Chapter Notes: Surprise! I just got home about three hours ago, and I've been itching to write so fucking bad since I went out of state that I sat my ass down and decided to write out a little outtake an hour ago. When I say little, I do mean little. It's only 5 pages long, but it's something to tie you all over until I get the next chapter written for next week. :) I have nothing for chapter 14 yet, but I have ten pages written for chapter 15. I think I'm pretty much going to be in love with that chapter when it's finished, and I can't wait for you all to read it! That's off topic, though. This outtake is a little different than the others, in that it's not just one person's point of view, it's a variation of alternating points of views. This coincides with the shit hitting the fan at the restaurant in chapter 13, and I think it'll give you the insight you all wanted.

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Disclaimer: What I own: A frazzled brain and a pair of cold feet, at the moment.
What I don't own: Pretty much every character from this story. Dammit.

Chapter Song: The Lock Down Denial - Cute Is What We Aim For

-T-

It should have been inevitable; the overwhelming need to protect what was mine, except it wasn't really mine. Not anymore. I supposed I had foolishly thought he wouldn't move on—not yet. I'd have been an idiot not to assume he'd been with other people, but as long as he wasn't emotionally involved; as long as nobody had his heart and he theirs, he was still mine. I wasn't used to this predatory feeling that overcame me as I saw them together, even though it was obvious that neither of them even realized that anything was even there. I could see it unfolding as clearly as if I were peering into one of Alice's visions, and the mended pieces of my heart shattered all over again as I finally admitted to myself what I'd desperately been trying to ignore.

I was still in love with him, and he was already hers.

-A-

I hauled Tanya towards the bathroom by her arm in muted rage, though I knew my face hardly showed how angry I was. Had I not told her just a few hours before to back the fuck off, and had she not agreed? Had I missed the part where we'd agreed on parameters in which she could and could not throw herself at him?

As we rounded the corner and pushed through the door, all I could think was that she'd better have had a damn good reason for her actions, or her knee cap was about to get dislocated.

I whirled around and faced her, hands on my hips with an expectant expression on my face, but her gaze was locked on the floor.

"Well?" I prodded, raising my eyebrows slightly.

"I'm sorry, Alice," she said quietly.

"Sorry for what, exactly? For deliberately trying to fuck this up? For lying to me and going back on your word?" I accused.

"Those weren't my intentions, I just—"

"You just what? How can you stand there and tell me that those weren't your intentions? What other intentions could you have possibly had?" I shouted, throwing my hands in the air.

"None," she stated simply.

I stared at her incredulously, growing angrier by the second. I was seriously contemplating punching her in the face, and that was a first for me. I didn't punch, I kicked.

"Look, just let me explain, okay?"

"Oh, please do!" I nodded emphatically, waving her on with my hand before placing both on my hips again.

"I didn't expect for this to happen," she started, toying with her fingers. "I've been trying so hard to push it down, hoping that maybe if I denied it enough, it'd eventually become true, but I guess that's not how it works."

What the hell was she babbling on about?

"Seeing their chemistry, and how oblivious they are to it triggered irrational jealousy within me. It's no excuse, and I promise I'm going to try to control myself from now on, but it's the truth."

"I'm not following you," I growled, shaking my head in frustration.

"I'm still in love with him, Ali," she said, finally looking up at me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back the fucking truck up.

"What?" I asked, certain that I had to have misheard her.

"I'm still in love with Edward."

I stared at her, my mouth hanging open slightly as her words sunk in.

"Oh, shit, T," I sighed, slumping my shoulders. "I'm so sorry. I didn't...I didn't know."

"Yeah, well, you wouldn't have, would you? I didn't even want to tell myself," she laughed humorlessly. "But being here with him...having his arm around me, and touching him just brings it all back, and I miss him."

"Dammit," I muttered, stomping my foot slightly. "I feel horrible. If I'd have known, I wouldn't have ever brought you out—"

"Alice, don't," she said sternly, holding a hand up and closing her eyes. "In a way, I think it's good for me. Admitting it to myself was a huge step, and I...I think I need to see him with somebody else, to make it more real for me. It can help me finally move on, seeing for myself that he has."

I didn't know what to say. What could I say? Nothing was going to make it better, so I let my actions speak for me and silently enveloped her in a big hug. Her arms wrapped around my waist and her head rested on my shoulder, but that was short-lived. The bathroom door flew open, and in walked Rosalie with a murderous look on her face.

Oh, shit.

-R-

I told that fucking pixie. I told her the bitch couldn't be trusted, but Alice insisted she put her in her place, so I let it go. Obviously, though, some reinforcement was necessary, and I was more than ready and willing to take on the job. I cracked my knuckles and my neck, stretching my arms out in preparation for the beat down I was about to give. The women's restroom may not have been the most desirable place to take a bitch down, but fuck it. Sometimes you just had to make do with what you were given, and I had a few ideas swimming in my brain that involved Tanya's face and a toilet bowl. Or five.

As I neared the bathroom door, all I could think about was that I hoped Emmett wouldn't be too mad that I beat up his friend, though I was sure it wasn't anything a good blow job or two couldn't fix.

