Challenge Number/Title: #2 The Empty Glass
Date Posted: 1/27/2013
Content Descriptors: Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Extreme Douchiness
Warning: if you hate to hate Edward, this is not the story for you.
Character Pairing: Edward & Bella
The Empty Glass
I held out my empty glass to Rosalie, who had just refreshed Emmett's drink. She raised her eyebrows at me and placed the pitcher she was holding down on the table with a solid thunk. Then she turned around and made her way back through the sliding glass door and into the kitchen. I didn't complain. The view of her ass as she walked away was well worth having to refill my own glass.
"I'll get it for you, Edward."
That was my soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, Bella. She took the empty glass from my hand and walked around the table. She managed to stumble over absolutely nothing, but saved herself from falling by slamming her empty hand down on the table. She glanced at me and giggled nervously. I rolled my eyes behind my Ray Bans. She refilled my drink, handed the glass to me, and then turned to follow Rosalie into the kitchen.
I didn't watch her go. The view wasn't nearly as nice as when Rose had made the same trip.
Don't get me wrong. Bella wasn't bad looking. She just didn't fill out a bikini the way my brother's girlfriend, Rose, did. Actually, she didn't fill out a bikini at all since she insisted on wearing sensible one piece bathing suits and loose running shorts to boot.
"Would 'thanks' have killed you?" Emmett asked once Bella was inside the house.
"Bella. Would it have killed you to thank her for pouring your drink?"
"I didn't ask her to do it." I shrugged and leaned back on the Adirondack chair, sipping my lemonade, and enjoying the rare sunny day we were having. It was great having Em and Rose home from their junior year in college for the summer. I missed my big brother and seeing Rose was always a treat.
I could sense Emmett shaking his head beside me.
"What?" I asked, annoyed.
"You don't appreciate that girl. She's going to leave your ass one day and you'll regret it."
I let out a breathy snort. So what…she'd leave me. We were attending different colleges in the fall so as far as I was concerned, our relationship had an expiration date and it was closing in fast.
The girls came back out, talking and laughing. Rose shimmied her way over to Emmett. He opened his arms wide as she sat on his lap and slid against him. Bella glanced at me. I quickly crossed my legs so she wouldn't get any ideas. I had no interest her plopping her bony ass down on me, unless it was one of the rare times she was willing to do the work. If you know what I mean. She sat down on the bench at the table instead.
The rest of the day was pretty good. The girls laid out in the yard to catch some rays. This gave me plenty of opportunities to ogle Rose. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head and she wore these huge sunglasses like a movie star from the 40s. Her tits spilled out of the itty bitty bikini she wore. And when she turned over—that ass. Fuck me. Lots of new images for the spank bank.
So, she's my brother's girlfriend? Sue me. I'm an eighteen-year old guy. Lusting after fuckhot women is what eighteen-year old guys do.
Later, me and Em cooked burgers while the girls made salads and shit. Rose came out of the house carrying a bowl with some gauzy scarf tied around her hips. Damn. She looked even sexier than she had in only the bikini. Bella followed with a tray in her hands. Her loose running shorts a complete turn off.
When the sun went down the bugs got intolerable so it was time to go home. Em was spending the night at Rose's since her parents were away for the weekend. Bella and I walked out to my car. I got into the driver's side and popped the locks so Bella could get in. With a wave, I peeled out of the rocky driveway, the wheels of my Volvo kicking up dust and stones.
There's this little turn off about halfway between Rose's house and Bella's house. It's secluded and despite the fact that everyone who lives in Forks has been here forever, no one seemed to know about this spot.
I shut off the car and turned toward Bella. She sat there staring at her lap. I could see a frown on her face.
"What?" I asked, annoyed already.
"I don't think this is a good idea, Edward. I…it's just…." Her eyes darted to my face before returning to her lap. "I have my period."
I huffed. Fuckin' figures. Spending the day with Rose had me all worked up.
"So I'm supposed to suffer just 'cause you're on the rag?" I asked.
"Nooo." She was almost whining. Ignoring her tone, I just looked at her until she turned to face me.
Once she met my eyes, I raised my eyebrows and nodded my head at her to say, "Let's go." Her face twisted in a frown. I gestured towards my crotch where my raging hard on was making me uncomfortable. Bella hesitated, then released her seat belt and got on her knees. I moved my seat back to give her some room to work. She leaned over the center console and unzipped my pants.
With fresh thoughts of Rose firmly in my mind, I was finished embarrassingly fast. Not that it mattered. I grimaced as Bella hung her head out the window and spit noisily into the bushes that flanked the car. My next girlfriend really had to be willing to swallow, I decided.
