to my lower back. "Why are you here anyway?" I asked, teasing him. "You're kind of stalking my life, you know that, right?" 

He leaned in and sniffed my mouth, causing my eyebrows to scrunch together as I wondered what the hell he was up to. "Were you by any chance in the back room, trying to fix the stove or some shit?" 

I rolled my eyes as we continued dancing. "No, smart-ass."

"Just making sure," he whispered, giving me a grin. "I wouldn't be surprised, if I'm being honest with you." 

I was tired of standing on my feet as the song ended, so after giving one of his cheeks a couple of light — but not really — smacks, I waved at the kid before I walked away from him. "Things to see, people to do."

Hearing him laugh behind me, I turned around with a raised eyebrow. "Did you really just dismiss me, Bae?" I shrugged, keeping my gaze on him while he walked up to me. "Where the hell are you going?" 

"To the bar, obviously."

He rolled his eyes as he took a hold of my hand. "Well, shit, don't worry about my invite, yeah?"

I snorted before I led us towards the bar, where Esme watched us with a smirk across her lovely face. Edward placed his hands over my hips and as I went to turn around with the intent of telling him to back up off of my grill, a sharp yelp left my throat as he lifted me up into the air, dumping my ass on top of the stool afterwards. 

I narrowed my eyes at him when he came up beside me, and he winked at me in return before he leaned over the counter to give Esme a kiss against her forehead. "Thank you, bambino," she murmured, her fingers busy with pinching her son's cheek. 

He groaned, smacking her hands away from his face. "Christ, Ma."

"Yes, thank you, bambino," I mocked, pinching his cheek, harder. 

Trying to hide the glare that was brewing behind his eyelids, he took a seat on the stool that was placed next to me with a raised brow. "And why are you thanking me, Bella?" 

Good question.

I shrugged. "No clue."

He shook his head at me before asking his mom for a Miller Lite. Turning his attention back to my being as she walked away, he turned in his seat and faced my side . "So, what's going on?" 

I raised an eyebrow at him. "And why would you think that something was wrong?" 

"Well for one, I never said that I thought that something was wrong," he replied, causing me to grimace as I looked away from him. "Number two, you're drinking whiskey," he continued. "And last but not least, you're obviously not giving a fuck about your safety." 

"Safety?" 

Looking out into the crowd, he nodded. "Your accident prone ass was out there dancing, and with no spotters at that, yeah?" 

I pouted as I lowered my head. "I can dance," I whispered.

Taking a hold of my chin, he lifted it. "No one said that you couldn't," he whispered with a crooked smile. 

And I was mesmerized. 

I don't fucking know why, but I was.

This kid has some goddamn power over me, I swear it.

Looking at him in some dreamy kind of a way, I placed my elbow on top of the counter and laid my cheek over my palm. "You're kind of beautiful, you know that?" Scrunching his eyebrows together, he pursed his lips. "What?" I asked, still looking at him all...magically. 

Without breaking eye contact, he grinned as he yelled for Esme. "Ma! No more whiskey for anyone who goes by the name of Bella Swan. The chick is creeping me out!" 

Hearing her laughter, I rolled my eyes as I shook my head. "Whatever, ass," I mumbled as I started going through my bag, looking for my wallet. "I'm creeping my own self out, so yeah, I need to go home. ASAP." 

He grabbed the money that I was about to place on top of the counter and shoved it back into my bag. "What are you doing?" he asked, like it wasn't obvious. 

"I'm paying for my drinks," I replied, digging it back out. "Mind your own business." 

"She won't accept it," he told him as he went to grab the money again. I slapped his hand away and he shook his head at me. "I wouldn't waste your time, Bella. Just put it back." 

"She'll accept it," I stated with confidence before I saw Esme heading towards us with a glare. Rolling my eyes at her when she reached the counter, I shook my head. "Esme, please, just take it. Don't be all...difficult." 

She shook her head at me, like I was talking crazy, as she picked up the money and held it out to me. I stood up from my seat and went to back away, but one menacing smile from her stopped me dead in my tracks. "If you value your life, sweetheart, you'll take this money back right this instant."

"Told you so, you idiot," Edward whispered, standing up from his stool as I gulped, taking back the cash. 

Stuffing it into my bag, I narrowed my eyes at her pleased expression. "I'm never coming here again."  

"Oh quit your whining, I'll see you around," she laughed, kissing my cheek and slapping Edward's. "Be careful, kids," she sang before walking away from us.  

Edward walked — all calm like — as I stumbled — all non calm like — towards my truck. "I'll see you later, you prick!" I shouted over my shoulder. "Don't pull your regular shit with kidnapping my being, either. Take it how it is. I'm not your victim!" 

I heard his laughter behind me and rolled my eyes. "Bae, wait."

I turned around with a raised eyebrow, and he nodded towards his car as he placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie. "It's still pretty early. You feel like going back to my apartment to chill out, or whatever?" 

