AN: Sorry it has taken so long to update. It is unforgivable. School kicked my butt and I am having beta issues. If you wanna help out on that front I'd be very appreciative... Reviews = love... Without further ado...
Okay, let me get one thing straight here; I hated jocks. I truly did, but there was no way I was going to pass up Emmett McCarty. No matter how pissy Rose got with me. And yes, okay, I knew she had her eye on him. He never gave her a second glance though, and hell, she knows me. Was this little love affair going to last? Hell no. I can't help it if this demigod came on to me first.
I have to admit though, it had been an exhausting three weeks. The man had a sex drive that would tire out even the most experienced porn star. I mean, in between classes, before parties, after parties, before the movies, during the movies, after the movies. It. Never. Ended.
Luckily for me, he was really good at it. I mean really, really good at it. This was lucky for him too, because he had almost nothing besides the sexual to offer me. And I was okay with that, as long as it stayed sexual and he didn't try any funny "emo" shit on me.
As for Rose, she hardly spoke to me. I felt bad, sort of. It's not like she was the world's best friend to me either. I mean, I never forgot the crap she had said about me to Jessica when she thought I wasn't listening.
It was around four months ago. I had been using the public restroom in the dormitory when I heard Jess and Rose walk in. Jess was saying something about her class with Mike Newton when Rose interrupted her saying that she didn't get how I had guys eating out of my hand, when most of the time I didn't even put out. She also said that she was a lot prettier than me and had more to offer a guy than I did. She corrected herself quickly realizing how conceited she sounded and started to cover up by saying that they were both hotter than me and then repeated that she didn't know why guys liked me so much. She had said it made her resent me and blah-blah-blah. I sort of scratched her out of my "good friends" book after that. She was always moody when we hung out, and hell, I don't know what it is that guys see in me either, but to come right out and say stuff like that about someone who is supposed to be your friend is just messed up. So since then, I started to look at her differently. I mean, she was still a friend, but definitely not a good one.
I put my strappy black sandals on and glanced at myself in the mirror. I chose to wear a pair of tight fitting dark blue skinny jeans and a black off the shoulder blouse. It made my boobs look outstanding; especially since I wasn't wearing a bra. I brushed my long brown hair and checked my make up one last time before heading out.
Emmett asked me to go to his place that night since he had practice all day the next day. He played football for Big Green. He is a great wide receiver and there were mumblings about him getting picked up by the Packers. I started to walk out the door when my cell rang. It was Jake.
"Ollo," I answered trying to sound like Megamind.
"Uh, its 'hello' sir," he replied.
"Oh, hello, like that?" I mimicked.
"Uh huh," he responded and then we both laughed at our equal lameness.
"Whatcha up to?" he asked casually.
"Heading over to Emmett's," I answered with a sigh.
"Nice. So you two are getting pretty serious, eh?" he stated.
I thought about it for a second. "It's been three weeks, so, I guess that is serious for me." I laughed.
"Sure is. I mean pretty soon he is going to want you to be his girlfriend, after a while you can get engaged, and then you two can move over to Wisconsin and you can be a proud cheese head wife." He laughed. I didn't find it funny. Actually, it made me feel all gross.
"Ugh," I said and wrinkled my nose. "First of all, I'm never going to be a cheese head. Have you seen those gawd awful contraptions they put on their heads? It's…" I shuddered and made a shivering sound while Jake laughed it up.
"Anyway, what's up dude?" I asked changing subjects.
"Oh, I need some special advice from the expert of 'love on the run'."
"Mm hmm, you can't afford me," I joked.
"Oh come on, I'll take the notes in tomorrows class." He bribed.
I contemplated his offer. "Deal, ask away." I confirmed.
"Okay, there's this girl. She is totally hot for me, and I asked her out thinking maybe her personality would grow on me, and it did. Like mold. Gross, stinky mold that you want to get rid of forever, but sheis nice so I don't know how to handle it" he said flatly.
I laughed and thought it over. "Oh, is it Jane? The girl you told me about the other day?" I asked.