4 YEARS LATER
I nodded my head in time to the pounding music and flashing lights of Club Twilight. I had never been here before, even though it was only an hour from home. I attended college in Chicago and made every effort to stay there when breaks and holidays rolled around.
This summer was different though. This was my first time home since I was legal. Emmett was getting married in the fall and tonight we were celebrating! I was all for a guys' weekend in Vegas, but Emmett insisted on staying close to home and having a Jack and Jill Bachelor party. I snorted. Emmett was so whipped.
I signaled to the bartender and handed him my empty glass. Emmett sauntered over to me just as the bartender placed my new drink before me.
"Great party, man!" I shouted over the music. Emmett grinned and threw his arm around my shoulders. Damn, I missed my brother.
"You should get out there!" he yelled back, gesturing towards the dance floor.
I glanced to where he was pointing. I could see Rose in a painted-on red dress. She was dancing in the middle of a group of girls who I assumed were bridesmaids. I was Em's best man, but because I hadn't been around I wasn't even sure who was in the bridal party.
The crowd on the floor shifted and Rose turned her back to us. She still had an incredible ass, but what caught my attention was the girl dancing next to her. Rose had thrown her arm around the chestnut-haired beauty in blue and they were bumping hips.
Rose had always been hot, but this girl was sublime and that was just from the back. Long, thick, shiny, brown hair hung halfway down her back in waves that swayed as she moved. She had a tiny waist and a perfect ass. Her shapely legs went on for miles. Her sparkly fuck me heels were calling my name.
I was so captivated that I hadn't even noticed Emmett walking away from me. I watched as he slid between Rose and the hot brunette and started dancing with them both. I stood up and slugged back my drink, putting the empty glass back on the bar. Emmett was right. I needed to get out there.
By the time I reached the dance floor, Emmett and Rose were all wrapped around one another and the brunette had disappeared. I wasn't too worried. Since she was obviously in the bridal party she'd be around here somewhere.
I walked across the club looking for the tables that were reserved for our party. I recognized one of Emmett's co-workers, Garrett, I think his name was, from my brother's Facebook pictures. He was sitting in a red velvet club chair that was next to a table marked "Reserved." A few other people, some who I recognized, some who I didn't, were seated in the same general area. No hot brunette in sparkly fuck me heels, sadly.
"Hey," I greeted Garrett as I approached the table. "You're Garrett, right? Em's friend from work?"
"That's me," he replied getting to his feet with a broad smile. He offered me his hand and we shook before we both sat down.
"Some party, huh?" I asked, trying to think of a way to find out if Garrett knew who the brunette was.
He grinned in response. "Yup."
I flagged down a passing waitress and ordered drinks for both me and Garrett. She returned in no time and placed our glasses on the table.
"Thanks, man," Garrett said, raising his glass to me. "I'm sorry; I didn't catch your name."
"I'm Edward, Emmett's brother," I offered.
A dark look flashed over Garrett's face. He stood abruptly, and walked away leaving his drink on the table.
I stared after him for a moment before shaking my head. Emmett sure had some asshole friends.
I decided to search for the brunette since she wasn't at the table. I grabbed my glass and walked the perimeter of the club until I came across the bar I had been sitting at earlier. There was a crowd hovering around, but I caught a quick glimpse of the brunette's sparkly fuck me heels as the crowd shifted.
I downed the rest of my drink and, determined, I made my way through the crowd. Yup, there she was: fuck me heels; legs that went on for miles; short, tight skirt; round hips; tiny waist. She had a phenomenal rack, too. I hadn't noticed that before, since her back had been to me.
I raised my head to look at her face. Not that it mattered. With a body like that she could have a face like bulldog and I'd still do her.
Bella. The hot brunette with the sparkly fuck me heels was Bella. I hadn't seen Bella since the summer before I left for college. I knew that she and Rose remained friends. I think they were even roommates when Bella was in her sophomore year and Rose was in grad school.
I started moving toward her when Garrett suddenly appeared. He moved to Bella's side and gently pushed her hair back from her face. Bella put her hand on Garrett's chest and slid it inside his suit jacket. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her toward him, before burying his nose in her hair. Her head dropped back as Garrett kissed up and down the side of her neck. She turned her head to the side to give him better access and our eyes met briefly. I saw recognition flicker in hers for a moment before her lids fluttered closed and she ran her hand down Garrett's arm. The movement drew my attention to her hand and the huge diamond that glittered there.
Slowly, I walked forward and placed the empty glass on the bar next to her before turning and leaving the club.
With thanks to LibbyLou, Cejsmom, & Shasta53
So, is this a turning point in Edward's life? Is he even redeemable? Let me know what you think? There are 50 challenges left. Who knows, I might revisit these two.