AN: I have three stories ending very soon and I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I really love romantic entanglements and this is what this story is about.

Take a deep breath. It's Bella and Edward.


My body was pushed against the concrete wall of the hallway next to the bathrooms.

A quick trip to the restroom had turned to an invitation for inappropriate touching.

"Hey!" His chest was against mine. It was a barrier. I asked angrily, "What are you doing? Beer is getting warm and there's drinking to be done."

Lips pressed hard into mine. I struggled for a moment, but found my fingers twisting in his hair.

His tongue entered into my mouth with a forceful push. There was a heated battle.

It could have been countless hours or a few stolen minutes of lips touching and his fingers digging into the skin under my waist band.

There was too much heat, too much emotion, too much everything.

I pulled away with a gasp, pushing him away. "Are you high?"

"I'm just taking what's mine, Bella." He said this breezily, as if kissing girls in dark hallways was an everyday occurrence. Actually, with him it probably was.

I slapped him across the face.

It didn't faze him in the slightest.

"You want this as much as I do," he said with his dizzying grin. It drew me in and frightened me at the same time.

"You say that to all the gals, Romeo," I glanced at the doorway back to the bar. "He's waiting for us."

"He can wait for eternity," he scoffed. "Do you think I can't see the way he watches your every move? He's a wannabe that's leeching off of your talent."

I tried to move past him. "That's a nice way to talk about your best friend, asshole."

His arm snaked around my waist and pulled me close. I could feel heart beating rapidly against my chest and mine drumming just as hard. "Not so fast, pretty. He's not going to win."

"This is not a game of chess! There are no winners here!"

"It is, Isabella. Don't ever forget it. You are the queen and we are both trying to capture you." He nuzzled my neck with his mouth. The heat of his breath made me tingle.

I closed my eyes.

Everything was going to end. His beautiful mouth was going to ruin everything.

I took both my hands to his head and pulled him away from where he was peppering my collar bone with kisses.

"I want something." I put my lips close to his, almost touching.

"Anything," he murmured.

I bit his lip. Hard. I tasted his metallic blood on my tongue.

"What the hell!" His hands went to his mouth.

"Stop being a fucking asshole, Cullen," I stated nonchalantly, as if he hadn't rattled me to the core.

I headed back out into the loud bar where undiscovered hipsters strummed tunes about unrequited love on acoustic guitars.

If this was a game between two kings, there would be only one victor and I chose me.