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This is the last chapter. It was intended to be a one I'm sorry if this last part isn't very good. I've got to go and study for my exam, now.

The rest of the week passed in a blur. Edward showed me his spot in the library, but all we did was kissing, he showed me to his favorite empty classroom where we took advantage of the teacher's desk and my favorite and most embarrassing memory is in his mother's car, on our way to my house.

The party was tonight and I had less than an hour to get dressed. I had stayed for too long in the bathroom. I opted for a plaid skirt and a shirt since Alice had informed me yesterday that the theme was 'school', I looked the epitome of a school girl. A naughty one, the one you see in porn movies. I slipped a pair of high heels I rarely (never) used and I was ready.

When I parked in front of their house, which Edward had graciously showed me the way to a few days ago, I was shocked by how many cars were there. I saw that they were quite popular, contrary to their brother, but I never thought they'd get so many people to come.

I only managed to open my door when I felt Edward' presence. I was in his arms, in matter of seconds. "Thank havens!" he murmured.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" I teased.

"Always happy, baby." He answered with a bright smile.

"How many people are here?" I asked, getting out of the car. He shrugged and mussed up his hair.

"Hell if I know, but you're here. Come, let's get you a drink."

"Why, Mr. Cullen? Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"I need you sober for what I have in mind." It was official, I had created a sex monster. My sex monster.

We stepped inside and I could only imagine the horrified look on poor Esme's face if she saw what I was seeing. A couple was heavily making out on her antique table, a few boys from my class were on their feet on a couch, jumping off it and things were getting gross as I let my eyes wonder in the corner of the room where were two Chinese vases. One was used as a pissing toilet and one for throwing up. Really?

"Wait." I frowned to Edward and saw him going to Emmett and together they went to the vases and dragged the boys out, shouting at them. They exchanged a few words and Emmett waved to me, I waved back.

"He'll clean around. They weren't so bad in the beginning." Edward groaned, returning to my side. He took my hand we went to the kitchen. "I don't know what you'd drink."

"What are you having?" I asked, eyeing a glass with an amber liquid on it, on the counter.

"Beer." He took a green bottle and took a sip.

"I'll have one, too." I could hear the uncertainty in my voice.

"Here. Please, don't get drunk. If you feel dizzy, it's better you stop drinking at all." He advised, drinking from his bottle again. "The good thing about parties," he started conversantly. "Guests never come into your kitchen. We're safe here."

I nodded and hopped on the counter next to him and took a drink of my beer. "What happens, usually?" I asked, looking at the door when I heard a howl from the living room.

He shrugged. "They get drunk and leave…we clean up before the parents are back. Which they won't until late on Monday evening." He wriggled his eyebrows and settled between my legs. His soft hand touched my neck and I bent my head, meeting his lips. I had seen him this morning, at the shop. After a heated discussion with Charlie, I went to buy a chicken and potatoes. He told me that he knew I won't be home during weekend and he wanted to eat something consisted. So there were five hours since I saw him last time.

"I missed you." He said against my lips, his fingers tangling in my hair. "It's wet." He admonished.

"I didn't have time. I cooked until an hour and half ago." I groaned.

"That means…you're staying over the weekend?" he asked hopefully, kissing above my left eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to answer but a scream came out when the kitchen's door opened and Emmett landed on the floor, Alice above him, smirking.

"Who's a little freak, now?" she shrieked.

"No! I swear, I didn't mean it like that." It was hilarious to see Emmett, big hulky Emmett, scared of little Alice.

I must have laughed because they turned to us.

"Oh gross, man!" he groaned and jumped up. He forgot about us a moment later, his eyes widening when he saw the glass with the amber liquid in it. "Oh! It's here!" He took the glass in his hands and kissed it. I watched bewildered, wondering how much he had to drink.

"I love your skirt!" Alice exclaimed and bounced to us, pushing Edward away and taking in my outfit. "You look hot!"

I turned three shades of red. "Thanks?"

"Alice, please. Take your fight with Emmett somewhere else. We are busy." Edward muttered and put his arms around me, nuzzling in my neck.

"Get a room!" Emmett snapped after draining the contents of the glass. Edward looked at me amused and winked then turned to Emmett.

"You drunk that?" he asked in mock horror. The mock part was lost to Emmett who nodded slowly. "I saw Austin pissing in it earlier."

"WHAT?" Emmett thundered and sputtered.

I buried my face in Edward's back, convulsing in silent laughter.

Soon after Emmett and Alice left us, we went upstairs. I was following Edward, unsure where he was taking me. We stopped on the third floor where was quite quiet, the music from downstairs a buzz in the background.