"Yep, that's the one," he confirmed.
"Hmm," I thought out loud "Band-Aid."
"What's Band-Aid?" he asked
"Tell her quick. Don't dwell on it but be nice about it. The hurt won't last long and she will heal nicely." I advised. It was the best I had and I was walking up to Emmett's door so I needed to go.
"Band-Aid, got it," he replied.
"Okay, let me know how it went." I said. We said our good byes and got off the phone, then I headed into Emmett's dorm. I took a few steps in and had suddenly felt out of place. I backed up and looked at the number on the door to make sure I had the right room. 2034. It was. It was clean, which was unusual, and the lights were dim. I walked in a little further and called out, "Emmett?"
The door closed behind me and I got nervous. Why did I suddenly feel like I was in a horror movie? I glanced around and finally saw Emmett. He was dressed in a sexy button down and jeans. He lit a few candles and I realized I smelled something really good, Italian? Baffled as I was, I walked over to him and nervously giggled. I mean, this was sweet and all, but why all this fanfare for sex? He bent down to place a delicious, soft kiss on my lips.
"Hey beautiful," he said while embracing me. My heart thudded, but not in a good way. I was really scared.
"Hey, uh, hi Em," I stuttered.
He took my hand and led me to the end of the dining room table and pulled out a chair. I sat down slowly, it felt intimate. I started to feel sick. I felt my heart beats start to quicken.
"What are you doing?" I asked, not in the nicest tone.
"I wanted to do something special for you," he answered and gave me a sweet dimpled smile.
I nodded my head and smiled the best smile I could manage. He went into the kitchen and placed a plate in front of me that was filled with some kind of pasta thing, and there were breadsticks on the table. I tried hard to appreciate the gesture. He cooked. For me. He cooked for me. Italian. Ohgod.
*Italian music playing in the background*
"Ah, Mr. Cullen, I see you have brought quite a beauty with you tonight, eh?" The host had greeted us as we approached. His Italian accent was thick and the smell of the food made me ravenous. I hadn't eaten a thing the whole day, my nerves had been too frazzled. I couldn't believe that Edward Cullen was taking me out to dinner. The event had been so built up. He had dated two or three girls in the months previous to this, meanwhile, flirting with me like crazy, but not making any moves. I didn't understand why he had waited so long to ask me out.
The host sat us at a special reserved table. Our conversation was awkward at first. My nerves had hardly allowed me the freedom to speak coherently. I had flirted with him before, but it felt different being on an actual date and not in some casual atmosphere.
I looked at him from across the table. The candles flickered and his eyes were so intense staring back into mine. I had felt so enamored by him. The food we ate was amazing, the wine flowed, and I felt myself relaxing more and more.
I had found out that he was at Dartmouth on a baseball scholarship. He found out that my college was already paid for courtesy of my parents and their stock portfolio. It had covered the majority, but they still had to shell out some of their savings. He told me that despite his finesse on the field he was actually majoring in Mathematics. I teased him a little. I asked if he was on the Mathletes in high school. He turned red which answered my question for me. He said his parents pushed the baseball thing because he had a natural talent for it. He really just wanted to teach and help people understand it. He called it a universal language and he spoke about what he wanted to do when he graduated with such passion, and I saw a different side of him. He wasn't Edward Cullen star athlete and playboy; he was Edward Cullen the human. I think that was the moment I fell for him.
After dinner, I ordered a tiramisu for dessert. He watched me take a couple bites and slid over to my side of the booth and asked for a bite. I brought the spoon to his mouth and he pushed it back toward mine.
I took the bite and he covered my lips with his. I dropped the spoon and reached up to cup his face in my hands. His lips were so soft and warm that I melted into him and as we pulled back he had looked as dazed as I felt. My head was spinning and I couldn't tell if it was from the wine or from me simply being near him.
"That was the best dessert I have ever had," he said softly and leaned his forehead against mine. We sat that way for a minute just being close and staring into each others eyes. It had been my first real date and it was one that I thought I would remember fondly for the rest of my life. It's funny how drastically things can change.
