Here it is, Chapter 1 revised (the only part that's really changed is the stuff after the arrival at the house in California). I got so excited after I posted the Author's Notes that I wanted to start now. Once again I own nothing Twilight, but if I did Edward would have a mouth like a sailor and be ripping girls panties off! =) Lol. So much love to the people that wanted me to continue this story and I hope it's all you wanted it to be. Enjoy and please review!
"There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed." ~ Napoleon Bonaparte
Today is the last day of senior year. I, Isabella Swan, have spent the last four years of my life having quiet lunches spent in the library, passing innocent notes with Angela Weber, spending hours doing homework and had enough A's to make any valedictorian happy. So why am I not happy? The answer is simple, Edward "the Adonis" Cullen. The name alone makes my breath hitch and my knees wobble.
Ugh! Get over him, Isabella, it's not like you're ever going to see him again after graduation, besides you haven't gotten up the courage to mutter one word to him in the past four years.
It's true, even though he gives me the occasional crooked smile or winks in my direction, I have never found the courage to speak to him. I'm not the first girl he's winked or smiled at, and it's clear that he's way out of my league. He's much better suited for a stuck up plastic like Tanya Denali, the school's homecoming queen and revolving door, a.k.a. slutzilla. Edward, Forks High School resident trouble maker and bad ass extraordinaire, has been invading my thoughts since day one of freshman year. He had style even back then, a way with the ladies, and a knack for getting himself noticed.
I was running late to home room, dashing through hall ways as the bell rang out its final rings. Charlie, my dad, had apparently not gotten the parenting handbook, and forgotten to wake me up. I realized he was busy getting ready for work, pulling on his police uniform and gearing up for another day as Chief of Police, so I really couldn't blame it on him. Besides, my mom had neglected to inform him to get me an alarm clock. You would think she would mention that before sending me to move in with a man who hadn't seen me since I was 10 and afraid to go to bed without a nightlight. So, there I was scrambling down the hall, late on my first day.
I whipped around the corner and barely missed smacking in to the wall, or so I thought. My bag flew across the hall, my books hit the floor with a thud, and my head hit something, not the wall, but something else entirely, well someone actually. I rubbed my head in my hand, squeezing my eyes shut from the pain.
"Ow, shit," a voice hissed, velvety smooth like chocolate.
My eyes opened, and I let in a sharp gasp as I gazed at the creature before me. Jeans, black tee shirt, lean tone chest, somewhat pale skin, chiseled jaw, perfect lips, eyes the most entrancing shade of emerald green, and the sexiest tousled bronze hair I had ever seen. I stood there, mouth agape a bit, knees shaking. The sex god took one look at me, and a sly smile found it's way to his face, his hand moved up to rest on my cheek, his eyes sparkled with earnest as he leaned forward.
I braced myself, not knowing what I should expect. My heart pounded like it was trying to escape from my chest, my stomach in knots. His face came closer to mine and I closed my eyes as I held my breath in anticipation of what was coming. I felt a caress of fingers on my cheek as soft warm lips embraced mine, and just like that my world changed. My lips tingled as warmth enveloped my body, a heat so intense I thought I would burst in to flame. A small involuntary moan escaped my lips, and then just as quickly as it had begun it ended.
"Welcome to Forks High, Isabella, and watch where you're going next time, because I have a tendency to be quite aggressive when I'm angry," he whispered, and his hot breath blew across my face, the smell of honey and cinnamon hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I was left speechless, gawking at the god in awe. As he slid against the wall to get pass me his hand glided from my cheek to my neck, and then off my shoulder, leaving a tingling trail of heat in its wake. He strolled away, and just like that Edward Cullen became the star of my fantasies.
I take a deep breath, coming out of my flashback with my heart pumping furiously in my chest. Peering up at the clock, I watch the second hand tick away. Silently, I count off the last few moments of my high school experience, the last of my time worshiping Edward Cullen, the beginning of a whole new life and a new Isabella. This fall I'll be Bella Swan, freshman at Stanford University in beautiful sunny California, and today, I meet my future room mates.
The bell goes off, and I dart out of the classroom, heading towards the court yard in the middle of campus. Taking a seat on a bench, I look around the crowd trying to detect anyone coming my way. They should be here soon, the two girls I would be sharing a house with. Two girls who surprisingly were moving to Palo Alto not to attend Stanford, but a local fashion and design college. I pull the print out from my pocket, scanning the Craigslist ad for what seems like the 40 billionth time.