"This is my floor." He whispered, glancing at me. He was nervous.

"You didn't bring me here before."

He shrugged. "That visit was for you to know how to get here and well, Esme wanted to meet you, properly."

"So…your floor? What does that mean?"

"There is my room," he pointed to a door in front of us. "And here is my piano." He whispered the last word.

"You play?" My voice was too high, but I couldn't hide my amazement.

"A little." Edward mumbled, shuffling on his feet. "Come." He opened the door and the most beautiful piano I had ever seen – the only one I had seen in reality – sat in the center of the room. The only other objects in the room were a black sofa and small desk filled with sheets of music.

I turned back to him and found him closer than I expected, he took me in his arms and rested his cheek on the top of my head.

"This is…surreal. I'm waiting for you wake up and run the other way." I heard his soft words.

"Did I do something to give you the impression that I don't like your company?" I asked, confused.

"On contrary, you seem to spend every moment with me. I could bet good money that some of those downstairs don't even know I exist."

"Edward!" I snapped and took a step back. "I told you that I don't care what they think! I mean, I care…I hate them for saying such things about you! I would never leave you, I love you too much to hurt in that way." I yelled, I was aware of how my voice broke as I took higher tones. "Holy shit!" I clapped my hands over my face and slapped me inwardly. Why did I have to say it? I had spoken the truth, but it was too soon.

Edward was frozen, a foot away, watching me with wide, surprised eyes. When he snapped out of it, I found myself on a big bed with pale golden sheets.

"Is it true?" His voice was low and husky.

I nodded, biting my lip and a blinding smile broke on his face.

"I love you, too, Bella. I was afraid to say anything. I know what it is, but it was too soon."

This time we made sweet, slow love under the covers. It was just the two of us, the party goers downstairs didn't exist. As we stayed under the blankets, in our post coital bliss, the door opened and Emmett burst in, stopping dead in his tracks.

"My eyes! Holy shit!" he shouted and clapped both hands over his eyes.

"Get. Out." Edward hissed and made sure we were covered.

"We're playing…I wanted to…Alice…said-"

"Get the fuck out of my room!"

Emmett didn't have to be told twice. He was out before Edward finished screaming. I hadn't heard him say something bad before. They way he said 'fuck'…I was wet again.

"Say it again." I whispered and nestled my head better on his shoulder, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"I can't just say it, Bella. I've never said it to anyone besides Esme."

I frowned and looked up at him bewildered. "What?"

"I tol- Wait! What are you talking about?" he asked, his brows knotting in the middle of his forehead.

"About what you just told Emmett. I've never heard you say 'fuck'." I mumbled, embarrassed. I don't think I used it that often, either.

"Ah...that! Well, he's calling for it. I mean…he clearly saw that we didn't want to go downstairs and kept talking like a moron."

I laughed at his comparison. "Maybe I want to go downstairs." I teased him.

"You're kidding. You have to be kidding." He almost pleaded. "I'm blissed out. I don't feel like ever moving or leaving this bed."

"You may have other needs." I hinted.

"You can take care of my other needs. And there's an adjoined bathroom." He jerked his thumb to a door while grinning at me.

"I want to hear you play." I said after a few minutes of silence.

"Now?" he whined, pouting his lips.

"Yes. Please?"

Edward sighed and jumped off the bed, putting his jeans on him and throwing me his shirt. "What do you want to hear?"


"I know a lot of pieces, you have to choose one. You have one minute before I turn back to bed and go back to my blissed out daze."

"Mozart." I blurted out. It was the first thing that came to my mind.

"Let's go." Edward grinned, taking my hand and leading me to the piano room. He looked like a kid in a candy store, he looked young for once. No longer troubled by his demons.

He sat on the bench and pulled me on his lap and planted an open mouthed kiss on my neck.

"Do you like this?" he whispered and started playing. He started playing godly, he had lied earlier. He was amazing!

"The magic flute." I said astounded. I knew this one, it was one of favorites. Edward nodded and continued playing while he watched me apprehensively. He wasn't even looking at the keys! "You're a little Mozart, aren't you?"

I don't know if I was teasing him or merely stating the obvious. He shrugged and closed his eyes, stopping momentarily and starting another piece. This time, he played The marriage of Figaro and when he opened his eyes, I could see the joy there. He was in his element.

"I'm hardly a genius. I just like to play." He whispered when he finished playing.

"You're amazing! I really…love you." I said the words again. He grinned and leant to kiss me hungrily. I was glad that no one knew this side of him.

"Are you absolutely sure? Things get out of hand at this hour." Edward told me, again. We were going downstairs to get something to eat and drink.

