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.


"I've never been rock climbing before", I mutter quietly. I've never been a daredevil, and I've never really been obsessed with doing things that are a hazard to my health. I'd say this is the most extreme thing I've ever done… considering I'm deathly afraid of heights.

I probably should have thought this out before I so readily agreed to do this. What the fuck did I think he meant when he said rock climbing? I know what it is, I know you have to climb maybe forty something feet in the air before you ring a little bell. But somehow it didn't really hit me that we were rock climbing until the guy was putting me in a harness as I stood in front of the huge grey wall with colorful fake rocks and stones all a few feet up from each other. Then it really hit me when he said I was ready to go. Which was about ten minutes ago. And I'm still standing here, not even attempting to make a move.

This has got to be the worst 'date' Edward has ever been on. Am I embarrassed that I'm scared to climb a goddamn wall? Yes. Is it even more embarrassing that Edward is trying not to laugh openly at me, but isn't succeeding in the least? Hell yes. And what's even more disheartening than Edward laughing at my phobia of heights is that I had the chance to get out of this when Rose did, but instead I laughed at her and told Edward that I wasn't as much of a quitter as she is. Is it possible to die of mortification? I'm about to find out.

"Aww come on Bella, it's not as scary as it looks", Edward tells me, not even trying to mask the huge grin on his face. Even though he's standing as close to me as he can without us bumping into each other as we climb, I still want him closer. Can't they get me out of this damn harness? It's hurting my vagina. Where did that guy go?

Oh God, I'm about to start hyperventilating.

Edward notices this of course. I mean how can he not with me waving my hands in front of my face trying desperately to get some much-needed air? But instead of him asking me if I'm okay, he seriously bursts out laughing so hard his eyes get red and a fat tear leaks out the corner of his eye. Asswipe.

"I'm happy you find me so amusing, Edward", I huff. I'll show him I can do this. Just watch. "So if you're done laughing, I think I'd like to start now."

He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and breathes out a huge breath. Ugh, he's so dramatic. "Are you sure? I don't want you to have a heart attack halfway up", he chuckles. Instead of answering him vocally, I just turn my head away from him, making my ponytail swish slightly. "Fine, you win. Let's go", he says. He walks up to the big ass wall and puts one of his hands on the fake purple rock right in front of his face, and his foot on the red one that's right by his foot. "You coming, B?" He turns so I can see the smirk he's sporting. If the harness wasn't cutting all circulation to my punani off, I would definitely be wet just from that smirk alone.

"Yeah yeah, whatever Edward. Let's just get this over with", I respond as I position myself the exact same way he did. Well here goes nothing.

"I'm not talking to you anymore", I yell as I fold my arms over my chest. I hear him running to catch up to me, but I keep on going. That was not fun at all. Not to mention that my vagina is seriously throbbing from all the blood rushing back into it after being in that harness for almost three hours. And it's not the good kind of throbbing. It's a 'this really fucking hurts' throbbing. I don't know how Edward did it. Maybe he taped his shit down or something when he went to the bathroom before he let the guy put on his harness.

Stupid ass harness guy.

I swear I'm never doing this ever again, not even for Edward.

Rosalie disappeared about an hour ago. She put the keys to my truck in my purse, and then she left. I can't say I'm upset that she's gone. She's probably with Emmett, but I'm not upset about that either. It's more than obvious that the girl doesn't know Em is my boyfriend. I'm not going to tell her, and I know for sure Emmett isn't going to say anything either. Yeah, she'll probably be hurt when the truth eventually does come out, but that's not my problem.

"Bella I'm sorry! How was I supposed to know you were going to get stuck up there?" Edward asks as he finally catches up to me. As soon as they got me out of the thing, I was gone. It took him a few seconds before he realized I was already at the exit. "It wasn't that bad, B."

"Easy for you to say", I snap as I turn on him. "You got to get down and out of the harness. I didn't!"

I stomp my way to my truck and throw my door open. She didn't lock it. I don't care.

I'm not really mad at Edward. I'm just mad at the situation. The reason why I got stuck is because the damn harness was too tight. I knew it was, but when I told the guy that he said it was fine. It was not fine.

"B, you had to wear the harness", Edward tells me.

