Disclaimer: I do not own any Twilight characters, locations, etc… Stephenie Meyer does. If I owned Twilight, Emmett would definitely be in the spotlight with Edward.

Summary: Bella just caught her boyfriend of two years cheating on her. So what does she do? She goes to the nearest bar and starts drowning her anger in beer and Vodka. There she meets Edward, who is perfect for her. Bella, being the devious little thing she is, gets Edward to agree to play a game on Emmett with her. What happens when lines cross and feelings get mixed up in their love triangle? What happens when Bella and Edward take things too far, pushing Emmett off the edge?

BPOV

"Do you want me to come over now?" I ask, desperately trying to keep the phone in between my shoulder and ear, while trying to balance all my books in my hands. My fucking locker is jammed and the custodian was busy, so I have to wait all the way until tomorrow before he can fix it. I hate poor public high schools.

Only one more year, Bella, one more year.

"Nah, it's all right. You can go home, relax or something, and come over later tonight. I know you're tired, Bella. Just come later", he says in a gentle voice that no one would think he's capable of.

I've had a crush on Emmett McCarty since I was ten years old. He's five years older than me, so he was fifteen the first time I met him. My parents divorced when I was little, and I wound up staying with my father in Phoenix while my mom moved back to her hometown in Washington. The reason for the divorce was that dad was with another woman, years before mom, and had a child. He didn't even know it himself, but when the paternity test came back, he really was the father. Mom was so devastated he had a son that she left without even saying goodbye to me.

I haven't heard from her since.

When I turned ten, dad's son contacted him, explaining that his parents had passed away and he didn't have anywhere else to go. I didn't think it would be a problem for him to live with Charlie and me, and I was finally coming to terms with the fact that Renee just didn't want me. I actually liked living with Charlie. But the moment I met my fifteen-year-old half brother Jacob, I wished I had begged my mom to take me with her. He was a complete jerk off, and he still is. I hate him. The only good thing Jacob's ever done for me is introducing me to his best friend Emmett.

It was late, and I really should have been asleep, but dad was working late and wasn't there to force me into bed, so I thought I'd take advantage of the situation. I was watching Spongebob when I heard the front door open and then slam shut. For a moment, I had panicked. Jacob told me after dad left that he was spending the night over his friend's house, and not to burn down the house while he was gone. I'd gotten used to being home alone, though. Dad was Police Chief and had to work late hours, and Jacob always ditched me. I didn't mind because I didn't like spending time with him anyway.

So when the door banged shut, I thought someone had broken in and was trying to rob the house. I was prepared to scream when Jacob strolled into the living room, irritation written all over his face.

"You're supposed to be in bed, Bella. It's almost midnight", he had scolded me.

"And you're supposed to be spending the night at your friend's house. You better let me stay up or I'll tell daddy you left. You know he'll kill you if he ever finds out", I had threatened him.

He glared at me, but sighed when he realized he had lost the battle, and snatched the remote of my hand. He smacked me in the back of the head, and not in a brotherly 'I'm just playing around' type of way. "We're not watching this little kid shit. My friend is coming in soon, and you better not say a fucking word, Bella. If you embarrass me in any way, I'll have Leah deal with you", he told me.

Fear had instantly crept down my spine. Leah was an 8th grader, three years older than me. She was mean too. She's hated me forever because I didn't tell Jacob to date her. Anytime she could, she'd terrorize me.

Jacob smirked when he realized he'd won the war. I nodded my head in defeat, and stared at my lap, my hands wringing around nervously. Maybe I should just go to bed. It's obvious he doesn't want me in here. I wonder if he's bringing a girl over, I'd thought to myself.

My question was answered when the door slammed shut a second time. A guy walked in, but I couldn't see his face because all the lights were off. I did see when he tripped over Jacob's big black combat boots on the way into the living room and fell face first to the floor, five feet away from me.

Jacob just laughed loudly and didn't seem to care that the boy was obviously in pain. I had flitted off the couch and over to his side in ten seconds flat, my hands flailing around wildly, trying to find the spot where it hurt the most.

