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This story does contain cutting scenes. (the first 4 chapters)

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BPOV

I was going into the club by myself, for the first time. I'm a little scared though. A man can't even look at me without me being scared or feeling insecure. I haven't felt safe in a while. I don't have a dad or mom to go to, to help me out. I didn't have that best friend there to listen to all the horrible memories. I don't have any one anymore. I cringed at even mentioning those memories. 18 years of pure hell.

I look in the mirror at myself, I looked pretty sexy. I was wearing a Black, low cut, tight dress and 3inch heels. Maybe, a little too sexy. Don't go there today, Bella I told myself. I hopped on my MV Agusta F4CC and took off to club Aura.

After a boring talk with a really nice guy, I sit down at the bar and spot a sexy guy sitting down with some of his friends. He looks at me and smiles. And holy dimples! I smile, take a sip of my drink and look down blushing. He raises one eyebrow. I smile. I watch as he looks at me while he's conversing with his friends.

"Hey, sexy." I hear a male voice from behind. I instantly tense as I see dimples is still sitting with his friends. I turn around to see a tall, man with a beer belly, inches from my face.

"I see you eyeballing me from across the room." He says, winking.

"Please go." I tell him timidly.

"C'mon baby." He says.
He leans in and I push him away. I look over to see if dimples is still there but, he is no longer sitting with his friends.

"Hey babe, I got your drink. Sorry I took so long." dimples say to me, coming to the rescue.

"Ugly ass whore" The Douche says to me walking away. I look down.

Dimples moved forward, ready to hit him. I put my hand on his chest to stop him. (I wanted to keep it there oh gosh!)

"Please, don't," I said staring at him the whole time "That ass wipe isn't worth it." I stated and walked away. Dimples wrapped his arm around me tight, pulling me to him. We walked to another part of the club where no one was.

"Thanks."

"No problem, beautiful." He said smiling. Gosh those dimples. I Licked my lips and smiled.

"You look really familiar. But, I should probably let you go back to your friends." I told him.

"Actually, I'd rather be here with you …?" he questioned my name.

"Isabella. Well, I'd rather be called Bella." I rambled.

"You're name doesn't happen to be Isabella Swan does it?" he asks me curiously.

"Uh, yes it is. How'd you know?" I said almost panicking.

"It's me, Emmett." He tells me, almost hesitantly.

"Emmett? Emmett Cullen?" I asked.

"Isabella Swan!" He stated. He knew for sure who I was. He spun me around and I giggled. We stared at each other in the eyes.

"Em."

"Isabella." He said. He knew I hated that name. But it didn't bother me when he called me Isabella, this time.

"I'm sorry. About high School I should have never abandoned you. I just got so caught up with-"

"Em, stop rambling." I joked.

"The things you do to me Isabella Swan. And no, I didn't forget you hate people calling you that." He said winking.

"Well, I'm glad I have an effect on you and that doesn't bother me, coming from you." I said winking

"But, the high school thing, it's okay, the past is the past." More or less

"Right, so can I start with buying a drink?" He asked.

"Nope, but you can start off by with dancing with me. I said as I grabbed his hand and took him to the dance floor.

He put his hands on my hips, as I would grind on him.

It's the first time I could have worry free fun.

It was almost like we just met for the first time, yet we've known each other for so long. I felt safe, I felt like I could just be…me.

The next day

I opened my eyes to see I was in my bed stripped to my underwear. I looked around and holy Jesus on stick. I had a killer headache. I closed my eyes again.

"Hey," I opened my eyes, squinting at the bright lights and saw Emmett kneeling beside me. I put one eyebrow up; he still knew what that meant, surprisingly.

"Don't worry I took the couch, just wanted to make sure you were alright." He flashed a quick smile.

"Thanks, Em." I told him getting up. He turned his head.

"It's not like you haven't seen this before." I said.

"Well," He paused. "I also wasn't thinking the same thing I am now." He said sitting on the bed.

"Is Emmett McCarty flirting?" I said jokingly.

"That's what that is? Hm. I just call it speaking my mind." He said turning his head sideways.

"Well then, go ahead and speak." I said.

"Well I think you look," he paused standing up to walk toward me.

"Incredibly sexy," He paused again. Touching my chin, ever so lightly as I blushed and looked to the floor.

"That's my favorite shirt that I gave you senior year." He said toughing my thigh, stepping closer. My phone started ringing.

"Thank god." If he were to say one more thing, I would just…

"Hello?" I said.

"Hi, Is this Deborah Morgan?"

"Sorry you have the wrong number." I said and hung up.

"Well, you gonna speak?" He said

"Nope, I never said flirting was speaking my mind. I call it what it is." I said smiling and sitting on my bed.

I watched everything he was doing. He's still the sweet, charming, teddy bear he always was. But don't let the mushiness fool you. He'll beat some ass real quick. I laughed.

"What?" He noticed.

"I never thought I'd see you again, Em." I said truthfully.

"Me either," He said. "never thought I'd see that unbelievably beautiful blush again." He said laughing. I blushed. Yup, he notices everything.

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