Thanks so much to my betas, Sherry and Paige! Without them, I wouldn't be able to post these chapters so quickly!
"Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows, No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again."
The days trudge on and my performance has improved immensely. I've gotten better about pushing Edward out of my every thought and focusing on my career. What little there is of it. My attempts at ignoring him seem futile. Even when I avoid looking at him, I can feel him, like my body always knows when he's near and what he's doing. It's a delicious, yet horrible feeling, wrapped up in one uncomfortable package.
Today, for instance, I have successfully avoided looking at him for twenty whole minutes! Far better than I've done in the past, although still not good enough for me. Maybe I just need to get laid. It's been six months since my last partner, and while I'm not usually desperate for sex or anything like that, Edward definitely brings out the urge. The saddest thing about me finding a random man in LA to hookup with is that I would most definitely be thinking about Edward the entire time. So, it looks like it's just going to be Eve's Slim Pink Pleaser and me then.
"Okay, five minutes guys!" Emmett calls for our break.
He looks at me and I blush, realizing I've just spent the last few minutes on set contemplating my dull sex life. I dash off the set, not wanting to make small-talk with any of my castmates. It's times like these when I wish I hadn't given up smoking. Sure, my clothes smell better and my skin looks healthier, but I miss the calming affect nicotine used to provide. Wanting to evade everyone else, I leave the set entirely and hide out in the lot. Sure, I kicked my smoking habit, but I can still stand outside like I did as a smoker. Back in the day when I used to hang out in the alleyway of a club or restaurant and avoid small talk with strangers.
"Good job today."
I jump at the familiar velvet-like voice that brings me such dread and such pleasure at the same time. Of course, he followed me out here. I'm sure he finds the rise he gets out of me absolutely hilarious. I take a deep breath and compose myself before meeting his gaze.
"Thanks, Edward. It's a wonderful script so you've made things pretty easy for me."
He smirks, and while I usually hate cockiness when it comes to men, this guy definitely has a reason to be cocky. He's handsome, multi-talented, and is certain to be a success. Sure, his attitude leaves much to be desired, but I'm positive many successful men act this way. Who am I kidding? I don't know many successful men.
"Why, Bella, that's kind of you to say." He gives me a wolfish grin and I quickly look away. "What are you going to do when we finish in four weeks?"
Go back to my normal life. As soon as the thought drifts through my mind, I wonder if it's an actual possibility. With the hype that's been surrounding Edward and his first feature film, I wonder if I'll have a normal life to return to. Part of me hopes that I'll just be another nameless face in a sea of people. However, another prominent part yearns for the fame and success that I've come all this way for. I can't help but wonder if my idea of being successful in Hollywood is different from reality. Everyone on this shoot is a rookie actor and none of us truly know what is in store for us. Hell, this is Edward's first movie, he has no idea of what the reception for his work will be either.
"What are you thinking?"
When I look back at him, his features have softened, as well as his stance. I've never seen him so relaxed and so… normal looking. I'm taken aback for a moment before I can find the words to answer him.
"I was just thinking about what life will be like for us after this movie is released. I'm sure it will do well," I say, with a small, encouraging smile.
Suddenly, I wonder why I'm giving him a smile in the first place. It's not as if a guy like him needs that much encouragement.
"It'll be good," he says, brushing me off. It's clear he doesn't want to talk about it, and I can't help but wonder if he's apprehensive about the whole thing.
While I can't see this type of guy being nervous, this is his first time directing a full-length movie and that would make anyone edgy.
I try to think of something to say to soothe his nerves a bit, but he opens his mouth and beats me to it.
"We're grabbing a drink at a club nearby if you're up to it."
My eyes widen at the thought of drinking with Edward, before I gain control of myself and plaster a neutral expression on my face. Of course, I'm not going with Edward specifically. The whole cast will most likely be there and I know I'll have nothing to worry about. Still, knowing that Edward will be so close to me outside of our work setting puts me on edge. Nonetheless, I can't bring myself to turn down the opportunity.
"That sounds good," I coolly state.
"I'll buy you your first drink, since you did so well today," Edward smiles at me before turning to head back inside.
As I watch him leave I know I have to pull myself together. I can't let this man walk all over me. If he's going to play games with my mind—whether he's actually aware of doing so or not—I'm going to play with his. I'm done with swooning over this guy. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself.
Is it strange that at twenty-three I already feel too old to be getting trashed at a nightclub? Maybe it's just me… or maybe it's the fact that I've been here for ten minutes and I'm still completely sober. Whatever the reason, I feel incredibly out of place. It appears that my castmates don't seem to have the same problem. Apparently, I didn't get the memo about pregaming before hitting the clubs.
As I stand at the bar waiting for the bartender to make eye contact with me so I can order, I wish I wore something more revealing. I've been passed over several times and I know at this rate I'll never get a drink. My excuse for dressing so modestly has always been the fact that with tits like mine, it's extremely hard to find a party dress that doesn't make me look like a porn star. I shouldn't care about that, of course, considering ninety percent of the town looks like some style of porn star after 10 p.m., however, I don't want to be part of that statistic.