"Are you all right?" I had asked with concern laced in my voice.

That's when I first saw him. He had dark brown curly hair that framed his face perfectly. His blue eyes reminded me of the ocean, bright and vibrant. And even though I was only ten, I still thought he had the cutest lips I'd even seen on a guy before. And then he had smiled at me, flashing his dimples, and I nearly fainted.

"I'm fine. At least you were concerned if I died or not", he had said, staring icily at Jacob who was sitting in dad's recliner with his feet up, channel surfing. He didn't even acknowledge that the guy had said anything.

"Emmett, this is my little sister Bella, Bella this is my friend Emmett. Now shut up and don't say anything else", he had said in an angry voice.

Emmett stood up and sat down on the couch, in my spot. I didn't even care though. I had sat on the opposite side, as far away from him as possible. "Don't talk to your little sister like that, dude. She didn't do anything wrong", Emmett had said, defending me.

I had stayed up almost all night, watching TV with Emmett after Jacob had fallen asleep. We didn't talk, but it didn't matter. I finally had passed out after four in the morning, and woke up with my head in Emmett's lap.

I couldn't stop the big shit-eating grin from forming on my face.

"Bella? Bells, you still there?"

I'm brought out of my thoughts by Emmett practically screaming in my ear through the phone.

"Yeah", I say as I hold my cell away from my ear a little. "I was just thinking about the first time we met."

He laughs his obnoxiously loud laugh that makes me want to melt. "Bella, you were a kid! I wasn't looking at you like that back then. I really shouldn't be looking at you now, but whatever. Anyway, I'll see you around eight tonight?"

"Sure", I respond.

I hang up and trudge out of school to my vintage beat up Chevy truck. It was a gift from my dad on my sixteenth birthday. I don't really like the truck, but it was cheap and it runs good. I didn't really expect to get a BMW anyway, and I appreciate that he thought to get me a car at all. I could still be getting on the bus.

I throw all my stuff in the trunk and sigh as my head begins to pound dully, alerting me to the fact that I'll have a killer headache later. I guess me yelling and screaming at the custodian got me in trouble after all, even if it wasn't with the principal like he threatened. All I want to do is cuddle up next to Em and watch his stupid action movies.

I really hate having to stay after school for almost three hours on Fridays for track practice. I mean really, how hard is it to run? I don't see why we have practice at all. So instead of being able to see Em at three, now it's almost six and I still haven't seen him. I miss him.

So with that thought in mind, I hop in my truck and start driving in the direction of Em's apartment.

Emmett was in college, which sucked because I barely got to see him, but he lost his football scholarship last year. He didn't have an accident or anything, but his grades were dropping and he was being too disrespectful to his coaches, or so the dean claimed. They kicked him out and he hasn't been the same.

He loves football, and it kills him that he lost his scholarship. He'll never be able to afford going to college now. But then again, neither will I.

I wonder if Emmett will want to take our relationship to the next level yet. I don't want to badger him about it and seem like a crazy hormonal teen, because I'm not like that. But we've been dating for the past two years and we haven't even gone to third base. I get his reasoning behind not wanting to have sex yet: I'm still underage. Hell, I haven't even started my senior year of high school yet. But I know how guys are, especially twenty-two year old guys. They're always horny and always wanting to have sex. And with Emmett in his apartment still so close to campus with all the pretty, slutty, experienced college girls, I get worried. I know he'd never cheat on me, though. He loves me too much, or at least that's what he said. I believe him.

I pull up in the driveway, cringing at the stuttering of the engine. This thing is going to break down on me soon if I don't take it to get fixed.

I slam the door shut and kick it for good measure, knowing it sometimes gets stuck and doesn't close all the way. I don't even bother to lock the doors as I turn and walk up the little walkway to Emmett's apartment. Trust me when I say no one will want this beat up truck, and if they do they must be pretty damn desperate… desperate enough for me to just let them take it without complaint.

Have I mentioned that I really hate my truck and I want a new car badly? Preferably silver and shiny?