I felt the need to run. I wanted out of Emmett's place as fast as possible.
"Emmett. Why are you doing this?"
He sat down across from me and looked puzzled. "Doing what? Making a nice dinner for you? I just thought it would be nice. We don't do normal dating stuff. I just…"
I cut him off. "Look, what we do is fine with me. I don't need to be wined and dined." I felt panic crawl through my veins. I needed to get out of there.
"Bella, I was just trying…" he started, but I stopped him again.
"Stop trying Emmett okay?" I got up and walked out of his room. As soon as I got outside I took some deep breaths trying to calm down. I bent over and rested my hands on my knees. I felt as though I had run a mile when it had only been a few yards.
I started walking again and got half way across the courtyard when I heard Emmett calling my name. I quickened my pace toward my dorm, but who was I kidding? He was a fucking football player. I had no chance of escaping him.
"Bella, look at me." he grabbed my arm gently and turned me around.
I kept my eyes on the ground. I wondered why he was going through all this trouble. Whatever happened to having fun, just for the sake of having fun? Why were guys constantly trying to make me look stupid?
"Bella, hey, look at me. Are you okay?" Emmet asked sounding worried.
I looked up into his green eyes, took a deep breath and nodded. Damn, I wished he weren't so sexy. It would have made running away much easier.
"Emmett, I can't see you anymore. It's done. Whatever we were doing, it's done." I said quickly and started to walk away.
"Bella!" he yelled.
I kept walking.
"Bella, what did I do wrong?" he asked as he caught up to me.
"Nothing dude. You're awesome, but I think you might want something that I don't. Okay? I don't want to hurt you, so it's over." I said sharply. He looked so fucking sad. My stomach was in knots.
"It's better to end it now, before we both get hurt." I explained.
"Who said we had to get hurt Bella? Couldn't we just try to make it work?" he asked softly. I wanted to punch him. His eyes looked watery.
I fought my own tears. "It couldn't work. Not with me." I said flatly and started to turn.
"I wouldn't hurt you Bella," he argued.
"Ha!" I laughed sarcastically and I took a few more steps toward my building.
"You're a coward," he growled. I turned around and shrugged my shoulders at him.
"I am what I am," I replied, I turned around and pushed the doors open then walked inside.
I took the stairs up to my dorm room, skipping two at a time. The adrenaline was coursing through my veins and I felt tears burn my eyes. When I got inside I walked into my bedroom slamming the door behind me. I sat on the edge of my bed and tried hard to keep from crying. Why did I feel like crying? I had broken up with several people in the last couple years. None of them made me feel like this. Why was I being all soft? It had to be PMS. It was the only logical explanation.
I grabbed my pajamas and changed clothes then flicked my lights off. I heard Angela come to my door and knock.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, everything's cool. Tired and headachy, that's all." I replied. I heard her go into her room and close the door. I pulled my blankets up over my head and curled up to go to sleep. I had just wanted that day to end.
The next week passed by pretty quickly. I immersed myself into my school work and didn't socialize much. Rose was still butt hurt over Emmett, even though it was over and he was free. However, she was being slightly nicer to me. She actually made an effort at pleasant conversation when they came over and hung out. She told me she was thinking about changing her major from Psychology to Sociology. Typical sophomores, they never know what they want. She said she felt she could reach more people there. I laughed −inwardly of course− when she first told me she was a psyche major. If anyone had issues, it was that girl, but who was I to judge?
I only had one year left in college. I couldn't wait until I could leave this place and then focus on what I wanted to do from there. I had several great ideas of where I wanted to go with my degree in Art Studio. There were a few really great museums in New York that I had my eye on. I thought about possibly having my own exhibit and studio for my own work. That would be my dream. It seemed a long way off though. I had to pay extra for an air tight storage unit that could keep my paintings from being damaged until then; or at least until I had my own place in the real world.
