"What if they think I'm a slut?" I asked Emmett as he drove to his house.
He shot me a weird look. "Why would they think you're a slut?"
"Because my shirt's like this!" I exclaimed pointing to my v neck shirt.
Emmett sighed in exasperation, "Bella I'm sure my parents won't think you're a slut." He smirked really slowly at me after a second. "Have I told you today that that shirt gives me a very nice view of your chest though?"
I sighed and pulled up my undershirt. It helped…a little. You couldn't see quiet as much as before.
"Hey!" Emmett protested.
"Emmett," I explained slowly. "I'm worrying about if my shirt is too low and then you go and tell me that exactly."
"I said I liked the view."
"Yeah and I'm sure you mom and dad would too," I muttered to myself sarcastically. "I might as well give your dad a lap dance while I'm at it."
"You could give me a lap dance if you want." Emmett suggested happily.
I rolled my eyes.
"Is that a yes?" Emmett asked. When I didn't say anything he continued, "I'll take that as a yes."
"Bella it'll be fine," Emmett reminded me one last time before we turned on to a bumpy road.
I wasn't sure where we were going now. We had left town about ten minutes ago and I hadn't seen any sign of people besides the car behind us which held Emmett's siblings.
"What if they don't like me?" I asked in a small voice.
"They'll like you." He reassured me. "What's not to like?"
"Everything." I muttered staring down at my fiddling fingers.
"Hey." He said. I looked up at him. "Don't go all emo bullshit on me, okay?" He says softly. I cracked a smile. "Ready?" He asked looking forward.
I glanced around at my surroundings. We were in some sort of clearing and the mansion in front of me must have been Emmett's house. And holy fucking shit was this place huge. You could easily fit three of Charlie's house in Emmett's.
"You live here?" I asked in awe.
Truly this was the most amazing house I had ever seen. Like not even those houses you see in magazines could compare to it.
"Yep." Emmett said answering my question and hopped out of the jeep
"Holy shit," I breathed.
"I assume that's a good holy shit," Emmett said. I hadn't even realized he opened the door.
"A very good holy shit." I said as I stepped out of the monster of the jeep.
"Esme going to love that."
He walked me to the door. I heard the Volvo come up in the driveway and Emmett's siblings spilled out of it. They followed us in to the house.
I heard something clattered and a woman came in. She looked like Snow White. No offense. It's not like Snow White is ugly or anything. I'm just saying that's the first thing that came to mind when I saw her. She may have had the dark chocolate hair but she still looked like Snow White to me.
The weird thing was is that she had the same pale skin. The same honey yellow eyes. The same purplish burnishes underneath her eyes. I wondered if she had the same cold skin as Alice and Emmett did. (I had yet to touch the other Cullen's to see if their skin temperature matched.)
She cocked her head to the side when she saw me.
"Emmett who's your friend?" She asked.
"Esme this is Bella. You remember me telling you about her, right?" Emmett explained.
I saw the other Cullen children leave up the grand stair case out of the corner of my eye. I held out my hand.
"I'm Bella." I said.
She came closer and shook my hand firmly. I was right. She had the same cold skin as Emmett and Alice.
"I'm Esme. Alice and Emmett have told me all about you." HSe said pulling her hand out of my grasp.
"Oh?" I said already imaging what her next words would be.
That you cuss like a sailor.
That you're bitchy.
That you're sarcastic to the point of annoyance.
"All good things of course," Emmett reassured me.
"Yes, I can never get Alice to stop telling me about you." Esme chuckled probably remembering something.
We hung out once, how much stuff about me saying is true? Is Alice making up an imaginary Bella that she thinks I might be like? Chances are she's wrong.
"Really." Emmett groaned. "She very excited about her new friend."
"Well it's nice to know I'm loved." I said proudly.
Emmett was giving me a grand tour of the mansion. I had to admit that this was one of the nicest houses I had ever seen. I had yet to see dust or a slightly crooked painting or even a messy room for that matter. The only room I lacked to see was Emmett's bedroom. We had finished the second and third floor as well as the main floor.
"Where exactly is your bedroom?" I asked once we were back in the living room.
Emmett smiled, "I was wondering when you were going to ask me that."
He grabbed my hand and led me down the main hallway. He stopped in front of a door. He opened it and a set of stairs led downward.
"So you get to be the troll in the basement?" I asked sarcastically.
He turned around and dimpled at me, "I may be the troll but I'm the best looking troll you'll ever see."
I shrugged and muttered to myself, "I can't really argue with that."
He led me down the stairs.
"The basement wasn't finished when we moved in. The bathroom down here was but nothing else was down here. So Carlisle and Esme decided that whoever wanted could live down here, like turn the whole thing into a bedroom, could. Alice had already decided which room she and Edward were going to live in based on the closet space. Rosalie didn't like basements 'cause she said, and I quote, 'basements are where pedophiles bring you to rape you' so she really didn't want to the room. I just took it after that. Painted it and well here it is." He finished waving his had around the room.
