Alice gave me watery directions to her apartment. It was pretty
close to Bella and Angela’s place. Once there, Rose and Bella grabbed Alice and
they dragged her inside, trying to get her to smile. Emmett was leaning against
my door frame. His normally friendly face in a grimace, ready to kick some ass.
“Edward, I like you. But your brother, he’s a fucktard.”
“Yes, he is. Normally, he’s pretty ditzy but never mean. I don’t
know what his deal is,” I said, looking up at my friend.
“Can we kick his butt?” Emmett asked, cracking his knuckles.
“Um, yeah. He made my girl and her best friend cry. My brother is
going down,” I snorted. “You want to ride with me or follow?”
“Follow. I’ve got an early shift at the gym tomorrow,” Emmett
replied. I nodded and gave him directions to
Jasper’s apartment, in case we got
lost. After a fifteen minute drive, Emmett and I were parked on the street.
Jasper had given me his key and we used it to gain entry into his building.
Emmett looked fucking scary as he rolled his head, readying himself for a
fight. “Are going to go in there with fists flying or are we going to yell?”
“Yell, then fists,” I answered as I put my glasses into my pocket.
It was a tense elevator ride up to Jasper’s floor. Once there, I found his
apartment easily and let myself in. God,
my brother is such a fucking bachelor. This is disgusting. His one bedroom, studio apartment looked like
a fucking dorm room.
“God, he’s a slob,” Emmett hissed.
“Yeah, he is,” I shuddered. “I don’t even want to know what he has
growing in the fridge.”
“It smells like a moldy sweat sock in here,” Emmett grumbled. “Let’s
find him, kick his ass and then go home to shower.” I arched a brow at my
friend. “Not together, moron.”
“I know that,” I chuckled. It wasn’t until we both shut up that we
heard quiet sniffling in the bedroom.
“Good, he’s crying. He knows he fucked
up.”
“Does that mean we don’t get to pummel his ass?”
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