"Your apartment?" I questioned, keeping my eyes on him as I dug through my bag to pull out my keys. "I uh, thought that you lived at home with your parents?"

He shook his head as he snatched the keys out of my hand. "No, Jas and I share an apartment, but I stay at my parent's house when he has Alice over, which is all the fucking time now...unfortunately." 

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, alright. I'll come over." He smirked, so I added a "Since I have nothing better to do," with narrowed eyes. 

Lowering his head, he pursed his lips. "Well, Bella. Don't let me stop you from doing something better, yeah?" 

I laughed as he turned around and headed towards his car. Following behind him, I raised my hoodie over my head. "Yeah, yeah."

---

After walking down the hallway in comfortable silence, Edward stopped in front of his door and I stood next to him as he pulled his keys out of his hoodie pocket. When the kid froze, I nudged his shoulder with a smile as I nodded towards the knob. "So you put the key into that thing right there," I told him. "It does this wonderful things that includes unlocking the door." 

Ignoring me, he turned around as he shoved his key back into his pocket. Leaning against the door, he raised an eyebrow at me as he placed his arms across his chest. "So, really, are you good?" 

Mimicking his stance, I shook my head at him. "You never give up, do you?" 

"Nope," he whispered, popping the P. I lowered my head with a short laugh. "Come on, Bella," he complained. "Fucking give me somet—"

"My fucking mom left!" I yelled, interrupting him as I lifted my head, throwing my hands up in the air. "Okay? Are you good now? Is that what you wanted to hear?" 

He kept his eyes on me as he pushed himself off of the door. "Shit, Bae. I'm sorry about that." 

"No worries," I whispered, stopping him from coming towards me by placing my hands against his chest. "It's not even a big deal. Everyone leaves after a while, anyway, so..."  

"Hey," he started, anger lacing his voice as he pushed my hands away from his chest. "Don't think like that." 

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Well, it's the fucking truth, Edward. There's no reason to deny it." 

His eyes darkened in irritation, a complete opposite of how calm his voice turned. "Stop being a drama queen."

"Excuse me?" I hissed, looking at him in disbelief.

"A drama queen," he repeated, nodding at me. "You're acting like one." 

I pushed him into the door. "You don't know what the fuck I've been through, how dare you tell me tha—"

Grabbing a hold of my arms, he held them down against my sides, my words and sharp jabs against his pecks interrupted. "Everyone goes through bullshit, Bella. Get the fuck over it," he argued.

This motherfucker.

I struggled against him to get out of his grip, but no vice. As I went to bite the kid, he turned us around and slammed my back into the door, reversing our positions. "I can't just....get over it, Edward," I gritted. 

He lifted my arms and pinned my hands above my head as he growled. "Yes, you fucking can, Bae." I went to argue but he leaned down and placed his face right in front of mine as he continued. "You're just acting like a little bitch right now." 

"You're such a goddamn asshole!" I hissed as I went to knee him, but he prevented my intention by pressing his legs against mine. I gritted my teeth as I laid the back of my head against the door behind me. "You don't understand..." 

"Then fucking tell me," he whispered, his words a soft hum. Placing his forehead against mine, his eyes closed, letting my own follow suit. "Shit, Bae. Just fucking talk to me." 

"No," I breathed.

"Yes."

Opening my eyes, I narrowed them at him. "Fuck you." 

He growled, the rumble of his chest hitting mine before his hands went to the back of my neck to pull my face towards his. My breath stuttered not a second later, a little bit, as soon as his lips began attacking my own. 

This wasn't a soft kiss.

It was one filled with despair, request, and infuriation.

I moaned into his open mouth as I lowered my hands and grabbed a hold of his shoulders, trying like all hell to pull his body closer to mine, if that was even possible. His grip left my neck and went down to my ass, where I was lifted up into the air and then slammed back against the door. My thighs immediately wrapped around his waist for support as I let my fingers run through his hair. 

After his mouth left mine, he placed his forehead against my chin as he groaned my name, the sound of it just spurring me on as I extended my neck and shook my head, sucking in the air that I needed from that episode. "Just...shut up." 

He nodded before his lips started making their way down my throat, licking and biting the skin there, driving it crazy. "Right."

Here we are, in his hallway, pushing and pulling, panting and groaning, and just…


Giving the fuck in.

Bringing my face down to his, he left our lips leveled with each others, but not touching. "Talk to me, Bae." 

"I can't."

"Goddamn you," he hissed, his breath stabbing me before he took my swollen bottom lip into his mouth, and just…God.

I held my breath, it not being needed, as I sucked his top lip into my mouth, returning the favor as equally as I could. And when I felt his tongue softly run itself along my pressed tight lips, trying to enter and mingle with my own, I wasn't allowing it.

I wanted him to beg me, for motherfucking once.

Giving my mouth a growl, he leaned away from me a bit with narrowed eyes. "Stop that shit," he whispered, referring to my denial. "Open up for me." 

I shook my head as I leaned forward and brushed my swollen lips against his raw ones. 