-Em-

I watched Rose march her hot ass towards the bathroom, steam practically shooting out of her ears, and all I could think was, 'Damn. My girl is hot when she's about to throw down.' I was tempted to run after her, just to sneak a peek into the ladies room to watch her smack Tanya around a bit, but then I felt bad because Tanya was my friend, and I loved her. I couldn't fault Rosie for getting mad, though. The mission to get Ward-o and Bella together had been my idea, but Rose and Alice had essentially been the masterminds behind the entire thing from that point on, and God help anybody who got in their way. My sister may have been small, but she was a feisty little fuck, and my girl...

Well, I feared for Tanya's life, just a little.

I probably should have been a little pissed off that my friend was about to get knocked out by my girlfriend, but all it was doing was turning me on. I could always pretend to be really upset, though, just to get a couple of bomb ass blow jobs. She worked wonders with her mouth.

I inhaled a shrimp and stared off, thinking about that thing she did with her tongue. Oh, man...

-J-

Don't ask, don't tell. Don't ask, don't tell.

My girlfriend was the most mind-boggling creature I'd ever come across, and God knew I was so tempted to crack and just ask what the fuck was going on with everybody, but somehow I knew that it would only come back to bite me in the ass. I was still convinced that the phone call Rose and Alice had coaxed me into making to the Dean of Science a while back about the 'lab rat', as they so eloquently called her, was going to backfire on me, but—fingers crossed—so far, so good. I could only assume it had something to do with Edward, though.

Poor, unsuspecting Edward. He really underestimated her sneaky ways. Double that with my sister's twisted mind? Good lord.

Trouble was a-brewin'.

-R-

I kicked open the door and walked in, my rage increasing tenfold as I saw Alice and the bitch in a loving embrace.

The fuck? She was supposed to be tearing her hair out, not playing Momma Bear and comforting her! Hell to the no.

"Alice," I growled, causing her to jump away and stare at me, wide-eyed. "Anything I should know before I beat the shit out of her?"

"As a matter of fact, there is," she nodded, averting her gaze for a second before looking at me again. "There will be no need for an ass beating. It won't happen again."

"Right, just like you said she'd listen this morning, huh? The second your ass left she was all over him," I hissed, narrowing my eyes and pointing an accusing finger at the bitch.

"Rosalie, just trust me. It was an accident," she sighed. I snorted and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Alice, I told you, nobody fucks with my girl's future. You have ten seconds to give me a damn good explanation before I wash her face with toilet water. Ten, nine, eight—"

"She's still in love with Edward," she said over my voice. I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

"Seven, six—"

"Rosalie!" she scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"Is that supposed to explain everything? Sorry, but I couldn't give less of a shit. Four seconds," I reminded.

"Put yourself in her position. What if this was Emmett we were trying to set up with somebody?"

"It's not."

"But what if it was? How would you feel?" she insisted.

"It's not the same," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because we're—"

"In love?" she finished with raised eyebrows. "They were too, Rose, for three years. And Edward has moved on, but she hasn't. She's trying, okay? It can't be easy."

I opened my mouth to retort, but nothing came out, so I closed it. This happened a few more times before I huffed in frustration and narrowed my eyes.

"Fine. I'll give you that. It must fucking suck, and I can't imagine how I'd feel in this situation. But it's not going to be a legit excuse every time, got it?" I said sternly, pointing a finger at Tanya.

"Got it," she nodded once. I eyed her carefully before mumbling 'alright' and turning my ass around to march out the door and back to the table. It was a good fucking thing I had a salad, otherwise somebody would have been getting cussed the fuck out if my food was cold because of this shit.

-T-

Even though she had been five seconds away from murdering me, I couldn't help but smile as I stared at Rosalie's back. She was quite obviously vicious, and seemingly unwavering, for the most part, but she was loyal, and she only had the best interest of her loved ones at heart. She seemed like she would stop at nothing to ensure their happiness, and from the looks of it, she succeeded. I'd never seen Emmett as happy as he was when he was around her, and she kept him in line.

She was perfect for him.

-Em-

When Tanya scooted back into the booth, I instantly ran my eyes up and down her frame, looking for any signs of physical harm, but I couldn't find shit. Instead, I got the brunt of Rosalie's violence with a smack to the back of my head and her yelling at me to get out of the booth and let her back in. I slid out, never taking my eyes off of Tanya as I searched desperately for a cut, or nail imprint, or anything, but still came up short. I sat back down with a pout and ate another shrimp.

So much for my blow jobs.

I'd never understand women.

-J-

I looked between my sister, my girlfriend, and Tanya curiously as we all reclaimed our seats. Nobody looked harmed, and Rose didn't look like she was about to rip the nuts off of the next person her crossed her path anymore.

"Everything okay?" I asked Alice, though my gaze still flitted to the others involved in the assumed altercation.

"Yup, we just had some...things...we needed to sort out," she answered, turning to me with a brilliant smile that I couldn't help but return before she kissed my cheek, because that was what she did to me. She made me grin like a fool at absolutely any time. Hell, somebody could have told me Blackie, our family dog, had died, and if she turned to me and smiled like that, I'd still smile right back.

I leaned in and kissed her cheek softly, wrapping my left arm around her waist and pulling her closer to me before resuming my lunch.

I'd never understand women, but quite frankly, I had no desire to.

Sometimes, ignorance really was bliss, especially when the women in question were the ones at our table.

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