Unexpected Turn Of Events
A one night stand can change everything. Especially when it's followed by an unwanted pregnancy, and an even more unwanted living situation with a guy you hate. Bella is the good girl that never does anything wrong. Edward is the popular rich guy who has everyone wrapped around his finger. It's an unlikely pair, but a drunken night will bring them together... forever. Follow their story as they try to find a way to work together as they prepare for their future.
So, this will be one of my lighter stories, no doom and gloom in it. Just a lot of growing up, worries, angst, a bit of comedy, lots of nice Bella and Edward hating each other stuff. I hope you like it. Also, i don't own anything, SM does.
1. Chapter 1: Drunk sex and the morning after
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Chapter 1: Drunk sex and the morning after
"Oh Bella, stop fussing. You look amazing," Alice said as I continued to look myself over in front of the mirror. I had to admit, I looked pretty good, I hardly recognized myself. I was wearing a strapless blue dress that came just above my knees and had a rather deep V-cut - though not deep enough to make me come off as a slut, thankfully. My hair was in a pony tail, not hiding my face from the public for once. Alice had done my make-up to make me look half as good as her.
But I was wary of going out like this; I didn't go out much, if ever. And I never dressed like this, so I was a little scared of what people would think. Most of my fellow Forks High students would be at this beginning of the year party and most viewed me as a geeky nerd. Alice was actually my only friends, though she was quite the popular one. No one understood our friendship.
Anyway, I had promised Alice I would go to this party because she had gone to this book signing with me in Port Angeles. I sighed, then turned my frown upside down and smiled as I turned to Alice.
"Thanks, Allie. I do look okay, I guess," I said and she laughed her Tinkerbelle laugh.
"I said you look amazing, not okay. Now let's head out, we're late as it is," Alice said as she grabbed my hand and dragged me downstairs, out the door and to her car. I swear that little pixie would be the death of me one day.
When we arrived at the Cullen estate - home of Dr. Carlisle Cullen, his wife Esme and their cocky, despicable son Edward Cullen, who just happened to be one of Alice' popular friends - the party was already in full motion. I briefly wondered what his respectable parents would think of this if they ever found out, but was pulled out of my train of thoughts by Alice motioning me to get out of the car.
We had hardly entered the house and Alice had already been whisked away by her boyfriend, Jasper Hale. I walked up to the refreshments stand and poured myself a cup of punch, never thinking that it would be spiked with alcohol, and lots of it. A lot of curious and/or shocked stares were directed my way. I turned my head and paid them no attention.
As the party went on and on, the hours passed - Alice still hadn't come back and I doubted she would - and as I drank more and more punch, I felt myself getting buzzed. However, I'd never been drunk before so I didn't recognize the feeling in time to stop and sober up a little. No, I just continued to drink and started to sway to the music.
Suddenly, there was a tap on my shoulder and as I turned around I came face to face with the most obnoxious person ever to cross my path. Edward Cullen.
"Hi cutie," He smirked, looking me up and down with lustful eyes. Lustful eyes?! No way, was he flirting with me or was I already so drunk I couldn't tell the difference? I cleared my head and said something I never in a million years would have said if I were sober.
"Not interested, jackass," I said, smirking back and for a moment he seemed stunned - he clearly wasn't used to rejection or name calling. However, he recovered from the blow to his ego and tried again.
"Ouch, I'm hurt," He fake-pouted, holding his hand to his heart. I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous behaviour.
"I just wanted to get to talk. You seemed so lonely over here and I thought who better to keep you company than me?" He said and I had to admit, he was a charmer, but I wasn't buying any of it. Besides, what would Edward Cullen, stud extraordinaire, want with Isabella Swan, nerdy bookworm.
I tried to ignore him, but damn him, he was persistent. "Come on, at least tell me your name," He smiled a cute smile at me and - what the hell?! Since when had I ever referred to anything of Edward as cute?! I quickly took another, rather big sip of my punch and pushed out the repulsive thought.
"You know my name, dumb ass," I said, surprised at my own confidence as I conversed with him. I was never this outgoing in my speech, not even with Alice. He cocked an eyebrow in confusion. Jeez, it's not like I looked that much different than usually!
"Does Bella Swan ring a bell in that thick skull of yours?" I asked and his eyes widened in shock. He opened his mouth several times to say something but closed it each time. Finally, he spoke.
"Damn Swan, you look hot!" He exclaimed and in turn I threw my drink in his face. Okay, so I was flattered by the comment, but I had to do something because I felt myself focussing on his lips and that was bad. Edward Cullen was bad news, as were his lips! And I couldn't let a few drinks change my opinion.
I turned my back on his shocked face and poured myself another, larger, drink. This time, I drank it all at once, hoping I would get the thoughts of his lips out of my mind. I think I had 3 or 4 more drinks before Edward reacted, and by that time I was far beyond wasted or thinking rationally.
"What the-" he started, angry as hell, but I cut him off and pressed my lips against his. He was shocked and unresponsive for a second but then moved his lips in perfect harmony with mine. I moaned into his mouth as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and started dancing with my tongue.