"Just don't even talk about it anymore! I don't want to hear or even think the word harness for the rest of the day!" I shout. It's safe to say that I am seriously afraid of heights. I don't think he'll be taking me anywhere that has to do with heights ever again. And if he does I'll smack him.

I know I'm acting like a complete prissy bitch, and I'm more than likely turning him off, but I can't help it. I was seriously petrified while I was stuck however many feet in the air, and he was laughing at me the whole time. I'm not saying I'm gonna cry, but damn, don't I get any sympathy? I feel like pouting. Hmmm…this is strange, I don't remember ever dying my hair blonde.

I can't believe rock climbing has made me stoop as low as acting like a fake blonde… in front of Edward.

Fuck my life.

"Baby I'm sorry. You're not really mad at me, are you?" I humph a little, but shake my head no anyway. He smiles brightly, and I notice a dimple pop out in his left cheek I didn't see last night. It makes him even sexier, if that's possible.

"You're lucky, Edward. If you were anyone else, I would've told you to go fuck your mom." I say, only half joking.

He lifts a brown eyebrow up at me. "You're quite the Drama Queen, yes?" He asks. I just shrug and smile back at him. He leans in, bracing his hands on the rusty sides of the truck. I watch him, trying desperately not to swig my legs back and forth, since I'm sitting sideways, like a little schoolgirl. I bite my lip as he leans in closer, and then I say fuck it and brush my lips against his.

I almost pull back because that same electric current from last night is back. Edward doesn't allow it though, because his hand is now in my hair, pressing my lips to his. He licks my bottom lip and I moan quietly as I open my mouth to him. His tongue glides over mine, exploring, but not rushed. His kiss is sweet, soft, slow, and oh so very good I can't even move. He doesn't seem to mind my lack of participation. I guess my low moans are making up for it, anyway. Am I a slut because I want to see his goods right now?

All too soon he pulls back. "Lovely?"

"Yeah?" I answer.

"If I don't leave now I'll be late for my shift at work", he whispers. He almost looks scared to say it.

What does he think I was gonna do, be mad because he has to go to work? I guess my little mental breakdown two minutes ago would have gave him that impression. I wasn't expecting him to spend the entire day with me, what with him being Mr. Big Shot Doctor and all. Did I even ask him what type of doctor he is?

"It's fine. And um… what type of doctor are you? I'm still leaning more towards drug dealer or leader of the Irish Mafia or something alone those lines. Your house is like… amazing", I finish lamely. I haven't even seen all of it, but I know its way more than just a million. Maybe ten million is what he paid for it.

"Bella!" He exclaims. "I'm a surgeon. I swear I don't do anything against the law." He looks at his watch again and cusses. "I really do have to go, though." He reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a silver sharpie, popping the cap off and asking for my number. I give it to him while trying not to laugh, because seriously, who keeps sharpies in their back pocket? He is so weird.

I like it.

Edward pecks me on the lips one last time before murmuring something about calling me later. I watch as he gets in his car, waves, and then drives off.

And that's when I remember I have nothing else to do for the rest of the day. And it's only five-thirty.

When Edward dropped me off at my house earlier, I was lucky Jacob wasn't there. I'm guessing he was either at work, at one of his whore's houses, or somewhere getting high. I didn't really care. I was just happy he was gone. But when I pull up in the driveway more than a hour after Edward left for work, the first thing I see is Jacob's car.

As if my day couldn't get any worse.

I just hope he's not drunk.

I grab my Ipod out of the glove compartment and put my earphones in. Jacob probably is going to drill me about being gone last night, like he's dad or something, and I'm not in the mood to hear it. On top of being pissed about the rock climbing incident, I'm still mad about not having sex with Edward. I did not want to be a virgin when I came home.

I open the front door, which is unlocked. I guess we just hate to lock shit in this family, and trudge into the house. Jacob is on the couch with a beer in his hand watching TV, but when he hears me shut the door, his attention is suddenly on me.

I can see his lips moving, and it's easy to guess he's yelling by the way he's throwing his arms around, but I can't hear him. He's mad yeah, but I don't care. I don't think I'm going to be able to live with him another year. Maybe if I get an actual job besides babysitting bratty kids, I'll have enough money to be able to get my own place.

