Baby put on heart shaped sunglass

'Cause we're gonna take a ride

I'm not gonna listen to what the past says

I've been waiting up all night

Take another drag turn me to ashes

Ready for another lie?

Says he gonna teach me just what fast is

Say it's gonna be all right

Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Ray

BPOV

I remained silent as Edward walked in and set the bag down on the small table. The news was still on, but the story about the bank robbery had finished and they were on something else that I was tuning out.

"What is it?" Edward asked, finally noticing how I was looking at him.

"I saw something on the news." I told him softly.

He glanced between me and TV cautiously, edging toward where I was sitting on the bed.

"And what was that?" He asked slowly.

"Everything adds up; the time, the location, the need to get out of Port Angeles quickly. You robbed that fucking bank, didn't you?" I asked heatedly.

"Maybe we should go outside." Edward asked, reaching out for me.

"No! We are going to talk about this now." I insisted, jumping up from the bed away from him.

"You'll wake up Rosalie." He said.

"I don't care. In fact, maybe she should wake up so she can hear this!" I was bordering on yelling. "Now answer me - did you rob that bank?"

"Yes!" Edward finally hissed. "I told you, not three hours ago, that I was doing something illegal and you were perfectly fine with it. I did not hurt or kill anyone, we were in and out without any problems. The job was clean and quick."

I snorted, not knowing if I should laugh or cry.

"I… Jesus… I don't even know what to say to that." I told him.

"Bella… little bird… please, it's nothing. I do these kinds of things all the time, it's sure as hell better than being an accountant or lawyer." He said, scoffing a little.

I buried my face in my hands, still not knowing what the hell to say.

Just then, Rose started to stir, stretching and groaning unhappily.

"What the fuck is going on?" She asked, turning over to lay on her back.

"Edward robbed a bank." I said simply.

"That's badass." She laughed.

"Oh yes, because being a wanted fugitive is so badass!" I exclaimed sarcastically. "It's all over the news and apparently, this is not his first rodeo."

"So what, do you commit crime for a living?" Rose asked, sitting up.

"Kind of." Edward answered her uneasily. "It's a bit more complex than that, but yes, when you get down to it - I commit crime for a living."

"That's… how did you get into that stuff?" I asked, deciding to try to approach this calmly. Yelling and freaking out would not get me answers from him.

"For a while, it was how I survived." Edward said, fiddling with his shirt. "It started off with pick-pocketing and stealing enough for me and Tanya to get by, then we met Jasper and the others. They taught us that there were bigger things out there… better jobs and better payoffs."

"They taught you how to be criminals!" My voice raised a little.

"It's more complicated than that!" Edward shouted out. "They're our friends, our family, and they took care of us and taught us when no one else gave a shit. This is my life; the road, the money, the jobs, the thrill of it all. And I wouldn't change a fucking second of it."

I stood up from the bed, my hands firmly planted on my hips as I began to pace around the small space.

"Sorry, but I'm finding this hard to grasp." I told him.

"Bella, it's alright if you don't or can't understand. Hell, I think you're doing a pretty good job by not calling the cops on me." Edward said.

"I won't do that." I said fiercely, somehow feeling the need to assure him I wouldn't betray him like that.

Why did I feel that?

Even after all of this, I still didn't want to leave. I had no urge whatsoever to walk out that door and never see him again.

"Exactly what were you going to do with us in this life of crime you lead?" Rose asked, the first serious question she'd come up with since she woke up.

Edward had nothing to say for that, frowning and looking down at the gray carpet.

"Did you expect us to be the Bonnie to your Clyde?" I asked him when he didn't respond. "Did you want us to be crime buddies? Expect us to be perfectly okay with all of this and dive right in to robbing banks with you or whatever else you do?"

"I get lonely." Edward said quietly, still not looking at either me or Rose. "Most of the time, I go out on my own, only meeting up with Jasper or a couple of the others for a job and then we go our separate ways again. When I saw you…" He raised his eyes to look at me. "God, I wanted you to come with me. I wanted to talk to you for hours and have you there when I came back from a rough job. I know that's probably the most selfish thing you've ever heard, but it's the truth."

I looked at Edward, really looked at him, and for the first time since I met him could see the sadness seeping from him. My God, what a horrible life this must be. Not because of the illegal things he has to do, but because of the things he had to go through afterwards.