I have no idea how long we spend making out like that, but at some point Edward pulled away and said the one sentence that would change my entire life.
"We should continue this in my room," He stated, took my hand and guided me upstairs, to his bedroom. I should have stopped it then, I should have said or done something, but I was too drunk and too focussed on his warm body to think clearly.
We were in his room for less than a second and we were already ripping the clothes of each other's body. I never even thought about telling him that I was a virgin, that I'd never been with a guy before. I wasn't actually thinking at the time.
In seconds, we were naked, on the bed and he was on top of me. Neither of us cared with foreplay as I demanded that he had to be inside me. I cried out in pain when he entered me, not used to the feeling, he waited for a second, letting me get used to him and I started to ease up and like the feeling.
"More," I demanded and he began to push in an out, harder and faster. It didn't take long for both of us to reach our climax together as we screamed each other's names. We kissed some more and eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.
I woke up, thinking I was home and for a moment I was confused as to why my bed felt so unfamiliar. Then, the events of last night came back to me and I felt so sick and disgusted. I wished I could crawl into a hole and die. I had lost my virginity to a guy I hated just because I was drunk! I looked beside me and saw no one, Edward was already awake. I was glad, because I would have hated to dress in front of him.
Once I was dressed, I silently crept downstairs, hoping no one would hear or see me as I continued my walk of shame, all the while trying to keep my tears from falling. I just reached the door when a voice behind me interrupted me.
"Hey! Who are you?" The loud, booming voice asked. I startled, turned around and saw Emmett McCarty, Edward's best friend standing there, looking me over. It took him a second, but I knew he recognized me when his eyes widened in shock. He had talked to me a couple of times before through Alice. He was always nice to me.
"Bella Swan?" He asked, shocked to find me doing the walk of shame. I simply nodded.
"Euh, there's pancakes if you want some," He said, quieter than before, still shocked. I was about to reply when Edward came out of the living room along with Rosalie Hale, Emmett's girlfriend. She and Emmett must have spend the night here as well. I was ashamed that they would see me like this.
"Hey," Edward said and nodded, not really looking at me. Rosalie gave me the once over, then completely ignored me as walked up to Emmett and gave him a kiss, which he happily returned.
"I should go," I said, quietly, turning to leave.
"Wait." Edward stopped me, I turned back to him, not looking him in the eye.
"Could you not tell anyone about last night? I have a reputation to uphold," the stupid dick spoke to me as if I were a piece of trash. I said nothing, I just walked out of the house and slammed the door behind me. Since I had come with Alice last night, I was walking the long way home.
I had been walking for about 10 minutes when a large jeep pulled up next to me. It were Emmett and Rosalie. I sighed, I really didn't want to deal with them right now.
"Need a ride?" Emmett asked while Rosalie glared at me. I was going to refuse, but I was really sore and dreaded continuing this walk. So I accepted the offer and climbed into the back, which wasn't very easily done.
I was looking out the window, thinking of how stupid I could have been to have a one night stand, and then for that one night stand to be my first time ever. I had always imagined my first time would be special, kind of cliché even, but this was anything but. Did I enjoy it? I guess, at the time, yes. But I was drunk, and honestly, my memories are a bit fuzzy.
"So, you and Edward? I never imagined someone like you would end up in his bed. How 'd that happen anyway?" Rosalie asked with a bitchy smile on her face and an attitude from.
"A mistake. I was drunk," I admitted, fighting against my tears and that big lump in my throat. They saw me, they might as well know how it happened, because it sure as hell wasn't because I liked his stupid ass. I could honestly say I'd never hated anyone more than I do now, especially after last night. I hated him as much as I hated myself right now.
"You often fuck random guys when you're drunk?" Rosalie grinned at me, Emmett shot her a warning look, but didn't comment on what she said, probably wondering the same.
"I've never been drunk before last night," I answered truthfully. Their eyes widened a little, but they quickly masked it and left me alone with my thoughts for the rest of the drive.
As I got ready for the first day of school, I thought about what happened at the party and after Emmett dropped me off yesterday. My dad was pissed as hell when I came home because I hadn't called him to tell him I slept over at Alice', my excuse. He grounded me for two weeks, I grounded myself for the rest of the year.
I called Alice and she was pissed with me as well because she thought I'd left the party without telling her. I apologized and told her Mike Newton, a guy at our school, gave me a ride home and I couldn't find her to tell her. She forgave me, of course. I also lied about the grounding; I said I had come home a little tipsy and my dad hadn't liked it. She believed me. How could she not? Bella Swan never lied or did anything irresponsible, until a few days ago that was.
I spend the rest of the day in my room, crying. Eventually I cried myself to sleep. Which in turn lead to me looking like shit today, though I could care less.
School passed slowly, I wasn't paying much attention all day. I passed Edward in the hall, but he just ignored me like the shit head he was. And then came the horror when I went to my last class of the day - Edward was in the same class and just happened to be seated next to me. He never so much as glanced my way. To him, I was nothing more than dirt, exactly how I felt.
If I knew one thing, it was that this was going to be a very long year. And I had a feeling, just a feeling, that this was only the start.