Friends with Benefits

Chapter One Hundred Thirty

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Chapter 130

EPOV

I stood there, blinking and shocked that my brother was on a date with my college ex-girlfriend. The ex-girlfriend who I thought became a nun because my cock was too big.

"Ang, I'm sorry but I have to cut this short," Emmett said smoothly, helping Angela to her feet. "My brother is having some sort of crisis."

"It's no big deal," she said, smiling at my brother. "I should head home anyway." She kissed him on the mouth and blushed before skirting past him. She gave me a shy grin. "It's been a long time, Edward."

"Uh, yeah," I sputtered. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good. Back in Chicago after...well, it's a long story. We should get together for coffee," she said. "See you." She waved at Emmett and ducked out of his apartment.

"That's Angela," I squeaked.

"I know, Edward. We've been dating for about a month," Emmett said, dragging me into the kitchen. "Now, why did you interrupt my date with one of the sweetest girls on the planet? This better be good."

"I told Bella that I loved her," I cringed.

"Great! Why aren't you two fucking like god damned bunny rabbits?" Emmett snickered.

"I told her while we were fighting," I said, wrinkling my nose. Emmett frowned deeply, gesturing for me to explain. I told him about everything and our fight. Emmett sighed, rubbing his face. "So, yeah. I'm pissed off at her for defending that asshole. I'm pissed at Paul for fucking around on Bella to make her so untrusting. I'm pissed at myself because I blurted it out in the middle of an argument." I leaned forward, burying my hands in my hair.

"Edward, did Bella ask you to do that shit with Paul?" Emmett asked, sitting next to me.

"No, but you should have seen her after she saw him at the Lincoln Conservatory. She was broken and downtrodden. I had to do something to make it right. The fact that he was at the park with a girl who barely looked eighteen, asking if she could get an 'A' if she gave him a blow job, was my opportunity to nail that bastard. Once I started researching, the situation with Paulwas bigger than anyone could have ever anticipated, Emmett," I said, clenching my fists. "There are criminal charges being brought against him because one of the girls he slept with was underage. On top of that, he's a father. The man is a menace and he should not be allowed to teach, or have his fucking freedom."

"I understand that, Edward. I get that Paul was a douchenozzle. But, Bella needed to face her fears and anxieties with Paul on her own. She didn't need you fighting her battles for her. I'm proud of the work you did regarding the investigation, but this may have irrevocably hurt your relationship with Bells," Emmett said, frowning deeply.

"Crap," I spat, falling back on the couch. "I'm such a fuck up."

"Stop it, Edward. You're not a fuck up. You just want to protect the people you love. I get that," Emmett said. "The way you did it was ass backwards." I shot him a look. "You want to stay here?"

"Yeah. I'm assuming that Bella needs to cool off and honestly, so do I. I'm just baffled by the fact that she was defending him," I said.

"Edward, you are, essentially, taking away his entire life's work. She spent three years with him, even though he was fucking around on her. Right now, you're the bad guy. Just let her cool off and you do the same. You want a beer?"

"Got anything stronger?" I grumbled.

Emmett nodded and he came back with a bottle of Chivas Regal. He poured us both a glass and we proceeded to get hammered. Just before I was going to stumble to bed, I gave him a smile. "So, you and Angela?"

"Yeah," he beamed. "She's an amazing woman. She's had a rough couple of years, but things are looking better."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Meet with her for coffee, like she requested. Angela will tell you. She did say that she missed you but was happy that you were in a relationship," Emmett explained. "I gave her your cell phone number before she left. Ang said she'd call you sometime soon."

"I'm glad that you found someone, Emmett," I slurred, stumbling against the wall.

"Okay, drunky. You've got work tomorrow," Emmett snickered, hopping up and guiding me to the guest bedroom. "You remember where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah," I said, flopping down on the bed. I threw my shoes onto the carpeted floor. Emmett held three pills in front of me. "What's this?"

"Ibuprofen. Take these and drink all of the water, Edward. Got it?" Emmett chided. I nodded, following his simple instructions. "I've set the alarm for seven. You should go back to the apartment to change. Bella will be at work. Talk to her when you get home, though. Explain to her why you did what you did. Don't yell, just calmly tell her." Emmett kissed my forehead. "I love you, little brother. It'll work out."

"I hope so."

A/N: I told you drama...don't hate me. All will work out. I promise. HEA! HEA! HEA! HEA!