The room was painted a light green color. There was a huge bed shoved up to the middle of the wall. Across from it was a flat screen hanging on the wall. Below the TV was a bunch of video games and an Xbox. A little book case held a few books but the bulk of it held video games (probably the ones that didn't fit underneath the TV) and movies. There were a few half windows that you normally see in a basement and light filtered in through that (well that and the normal lights on the ceiling). There were a few posters of women in sleazy bikinis and in certain positions but what more could I expect? There was a couch at the bottom of the bed. It looked to be made of leather.
There was a door that was open. I knew it was a bathroom 'cause I could see a toilet in the corner from the mirror. There was one more door and that looked to be leading to a walk in closet.
"It's nice," I said still staring at the poster.
Emmett followed my eyes to see what I was looking at.
"Oh…um… that's….uhm…er…my poster?" He tried to explain but it came out as a question.
I rolled my eyes, "Honestly Emmett. I don't care. You have the right to…er…decorate your room any way you want."
"Die! Die! Die!"
"You're going to have to try harder than that if you're going to win."
"Aw damn it!" I screeched as my person on the TV died.
Emmett and I had been playing Halo 2 for the past half an hour. So far he had won every match. This time we were playing to 50 kills. And me, being the sore loser I was, was pissed every time. So I would ask for a rematch and so it continued.
A plan had formed into my mind and I smirked.
I scooted closer to Emmett and put my head against his burly shoulder. I sighed a little as my character on the screen died. The score was 48 to 39. Emmett was winning and I was so determined to win. But I was one patient bitch. I let Emmett kill me two more times and the game was over.
"Yes!" Emmett cried as the screen popped up indicating he had won. He even threw up his hands in victory.
"One more game," I begged.
He smirked, "Fine but this time we're only playing to ten."
So as Emmett set up the rules for the game I climbed on his lap forcing him to spread his legs. Putting me right where I wanted to be.
"What'cha doing there?" He asked a little unsteady.
I shrugged, "Nothin' much."
Emmett started the game and I could see his controller right in front of me. I could see each of the buttons he pressed as he pressed them.
Within five minutes the score was eight to seven. I was losing.
And I can't have that, now can I?
So I readjusted myself closer to Emmett's crotch. I got one more kill to my score. I rubbed myself harder against him as soon as his character popped up on my side of the screen. Another point for me. We were tied now. One more kill for either of us and the game was over. I was determined to win at least one game against Emmett.
I swirled my hips when the red dot appeared on my radar. I grinded myself into him repeatedly. Over and over again. He groaned and his forehead was against my shoulder. He buckled his hips into my lower back. I moaned and I pulled the trigger effectively killed Emmett's character.
"Yes!" I shrieked.
"That was totally not far," He mumbled into my neck.
I turned my head to look at him. I smirked when I saw his hooded eyes—now a dark topaz color instead of the honey color from earlier—filled with lust. "It was totally and completely fair. You never said there was a rule against this," I said waving my hand back and forth between my back side and Emmett's bulge in his pants.
Before I could say anything more his lips attacked mine. I twisted myself around so that I was straddling him. But I never ever broke the kiss. I slowly brought my hands up Emmett's chest, past his shoulders until my finger meet up with his curly dark hair. He had one of his hands on my rips and the other cupping my cheek. We slowly kissed for several minutes and it led up to the second he gently probed my lips. I let him in without any hesitation. After a few more minutes I pulled back to get a much needed breath.
Only problem was when I looked up at Emmett he wasn't Emmett anymore.
He was Adrian.
I felt my eyes widen and I shoot back across the bed. My breathing had turned ragged. I just kept staring at him. Hoping the image of him would go away.
He said something but I didn't quiet catch what exactly he had said. I just kept seeing Adrian.
I kept seeing Adrian's floppy brownish hair that covered his forehead. His piercing baby blue eyes. His slightly bushy eyebrows. His strong jaw. His perfect nose. His stubble. His thick eyelashes that I use to make fun of him for. (I was always jealous of them. I had wished I had thick eyelashes like that.)
"Oh God," I whispered. I swiftly got off the bed. "I—I—I have to go." I said and fled from the room.
I ran into Alice on my way out the door. She looked just as confused as I felt.
"Bella? What's wrong?" She asked. Her face was tilted to the side and scrunched up.
I forgot Emmett drove me here and to school. I had no way of leaving this place as fast as I wanted to.
"Alice can you drive me home, please?" I asked her desperately.
She blinked a couple of times before she answered me. "Um…sure. Just…ah…let me go get my car."
"You wanna tell me what happened?" Alice asked.
We were almost in town by then. She hadn't said anything since getting her Porsche and it's not like I wanted to fill the silence.
"No, not really," I whispered.
I had 12 missed call, five voicemails, and 37 text messages, all from the same person.
I had turned off since I had left the Cullen's house, which was like, maybe four hours ago. My gut was twisted with nerves for whatever school tomorrow held for me. I just lay on my bed with Poppy curled up on top of my stomach. She would move up and down because of my breathing.
I just sat there and thought about whatever the hell that was in Emmett's room.