Roommate Needed Palo Alto, CA
Two 18 year old girls attending The Art Institute of California looking for a roommate for three bedrooms, four bathroom house just minutes from the beach! Please contact ASAP if interested.
I sent them a reply e-mail a few days ago and found out that they were students at Forks High School. I had been dying to meet them ever since. I start running my fingers through my dark brown locks, twisting and twirling my hair as I bite on my lip anxiously and stare at the ground. Foot steps approach me, and without any warning, I'm pulled into a tight embrace as a squeal vibrates my ear drum. When the arms release me I can barely believe what I'm seeing.
Right in front of me stands Rosalie Hale and Alice Cullen. Yes, that's right Cullen, as in Edward Cullen's twin sister. You have got to be kidding me? Alice's short, pixie, black hair is spiked, her black ruffle skirt is blowing in the light breeze. The white button up shirt she's wearing is covered with a black vest and her Mary Jane shoes make her look like a punk rock star, which is a contrast in every way to Rosalie's summer model look. Rosalie's long blonde hair flows out in loose wavy curls over her red halter top and white short shorts as her ice cold blue eyes throw me for a whirlwind.
"I can't wait to move to California, Isabella; we are going to have so much fun!" Alice announces, bouncing a little with excitement, her shocking green eyes reminding me so much of Edward's.
"Um, yeah, you can call me Bella. I'm trying to drop the whole Isabella thing so maybe I can fit in better at Stanford," I murmur.
Rosalie's face turns into a twisted grin when she hears the word Stanford. Her gaze intimidates me so I focus my attention back on Alice, who seems to have her face contorted into a mixture of excitement and terror. It almost looks like she's dying to say something.
"Alright, well Bella, we're having a party tomorrow night at Alice's house after graduation, kind of a so long to high school bash, and we want you to come," Rosalie says, simple and straight forward. I nod my head, unable to think of anything else to do. "Good, we'll be at your house in the morning to help you get ready, and right after graduation you'll ride with us there."
Rosalie pulls Alice away as she waves goodbye, looking as if she's about to spontaneously combust. Strange girls…
I take my beat up old Chevy pickup home, and just as I'm about to pull in to the drive way I notice Jacob's VW rabbit. Great… The last person I want to see right now is my ex boyfriend. His dad and my dad have been best friends for ages, and even though we broke up more than 8 months ago I still have to deal with Jake coming around all the time. I open the front door, and there he is, sitting on the couch with his arm wrapped around the two bit skank he left me for, Leah Clearwater. His tan Native American skin a perfect match to hers, their eyes and hair both the same intense brown, his cropped short and hers long and straight. Sue pokes her head out from the kitchen with a big smile when she hears the front door.
"I just made some cookies if you want some, dear," Sue says, before turning to see Jake and Leah cuddled up on the couch. "Have some respect for you sister, Leah, go hang out at Jake's or something."
Oh, did I forget to mention that Leah just so happens to be my step sister since her mother became Mrs. Sue Swan? She lets out a huff of air and grabs Jake's hand, pulling him off the couch and out the front door. Jake gives me an apologetic smile, but I just shoot him a glare. Taking my virginity and then leaving me for my step sister makes him one of my most hated people in the universe. We used to be best friends, lovers, a great couple, before my dad met Sue and Leah came in to the picture. Charlie deserves Sue so it's not like I can be angry at him. No, I know exactly who to blame, Leah and Jake. That's one other great thing about going to California, I get away from the two of them.
Walking in to the kitchen, I go to reach for a cookie just as a tan hand snatches it from the plate.
"Jesus, Seth, I'm sure you've already had what? Ten?" I say, giving him a shove with a smirk on my face.
Seth may be 15, but the boy eats like food is going out of style. Most of the time he does it just to piss off Jake, who comes in here and eats like he owns the place. Jake may be 17, same age as Leah, but that doesn't stop him from being a childish pig. My step brother hands me the cookie with a grin on his face, some of his brown hair falling in front of his intense brown eyes. I give him a smile in return, and then head up the stairs to read for a while, hoping to get some alone time before the wicked step sister returns.