About a month ago, Em and I got into a little fight about trust. He saw Newton rubbing on my arm and accused me of cheating, so in return I accused him of the same thing. I gave him a kiss and he gave me a copy of his keys to his apartment. I haven't even used them yet because Em usually opens the door before I can even lift a hand to knock.

So with excitement coursing through my veins, I turn the key in the lock and slowly push open the door with a big grin on my face. He'll be so surprised to see me!

I close the door quietly behind me and turn around to tip-toe to his room when suddenly I stop dead in my tracks. Right there, in the middle of the living room, on the big leather couch that I saved up to buy him, is Emmett. He's sweaty, with his curls sticking to his face. His lips are pressed into a thin line, eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together as his biceps bulge out. He lets out a loud groan and throws his head back.

There is a blonde girl on top of him, her head thrown back, her long hair swinging back and forth in time with her quick movements. Her mouth is wide open in a silent cry of pleasure, her hands fondling her chest. She's having sex with him. That's why his biceps are bulged out like that. He's guiding her movements. He's fucking a girl that's not me!

I stare at them a while longer, not really understanding what's going on. That can't be Emmett. I'm his girlfriend.

"Em", I whisper in a confused tone. He doesn't hear me, and neither does the girl.

I drop the keys to his apartment on the floor and run back out the door. I don't cry, or yell and scream. I just hop right back in my truck and drive back in the direction I came.

I can't go home. The week after I turned sixteen, dad ran off to live in Vegas, leaving me in the care of twenty-one year old Jacob. He calls every once in a while, or sends me something, but it's not the same. He doesn't know that Jacob hates me with a passion. I do everything I can to avoid him. It doesn't help that he's not in college and only works part-time. I think he's so bitter and mad at the world because his parents died, and it's understandable. But why take it out on me? I've never done anything to him. When I pictured myself having a big brother, he is not what I had in mind.

I'll admit I was excited when Charlie first told me that my brother was coming to live with us. And then… about five minutes after I met Jacob, I was nothing but utterly disappointed.

So, knowing I can't go home but having nowhere else to go, I drive around aimlessly until I come across a bar. It has flashy neon lights, so I shrug and park in the very small parking lot.

I'm so glad Jacob got me a fake I.D. last year so I could buy him beer when he didn't feel like going himself. Who knew I would actually use it for something else?

I fluff my hair up a little, making it look like I've just been freshly fucked (which I haven't, but the blonde bitch certainly has) and put on a little lip gloss.

Please don't be fooled by my actions earlier. I am not a punk, and I've never been afraid to say what's on my mind. If I don't like someone, I'll tell them, if I want to punch someone in the face, then that's what I'll do. I understand, in a way, why Jacob acts the way he does. Sometimes I do take my frustrations out on other people, whether it's me yelling or fighting. I get aggravated sometimes when I think about how Renee just left me, her four year old daughter, like it was as easy as picking out nail polish. I get pissed when I think about Charlie, and how he just ran off to fucking Vegas without even telling me until he was already there. But I've never been mean or anything towards Jacob. He's supposed to be my brother, even if we only have the same dad. We still share some of the same blood. I get why he's an ass, I really do, but I just wish he wasn't that way with me.

And you ask why do I care so much about what Jacob thinks? I care because after living with him for seven years, I thought by now he'd warm up to me. Like I said, I've always wanted an older brother to love me, and protect me, and stick up for me. I wish I could go home and tell Jacob what happened, and he'd beat Em's ass for me. I just wish he liked me, so that when people ask if I have a brother I could say, 'yeah, he's fucking awesome'.

Truthfully, I think he hates me more now than before because I don't agree with his, 'I'll stick my dick anywhere it fits' approach on life.

But like I was saying, I'm not afraid to say what's on my mind. I know what I want. So I'm not scared with the thought of possibly losing my virginity tonight. I want to hurt Emmett. I've told him I've been saving my virginity for him, because there are a lot of willing boys at my high school, and that I only wanted him to touch me like that. He was actually quite honored. I can just imagine his shock and anger when he finds out that I hooked up with some random guy at a run-down bar… that I gave my virginity to some random guy at a run-down bar.