I mean I knew I had gotten over Adrian. I knew I did. I mean what he did was unforgivable. Maybe to some girls they would forgive him 'cause he was Adrian but not me. I had been put through too much bullshit with him over the past few years and what he did was the final straw. But…maybe I wasn't completely over him yet? I mean was it natural to still have a little feelings for your first love? Even after, what? Five months?
I turned my phone on to see the date.
It would officially be five months tomorrow. Maybe that's what triggered that thing that happened with Emmett?
Or maybe not.
Maybe…just maybe…I still had feelings for Adrian?
Only one way to find out.
I dialed the number without thinking, 'cause I knew if I thought about it anymore.
"Hello?" I heard his guff voice.
I didn't really say anything. I mean he didn't sound drunk.
"Bella," Adrian started. "I know it's you. You know caller ID and all that shit?"
"Um…hey," I whispered and stroked Poppy.
He sighed. "Look we really need to talk. Like now."
"Okay. So talk."
"I miss you." I closed my eyes. Shit. I was hoping for a drunk Adrian so that I could get mad and yell. "I want you to come home."
"Adrian look—," I began giving the speech I had practiced in my head a thousand times.
"I know it doesn't change what happen. But I fucking love you and I just think that if you gave us one more shot that it could work."
"Makayla and...the baby?"
"Look Makayla wanted to get rid of the baby. My mom bitched her out about even thinking about it. I mean my mom never liked Kayla but that doesn't mean she wants to throw away her first grandchild. At the rate the three of us are going, this is like her only shot at having grandkids." He laughed a little. "So I think we're going to either give the baby up for adoption or raise it and screw it up somehow."
It surprised me how casually he could talk to me about that.
"Oh," was all I could really say.
"Look, I know I fucking screwed up. Trust me have no idea how truly sorry I am. But I'm only human just like you. I make fucking mistakes and that was the worst mistake I have ever I have made. You have to know that if I could take it back I would in a heartbeat," He said sincerely.
These were one of those moments when Adrian was the guy I had loved when I was 13. Then high school took that boy and turned into whatever he was now.
"Adrian I really don't think that—," I began.
"Bella…please," Adrian begged. "Come home. I'll prove it to you. I'll stop drinking. I'll bring my grades back up. I'll stop partying. I'll do anything…just please come home. I know I'm messed up. I know that there are probably better guys out there for you. Ones that would treat you like the fucking queen. But I love you and I want to be with you. More than anything else in the whole world. Just please come home and we'll forget the past year and a half never happened. Just give me one more chance. And if I mess that up I swear you'll never hear my voice again."
"I still think that—," I started.
"Remember when we were 15 and you told me you wanted to have that nice house right outside of the city? Remember you already had our kids names picked out? Lucy, Bethany and Daniel. See I still remember that. And you would be this famous author. And I would be firefighter like I've always wanted to be since I was six. And you said that we would have this cat, which I guess you already got. And we would have a golden retriever like some TV show. You said that you already had your wedding dress picked out. See we could still have all of that. All you have to do is come home and give us one shot." He finished.
I remember that conversation like it was yesterday. I remember that I had sort of freaked him out when that conversation began but he got use to it after a few minutes. I remember that we were curled up on his couch and no one else was home.
Maybe we could have all that. I mean we had been together for years. And every relationship has its ups and downs, right? I wasn't prefect either but he had put up with me. Just like I had put up with him. After so many memories and so many 'I love you's could I really give it all up?
"Maybe—," I began.
But this time I wasn't interrupted by Adrian, my phone beeped saying that I had another call.
I felt so guilt after just seeing him name on my caller ID. I hadn't even had one thought about Emmett this whole conversation with Adrian.
"Hey Adrian someone else is trying to call me right now, so I gotta got." I said and hung up before I heard one more word from him.
"Hey Emmett." I said feeling so guilty that my gut even hurt a little.
"Bella? Thank God. Are you okay? I mean what happened this afternoon? Everything was so perfect, what was wrong?" He asked in a rush.
"My stomach hurt, like really bad," I lied. "And I felt like I was going to puke and I don't really think that you wanted that all over your bed but I felt fine as soon as I was home. But I didn't think you would like want to talk to me after me leaving like that."
"Oh. Well my dad came home, like less than five minutes after you left. He was disappointed that he didn't get to meet you."
"Maybe next time I'll get to meet him," I told him.
"So there'll be a next time?"
I blinked. Emmett was a sweet guy. And I liked what I saw so far. Maybe it was time for me to leave the past in the past and just move on. Maybe I could even move on with Emmett.
"Of course there will be." I promised.
I could just feel him dimpling on the other side of the phone. "Great. So you want me to pick you up again tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah. That would be great."
"'Kay see you tomorrow." He said.
"See you." I whispered before I pressed the end button.
There was one more thing that I needed to take care of before I went to bed. So I went through my contacts list and sent Adrian one last text.
I've moved on. You should too. —B
So what do you think of the non—drunk Adrian? And what about that incident with Emmett? Do you think Bella plays unfairly?