I love kids, I really do, but Ben and Tia are the most spoiled kids in the world. She punched me in the face the last time I was watching them.

I stay quiet while Jacob continues to yell, but I get bored after a few minutes so I motion to the Ipod in my hand as an explanation as to why I'm not saying anything back, and then I walk down the hall to my room.

My mood sours even more when I see Emmett lying on my bed. Can't I catch a break? I don't say anything to him as I grab some clothes from my dresser and walk into my closet. I change into a pair of white shorts and a pink tank top. I step on a pair of my heels at least five times, get caught up in my jackets, and stub my toe on something. Changing in a pitch-black closet isn't the brightest idea I've ever had, but I refuse to let Emmett see me anymore. I was going to give him my virginity and he tells someone he's my boyfriend's brother. Fucking prick.

How come I've never noticed he's a jerk before?

I feel like drinking alchohol… so that's exactly what I do. I go into the kitchen, ignoring Jacob, and reach into the cabinet closest to the sink. Jake has just about every type of liquor in here. I reach for the brandy, get a couple ice cubes, and pour some coke into a glass. I think brandy is nasty, but it's cheap and I get a little buzzed if I drink enough of it, so whatever.

I stand outside my bedroom door for five minutes. Em is still sprawled out on my bed like nothing happened, smiling lazily at me. Yesterday I would have laughed and climbed on top of him. Now I want to punch him in the face.

Am I offended he told Rosalie he's my boyfriend's brother? Yes. I was expecting him to lie and deny that he was my boyfriend, but I wasn't prepared for him to cut Edward off and rush to reassure Rose that we're not together. All his stupid college friends used to say I was his little sister or cousin, and he never once corrected them. I always had to speak up and say I was his girlfriend. Obviously he likes Rosalie more than he likes me.

It hurts, considering I've been in love with him since I was ten. But whatever. Edward's hotter than him anyway, and he's rich. Em can lick a hairy asshole for all I care.

"What are you doing here, Emmett?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"I called Lauren… she said you weren't at her house last night", he says. He sounds pissed. And him being pissed makes me pissed. How dare he check up on me? I'm not the one running around fucking fake blondes, he is.

"She's right. I wasn't at her house. Where I was is none of your business", I snap. "Apparently we're not together anymore. You're my boyfriend's brother, remember?" He opens his mouth to say something, but I stop him when I hold up my hand. I take a sip of my bitter drink and smile after I swallow it down. "I understand. You didn't want the pretty blonde to know you were dating a junior. You're ashamed of me. It's okay, really. I get it." I shrug nonchalantly, looking around for my phone. Did I leave it in my jeans?

"Bella, it's not like that."

I'm not in the mood to fight with him. All I want is to pass out of my bed and sleep until Edward calls me.

Where the hell did I put that phone?

"Bella please talk to me. I… I don't why I said that. I'll tell her the truth as soon as I see her, I swear." I take another sip of my drink, ignoring him, looking around my room for my missing cell phone. "Don't be like that, Bell. You know I didn't mean it", he says. He sounds desperate. I bet he's thinking about Rosalie's huge fake boobs.

Maybe I should get fake boobs. You can take loans out for shit like that, right?

"Get out, Emmett. I want to sleep."

"You can sleep with me", he replies. Is he dumb? I know he doesn't mean have sex, but I don't want to lay anywhere near him.

"I swear to you that you will never be sleeping with me, ever. I don't know where you've been sticking your junk, and I don't want to get any diseases or anything."

His eyes shoot up to mine, his deep blue eyes that used to make me melt darkening by the second. If I thought he was mad before, I was sorely mistaken. He hops off the bed like a madman, looking madder than a motherfucker, ready to knock me out. I'm scared for all of two seconds. Em may be a liar and a cheater and a douche, but he would never put his hands on a woman. Seeing his dad beat his mom really screwed him up in the head. No matter what, I know he would never stoop that low.

He never wants to be like his father.

That doesn't mean he still isn't mad, though. His nostrils are flaring (which I laugh silently at), his hands are balled into fists, and his chest is poking out. If I were a dude, I'd be sleeping on the floor by now.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He asks in a strained voice.