I take in the room, covered in clothes from another one of Leah's closet raids. Could she be anymore of an inconsiderate bitch? I toss the clothes on her bed, making sure to stuff a few of her favorites shirts in the crack between her bed and the wall so she'll have trouble finding them. When I'm thoroughly satisfied with my work, I knock over the picture of her and Jake on her night stand and head over to my side of the room. I flop on to my purple comforter with my copy of today's book of choice, Dracula, and make an attempt to block out the rest of the word. After a while my eyes start to feel heavy, and I let sleep take me.
The morning light that streams through the window hits my face, but that's not what wakes me up. What wakes me up is the sound of a very enthusiastic voice ringing in my ears.
"Get up, Bella!" Alice's high pitched voice says, and I groan as I lift the blanket of my face. "It's time to get you ready for the most important day of your life."
"Could you shut the hell up? I was up late and I'm trying to sleep over here," Leah groans, from the other side of the room.
"Can it, you whore. Maybe if you didn't spend all evening with your legs around your neck you wouldn't be so tired," I snip back, grabbing a pillow and tossing it across the room, right in to her face.
She goes to throw the pillow back at me, but then her eyes land on Rosalie, who is glaring at her with the look of death. Leah scrambles to her feet and rushes to the bathroom, terrified. I look at Rosalie, she just shrugs her shoulders as if she has no idea why Leah suddenly bolted from the room. I let out a small laugh and Rosalie smiles at me, not an intimidating smile, but one that's warm and comforting. After a few seconds she looks away, concentrating on straightening her white skirt and blue top in my full length mirror. Alice, who has surprisingly been quietly watching the exchange, bounces on her toes, wearing some frilly black dress and holding a hanger with a one shoulder midnight blue dress on it. It looks tight, and I have to admit I'm more than a tad bit frightened that it won't fit. I hear a car pull up outside, and peer out the window to see Jake taking off with Leah, who's still in her pajamas. All of us have a good laugh at her expense before I grab the dress and head for the bathroom.
Surprisingly, the dress does fit, and when I pull it on Alice and Rosalie give it the green light. They attack me with curling irons and make up, poking and prodding at me for half the day as they prattle on about boys. Turns out that Rosalie's twin, Jasper Hale, has been dating Alice well over two years and is moving down to California to stay close to her. His parents, being filthy rich since their both big shot lawyers, have paid for a new science building at Stanford, and he would be attending in the fall to study history. Rosalie's jock boyfriend, Emmett McCarty, has received a football scholarship to Stanford, hence why Rosalie decided to go to The Art Institute of California to attend Design School. Turns out that she and Alice are crazy about fashion, and agreed to go to the Institute together. They tell me about the big plans they have to create a clothing line after they graduate, and I tell them about my plans to major in English Literature, which they actually seem interested in hearing about.
A half hour, or so, before we're supposed to leave we start talking about packing and leaving next week for California. That way we can spend the summer basking on the beach before we have to attend classes.
"So you're sure about this? You guys really want me to come and live with you?" I ask, petrified that they'll reconsider.
"Of course we do, Bella," Alice replies, with a twinkle in her green eyes.
"Well, I'll have to find a job to pay rent so I may not be around that much. Oh, speaking of rent how much do you need me to pay?" I ask.
"Rent? But I thought E-," Rosalie says, cut off abruptly by a strange look from Alice.
"Screw rent, Bella. You're our friend now, and we don't charge friends, especially when the house is already paid for," Alice says as she finishes up one of the last curls. My mouth drops open in shock as I stare at her through the mirror. "And don't even think about complaining, Bella, I know you're going to Stanford on a scholarship."
I shut my mouth because I don't want to argue with Alice, she seems like she could get pretty crazy if I try to argue. I'm curious about how she knows I have received a scholarship, but I let it go. When you live in a small town, everyone seems to know everything about you.
Graduation finally rolls around, I throw my cap, and receive my diploma. After a few pictures, and a hug from Sue and Charlie, I leave with Alice and Rosalie, more nervous than ever. We pull up in front of a big white house and park behind Edward's silver Volvo just as he's stepping out. He's out of his cap and gown already, running a hand through his hair as he rushes inside, not even glancing over in our direction. My heart beats wildly, and I take in a deep breath as I step out of the car. Alice and Rosalie pull me inside, and within 10 minutes the party kicks in to full gear as people arrive in packed cars. The inside of the house is as white as the outside, and I'm more than a little worried about tripping and spilling the drink that Alice gave me. I'm not used to wearing heels, even short three inch heels. I take a few big sips of the red drink in my hand. It tastes like fruit punch at first, and then I feel the burn of alcohol as it hits the back of my throat.