Tanya, our stereotypical blonde who dies early on in the runtime, doesn't seem to mind letting everything hang out. I stare at her as I wait to order, wondering what it's like to care so little about everything. I really like her, she's a great girl and all, but she loathes it when all the attention isn't on her. Which pretty much means she isn't too keen on me, since I'm the lead actress in the movie.
"What'll it be beautiful?" A new bartender asks me as he slides behind the counter and leans his upper body on the bar top.
I can feel Edward's presence in the air before he even speaks. He leans against my back and puts both his hands on the bar top around my body. To say I feel uncomfortable would be a vast understatement. It's not the usual discomfort one would feel in these sorts of situations. I'm not offended that he's is being forward with me, in fact, it's just the opposite. I want his attention, and that's what fucking frightens me.
"What would you like, beautiful?" Edward asks, mocking the bartender.
I give the now, affronted bartender an apologetic glance before turning my head to gaze up at Edward. "I can get my own drink."
"I told you I'd buy your first drink. I'm just keeping my promise. Now, what do you want?"
I roll my eyes and quickly say, "Gin and tonic."
"And I'll take a whisky, neat," Edward adds in a cheery voice.
Edward doesn't move away. Instead, he stands so his chest is pressed firmly against my back and my body is pressed against the bar top.
"Edward! You made it!" Tanya calls, bouncing over to us.
Yes! Please! Take him away! One part of my mind screams in relief, while the other part is not so happy. Get away from him bitch! He's mine! Thankfully, the bartender places my drink in front of me and throws me a friendly smile. I down it in two sips before I quickly order another, before Edward even grabs his whiskey.
"I told you I was coming," Edward says before taking a sip of his drink.
"I know, but I just assumed a man like you is always busy."
"Well, I think I needed a well-deserved break," he tells her with a smile.
"Of course, you work so hard," she says with a little pout.
Throughout this whole conversation Edward hasn't moved away from my body, not even so much as an inch. His chest is still pressed against my back and now his free hand is on my hip. I sip on my drink and pretend not to notice, but it's hard to ignore. He makes my entire body feel as though it's on fire, and he's barely touched me. I'm surprised Tanya hasn't noticed how close we are. Maybe she just doesn't care. As they continue to talk though, I begin to feel uncomfortable since I'm not contributing to the conversation. I try to pull away, but as soon as I do, Edward tightens his hold on my hip and gives it a little squeeze.
"Do you want to get some air?" Edward asks, looking directly at me.
This, Tanya seems to notice and I feel her stiffen at my side. Before I can respond, Edward puts his empty glass on the counter and grabs mine to do the same, before gently taking my hand and pulling me through the crowd until we're outside. I'm relieved as soon as the fresh air hits my face and I take a few nice, deep breaths before looking at Edward.
"You feeling better?" He asks, as he pulls his cigarettes out of his pocket.
He holds the pack up to me and with a shake of my head, I quickly say, "I gave that up a few months back."
He shrugs his shoulders and slides the pack back into his pocket, but not before pulling one out for himself and giving me a look that asks, 'Is this cool?' I nod my head, and he lights up his smoke, taking a long drag, before lowering the cig to give me a smile.
"To answer your question, yes, I do feel a lot better," I say with the smallest of smiles.
"I figured you would," he says as he takes another drag. "You don't seem like the clubbing type."
I don't know whether to feel offended or not. "Then why did you invite me?"
"Because I wanted to see you."
He doesn't say anything else, merely taking another drag of his cigarette.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I blurt out.
His eyebrows raise before he smirks at me. "Doing what?"
"Never mind," I mumble, silently berating myself for my word vomit.
Maybe this attraction is one-sided. Maybe he just likes to mess with me. Maybe I'm in way over my head. As I'm lost in thought, I don't register how close he's gotten to me, and I don't pay him any attention until one of his hands reaches out to cup my cheek. My brain stops and for a moment, and I forget how to breath. My eyes turn up to meet his, and the look in his eyes makes my knees weak. His emerald eyes are filled with desire, crackling in the night. I search for words, wanting to tell him that this is wrong, that we shouldn't do this… but those words never come. As soon as Edward brings his lips down to meet mine, any coherent thought is lost.
A/N: So, Edward is quite the handsome asshole, isn't he? I can't wait for you to see where I'm going to take this story! I promise, from now on I'll post teasers in my facebook group!
Song- "Pet Sematary" by Ramones. It was featured in the movie so I had to use this song . Love Stephen King! Except the movie "Sleepwalkers" that whole movie was weird haha.
**Fun Horror Movie Fact- Serial Killer Ed Gein inspired three major horror movies! Psycho, The Silence of the Lambs, and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre! **
Have a nice night… ;)