The lonely nights of hotel rooms and driving, not seeing your family for days or weeks and then having to say goodbye to them. And then everything he and his sister had gone through before all of this. They must have been only teenagers, maybe just a few years younger than Rose and I. And not even we had been desperate enough to run away from our parents with no place to go.

Without thinking, I moved toward Edward, kneeling down in front of him so that he couldn't stare down at the floor again.

"I know that we've only been here for about two days, but already this is a better kind of life than I have known for the past five years back in Forks. Even with all of the illegal bank robbing stuff. I would rather be here with you in this motel room than back home dealing with Renee and her shit." I told him, my voice full of conviction.

Edward looked into my eyes, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. I stayed still, feeling the warmth of them seep into my face, my eyes fluttering shut when he ran his thumbs across my cheekbones.

It was strangely intimate, soft, almost loving.

I'd never been touched like that.

And now I never wanted him to stop.

Then I remembered Rose just a few feet away and embarrassment washed over me. I pulled back with a shy smile toward Edward.

"I want to stay." I told him softly. "If, of course, you still want me here."

"I think I'll always want you here." He murmured under his breath.

I smiled a bit more, standing up and looking awkwardly toward Rose, who was discreetly braiding her hair and not paying us any attention.

"And of course I want you here too, Rosalie." Edward said to her.

She glanced up at him and smirked, shaking her head slightly and going back to braiding. "I'm well aware that I'm the third wheel here. It's okay, I'm just happy to be away from that place."

"Well, you're both pretty fucking great." Edward said with a little chuckle.

"On a more serious note… What about this whole bank robbing thing? Are you sure that you won't get caught?" I was seriously worried about the FBI busting in and dragged him away in handcuffs.

"Oh no, I'll be perfectly fine. Alice, Jasper's girlfriend, is kind of a computer genius - she is able to hack into the whole bank system and disable the cameras and even unlock doors and vaults for us. We still wear ski masks so that no one in the bank can identify us, but that's more of an extra safety step than anything." Edward assured me.

"That sounds… easy." I said. I'd always thought of robbing a bank as some dramatic, complicated, scenario like in the movies. Police and FBI surrounding the bank, tense negotiations and shooting hostages.

"We were in and out in a total of thirteen minutes." Edward shrugged like it was nothing. "Alice is usually able to delay the security alarm to give us an extra ten minutes so the police won't respond right away. Then it's a basic five to seven minutes before they arrive at the bank, giving us plenty of time to get away and already be blocks or even miles away."

"Huh." Rose huffed. "That's pretty damn smart."

"We've been able to perfect our methods over the years." Edward said.

"So… that black duffle bag in the back of your car I saw earlier is… money?" I asked.

He nodded, getting up and grabbing said bag from under the small table, setting it on the bed heavily. He unzipped the bag, pulling it open so that the stacks of green were clearly visible.

"How much money is that?" I asked warily.

"Well, if Alice did the math right, it should be eight hundred thousand dollars." He said, looking over at me.

My mouth popped open a little as I stared at the stacks of money packed into the bag.

"Holy shit…" Rose muttered from beside me, leaning down to get a better look.

I don't think either of us had ever seen so much money in our lives, let alone so neatly packed into one small space.

Edward reached in, picking up a stack about five inches tall of hundred dollar bills and flipped through them.

"Want to go shopping?" He grinned, waving them in front of Rose's face.

Her eyes followed it like a dog with a bone, looking like she'd just hit the lottery. In a way, I suppose she did. Shopping was her one weakness; clothes, shoes, jewelry, handbags. She always had trouble not buying half a store whenever we went to the mall in Port A.

And now Edward was practically throwing money at her and telling her to go spend it.

"Yes, please." She said breathlessly.

"You can go to a few boutiques down in Palm Beach. If we get up early enough in the morning we should make it by nightfall." He said, throwing the money back in the duffle bag.

"I think I love you." Rose gushed, throwing her arms around his neck in a surprising display of affection.

Edward looked startled at first, but soon wrapped his arms around her waist to hug her in return.

Something deep in my chest clenched as I watched them embrace, but I smiled and acted like there was nothing wrong.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~WTLOR~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Sun, sand, blue skies, beautiful tanned people in skimpy outfits.

California.