It's not the first time I've had alcohol, but it is the first time that I actually don't mind the taste. The sweet mixture takes away most of the bitterness, which makes it ten times better than drinking one of Charlie's beers. I watch as Alice and Rosalie both dance and mingle with people, and I suddenly feel out of place. Drinking down the rest of my cup, I place it in a trash can and search for a deserted area to hide in. I walk in to a room and find it empty of people or furniture, except for a black piano. My steps become a little wobbly as I walk towards the bench so I decide to sit down on it for a while and give the alcohol some time to fade. I look at the instrument, admiring how beautiful it is, running my fingers softly along the top of the keys.
"You know it's not polite to touch other people's things, Isabella," a voice whispers, and I feel heat coming from behind me as the smell of honey and cinnamon hits me.
A hand moves my hair from the side of my neck, and my body freezes up, my hand falls from the piano. I sober up hard and fast, my body tingling with need. I can feel my heart pounding, no air escaping from my lungs as two hands appear in front of me. A slow lullaby begins to play, and as it morphs in to a more sensual melody a pair of lips finds their way to my ear.
"Four years, Isabella, and you've yet to say a single word to me," Edward whispers, inches from my ear. "Do you know how irritating it is to be ignored? I have every other woman falling at my feet, begging for my touch, but yet you hide. After I kissed you, you disappeared into the shadows never to be heard from again, no questions of why or even a hint of caring, driving me absolutely mad with your silence."
The melody changes again to an aggravated tone before a dizzying spiral of notes leads into an intense bone chilling tune.
"So, do you have anything to say for yourself before I have you, kitten, and believe me, I will have you. You'll be begging for more," he states softly as I let out a gasp of air. The notes turn into a passionate cloud of music as I feel my arousal soak clear through my blue cotton thong. "Mm, you have absolutely no sense of self preservation, Isabella, but I will get you to talk. You'll scream my name as you shiver in ecstasy, and you'll never be able to go a moment without thinking about me."
The music drifts away as his lips find purchase on my neck, eliciting a moan from my mouth as he sucks on the skin just below my ear. One of his arms travels underneath my legs, leaving a heated trail of fire as the other cradles my back. He lifts me from the bench, his lips making their way to mine, stifling the panting breaths that escape me. He's moving, taking me somewhere, but I'm lost in the moment. I'm unsure of anything, and completely enthralled in the feel of his lips on mine, the same heat that I felt four years prior building in me like an inferno. My fingers snake up his chest, around his neck and burrow in to his hair as his tongue slips into my mouth. He tastes sweet and warm, the perfect mixture of honey and cinnamon, and as his tongue slides across mine, I nearly lose my sanity. He places me down on a thick comforter, and his lips release mine. My dress is unzipped and thrown to the ground, and I can't seem to make myself care how. We're in his bedroom, which should scare me considering I have no idea what he's capable of, but it doesn't scare me, not in the slightest, in fact it turns me on even more.
"We're going to play a game of twenty questions, Isabella," he whispers, his breath coming over my face like a soft breeze. His hand runs down my side and grips on my thigh as I let out a yelp.
"Every time you answer me you'll get a reward, my Isabella, and all you have to do is nod or shake that pretty little head of yours," he says, while he moves his fingers lightly across my skin, making me squirm. "Are you ready?"
I nod my head in between short gasps of air, my arousal spreading to my inner thighs.
"Did you run in to me on purpose that day?" he asks as his hand grazes my heat, moving softly over my soaked center. I shake my head, and he pushes his thumb against the cotton of my thong. I buck against his hand, desperate for friction, and he pulls it away. "Ah, ah, kitten. I'm in control here."
I let out a groan of frustration, and he chuckles softly before he continues with his next question.
"Do you think of me when you touch yourself, kitten?"
His thumb presses against me again, and I moan involuntarily as I nod my head vigorously.
"Mm, I knew you wanted me and I've got to say that's fucking hot. I can just imagine your pretty little fingers rubbing your hot wet pussy while you think of me," he says rubbing his fingers over the cotton. "Are you on the pill, kitten?"
I nod and he continues stroking me through the cotton, a low growl coming from his chest.
"Has any body else touched you, Isabella?"
I nod my head as images of Jake invade my brain and I push them away. I don't want to think about Jacob. Edward's fingers grip my thong, and the sound of ripped cotton fills the room as cool air hits my dripping core.
