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As If I Needed More Proof

Summary:
When Edward leaves Bella changes, but for the better, or worst?Now she goes by Izzy and she is the bad-ass of the town. Shes lead singer of a her new band with Jacob and Embry . What happens when she gets an invitation to Tanya and Edwards wedding? Will she go? Will she let Edward back into her life? Will he mess up again? Read to find out!! *Excerpt* I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was pissed. No. I was more than pissed. I was LIVID. He had the nerve, to send me this invitation after he promised to stay out of my life. I hear nothing, no matter how grateful for that I was, and then this! More than all of that, I was pissed at myself. For having this kind of reaction. For not tearing it up the second I saw it. For fucking CARING. Rated for swearing and dark themes. Co-Written by- Roberp_lover and Emmett_lover


Notes:
Disclaimer:All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The characters and plot are the property of Stephenie Meyer. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. Basically, Stephenie Meyer owns the sandbox andall the sand. We just play in it. :D


1. Proloque

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“Hey Brian!! Gimme another Martini!” I slurred slightly as I titled my head back and let the olives fall into my mouth. “Mmmm.” I moaned at the taste just as a new glass was placed in front of me. “Mmm. ‘Ank you Bria-Bria” I laughed as I saw a scowl make its appearance on his toned face.

Brian was a fairly tall and was in his early thirties. He was easily 6’3” and he had short, black hair that dropped down on his forehead and into his eyes. His chin had a small amount of stubble that never seemed to go away. His eyes were a striking blue that could be as cold as ice, or as soft as snow. Call me cliché, but it’s true. The man was a fucking God.

Better than the scum bag that left me for Tanya. His next victim. Oh yes, they’re getting married. That’s what caused me to spend another night, drunk at the bar, ready to sleep with Brian...for the eighth time.

*Flashback*

I threw the keys onto the desk as I walked towards my bedroom. Band practice was a drag and I was exhausted. I’m surprised I made it through the whole day without a single drink. Man, was I gonna be a bitch tomorrow.

The closer I got to my room, my eyes zeroed in on the stack of mail next to my keys. Well, more appropriatley, my eyes zeroed in on the piece of paper on top of the stack of mail next to my keys. Edward. That was the name that caught my eyes. Just thinking of that name made me want to hit something. I had done everything in my power not to think of him. The part of my life with him was over, and I vowed not to have part of that again! He fucking RUINED, MY LIFE!!! And now that dumbshit was sending me fancy fucking cards that said, ‘We would be honored to have you present for this wonderful occasion.* Edward and Tanya’s Wedding*’

Wait…WEDDING!!! My heart stopped, before picking up double pace. Wedding. Edward. Tanya. Edward. Wedding. EDWARD. WHAT?!?! He’s. He’s getting. Married. Married. HE’S GETTING MARRIED?!?!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was pissed. No. I was more than pissed. I was LIVID. He had the nerve, to send me this invitation after he promised to stay out of my life. I hear nothing, no matter how grateful for that I was, and then this! More than all of that, I was pissed at myself. For having this kind of reaction. For not tearing it up the second I saw it. For fucking CARING.

*End of Flashback*

I woke up to the dreadful sound of my phone going off. Again, and again, and again.

“UGH!!!” I screamed. Yes. I really, fucking screamed. Hangovers were a bitch and if that phone didn’t stop ringing in the next five seconds, my head was going to explode!

I rolled over Brian and grabbed my phone, flipping it open and crushing it to my ear. “What the fuck do you want?!” I spat at whoever was on the other end.

“Well good morning to you too.” Embry replied sarcastically.

“Embry. I’m not in the fucking mood to play your dumbass games. My head is fucking pounding, it’s too early in the morning, and there better be a Goddamn good reason for you calling me on a Sunday morning. My FUCKING DAY OFF!!!!” I screamed into the phone.

Brian stirred sometime during my screaming, clearly awake now, and rolled over, burying his face in the pillow. He was so fucking hot when he was tired. And naked. In MY bed. Mmmmm…Memories from last night came flowing into my mind, and I smiled. For the first time since that damn invitation arrived. My smile was replaced with a frown, which was only deepened by the next words that escaped from Embry’s mouth.

“Izzy. you’ll never believe the gig I just got the band.”