I know I probably shouldn't test him because he already looks like he's on the brink of insanity, but I can't help it. Why is he so mad? He knows he's been fucking around, and I don't remember seeing a condom on his pipe while Rosalie was bouncing on top of it. I can tell by her tits that she's a slut. I may be confused about me being a slut or whatever, but I know she's been one for years. You don't get fake Double D's if you're not a slut… end of discussion.

So when the words are out of my mouth, I can't find it in me to regret them. "I'm saying that you were acting pretty fucking suspicious earlier. You fucked Rose didn't you? She's a slut, Emmett, and sluts have infested pussies."

I take all of that shit from yesterday back. I'm not a slut. I'm downgrading myself to a freak, because I'm still a virgin after all. I can't be a slutty virgin, that's just stupid. I would never let my punani get infested. Maybe I should ask Tanya what the correct definition of a slut is. She's a bartender, she has to know.

Emmett's looking at me like I've grown a thired head. It's probably because I said pussy out loud for the first time. I wonder if cussing and saying dirty words is a turn off for Edward, cause if it is I'm gonna have to work on that.

At least I don't smoke.

He clears his throat and shifts his weight from foot to foot. I laugh because it's funny to see someone as big as him shuffling nervously. Then I take a huge swig from my glass. It's bitter and makes me cough, but I keep drinking all the same.

I finish off my glass while Emmett and I just stare at each other in an awkward silence. I know he's probably thinking I've been possessed by the devil. I never talk to Em so..viciously. When I do accuse him of cheating, I'm usually a sobbing mess. I'm a girl who isn't afraid to say what's on my mind, but when it comes to Em, I've always had a weak spot.

Okay, I fucking admit it. Em broke my heart, okay? Now stop bugging me about it.

It's been nagging at the back of my mind all day. He's never looked like he did with Rosalie when I touch him. But then again, a hand job must be nothing compared to a girl bouncing up and down on your lap.

I refuse to get all depressed and sit and watch sappy romance movies while I eat a gallon of chocolate ice cream, though. I have a plan, a plan that I'm fucking up badly right now, but a plan nonetheless. I'll hurt him one way or another. Maybe he doesn't love me like he says, so he won't be so upset when he finds out I was messing with Edward, but it'll definitely piss him off and hurt his ego.

"Alright, Bella, I admit it. I had sex with Rosalie yesterday night. I was waiting for you to come over, and she just showed up at the door and started kissing me, and before I knew it she was sucking my cock and I was so hard and… then she was on top of me. I didn't mean for it to happen, and it was only that once, but I feel like a complete dick, Bells." My jaw hits the floor as he drops down to his knees in front of me, eyes shining with tears. He looks so heartbroken and sad that for a second I almost feel bad for him. He wraps his arms around the back of my legs, almost making me fall over. "I'm so sorry, Bella. Please forgive me." And now he's full on crying. He's sniffling, and his tears are cold on my leg.

I don't know what to think, let alone say. I never thought in a million years Em would fess up. Maybe he does love me as much as he says. Too late now.

But for appearances, I whisper that I forgive him and that I love him as I stroke his hair back from his forehead. I do my best to look defeated, but for the life of me I can't get a tear to fall. I settle by asking him in a thick voice why he would do this to us. He answers with more crying and swearing that it was a mistake and that he loves me.

I don't particularly like to do the whole mushy feelings thing, so this is kind of making me uncomfortable. The first time I told Em I loved him was at the movie theatre. It wasn't some life changing, overtly romantic moment, he said he loved me, I said yeah me too, and that was that. I don't do feelings. I feel like screaming someone get him the fuck off me.

We stay in that position in the middle of my bedroom for a long time. After a while I tell Em that my legs are falling asleep. He's still crying, and I'm just starting to get annoyed. I don't know why he's crying, I'm the one who was cheated on. He lies down in my bed, and I reluctantly get in with him. I let him spoon me and whisper in my ear that we'll get through this together. And then finally, he falls asleep.

I wait a couple minutes to make sure he's out for the rest of the night, then carefully remove his heavy arm from around my waist. I tip-toe out of my room and down the hall to Jacob's, peeking my head through his door to see him lying on his stomach, knocked out. I don't even question why he's sleep so early. I do a happy dance for a minute before I walk into the kitchen to get another glass of brandy and coke. I find my phone, too. It was on the counter.