"I can't say I'm happy about that, kitten, but at least I know I'll be the only one you remember after tonight," he replies as his fingers run along my slick folds before he pushes them in to me with a single thrust. My back arches of the bed, my hands clench the bedding at my sides as his fingers move within me, his lips leaving wet kisses on my neck.
"Oh god," I moan as my stomach coils.
"She finally speaks, but the name's Edward, love," he says, abruptly pulling his fingers out of me, making me groan loud with need.
I gasp for air, wiggling in need of friction. Even in the dark I can see him bring his fingers to his lips, and lick them clean as he hums with pleasure, his eyes glazed over with lust. He leans forward, licking at my neck and collarbone as his hands reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. I struggle to rub up against him, desperate for a release. He tosses my bra to the floor, and I reach down between us, cupping his rock hard erection as he lets out a hiss. I don't even get the opportunity to stroke him before he snatches up my hand, gripping me tightly by the wrist.
"That is very naughty, Isabella. I told you I am in control here," he growls, grabbing my other wrist and placing my hands at my side, pinning them there. He leans forward capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, twirling his tongue around it as my head flies back.
"Shit!" I shout, and Edward leans back a devious smile sliding across his face.
"Mm, such a dirty word for such a good little girl," he says as he pulls off his shirt. "I think you deserve a really good fucking reward for that, kitten."
Before I have the chance to comprehend his actions, his head is nuzzled between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit like its fucking ice cream. Coils tighten in my stomach as I grip on to his hair and buck my pussy into him. I can feel his moans and growls against me as he twirls, licks, and sucks. Shaking and shuddering under his ministrations, I bite on my lip, urging to keep the sound in as my walls start to throb. I grip his hair tighter, my lips falling open and words escaping me as I cum hard, euphoria spreading throughout my body.
"Holy fuck, ugh, god fuck!"
He laps up my juices, moaning and groaning as he licks me clean. His head pulls away, and he looks up at me, a smirk on his face.
"I told you the name is Edward, love," he says, giving my pussy one long lick before kissing his way up my body, nibbling on bits of skin. I whimper and wiggle underneath him, gasping when I feel his fabric covered bulge come in contact with my slick center. His eyes become level with mine and his right hand moves to my hair caressing it softly. "Now where were we?"
"I don't really remember either," he says with a chuckle after a few moments of silence. "So how about this… tell me what you want, Isabella. I know you want me, so just say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, kitten, and I'll blow your fucking mind."
His hand trails over my sides as my mind reels with possibilities. I want him to fuck me; I want it so bad that I feel like I'm going to combust, but once he does its over. Nothing will ever come of it, he's Edward Cullen, sex god, and I'm just Isabella Swan. I bite my lip and swallow the lump in the back of my throat as I gaze in to his green eyes, shimmering in the moonlight that drifts through a window.
This is your opportunity to be the Bella you've always wanted to be. Take it or leave it, Isabella, it's not like you'll ever see him again.
"Fuck me," I state, the words coming out clear and strong.
"As you wish," Edward replies with a satisfied grin, pulling his belt off and sliding out of his pants.
His lips latch on to mine, and I'm on fire all over again. His hands roam my sides, palming my breasts, caressing my hips as my hand trails down his chest and wraps around his massive erection. He growls in to my mouth, and I suddenly feel powerful as I stroke his cock in my hand. My head is swimming in lust when he reaches between us and grips my wrist again, yanking my hand from his erection. He grabs my other hand and pulls them both above my head as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbles on it with an angry growl. When he releases my lip, he thrusts in to me, his cock filling me with one strong, hard thrust. My head flies back again, his name tumbling out of my mouth.
"Damn fucking straight, Isabella. Say my fucking name," he growls as he starts thrusting hard, in and out at a slow pace, gripping my wrists in his hold. It's slow, so excruciatingly slow, and feeling him slide in me feels so fucking amazing that I can't stand to hold back anymore.
"Fuck, Edward. Faster! Fuck me like you mean it," I growl.
"Mm, such a dirty kitten, just like I've always thought you'd be. You want me to go faster, is that what you want, my naughty Isabella?" He snarls, picking up the pace ever so slightly. With every thrust I feel my stomach coil in knots, and my wrists start to ache from the restraint, but it just feels too damn good.
"Yes!" I scream as my eyes clench closed from the overload of sensations.