He grunted in dissatisfaction as he leaned farther away from me. "Bella, open up," he complained as he placed his fingers over my mouth, trying to pull my lips apart. I shook my head at the kid's demand and he in return, slammed me into the door again, causing me to gasp from excitement. "Fucking do it, please." 

My lips instantly spread apart to his request, and he groaned as he leaned forward to sweep his tongue along my own. Gripping onto his upper arms, I started moving my body against his, grinding into him, feeling him. 

He was so motherfucking hard, all over. 

His fingers fumbled with the bottom of my hoodie as they tried to lift it over my torso, but every time that he grabbed it, I pushed into him and he tensed. Moving his mouth from mine, he shook his head as he breathed against my jaw. "Christ, Bella. Stay still for a goddamn second."

Leaning back, I smirked as his eyes followed my one hand while I lowered it. Reaching in between us, I took a good hold of him through his jeans and a second later, he bit the shit out of my top lip as he slammed both of his fists into the door, next to my shoulders. 

And, next thing that I know, we were falling. Me, backwards. Edward, forwards. 

I screeched — midair — at the same time that Edward cursed as he quickly placed his palms over the back of my head. When we landed on the floor, I groaned at the hit that my back took and at the weight of his body falling on top of mine. Even though the kid threw his arms out and extracted some of the heaviness as soon as we reached the carpet, it still hurt like a motherfucker. 

His eyes ran over my face, his expression a mixture of worry and a little bit of embarrassment, seeing as to how we were down here because of his goddamn fists. "Are you good?"

I answered him by pulling his face down to mine, my fingers pressing themselves over the skin of his neck.

Because talking right now, seemed so…unnecessary.

No?

His lips smirked against my lips as he lightly ran his mouth across my own, back and forth, just motherfucking teasing me. Lowering my arms from his shoulders, I moved my hands down his back until my fingers reached the bottom hem of his hoodie, where they ran underneath the useless material until they pulled his body into mine, closer. 

"So, uh…you guys are definitely just, making out…in front of us."

Our lips froze at the statement that was heard throughout the room. Edward lifted his head a bit and my eyes followed his own as we looked above our heads. 

And hello, a grinning Blue Eyes.

Oh.

And Alice. Who looked a tad bit disgusted.

Returning my attention back to Edward, my eyebrow raised, seeing as to how the kid was kind of just...staring at my mouth. "Are you hurt?" 

I snorted. "Definitely not."

"Good," he whispered, one side of his mouth higher than the other. After pushing himself off of me, I bit onto my lip as I took the hand that he held out to me. "That's...good," he repeated as he stood me up, that thumb of his tugging my teeth's grip away. 

I turned around when I heard Pixie mutter a "Gross." As she slapped her hands over her eyes and stood up from the couch like her ass was on fire, I scrunched my brows together, watching her run into the kitchen in some kind of a hurry. Looking down at myself when the door slammed shut behind her, I tried to see if there was anything wrong with my clothing attire, or something. 

What the hell was her deal?

Jasper whistled and I looked over at him with narrowed eyes, because first of all...


I was kind of jealous cause, you know, he can whistle, and I fucking can't. 

And number two, what the hell was his deal?

"Kind of inappropriate, don't you think?" he asked, raising a brow at Edward's...

Oh.

Yum.

Blue Eyes shook his head as he started heading towards the kitchen. "Hide that shit around my girl, man," he told his cousin as said cousin grinned in some awkward kind of a way, adjusting himself.  

As the door shut behind Jasper, Edward ran his fingers through his hair with a grimace, looking away from me as my eyes watched the tent that was underneath his jeans slowly disappear. "Uh, sorry. I can't really...help the shit." 

I nodded, completely understanding. "Yeah, tell me about it, dude. I'm so fucking we—ow, yeah!" I shouted, catching myself before I embarrassed myself. "I can't believe that I just said that shit to you!"

"Fuuck," he mumbled as his eyes lowered from my own and went down to my chest, where they turned sexy dark, "mee," he finished. 

I looked down and YEP, my nipples decided — right then and there — that it was the perfect time to make themselves known through my thin hoodie and tee shirt.  

I placed my arms across my chest — a little too quickly — which caused my teeth to cling onto my bottom lip as I tried to stop the moan that was dying to escape my throat when my nipples made contact with anything. A soft groan left the kid's mouth and I looked up, only to be met with his — come hither — eyes stuck on my mouth.

Fuck, dude.

I'm horny as a motherfucker and seeing Edward looking at me like that isn't...


Helping my 'case.'

"Right uhm," Edward stuttered, breaking out of his haze. "Get undress—wow!" he shouted, looking at me like did I really just say that?' After hitting his forehead, he continued. "I mean, get comfortable. I need to go take a shower, so I'll be back out, alright, bye." 

And as the kid ran through the living room and into the hallway, I thought...

Awkwaaaarrrdd.

But then I laughed like a crazed out maniac, because, I mean, come on! 

That was some funny shit. 

Right?

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