Priceless.

I'm sort of a hypocrite, aren't I?

So I clear my head of all thoughts of Jacob, Emmett, and the nameless blonde bitch, and hop out of my truck into the humid Texan-night air.

I'm not really surprised when I walk into the bar, after flashing my very fake and very laminated I.D. at the security guard at the front door, that the bar is exactly what I thought it was… run-down. It's not sleazy or nasty or anything, but you can tell the owner doesn't really get much money off of running this place. You know, tear in the booths type of run-down.

Music is booming through the speakers and I see people on the dance floor just going crazy. They're bumping, and grinding, and humping, and gyrating, and girls are swinging their hair around wildly, and guys are fist pumping (didn't know people did that in Texas) with beers spilling out of their other hands, and it's just… crazy.

I like it.

I make my way through the crowd, trying to ignore the feel of everyone's skin on mine. It's not uncomfortable, just weird. I guess it's my fault for wearing a very short light brown denim skirt to school and a nude-colored top with one of my shoulders out, that also hangs off me loosely, and finishing the outfit with nude-colored four-inch heels. What? I like to get done up for school. Just because I can't give the boys the stares they give me, doesn't mean I can't enjoy it all the same.

Oh God, am I a slut?

I dismiss the thought with a shrug, figuring you have to have sex to be a slut. I mean really, who's heard of a virgin being a slut? Hopefully that changes after tonight… the virgin part, not the slut part.

I finally get to the bar, and I almost get in an argument with a clearly drunk guy who was ten feet away when I sat down on my stool, but was still claiming he got there first. So after we had a heated stare down, he had stumbled off looking for someone else to harass. Just because I'm seventeen doesn't mean I'll let people walk over me. Especially drunk, sweaty people.

"Can I get you anything?"

I look up to see a woman, maybe in her early twenties, standing behind the bar with a warm smile on her face. She has blonde hair though, so immediately I don't like her. I don't like any girl with blonde hair. Yeah, I know it's childish and stupid, but I could care less right now. I'm still pissed. So I answer with a clipped tone. "I'll have Vodka with cranberry juice, thanks."

She quirks her eyebrow up at me. "I'm gonna need to see some I.D." She doesn't say it in a mean way, but I still get annoyed with her. What is it guys like about girls with blonde hair? Half of the time it's fake, or too blonde, or their roots show, and then it looks a hot mess. Like the girl that was riding my boyfriend… you could see plain as day that she's a natural brunette.

Should I go blonde?

With a sigh I dig in my purse and pull my I.D. out, flashing the bartender a fake smile as I do so. She frowns a little, but takes it from me anyway before disappearing down the way she came.

Immediately I feel bad. What is wrong with me? Why am I being so mean? What did that woman do to me? Exactly, nothing.

I close my eyes as I rub my temples gently, trying to ease away the headache that's creeping up on me. Maybe I shouldn't drink. I see how Jacob looks in the morning whenever he's had a lot to drink. He always looks like hell. It is not a pretty sight.

But then the bartender comes back with a very tempting-looking drink in her hand. She sets a napkin down in front of me, then places my drink on top of it, and hands me my piece of plastic back.

"Whoever you got to do this for you is very… thorough", she says, smile back in place. She leans in closer to me as her eyes twinkle like she knows a juicy secret. My lips curl up a little. "And don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Usually I do because underage people tend to drive home drunk and hurt themselves, but I'll let you off the hook."

I smile fully at her. "Thanks."

She nods. "But are you sure you want to drink that? I didn't make it too strong, but it's Vodka, sweetheart. It's not gonna taste like water."

I quirk my eyebrow at her, daring her to say I won't, and she leans back and shrugs, small smile still on her face. She's challenging me. I'll show her.

So I pick up the glass, look her dead in the eye, and take a huge gulp.