"Open your fucking eyes and look at me. I want to see your face when you cum on my cock," he growls, and my eyes snap open. His eyes are dark, and as he thrusts I can see them roll back slightly in pleasure, making me dizzy with power.
Fuck, I love it when he talks dirty I just wish he would say more. A little provoking should do the trick.
"If you want me to cum you'll have to do a whole lot better than that, Edward Cullen. I'm not your average bitch and the name's Bella," I snarl, thrusting back when he thrusts forward. Edward's face lights up, his hands release my wrists.
"Demanding little bitch aren't you?" He asks with a smirk flipping me over on to all fours. "Hope you don't need to walk tomorrow."
He slams in to me rough and fast, smacking my ass hard. My back arches and he grips on to my hair, tugging it in his hand as his balls smack against my clit, making me scream like a fucking banshee.
"FUCK! OH MY, EDWARD!"
"That's it, Bella! I knew you fucking liked it rough. This is for all those fucking days you ignored me, all the nights I thought about fucking the shit out of you, cum for me and scream my name, Isabella!" He shouts, his hand releasing my hair, both of them gripping on to my hips. He leans forward, his chest flush with my back, and I feel his teeth clamp down on my upper back. My body shakes, my walls clench and I cum hard, soaking his cock and dripping on my thighs as I scream.
"Now, no matter where you go, everyone will know you're mine, Bella," he growls, thrusting hard into me a few more times, his cock stiffening until he releases screaming out my name.
He collapses to the bed, panting out in gasps and we pass out, too utterly exhausted to do anything else, but sleep.
Light leaks in through the window, and my eye lids turn a bright pink. I open my eyes to find myself curled in to Edward's chest, his breathing still slow and steady with sleep, his arm wrapped protectively around me. I peer over at the clock, seeing that it's 5:30. Shit! Sue and Charlie are going to kill me. I slide out of the bed, retrieving what's left of my clothes and throwing them on as I rush to find Alice. She's curled up on the sofa downstairs, passed out from drinking all night. I shake her awake and have her drive me home.
Charlie and Sue aren't too pissed. They aren't happy with me for being gone all night and not calling, but they know I'm leaving tomorrow so they let it go. I finish packing my stuff, and the next morning I wake up, and pile everything into the truck. I say my goodbyes, and head out of town, following Alice's Porsche and Rosalie's BMW all the way to Palo Alto. On the way, I listen to music and replay Saturday night a thousand times over, remembering the way Edward's body moved with mine. This was the beginning of a whole new life, but Edward still wasn't out of my system. I had finally fucked Edward Cullen, I had the bite mark on my back to prove it, but I just couldn't let him go. We arrive to the house, a cute two story colonial style home painted an adorable shade of pale yellow with beautiful green shutters and a wrap around porch. I glance at the house next door that looks extremely similar. It's another two story colonial home, light blue, but the shutters are white and the front porch doesn't extend around the sides of the house. I step out of the truck, breathing in the warm California air. Alice and Rosalie both look at each other, then at me and before I know it we're all racing to the door, shoving each other along the way. I beat them there, but unfortunately smack into something warm and hard. It just so happens to be the last thing I expect, a sex god with bronze tousled hair and emerald green eyes.
"Ow," he says, and then his eyes are boring into mine, making my legs tremble and my breath hitch.
He looks confused, his eyes shimmering in the sun light, reminding me of the moon two nights ago. Heat flushes my face as that night comes to mind, and his expression changes from confused to angry. His head turns abruptly to look at Alice. They exchange a look that speaks a thousand words, but unfortunately those words seem to be in a language that I can't decipher. After a few uncomfortable moments of silence he tosses Alice a set of keys, and then runs a hand through his hair nervously as he glances at the ground, refusing to make eye contact with me.
"I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow, Ali."
He pushes pass me, sliding along the door frame and rushes down the front porch stairs, disappearing from sight.
"Tomorrow," I murmur with confusion.
"Yeah, Edward's kind of living next door," Alice says and my jaw drops. You have got to be kidding me? The sex god, who I'll never be good enough for, is my neighbor! "We should probably talk."
Alice grabs my hand, and leads me in to the house as Rosalie follows, shutting the door behind us.
There you have it, like I said I didn't change much. Click the review button and let me know if you liked the changes, you have some ideas for the story, or just to tell me you hated it! Lol Thanks so much for reading!