We'd arrived just as the sun was setting, as Edward had predicted, and he insisted that we get a room at the Hilton, thinking that we in the very least deserved a good room and twenty-four hour room service.

While we had made the eight hour drive here, Edward had explained to us the relationships between his friends.

There was of course his younger sister Tanya, then Jasper, who he claimed was his best friend, Jasper's girlfriend of the past six years Alice, Jasper's younger brother Peter and his girlfriend Charlotte, then Carmen and Eleazar, and lastly Esme and Carlisle Cullen. Edward said that Esme and Carlisle were in their thirties, a few years older than the rest of them, and were the closest thing to a mother and father any of them had.

I found that a little sad, but didn't say anything on the matter.

We'd checked into the Hilton, Edward cryptically talking to the receptionist about getting 'the room they'd discussed over the phone'.

Rose and I had both looked at each other, wondering with the hell he was talking about, but when Edward led us over to the elevators and pushed the button for the top floor, I had clue.

My thoughts were only reaffirmed when we came to a stop and Edward opened the door, revealing more of an apartment than a hotel room.

The Penthouse Suite.

"I figured that we'll be here for a couple weeks, so we better live comfortably." He told us when I asked why he'd booked it.

Yeah, that's another thing.

We were meeting up with his friends and family for a week or two. He said that they did this every few months to kind of touch base with each other and do some planning and partying before going there separate ways for months.

To say Rose and I were nervous would be an understatement.

I wasn't afraid, more apprehensive about meeting the people who had been everything to Edward.

What if they didn't like us? What if they told Edward they thought we were horrible and he ditched us here to fend for ourselves?

I'd only known him for a few days, but already I didn't want to be without him.

What kind of fucked up mental disorder was that?

"You want to come shopping with me?" Rose startled me away from the book I'd been nose deep in. "Edward called to have a car rental delivered so we could go wherever we want. I think it's a convertible."

"I… I don't know." I hesitated.

I didn't like the idea of spending stolen money like that.

"Come on, Bella! Have some fun with me! It won't be the same with you, I'll be all by myself with no one tell me what jeans make my ass look good." She crouched down beside the cushy chair I was curled up in, looking up at me with her infamous wide puppy eyes.

"Alright… but I'm not buying anything." I told her firmly, setting my book down.

She rolled her eyes, obviously thinking that would change, and waited until I got changed to go out.

Changing from the sweatpants and t-shirt I'd been wearing around to just relax in, I put on a pair of cut off jean shorts, a loose white and blue stripped tank-top, and a pair of gladiator sandals.

Comfortable, but I still look halfway decent to go out in public.

I ran into Edward on my way out of my room, his cell phone seemed glued to his ear, talking to various people throughout the day.

"Tanya, hold on a minute." He said tensely into the phone, bringing it away from his ear without waiting for a reply. "Tell me not to scream at my sister."

"Don't scream at your sister, it's not nice." I smiled up at him.

Edward chuckled and the set of his shoulders relaxed instantly.

"Rose and I are going out for a while. She's just so excited to go out and spend money." I said dryly.

"Bella, I told the both of you that you could get or do whatever you want. Money is not much of a problem here, if it makes you happy I'm more than willing to part with a few grand." He grinned.

"You might regret saying that later." I muttered.

"Go, have fun, do whatever you wish to, I'll be here when you get back. Your car should be waiting out front for you, I've already given Rose the keys. I've just got to finish dealing with Tanya, hopefully by dinner time." He said, rolling his eyes a little at the mention of his sister.

"Bye." I laughed a little, walking past him out to where Rose was impatiently waiting.

We went down to the lobby, expecting to see maybe a Camry or something waiting for us, but it was very different.

A shiny red BMW convertible sat waiting at the front curb.

"This cannot be ours." I said, my eyes running over the car a dozen times.

"I think I'm going to ask Edward to marry me. Or at least to be my sugar daddy." Rose joked.

"He can't be your sugar daddy, he's not old enough." I smirked.

"Marriage it is then." She giggled, jumping into the drivers seat.

I slid into the passenger side, the white leather seats more comfortable than one would think. The entire interior was the white leather, the stereo and CD player brand new and high-tech. This must have cost Edward a pretty penny - even to rent.

Rose took off, a look of pure joy on her face as she pulled onto the street. She'd never driven a car this nice, never thought she'd be able to, and was enjoying the hell out of it while she could.