I shouldn't have done that, considering I've never had Vodka before, and because she did warn me. My throat immediately feels like it's been engulfed in flames, and I cough and sputter as my eyes start to sting and my nose starts burning. And my stomach feels like there's a ball of fire in it. Overall, the worst thing I've ever tasted in my life. What the fuck was that? I tilt my head back hoping to get some type of relief, and I almost cry tears of joy when the bartender pushes a glass of water towards me… I ignore the smug smile on her face.

After I drink almost half the glass of water, my throat starts to feel better and my nose stops burning altogether. My stomach is still a little, off, but I feel better. I glare when the bartender starts laughing loudly, almost cackling, but it's not one of those annoying laughs. It almost makes me want to start laughing with her.

She wipes her eyes even though there's no wetness there, and then once she calms herself down, she sticks her hand over the counter. "I like you. My name is Tanya." She's smiling brightly, and I can't deny how pretty she is. At least she's a natural blonde.

"Bella", I respond, shaking her hand. "And if you ever give me something like that again we're going to have a problem." But I smile at her, letting her know I'm only half-serious.

"Okay. How about a beer this time?" She asks, amusement still in her voice.

I nod somewhat reluctantly, and she disappears again.

After she's gone, I look around trying to find any possible deflowerers. Sure I see a lot of cute guys, but no one really makes me take a second glance, or makes my panties damp. Mainly all I see are tan Italian guys, fist pumping and almost totally ignoring their girls as they bond together while they spill their beer. Who knew there are so many Italian people in Texas? Thank God I'm Polish. It's actually funny to see, though. I can't fist pump to save my life.

Tanya returns with a bottle of beer, and I take it from her, sipping it easily. I'll admit that over the years I've grown curious and stolen one of Jacob's beers from his secret stash he used to hide from Charlie. It's nothing new to me.

"You enjoying the view?" She asks with an almost knowing smile. I shrug. "Do you see that guy, over there by the corner, dancing kinda awkwardly?" I follow her gaze and in the corner is a guy, can't really tell if he's cute or not, dancing a little… weirdly. It's like he doesn't know how but is trying so hard. It's cute in a dorky way.

"Yeah, why?" I look back to see her staring at him hungrily, but at the same time with longing all in the same stare.

She slumps against the counter. "He's my best friend's boyfriend. He's geeky, you know completely focused on college, but he has a lot of money. Don't really know how, unless it's from his parents, because he's only a year older than me. But anyway, I like him. Really like him. And my friend… she just doesn't. She's only using him for his money. He comes here every Friday night, alone. She won't go anywhere with him in public." She stops and sighs, realizing she's sort of rambling. I don't mind, though. I don't have anyone else to talk to. "I just wish I could be with him is all."

I wouldn't have guessed Tanya would be into the nerdy type. But then again, I wouldn't have guessed I'd like this girl so quickly.

I hand Tanya the money for my two drinks, completely forgetting about it until now. She smiles.

"I have to get going. It's almost eleven and I'm going to be late for my other job", Tanya says. Almost eleven? Damn, where did the time go? It was only after six-thirty when I walked into Em's apartment. "But here's my number, and you should write yours down too. If you need a ride or anything, just call me and I'll come get you. I really don't want you driving drunk, Bella."

I roll my eyes a little. "Anyone ever tell you that you act like a mom sometimes?" I tease. After I write my cell phone number down on a napkin, Tanya takes it. Then she jumps up on the counter before swinging her legs over, knocking some guy's drink over, before hopping down.

"I think I might get fired soon. But oh well", she laughs. This time, I do laugh with her.

Then my eyes widen as she stands straight. Tanya has an awesome rack that she displays with a tight black tee shirt, long legs that she shows off with tight black skinny jeans and hot pink pumps, and when she drops her keys, she bends over in front of me… nice ass too. In other words, she's hot as hell. And what am I, a lesbian now?

"Okay, so call me Bella. I really have to go, but don't forget to call me", she yells over the music. I nod, and she pecks me on the cheek before dashing out of my sight. How she can move so fast in those shoes is beyond me.