"As much as I love to stay locked in your room, I'm hungry." I moaned and pinched his side. His eyes widened and he put me over his shoulder making me scream. "Put me down!"

"When you'd learn not to attack inoffensive by standers, I will be good." He teased and carried me to the kitchen.

Music was blaring from the living room and when we left the kitchen, Jasper was coming out of there.

"There you are! Alice's been looking for you. By the way, what happened to Emmett? He looks scared?" he asked, unsure. We shared a look and started laughing. "Doesn't matter, come here. We're playing cards." He said and pushed us in the living room.

There were a few people and Edward's siblings.

"What game?" Edward asked.

"Forehead idiot, of course." Jasper answered and plopped next to Alice on a couch. We sat near Emmett and Rosalie, everyone looking at us dubiously. Maybe it was because they hadn't seen us the whole night…or that they never thought Edward would play such a stupid game.

"How're your eyes, Emmett?" Edward asked casually as a boy from my History class dealt the cards.

"It got to your head, I see. You're cocky, bro."

"OKAY!" Alice said loudly, glaring at Emmett. "When you get the card, you stick it to your forehead without looking at it. You have three guesses."

"That's not how I know it." I muttered leaning into Edward.

"Let her have her fun." He whispered and put the card to his forehead as she had instructed. He looked hilarious.

What Alice had failed to mention was that if you didn't get the right number or name, you had to drink. Needless to say, I was drunk before the first round finished.

"E…ght. Heart." Emmett hiccupped.

"Wrong." Jasper announced loudly. "I have…nine of spade." He had always managed to get the right one.

They turned to me and I felt Edward's finger on my palm, drawing a letter. J. How is it name? I can't say 'J'! I couldn't even think of how the cards were called, I was too gone. Luckily for me, the next song helped me. AC/DC sang about The Jack and I cried out "Jack!"

"That's bluff!" Emmett groaned. "I'm going to sue Brian!"

"Now, Emmett, let's not get angry." Rose whispered, stroking his arm. "You simply don't have luck at this game." She said soothingly.

We ended up counting and when someone messed up, they had to drink. Around dawn, the liquor and beer were gone and everyone was slumped around the living room, dozing off.

"Where are you going?" Edward mumbled, almost asleep as I got up.

"Bath." I whispered and left. When I came out of the bathroom, the boy that had harassed Edward at school, Taylor, I think, backed me in a wall.

"Care to enlighten me what you find interesting at that looser?"

"Leave me alone." I tried to duck, but he caught my shoulder.

"Not yet. I really want to know. You look smart enough to know what kind of-"

"Don't say a bad word about him! he doesn't even trust himself because of you!" I shot back.

"Taking his side, huh? Maybe Lauren was right. Maybe…he is that good in bed." Taylor sneered. I punched him, but I never thought he'd try to punch back.

"Oh you have no idea what you started, little girl." He threatened me and pressed my cheek to the wall. "Let's finish this in the bathroom, shall we?"

Fear gripped me, but before I could scream, Taylor disappeared from in front of me and then he landed at my feet, his mouth bloodied. Edward stood in front of me, shaking, his eyes on me, scared, relieved…then they moved on Taylor and I was positive if given the chance, he would kill him.

Taylor got up and pushed Edward in the wall. "Let's what you'd do, Cullen!"

I was frozen in place, watching as they kept throwing punches. Someone must have heard grunts and moans because next thing I knew, Emmett and another few boys were separating them.

"Are you insane? He could have killed you!"

"He tried to hurt Bella." Edward snapped and wiped his lip that was bleeding.

"Look at me, bro, if someone called the police…I'm not bailing you. You deserve it."

"Didn't you hear me, Emmett?" he thundered. Silence fell in the small hallway. Edward lunged again for Taylor, but Emmett caught his arm. "Never touch her again."

Emmett and Jasper 'helped' Taylor outside the house and soon, everyone followed. Edward went to the bathroom and started cleaning his wound. I went after him and wiped the blood with a towel. He didn't say make a sound, although I was sure it hurt.

"You didn't have to. Please, don't ever do that. I was so scared…" My voice trembled as I cleaned the towel in the sink and return to clean his face.

"He'll have worse if he decided to touch you. I'm fucking done with their crap. Just watch me." He muttered angrily and hissed when I ran the towel over a cut near his eyebrow.

"Sorry." I whispered and kissed the spot. "It's good to take action, but don't fight again."

He nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist, burring his face in my chest. "Thank you."

I had managed to get him out of his shell, to make him realize that those kids weren't right. And now, everyone was going to see Edward as he really was. I was happy for that. It made me love him even more.

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