A/N: I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews and support, including just reading the story. It means a lot to me. I wanted to go ahead and apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. I have a lot on my mind and I was really eager to post this. I also just wanted to restate, for my own reasons, that everything, accept for my characters, are credited to Stephenie Meyer. Also, while there really isn't anything inappropriate in this chapter, there are some mature comments so anyone who is really sensitive should probably not read it just because I don't want anyone getting upset or offended; just out of respect. This chapter is for you guys and includes some of the suggestions by reviewers, including: Vickey and Vikki (assuming they're two different people and not just a change in log in name :D).Enjoy!


Chapter 11

The base of the music pulsed through the floor, vibrating into my feet. Lights flashed and blurred together as only shadows of people could be made out. I had to admit: while I wasn't one for the whole club scene, it was a pretty exciting feeling. Most of the girls ran off immediately to the dance floor, eventually finding partners, while the boys hung back trying to appear cool, but I could tell they were all uncomfortable, secretly waiting and hoping for a girl to ask them to dance. "What about you, babe?" Tristan whispered in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Do you want to dance or just hang out?"

"Tristan, I can't dance," I laughed. "But it looks like Brooke could use some saving." I nodded towards one of the decorative pillars in the room, where Brooke was trying to slyly escape from a boy. He was wearing a long white shirt, a hat on sideways, and pants practically around his knees. "Do you think he can really see her behind those sunglasses?"

"I don't know," he smiled. "I need them though. His fake bling is blinding me."

"Haha, go on and help her then." I playfully pushed him towards Brooke's direction. It was extremely entertaining to watch Tristan cut right in front of the guy attempting to lean against Brooke, asking her if she wanted to dance. She briefly looked around and shot me a 'thank you' look and disappeared with Tristan towards the dance floor.

"What's so funny?" Edward asked, coming up next to me. He was giving me an inquisitive smile that almost made me melt. How did he still have that effect? Why didn't Tristan?

"Nothing. How did you guys get in?"

"Our charming good looks," Emmett answered, wrapping his arms around me and Edward. "We don't need fake ids."

"Well, you wouldn't. But I can't say the same for the rest of you."

"Now, Bella, you wouldn't expect me to give up my sources now, would you?" Alice walked up to me, smiling. Maybe tonight would be okay. I couldn't remember the last time I had been in this good of a mood.

"Besides," Edward continued. "I am technically old enough to be here. Maybe too old."

"Well, I'm not," Emmett sighed. "Time for me to get my groove on. Excuse me." Emmett started walking towards the floor, but turned around, a bit too fast, when he saw Genesis.

"Emmett!" she waved, bouncing over to him.

"This'll be good," Alice whispered in my ear.

"Oh my gosh, how are you? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!"

"It's only been a few days," he remarked, clearly looking around for an escape route. "I'll talk to you later."

Emmett tried walking away, but Genesis playfully grabbed his arm which was, thankfully, covered by a long sleeve shirt. "Oh no you don't!" Emmett really could've gotten away, but I knew he was too polite. "Not before you dance with me." She started trying to lead him out to the floor, wiggling her hips and arms.

"Maybe you forgot, Genesis, but I have a girlfriend."

"Oh that girl? Trust me, when I'm through, you'll forget all about her." On that note, Rosalie stormed past us. Where did she come from?

"And the plot thickens," Edward murmured.

Rosalie cut right in between the two.

"Excuse me!" Genesis exclaimed. She tried to stand her ground, but I couldn't blame her for feeling intimidated. Rosalie had everyone beat in terms of looks, especially being all dressed up like she was.

"Didn't I warn you about bothering and messing with him?"

"Well," she scoffed with fake arrogance.

"Well, nothing! Come here. You and I need to have a little talk." Rosalie grabbed her arm, startling Genesis into trying to fight her off. Rosalie persisted, though, dragging Genesis into a dark corner of the room.

I couldn't hear or see what happened, and it was irritating to have Alice and Edward snickering next to me. Five minutes later, Genesis emerged, angrier than I had ever seen her. Her face almost matched her red sparkle and immodest top. I was impressed, though, how she walked right past Emmett without even acknowledging his presence. Rosalie followed a few feet behind, walking straight up to Emmett, and not looking too happy herself. "Good job, babe," Emmett laughed, but his smile wiped away at her threatening look.