I think I just made a new friend. It's kind of weird because people tend not to like me. Probably because they think that I think I'm the cutest bitch in the world. I really don't but trying to explain that to a bunch of seventeen-year-old girls isn't the easiest thing in the world.

I stand up and wander around a little, not really wanting to go on the dance floor but not wanting to sit down either. Eventually, I wind up in my corner and just sway slightly to the beat of the music, sort of like that guy Tanya likes. Though I'm sure I don't look awkward like he did. Just as I tip my bottle back and take a swig of beer, someone taps me on the shoulder. "Hey", the voice whispers, very close to my ear.

I instantly spit all my beer out of my mouth and almost choke to death at the same time. I spin around to see a man, at least twenty-five years old, smirking down at me. Yeah, down, because he's like a foot taller than me. I find it sexy. Very sexy.

Just then a red light flashes our way, and I gasp as I get a good look at him. He has reddish-brown hair that's in total disarray with strands sticking up everywhere, but it works for him. His bright green eyes are so dark that they're almost emerald. He has full pouty lips that I want to bite and suck on. I glance away from his face and I swear I almost die. He's wearing a purple pull over that shows off his broad chest and huge biceps perfectly, and black skinny jeans… that are hanging off his hips loosely. He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen in my life.

And then I remember that I just spit out my mouth like a dirty tramp.

My hand covers my mouth and I look from his eyes to the floor over and over again. "I am so so sorry! You scared me and I didn't mean to-to-to do that! Oh my God, I really am sorry. I swear I'm not dirty!" I just stop talking after that last one. Way to go Bella, way to go.

He just continues smiling at me, dark eyes twinkling. Did I mention that my panties are definitely damp now? No, scratch that, they're fucking soaked. I've never been this turned on ever.

"It's all right, Lovely. I didn't mean to frighten you", he says. Oh my- his voice is like velvet, and it's dripping sex. I know then and there that I want him to take my virginity.

I am a slut. I don't even know his name.

As if he can read my mind he moves closer, forcing me to back up against the wall. "My name is Edward, Lovely. What's yours?"

It doesn't escape my notice that he's called me lovely twice. I like it. "Bella." Then I smirk, regaining my bearings somewhat. "And what brings you over here? I don't see a lot of people looming around in dark corners."

He shrugs, slipping his hands in his pockets. I've never thought that was sexier than just now. Usually people do that when they get nervous, but I'd say he's anything but nervous. He just screams confidence. I want him to make me scream.

"How old are you?" He asks abruptly.

I don't see any reason to lie to him, so I answer truthfully. "I'm seventeen. And you?"

He smiles deviously, making my nipples tingle. "I'm twenty-six. But that doesn't matter, now does it, Lovely?" I shake my head, not knowing what else to say. Then he moves closer until he's pressing up against me. I gasp loudly.

He's hard. His hard dick is pressed up against my stomach. I think I whimpered.

"Good", he purrs in my ear. I shiver as he runs his finger over my cheek. He bends down, and I stand up on my tip-toes, desperate for a kiss. His breath is hot on my face, pouty lips oh-so-close. And right when I'm about to lean in a little more to touch my lips to his, he pulls back.

I groan out in frustration. "You don't look like the type of girl to come here", he observes. "So before we do anything else, pretty girl, I want to know why you're here."

"What makes you think I have a reason? I was bored at home, so I decided to come out. Is that a crime?" My tone isn't light and playful like I wanted it to be, but more harsh and bitter than I think I've ever sounded. Just thinking about Emmett fucking that girl makes me want to punch something. Hard.

Edward leans back, obviously offended. He clicks his tongue at me as he shakes his head back and forth. Oh shit, I just screwed up. "Listen closely, my vixen", he whispers /'huskily into my ear. "You better watch the way you talk to me. I have half a mind to throw you over my shoulder, carry you out of here most likely against your will, and spank your tight little ass until it's beet red. So, I suggest you watch what you say."