Rose fit in with the whole California vibe.

Blonde hair, confident, beautiful. The only thing missing was a tan, and I'm sure that would be visible on her in couple days.

Me though… I felt a little out of place.

I didn't think I was California material, I wasn't into spray tanning and walking around in bikinis. The beach and sun was nice, but I knew once the novelty of it all wore off, I'd get as tired of all this as I was of everything in Forks.

Did that mean I was fickle? Maybe. Or maybe I just didn't like staying in one place for very long. Like Edward.

We stopped at several places, Rose going wild buying clothes and shoes, the salespeople loving the hell out of us, rushing to get us anything we asked for. After many conversations with Rose, I got a couple of things just out need for them. I only had a few pairs of shorts and couple of jeans. Not to mention the slim pickings on shirts I had. When I packed I'd just thrown clothes in randomly, not stopping to think about what I was packing.

I needed clothes fit for warm weather, at least for the next few weeks.

So I bought a few more pairs of shorts, shirts, and summer dresses, even a swimsuit at Rose's persistence.

It was almost three o'clock in the afternoon before we were finally exhausted.

I was silent as we drove back to the hotel, thinking about how we'd just spent thousands of dollars of stolen money for clothes.

"What's wrong?" Rose picked up on my mood, just like always.

I turned to her in the car, planning on laying everything out.

"This is stolen money, Rosie." I said. "Other peoples money that they put in that bank and then Edward went in and took it."

"I agree, this whole bank robbery thing is a little… weird. But everybody's got a job to do, right? Edward's just happens to be illegal. And as for those people's money… why can't we have it? I mean, if Edward earns it - one way or another - why can't he do whatever he wants with it? Possession is nine-tenths of the law." She finished, shrugging.

Of course that was Rose's way of thinking about it.

I blew a huff of air through my lips and rubbed my forehead, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.

She pulled up to the entrance, the valet waiting and taking the keys from Rose with a smile. We grabbed our bags out of the backseat and made our way back up to our room, or more like the whole floor.

As we walked in, we were greeted with Edward sitting in the living room area with a woman.

She looked like Edward; same hair color, the high cheek bones, sharp jaw line, her face much more feminine and pretty - almost model like, and though her eyes were a light brown instead of green, I could see that same deep stare Edward had as she looked at me.

Edward jumped up, looking a little nervous as he glanced between the three of us.

"This is my sister, Tanya." Edward introduced warily. "Tanya, this is Bella and Rosalie… a couple friends of mine."

"Hello." She said curtly, raking her eyes over me, clearly judging.

"Hello." I parroted coolly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Tanya decided to come over and bug me this afternoon." Edward sighed, giving her a look.

"Can't I come see my brother?" She looked up at him innocently. "I just got in town this afternoon and I wanted to come by and say hi."

"You've been here for two hours." Edward groaned, sounding a lot like a kid annoyed with his little sister.

"Yes… and I believe that my time is up. Especially since you now have more… enjoyable company." She practically sneered, looking at us from the corner of her eye.

"Tanya, don't do that, they're just my friends." He sighed.

"Whatever you say big brother." She told him, but didn't sound convinced at all. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. Remember - Jasper and Alice are coming in Thursday."

"I know." Edward said, anxious for her to leave.

"Bye, Tanya!" Rose sang as Edward's sister walked out the door. "I'm going to go sort all of this out." She said cheerfully, grabbing all her bags and heading to her room.

"I'm so sorry about that." Edward started to apologize. "She just popped up and I didn't have time to warn you that she was here. She likes to do that to mess with me."

"It's okay." I said, going over to stand before him. "She is your sister, you shouldn't have to worry about how we react if she wants to come to see you."

"Yeah, but this is your place too, you should have some say in who just pops in." He said to me.

"Your sister can come over whenever she wants, it doesn't matter to me." I insisted.

"She just wants to nag me." Edward chuckled. "I swear it's like she's the older sibling sometimes. And I'm sorry she's got to be such a bitch, the others won't be like that."

"Well I've already met Jasper and he seemed real friendly." I laughed.

Edward groaned and smiled. "Jasper is really harmless, he's just a bit of a flirt with beautiful girls."

I nearly blushed at the implication behind his words.

"Then he was flirting with the wrong girl." I said.