I got out of the shower and got dressed to go out to Shenanigans in Vermont. It was only a 15 minute drive. A bunch of people were going there for a pre season drink a thon. Where we ended up going after that is a whole other thing. I pulled out an open necked sweatshirt and threw on some figure fitting jeans. I wasn't in the mood to be all dolled up. I grabbed a ponytail holder and pulled my hair back. I dabbed some mascara and lip gloss on and then left.
When we arrived, the first person I spotted was Emmett. He would have been looking sexy as hell if it weren't for that sullen expression on his face. It was hard to see the side effect of letting someone get too close. I wondered if it had affected Edward when he…
I stopped that thought right in its tracks.
Rose and Jess walked up to the bar where there were a couple of guys I didn't recognize. I walked up behind Rose and watched as she stood there with the most compassionate expression on her face for Emmett.
"Dude, go console him," I told her. She looked at me with shock.
"What?" She gasped.
"Go, pick up the pieces. Go tell him what a piece of shit I am for doing that to him." I ordered.
"What? I mean, there's a girl code… Wouldn't it bother you? Even a little?" She asked but I could tell it wasn't going to take much to get her over there.
"No, it's not going to…" I scoffed with mock disgust, "Hello. Hi Rose, my name is Bella. Have we met?" I asked sarcastically and putting my hand out for a handshake. She smiled with uncertainty but I pushed her in his direction with the hand that had been held out.
"Go." I said with a nod in his direction. I wanted her to be happy. I also wanted to stop that disgusting, guilty feeling I had in my stomach. Ugh…
Jessica stood there looking at me in awe.
"What?" I asked looking at her skeptically.
"That was so cool of you, like, really cool." She answered. I shrugged.
"Everyone deserves happiness Jess." I said as I watched Rose make her way over to Emmett; ballsy woman that she is. Her blonde hair was exceptionally shiny that night. She looked great and I thought that she could be just the thing Emmett needed. She looked like a classic 50's pin up girl; sex and curves.
Jessica smiled sweetly at me. "You're right Bells, even you."
I gave her a blank stare. What the fuck was she talking about? I was happy.
"What the fuck are you talking about? I am happy." I said.
She laughed at me. "Right, I know 'UntouchaBella' is very happy. Mm hmm."
I laughed really hard. UntouchaBella. Where did she come up with that stuff? I looked around the room and scoped out the scene. The bartender brought us our shots and I downed mine like a champ. There weren't very many romantic possibilities here. I figured I could re-hookup with Marcus. He was always cool with me. I just hated his laugh. It sounded like a wounded hyena. I decided to go say hi so I sashayed my way over to him with Jess in tow and we chatted for a while. I found out that he recently obtained a girlfriend; a med student at that. I was impressed!
He introduced me to his less attractive friend James. I had seen him around a bit. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He looked like a country boy. I wasn't sure I liked him at first but once they bought a few more shots for us, he was looking pretty good. A little while later, Jess was being pulled away by Bug, I mean, Ben. She looked over at me to make sure I was okay. I gave her the thumbs up and watched as she stumbled away with him. She couldn't say I didn't warn her.
I glanced drunkenly over at Rose and Emmett. She was sitting by his side and they were in some kind of intense conversation. I smiled and James tapped me on the shoulder.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Oh nothin'," I slurred and looked over at him. He smiled. He had great teeth.
"You have great teeth." I complimented and stood up, sort of, it was more like I stumbled up. I was getting tired and being that I know first hand how awful it is to see someone who dumped you get with someone else, I decided to leave. I didn't want anything to distract Emmett from Rose.
James walked me outside and I called a cab. We stood mostly in silence out there, the night air was a bit chilly but I shoved his arm off me when he tried to warm me up. When the cab pulled up I looked over at James and raised an eyebrow at him. I walked over to the window and took a peek inside at Rose. She saw me through the glass, and thankfully, Emmett had his back turned. She gave me a huge smile and I smiled back and waved bye.
"Wanna split the cab fare?" I asked James as I walked to the cab. He smiled and nodded his head. We crawled into the cab together and headed back to my dorm.