I'm all settled on the couch, feet up, remote control in my hand and everything, when my phone rings. The sudden loudness in the dark and silent house startles me, and I wind up spilling half my drink on the couch. When I set the half empty glass down, I reach for my phone.

"Hello?" I answer a bit breathlessly.

"Hey, B. Sorry I didn't call earlier, but I had two surgeries and I didn't have the time", he explains. "I just barely got back to my office."

I smile into the darkness. "It's okay, Edward."

I hear a loud clang in the background, and then his muted cuss. "You still there?"

I smile again. "Yeah, but uh, what are you doing? You're making a lot of noise." My smile disappears immediately. A part of me, that tiny part that's insane with jealousy, thinks that maybe he has a girl in his office, on his desk with her legs spread and him standing in between them. And not any girl, a girl with fake blonde hair.

I flick through the channels angrily, getting more irritated when I hear more bangs and more of his muted cusses.

He didn't call me while he was getting ready to fuck her, did he?

Oh God, I'm soooo turning into the crazy stalker girlfriend.


"Goddamit, shit!"

I scramble to pick up all the shit I knocked off my desk. I don't know why I decided to hop on my desk like I was sixteen and only a hundred pounds. The moment my ass hit the wood pain immediately shot through me. I tried to get up, but I only managed to slam everything to the ground. Pictures, awards, and papers are littered all over the floor, and everywhere I turn I'm knocking something over again.

Who knew I was a closet klutz?

By the time I pick everything up and sit down in my chair, I'm almost afraid she hung up. "Hello?" I ask.

I hear a frustrated sigh on the other end, and I can't help but wonder what she's doing. What she's wearing. "Yes, Edward, I'm still here", she says.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "Sorry about all that. Everything on my desk just sort of clattered to the ground." She doesn't say anything for a minute, and then I hear a low moan. It was so faint I barely heard it. And then there's another one. And a groan, followed by a high pitched scream. I know it isn't Bella, so… is it the TV? Oh my God, is my girl watching porn? Why do I find that so hot? "Bella, what are you watching?"

"Oh um nothing. I was channel surfing, and you know how HBO is after dark", she laughs nervously.

"It's okay if you were. I didn't mean to interrupt. Don't turn it off because of me." I'm messing with her, of course. But it would be so fucking hot if she were to continue watching porn while she's on the phone with me.

"Edward", she gasps. "I was not! I told you I was channel surfing!"

"Defensive, are we?"

"Shut up, Edward." I can tell by her tone that she's scowling. I can't help the laugh that escapes.

"I was joking, babe. But I was calling because my shift is over in another three hours. I don't know when I'll have another chance to call you, so… if you want I can come get you and we can go somewhere."

It's silent for a little while, but its not awkward or strained or anything. "Okay, but you have to tell me where we're going first. After your last stunt I'm not taking any chances with you."

I smile so wide it hurts my cheeks. "I told you we were going rock climbing, Bella. It's your fault why you didn't have a good time", I laugh.

"I'm not even gonna respond to that", she replies.

There's a knock on my door, and when I put a hand over my cell I call out for whoever it is to come in. "Sorry to bother you on your break, Dr. Cullen, but the Chief needs to see you. He said it's important."

I roll my eyes at the thought of seeing Marcus, and at Angela. The girl looks like she's scared to say anything to me. "Is that all, Angela?" She nods, her hand shaking on the doorknob. "Alright." She's out the door and down the hall before I can even say have a nice night.

Shaking my head at Angela's departure, I tell Bella I'll pick her up around one and I'll fill her in on where we're going then. She doesn't sound too happy about that, but I manage to sweet-talk my way into getting her to agree.

I take a deep breath as I stand outside Marcus's door. He and I have always disliked each other. He thinks my dad blackmailed him into giving me a job when I didn't qualify for it, and I think he's a prick who knows damn well I worked good and hard for this job. If I weren't qualified, he wouldn't have been able to hire me whether Carlisle wanted him to or not. His real problem is that he's jealous all the nurses come chasing after me and he can't get any young pussy. He'd have a heart attack if he knew about Bella.