"No, he wasn't." Edward said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. "Actually… when he was flirting with you… I was jealous."

"You were jealous?" I asked skeptically.

"I wanted to do a lot more than what I actually did." Edward admitted. "I pulled him away, but I felt this urge to punch him in the face and tell him to never touch you again. Hell, I wanted to throw him out and make you giggle and blush like he did."

I didn't know what to say to any of that.

"That's too much, isn't it?" Edward asked after I remained silent.

"No!" I almost shouted at him, then toned my voice down. "No, I'm just a little astounded that you're saying all of this. I just never thought someone like you would say anything like that to me."

"Someone like me?" He sounded confused.

"An attractive, slightly older man." I smirked.

"Are you calling me old?" He quirked an eyebrow, smiling down at me.

"Maybe… I don't actually know how old you are." I realized out loud.

"I'm only twenty-seven. Not an old man preying on an innocent young woman." Edward laughed.

"What makes you so sure I'm innocent?" I asked.

Edward took a step forward, our chests just a couple inches apart, the top of my head only coming up to his shoulder. I had to tilt my head back to keep looking him in the face.

"Your eyes…" He murmured. "Your innocent little eyes that look at me and see the good instead of the bad."

His hand reached up to my face absently, his fingertips grazing my cheek. My breath caught in my throat at his touch.

"It's kinda hard not to see all the good in you - there's so much of it." I whispered.

Edward smiled crookedly down at me, bringing his head down to rest his forehead against mine. His lips were so close to mine I could feel his warm breath wash against my own.

"How I would love to see the world through these eyes." He mumbled, brushing his thumb under my right eye.

"Are you going to kiss me?" I blurted out.

"Do you want me to kiss you, little bird?" Edward asked in a whisper.

"I wouldn't mind it." I said softly.

Edward's lips touched my own, just a gentle brush at first, then a little firmer. I whimpered a little at the feel, my mouth opening the tiniest bit, and his tongue was suddenly there prodding against my bottom lip.

My hand came up to grip his shirt, using the leverage to push up against his lips and tongue.

Edward groaned a little into my mouth, the vibration echoing down my throat as he continued to move against my lips. I felt his hand that wasn't cupping my face grab hold of my waist, pulling to mold me against him.

I could feel heat radiating from him even through his shirt, soaking into my skin.

I couldn't get enough of him.

His mouth and hands and just every single thing about him was like a glass of cold water on a hot sunny day.

Edward's hand slowly moved from my waist up my back, trailing along my spine until he was lightly gripping the back of my neck.

His lips slowed down against mine, nipping gently on my bottom lip before his tongue ran across to soothe it.

All too soon for my liking Edward pulled away, breathing heavily as he stared into my eyes.

"Little bird?" He asked, his voice rough and making me shiver.

I cleared my throat, trying to pull myself together and calm my racing heart.

"That was… uh… yes…" I managed to mumbled out.

Edward cracked a smile and combed his fingers through my curls.

My first kiss from a man.

Yes - a man.

That's what Edward was. He wasn't some clumsy boy that didn't know what to do with himself or me. He was sure, confident, controlled and passionate at the same time.

All I remember of kissing Jake was sloppy lips and fumbling or sometimes rough hands.

"There's that blush I wanted." Edward grinned.

I couldn't help but laugh and look down shyly. That was weird - I'd never been very shy around the guys in Forks, but Edward was a whole other breed of man.

"And the giggle. God, that's a beautiful sound." He sighed, closing his eyes in reverence.

"You're gonna make me blush even more." I told him.

"Good. I love it when you turn that pink color… it makes me want to kiss you all over again." He confessed.

"Just so you know, you can kiss me like that again whenever you want." I said.

"Note taken." He smiled.

"I better go and help Rose now." I said softly, not really wanting to.

"Go, I'll order something for dinner - Chinese sound good?" Edward asked.

"Sounds great." I nodded.

~*~*~*~*~*~WTLOR~*~*~*~*~*~

"He kissed you?" Rose sounded like she was in awe.

"Well don't sound so surprised." I teased her.

"Oh, you know what I mean!" She smacked my leg. "How was it? Like just a little kiss, or a full on porno kiss?"

"It was… like nothing I've ever felt before." I said dreamily. "I've never kissed anyone that could do that with their mouth."