"Don't celebrate just yet. We are going to have a little chat when we get home." She immediately turned and walked to the floor, with Emmett following behind.

"Aw come on, babe, I didn't do anything."

"Good?" I asked. "I couldn't hear anything!"

Alice giggled. "What she said isn't exactly appropriate for your ears, Bella." I playfully nudged her. With a smile she turned and grabbed Jasper's hand, leading him out to dance next to Rosalie and Emmett. The circle forming around them as people backed up, not wanting to be compared to the two couples, was pretty hilarious.

"Still don't dance?" Edward asked jokingly.

"Of course not."

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"Edward,"I sighed, "please don't ruin tonight."

"Like he ruined your wrists?"

"They're not ruined! It was an accid-"

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," he interrupted, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm so sick of having to defend my relationship!"

"We're just worried, that's all."

His calmness only infuriated me. "Well don't be! You weren't when you left. You have no right to now!"

"Bella, I know. I'm sorry. Please calm down. I won't bring it up again."

I took a deep breath, trying to relax. "It's fine. I'm fine."

"Do you want to dance?"

"Edward!" I turned around, but completely relaxed when I saw he was laughing again. I can't describe how much I missed his laugh.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I could go for that."

We walked over to the bar where he ordered me a water and we claimed one of the tables against the wall. I felt so human again being next to him; Aware of how I awkwardly had to yell to hear myself talk, but his voice never wavered. "So, what are you studying?" he asked, obviously trying to come up with a change in topic.

"Science education," I sighed. "I'm still kind of unsure. I guess I want to do something with science or biology, I'm just not sure what."

"You always were good at science. I figured you would've gone for philosophy or literature."

"Yeah, I've been taking some of those classes on the side, just in case I change my mind. I'm not too far in so I could still change my major without too much of an impact."

"Well you might want to reconsider your choice. I can hardly imagine you trying to deal with students who's stubbornness matches your own."

"I think I'd be a good teacher," I defended.

"You would," he smiled. "I'm just saying I have trouble imagining you dealing out punishment, Ms. Swan."

"I think I can be pretty tough."

"Uh huh. You have me running for the hills when you yell."

"What about you? What have you been up to?"

"Ah, not much. Wandering, mostly. I tried tracking." He watched my eyes raise at that. "I wasn't very good," he quickly ammended. "It was just an activity to keep me preoccupied."

"Preoccupied from what?"

"From thinking about you," he finished immediately, looking straight into my eyes. I couldn't help but to look away and blush. No, don't even think about it!

"Hey...Bella." I immediately turned, welcoming Brooke's perfectly timed interruption. My face fell immediately at her expression, like I was going to yell at her or something. "It's...Tristan."

"What?" I asked, half not wanting to know.

"Well...don't hate me. You see, we were dancing and this totally gross girl just came up and started rubbing up against him. I told her to 'back off' but Tristan just pushed me aside and took off with her."

"What?!?" Before I could control my body I was up and pushing through people. Edward and Brooke were right behind, warning me to 'stop' and 'calm down'. My eyes fell on Tristan and an obviously promiscuous girl grinding with each other.

I had never been so mad...well, at least, it had been a while. I practically ran over, shoving her out of the way and yelling at both of them, "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"Back off, Bella!" Tristan screamed back. Before I could respond the girl tackled me, throwing us both on the floor. Of course she went for my hair, but I lucked out and my fists found her face. I could hear people yelling around us. I couldn't think straight, though. It felt like an eternity before we were finally pulled apart. I was still trying to reach the girl, but I was able to focus enough to recognize the icy hands holding me back. It hurt even more that Tristan was holding the other girl.

"Calm down, Bella," Edward whispered in my ear, annoyingly calm. I didn't care. I was mad and frustrated, and the girl was the prefect outlet.

The room grew silent when two cops and a bouncer showed up. "Is there a problem here?" one of the officers asked.

"No, sir," Edward answered immediately. "Just a misunderstanding. We're leaving."

"Good," the cop responded. Right away Edward started dragging me out of the room. When we were outside the cold air penetrated through me and my head cleared. The Cullens, Brooke, Tristan, and his skank had followed. I was happy none of the others had come.

"Keep it moving," the Bouncer called from the entrance.