I knock twice and wait for his quiet reply. "Come in, Edward."

I shut the door quietly and sit down in front of him. I'm barely able to contain my grimace as I take in his dark long hair that's so stringy I can't even guess the last time he washed it. He has purple bags under his eyes, and he's paler than I've ever seen him. His whole face looks like it's sagging, and he looks so depressed I almost feel bad for him. I have no idea what it feels like going without sex for fifteen years after having sex, but I imagine it's not a pleasant feeling.

"You wanted to see me, Chief?" I ask.

He clears his throat roughly, looking down at his folded hands. "Yes. What I wish to discuss with you isn't exactly work related, per se", he responds.

I internally roll my eyes. I hate how I have to sound so…uppity when I'm at work. I like chilling at home in my sweat pants with my feet up on my coffee table, talking to Jasper about nothing at all. With me talking proper all the time, I wind up doing it when I am at home chilling on my couch. It's like my work and home lives are merging together, and I don't like it at all.

I nod at him. "Go on."

He clears his throat again, his hands clasped together so tightly his knuckles are ghostly white, straining against his skin.

Marcus looks like the damn living dead. I wonder if he's sick…

"I've noticed that you don't encourage any of the nurses' advances, or even acknowledge them for that matter. You always let them down easy. If I've noticed I know you've noticed how pretty some of the nurses are. And I can't help but hear rumors that you can never keep a girlfriend for too long." When he doesn't say anything else, I quirk my eyebrow at him. "I was wondering if maybe… females aren't your sexual preference. It seems to me that you might be… gay."

I lean back in my seat, eyes shifting around the room uncomfortably. This is the most awkward conversation I've ever had with him, hands down. When I can find my voice again, I answer him in barely a whisper. "I can assure you I am not gay, Chief."

"If you are, your secret is safe with me. I am too, you know. The reason why I was so dead set on you not working here is because I knew you'd be a distraction to me, Edward. You are exactly what I look for in a man. You're young, educated, and very good-looking. If you'd like, I wouldn't mind taking you out on a date."

I am not an ignorant person. I have no problem with men who like men. I don't consider them disgusting cocksuckers who have ensured their spot in Hell. However, I am definitely not gay. I like wet, hot, vagina and perky breasts. Looking at Marcus, seeing him lick his dry lips, I feel bile rise up in my throat. I swallow hard, and it doesn't escape my notice that he follows the movement of my Adam's apple.

I mean really, he's at least sixty-three. He's in good health, but sixty-three nonetheless.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Chief, but I am a hundred percent straight. As in, I like women. Very much." I mumble, not able to meet his gaze.

He clears his throat again. It stays silent for a very long time. I can't seem to think of anything else to say. "I hope what I have just told and offered you will stay between just us. While you are more than qualified to uphold your position, I can always fire you if you become a problem", he says, a hard twinge in his tone.

I nod. "I won't tell anyone, Chief, I swear."

I don't wait for him to reply before I'm out the door.

If that wasn't the most uncomfortable conversation I've ever had in my life, then I don't know what is. I frown, thinking to myself as I make my way back to my office. No, the most uncomfortable conservation I've ever had in my life was 'the talk' with Esme. I shudder just thinking about it.


"Edward", mom calls out as soon as I walk through the front door. I'm tired and sweaty, and all I want to do is get some fucking sleep. Finals start next week and between practice for swim and baseball, I haven't had any time to study.

"Yeah mom?" I ask as I throw my bag on the floor by the couch.

I hear shuffling in the kitchen, and when I turn the corner, there she is. It smells incredible, and while normally my mouth would've watered and I would've tried to snatch a piece of banana bread off the cooling rack, I don't even have the energy.

"Edward honey, are you all right?" I can see the concern in her eyes, so I do my best to give her my signature smirk.

"Why wouldn't I be, ma?" Just to get her off my case, on my way to the table I do snatch a piece of banana bread. She swats at my hand and scolds me, but smiles all the same. "So what's up?" I ask.

She takes off her apron and turns to face me, her hands on her hips. She's in 'I'm not fucking around' mode, and she only gets that way if she's seriously pissed. Oh boy, what did I do now? I put the dishes in the dishwater last night, and I did laundry the other day.