"You've only ever kissed Jake." She said. "And if you count Tyler in the third grade, but that's not a real, get your heart pumping and want to fuck each other, kiss."

"Hell, I didn't even have that with Jake. I mean, with Edward it was just so… so passionate." I said, flopping onto my back on Rose's bed.

"I'm jealous." Rose said.

"What?" I asked.

She blew out a breath and laid down beside me. "I've been with a few guys, yeah, but I've never had that feeling of passion and a real connection. I've always had sex just for the sex, the fun of it, the basic of feeling good. And from the way you're describing things, one kiss between you and Edward is more powerful than my whole sex life combined together."

"I'm sure that someday you'll come across a guy you feel that with." I tried to assure her.

She looked a little sad for a moment, but quickly perked up and rolled over onto her stomach, looking down at me.

"Has Renee tried to call you?" She asked suddenly.

"I don't think so." I said slowly.

Honestly, I hadn't even looked at my phone since we left. There was no one who would call that I wanted to talk to.

"I checked my phone earlier and there's like ten voicemails from my dad. All ranging from being worried and asking me to just call him, to screaming about getting my ass back home now." Rose rolled her eyes.

"What about your brother?" I asked.

"He's left a couple text messages wondering where I am, but that's it from him." She told me.

"I don't really care if Renee has called, I have nothing to say to her and I don't want to hear anything from her." I said a little stubbornly.

I went into my own room after that, throwing all my bags on the bed haphazardly as I went for my suitcase.

My laptop, most of my clothes, a couple books I packed and my cell phone were still neatly placed in there. Pulling my phone out of one of the small pockets, I switched it on, the screen lighting up and a message alerting me that I eleven missed calls flashed across the screen.

What surprised me wasn't the nine calls on there from Renee, it was the other two on there from Jake. It was his cell number, not the number for the diner, so I didn't think it was just calls about why I wasn't at work.

I looked at my voicemail - five from Renee and two from Jake.

I didn't bother listening to them, tossing my phone on the bedside table.

"Dinner's here!" Edward shouted, bringing my thoughts away from the phone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~WTLOR~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a comfortable evening; the three of us sat watching movies and eating cartons of Chinese food.

It was about nine o'clock, in the middle of our third movie, with Rose and I laying on the couch and Edward sprawled out in the large cushy chair. Then out of no where my headache from earlier came back full force

Shooting stabs of pain all the way from my temple to the back of my head, making me clutch at the side of my head.

"What's wrong?" Edward leaned over and asked.

"I've just got a headache." I said, trying not to wince too much.

"Do you want me to go get you some Tylenol?" He asked, sounding concerned.

"No, I can go get it down at the shop." I told him, standing up.

There was a little gift shop down in the lobby area that sold stuff like that. So I put on some shoes and went out, taking the elevator down to the lobby.

Thankfully, with it being so late there weren't a lot of a people around, I was able to find a small box of Tylenol and a bottle of pop just for the hell of it. I needed my caffeine fix, damn it.

I opened the bottle while I was in the elevator, taking a couple pills out and gulping them down with some of my Dr. Pepper, anxious for this horrible fucking pain to go away.

I got back to our room, opening the door and expecting to see Edward and Rose watching the movie still.

I could not have been more wrong.

My eyes widened and I felt my mouth drop open.

I had to do a double-take in order to believe what was in front of my eyes.

Rosalie with Edward.

Horizontal on the couch.

He was laying down on his back, Rose straddling his hips as she leaned over his chest, looking like they were trying to devour each other as they kissed. His hands were gripping her honey blonde hair, Rose's own hands busying themselves by touching every part of his chest she could reach.

An entire spectrum of feelings flashed through me. Betrayal, sadness, jealousy, anger, confusion.

Most of all anger.

So when I felt my feet carrying me toward the couch, where they still hadn't noticed I was even in the room, I couldn't or wouldn't stop myself from uncapping the bottle of Dr. Pepper in my hands, stretching my arm out above them, and dumping the entire bottle on top of them.

Rose shrieked and jumped away, now covered in sticky pop, and Edward sat straight up, wiping away the bit that got on his face as he looked at me with worried eyes.

"Bella, we can explain!" Rose yelled.

I paid her no attention, throwing the now empty bottle in Edward's lap, shooting him a glare one last time, then turned on my heels and marched out the door.

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