For a second I'm speechless. Did he really just say that to me? He wants to spank me? The thought never crossed my mind before, but images of me naked, lying over Edward's lap as he brings his hand forward and smacks my ass flood through my mind. Oh yes.

I think I just whimpered again. "What makes you think I wouldn't want that?" I challenge, raising my eyebrow in a silent question.

He's shocked, I can tell, but he hides it well. After a few minutes of silence, he grins widely, dark eyes boring into mine. "I like you", he tells me. Score! I've been told that twice tonight. I think I just broke a record. "But please tell me why you're here, pretty girl." Before I can respond, he's talking again. "I come here every Friday night, and I've never seen you before, so don't even try to lie again."

Then he snatches my beer out of my hand with a smirk, and takes a long swig. I watch, fascinated as his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. I want to lick his Adam's apple.

I lick my lips instead.

"Are you going to answer my question, Bella?"

He seems to be losing his patience, so with a sigh I back away from him so I can think straight. "I'm here because I want to play a little game, Edward", I start. I actually didn't think about this until just now, but I'm known for thinking on my feet. He gives me a 'go on' look, so I continue. "I saw my boyfriend fucking another girl earlier in his apartment. She was blonde", I sneer.

Edward only smiles wider, his pearly whites gleaming, and he actually lets out a laugh. "What does her being blonde have to do with anything?"

I huff like a kid because he's making fun of what I said. When I cross my arms over my chest he seems to realize that I don't think it's funny. He stops laughing and motions for me to keep talking.

"But anyway, like I said, Emmett cheated on me. And it hurt… for the first fifteen minutes. But what you're going to find out is that I'm not a nice girl, Edward. I'm really not. And what he did was grimy, yes, but I'm more upset about him making me look like a fool. Here I am, his girlfriend who's in love with him, and he's fucking another girl on the side." I pause to take a breath, trying to rein my anger in. "What I want is to get him back. I'm going to pretend like everything is fine between me and him. I want to pretend like I found a guy BFF and I want to bring him around Emmett. I want him to go with me and Emmett to the movies, or to amusement parks, or just come over to hang out. But while I'm pretending to still be all in love with Emmett, I want to be fucking my 'BFF' on the side, just like he was."

Edward looks deep in thought with his eyes scrunched up, and his hand tickling the stubble on his chin. In other words, he looks good enough to eat.

"But Edward", I say as I move closer to him. "I want that guy to be you." I bite my bottom lip, hoping he'll agree to be apart of my little game. I bet it will be so fun. I can just imagine it.

Did I already mention I'm not a nice girl? Oh I did... good. But I only ever get this mean when I'm pissed.

Emmett doesn't know what's about to hit him.

Edward stops scrunching his eyes, and looks down at me hungrily. Slowly, he reaches down and tugs my bottom lip away from my teeth. I hiss sharply as the blood rushes back to my lip, making it swell up.

"Is that really what you want, pretty girl?" He asks.

"Yes", I breathe. I have no shame right now. All I want is for him to take me, claim me, make me his for the time being. "Please take me", I whimper.

"Come with me", he growls, grabbing my hand. I nod again, squirming as my panties get even wetter. It's uncomfortable.

His eyes are so dark… burning with desire. A shiver of anticipation runs through me.

And then he's dragging me through the grinding bodies and towards the exit of the club.

Fuck yes.


This is my second fic on the site, so if there's any problems with my writing still, my bad. First I want to say that I need a beta for this story, and my other one, so if you're interested PM me and let me know.

Now that that's out of the way...

I am very excited about this story. The plot has been swimming around in my head for a while, and I finally just wrote it down. This is not pre-written, so I don't know when the next chapter will be up, and I can't make any promises because we all know what happens when I do that.

And if you're Italian and noticed my little comments, I'm not trying to be disrespectful or anything. I'm Italian too, and was only joking. It's all in good fun because you know that Jersey Shore is coming on tonight. I hope you're all gonna be watching it, cause I sure as hell am! I love Pauly D... just sayin'.

So I'm done rambling now. I would really appreciate it if you review and let me know what you thought! :)

Have a good night!