"Edward, you know you can talk to me about anything right? It's upsetting me that you haven't told me what's been going on with you lately", she sighs.

I frown in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

She frowns at me in return, and sits down in the seat opposite me. She tugs on my hands before I let her hold them, and she stares intently into my eyes, her cinnamon orbs burning. "You're turning sixteen in two weeks, Edward, and I know how boys your age are. It's not a bad thing to have-", she pauses for a minute, trying to find the right words, "the urges you do." I shift awkwardly in my chair, hoping she's not going where I think she is. "It's perfectly normal. You see a pretty girl, and even though you might not be thinking anything inappropriate, the penis still goes up." My mouth drops open at her words. I've never heard mom say anything like that before. "And if the penis stays up, depending on how attractive you think the girl is, it might start to hurt."

"Mom", I gasp in horror.

She leans back, shocked at my outburst. "What?" She asks innocently. Then, to my utter horror, she flattens both her hands like she's about to pray, but instead she moves them up and down. "The penis goes up", she says as she moves her hands up, "and the penis goes down", she says as she moves them down. "What's so wrong about that?"

"Mom, please stop", I groan as I slap a hand over my forehead, my face turning bright red.

She rolls her eyes at my dramatics and continues on. "Anyway, the only way you know how to stop your penis from hurting is to have sex… which isn't entirely true. There's always lotion", she says.

"What is the point of this conversation?" I ask.

"I know you're having sex, Edward. I don't want you making a mistake and having a child young because you were embarrassed to ask me about condoms."

I hop up from the table, completely done with this. "Ma, I swear I'm not…doing that yet. Okay? I wouldn't lie to you about that." I rub the back of my neck awkwardly while she purses her lips up at me.

"You'll tell me if you do start having sex?" She asks hopefully.

I nod before swiftly moving over to get more banana bread, and then I head up to my room to get some sleep.

End Flashback

Yes, that was definitely the most uncomfortable conversation I've had in my life.

I'm ten steps away from my office when Jessica runs up to my side, appearing out of nowhere. "Dr. Cullen, I know you're still on your break, but there's an emergency."

I purse my lips at her. "Oh really, Jessica? Then how come you didn't just page me?" I ask suspiciously. The last time I was on my break and Jessica said there was an "emergency", she wound up leading me into an empty room and begging me to let her suck my cock.

While Jessica is a pretty woman, about 5'6" without heels, light brown hair with blonde streaks, and an average body, I've just never been interested in having sex with her. I don't even know why. A lot of other doctors have been panting over her from the moment she walked in. She has a way of making men want her. I swear she hypnotized Mike a couple months ago. Ever since they hooked up in the break room he hasn't been the same. He brought her a damn car!

I realize I'm being hypocritical because I'd buy Bella a car and I haven't even had sex with her yet, but it's different. Bella is sweet and pure, and Jessica is a slut. She's even said it herself. So yeah, Mike is crazy and I'm not.

"Dr. Cullen?" Jessica asks/purrs, and I try to focus on what she's saying.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

I can tell she's annoyed I wasn't paying attention to her, but she masks it with a fake smile. "I said the Chief wants to speak to you. He said it's important, but he's not in his office. He told me to come get you for him." She explains.

It amazes me how smooth of a liar she is. I mean really, she isn't blinking repeatedly, fidgeting, clearing her throat. She's just cool and collected as if she were telling the truth. This of course makes me slightly annoyed. I don't like to be lied to, especially straight to my face.

"I was just speaking with him in his office Jessica, about two minutes ago. So if you'll excuse me", I say, stepping around her. Her mouth is wide open and her eyes are bugged out, but I don't even smile.

I hate her.

I check my watch and smile. Only two hours and forty-five minutes until I get to see my Bella.

So... I don't really have much to say, folks.

Yeah, I know I haven't updated in months, but once again real life keeps getting in my way. I've been really sad because I had to move back in with my parents after I couldn't get back into school. So I haven't really been in the mood for writing. I needed a little break.

On the plus side, there might be a lemon next chapter, but only if I get enough reviews... so review please!

Have a nice night! :)