The girl ran her hand down Tristan's face. "Call me." Edward had to stop me as I tried to attack her again. She walked away, being sure to aim a smirk at me.

"If it makes you feel better," Emmett said to me, but loud enough for everyone to hear, "you totally kicked her butt! Where did this violent Bella come from?"

"I don't know," I smiled back. "I guess I finally developed a bit of a backbone."

"A bit?" he laughed.

"What the hell, Bella?" Tristan asked quietly, but I could hear the underlying and, potentially, dangerous anger.

"Since when is it okay for you to rub all over another girl?"

"We were dancing!"

"More like having clothed sex! Seriously, do you think you could've managed some form of modesty or dignity?"

"It's none of your business, Bella!"

"Oh, but it's your business if I get a new guy friend?" This whole time Tristan had been moving closer and closer to me. I could feel the tension radiating off of Edward.

"Of course it's my business! Everything you do is my business! It's my job!" Right then Tristan immediately shut his mouth and his eyes grew wide, as if he had said something he wasn't supposed to...or said too much.

"What did you say?" I asked, but he was already walking away. "Tristan!"

"Let him go, Bella," Emmett whispered. I turned to see him gripping Edward's shoulder. Edward was staring Tristan down with murder in his eyes.

"Something's wrong with him," Edward whispered, not taking his eyes off of Tristan's shrinking figure.

"Well...not that this hasn't been fun, and completely awkward, but I'm going to head back to the dorms to talk to my man."

"How are you going to get back?" I asked, trying to focus on Brooke but unable to take my attention off of Edward.

"I can walk."

"No," Alice chimed in. "We'll drive you."

Before Brooke could reply we were all piling in the car. "There's no arguing with her is there?" Brooke whispered. All I could do was smile in reply.

When Brooke had been dropped off we all headed back to the house. The ride had been uncomfortably quiet and I was dying to know what Edward was thinking. We all gathered in the living room. "Something's off," Edward finally stated. "He's not human."

"Of course he is. I think I'd know," I responded. Couldn't I just have a normal boyfriend for once? But no! 'Danger magnet.'

"No, Edward's right," Alice commented. Her mind seemed far off as well. "I can see him when he's with you, Bella. But not when he's alone. I don't know. It's as if he's not really there."

"He can somehow completely block his thoughts. Not like you, Bella. This is different. It's like trying to see through a cement wall. He's way too good at keeping it up. As if he's been trained. But when you two were fighting a little hole opened up. I caught a glimpse. I just have to figure out what it means. Something about it being his job to 'watch you'."

"It's late, Bella," Esme sighed, sensing my discomfort at Edward's claim. She and Carlisle had been filled in on everything upon arrival. "You should stay here tonight."

"I don't know..."

"Bella," Carlisle interrupted. "We'll be trying to figure Tristan out. Until we do you should stay away from him."

"Yeah," Emmett stretched, putting his arm around Rosalie, who still looked very agitated. "It's been fun. But I think it's time for me and my woman to kiss and make up."

"In your dreams." Rosalie rolled her eyes, walking away, but the trace of a smile was evident on her face. Emmett followed, grinning like a bear.

"You can sleep in my room," Edward whispered. I looked at him, unsure. The part of me that still loved him, and yes, I was finally accepting that it did still exist, wanted more than anything to go back to the way we were. But the other part, perhaps the smarter one, warned me against getting close to him again. "I won't go near you."

"Okay," I agreed.

We walked through the gigantic house. The size and decorations still amazed me. Everything was perfect. I couldn't help but feel like I was back in Forks, back in a time when I felt like everything would be okay. Edward's room was the same. The wall of cds and books, and the couch. I was busy trying to stop being overwhelmed by the memories invading my mind.

Edward misinterpreted. "Don't worry, Bella. We'll figure this out."

"I know," I smiled, but still unable to look at him. "You always do." I laid down on the couch and curled up underneath the blanket Edward had provided.

I was surrounded by his scent, and it almost immediately relaxed me into sleep. I could've sworn, or maybe it was just the beginning of a dream, that Edward said, "I promise, I won't let anything happen to you." Perhaps I had imagined this kiss on my forehead, too; I'm not really sure.


A/N: Well there you go :) Please let me know what you thought!