Addicted

Chapter 5

Bella P.O.V

Alice and Rosalie really did a good job on me tonight. Black leggings with a raspberry color, long shirt, black boots and my curly hair down over my shoulders and chest.

I arrived to the theaters at Down Town and sit on the cafeteria of Starbucks where we agreed we would see each other. I still can't understand why didn't he want us to go together. It really doesn't matter. When I left earlier I didn't see his car parked, so I guessed maybe he left early or just wasn't home yet. I still know that if he wanted to cancel he would've let me know first.

Ten minutes pass and he isn't here yet. I look at my phone every five seconds - literally - to see if he has texted or called. Nothing. My leg automatically starts to shake, sign of my impatience. I do this every time I'm impatient or anxious.

Twenty minutes pass by and he's no where to be seen. The movie is suppose to start in five minutes. I walked down to the theater and he wasn't there, I messaged him and he didn't answer. He's not coming.

With a sigh I get out of the theaters and walk to my car. This asshole should have said something of he wasn't coming. God, I was so stupid.

Just when I'm about to enter my car I see the bar across the street. Well, I did get dressed to go out and have fun, I'm not letting anyone change that.

I walk in the bar, show my ID and head to the bar.

"May I help you?" The waiter asked me with a flirty grin. He's tall, dirty blond, green eyes and muscular. He should be in a modeling agency instead of being a bartender.

"Give me a margarita, extra alcohol," I wink an eye at him.

"Right away, sexy." He walks away.

I take out my cell phone and turn it off. I don't want anyone bothering me tonight.

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The next day I woke up in my bed with a awful headache. My throat is dry, everything is spinning and my stomach is even worse. I feel like shit, but I love it.

After a few minutes of trying not to throw up I notice I'm naked under the covers. I immediately sit up, covering myself, the hangover is gone for now. How did I get home? Most importantly, with who did I come with and slept with?

I see a note on the pillow next to mine. I frown and take it.

Thank you for an amazing night, my queen. I hope we can keep in contact, you're an amazing women. My number is (203) 417-9033.

Your most sincerely,

Mike.

I frown even more looking at the note. Who the fuck is Mike? Well, who the hell he is I am not contacting him again, that's the whole point of a one-night stand: you sleep together and by the next morning the other one is gone and each live their separate lives. Done. Who does he think he is saying he wants to keep in touch with me? Actually, I don't even know who this guy is.

I start laughing, letting myself drop on the pillows. Okay, I get off bed and start the shower. After getting fresh and clean, I throw the note in the trash, change in my work out clothing. I get a huge surprise when I turn on the phone and see I see I have like one-hundred missing calls from Edward and texts.

10:00 PM

Bella, I'm really sorry I left you waiting. I was going to call you but... There's really no reasonable explanation to what I did to you. Please call me.

10:36 PM

Bella, where are you?! I'm knocking on your door and it's pretty late for a women like you to be out at this time. Call me.

A women like me? What the fuck does this dude think I am? Of course I can take care of myself.

11:00 PM

Bella, where the fuck are you?!

11:45

I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!! WHERE ARE YOU?!

12:30 AM

BELLA!!

1:46 AM

Fine, I get it.

I roll my eyes and put my music on. I open the door and see that my car is not here, it's probably back at the bar. I run inside and get my keys, I think this time I'm running to Down Town, get my car and drive back.

His car is out there when I look at his house. That asshole doesn't fool me with his little messages that say I'm worried about you. I start jogging the other way I don't usually go and into the main streets of Seattle. This is going to be a long run.

About two hours later I make it home safe and relieved that I get to sleep now. I get out of the car and see that Edward is sitting on my porch.

"My guess is you were not planning on wearing that on our date yesterday, right?" He says coldly, looking at me with a dark mischievous stare.

I ignore him and walk right past him. I'm not letting his super good looks let me forget that I'm mad at him for leaving me yesterday waiting.

"Where were you yesterday, Bella?" He asked behind me as I unlocked my door.

"Why do you care?" I growl opening the door.

"I wanted to apologize," he says.

"For what? Spamming my phone all night or leaving me waiting when you were clearly not coming?" I snapped.

"Both."

I look at him and cross my arms. "Apology accepted. Goodbye."

"What? Bella, no!" He stops me from closing the door in his face. "Can we reschedule our date?"

"No. I... I barely know a thing about you and right now I'm not even sure if I want to date a guy who I clearly I know nothing about."

He frowns and leans against the door. "Are you being precarious with me?"

I nod. "Anything can happen, I'm not willing to take that risk, my friend."

He nods, his stare darkens and his mouth turns into a thin line. "Your brother is right, you are smart. You never know who your neighbor actually is."

The tone of his voice makes me shiver and start to wonder. You never know, is he hiding something? His family? Him? Homosexuality? Rapist? Murderer? Anything can happen.

"You're doing good, Bella. Stay away... For now," he winks an eye at me.

I roll my eyes. "Goodbye, Edward." I close the door, frowning.

I lean my back against the door and start playing with my hair. He's hiding something. It surprises me because when he asked me where I was, he sounded like he was demanding me to tell him. All his calls and texts. Tension when you mention his family or siblings which he doesn't have. Doesn't give in much information about himself and... agrees that people aren't always what they seem to be.

I groan at the idea that involves me with him. Do I want to know? Do I want to be anymore involved?

January 18, 2015

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