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"No, bro, not a chance." He laughed. Jasper's confident dismissal
made me want to punch him. I knew he'd never believe me.
"She was totally coming on to me," I declared, relishing his envy.
The night air was warm and smelled like chlorine, sun screen and
sweat. There was nothing better than summer. Well, other than seeing
those two, voluptuous tits all squeezed up into that black bikini...
"Okay, okay. Tell me exactly what happened," he said, leaning back
in his chair with semi-rapt attention.
It was regular routine for me to fill Jasper in closer to evening.
If he ever woke up and came out before three in the afternoon, he
might have seen this for himself, but he said evening was when
"business" was best. He'd load himself up with product and shimmy in
unnoticed, offering me a nod as he set up for the day behind the
He always missed the good shit.
I lowered my voice a little and began, "I was over at the guard
station, the one by the deep end," I jerked my head backward in the
direction of the pool, "And I see her get up, from her chair—"
"Wait. Was she wearing the black bikini?"
I nodded, flushing a little just thinking about it, "So she walks
over—you know, taking her time—talking to Lauren and that mom with
the kids that scream all the time. And she walks right up to me."
Jasper tilted his head back and flipped his hair out of his eyes.
Skeptically he asked, "What'd she want?"
My back straightened in anticipation of the good stuff, and I
couldn't restrain my hands' enthusiastic animation. "Well, she comes
to me with this little pout on her lips and lifts her foot up on the
edge of the platform and says, 'Hey Edward'—she said 'Edward,' she
totally knows my name—'hey Edward do you have a band aid?'"
Jasper was sitting up now, leaning over the table, eager. "Did she
bend over?" he asked, not-so-subtly salivating as I knew he was
fabricating the vision for himself.
"Yeah, she bent over, her tits are fucking huge. They were like…"
and I gestured with my hand, "this far from my face."
"Nice…" he muttered under his breath with foggy eyes. We spent a
moment silently contemplating supple skin, round ass cheeks, and
curvaceous hips. Finally, Jasper sighed. "Rosalie Hale," and then
looked to me with a serious expression. "She is so fucking hot."
I nodded in agreement, but Rosalie wasn't just hot. She was every
dude's wet dream, the embodiment of lust, the fire of our every
loin. A year older, dating the football captain, and totally out of
our league, she was unattainable—at best. But ogling her ass all
summer was one of the only perks of this shitty summer job, and I
planned to take full advantage of that.
Jasper reached in his pocket and pulled out a lighter and a clear
plastic bag, "So, did you get her a band aid? God, tell me you
touched her foot!" he laughed knowing he would give anything to
touch any portion of her flawless skin.
I groaned and ran my hand through my hair, slouching sourly in my
seat. "No dude, you will not believe what happened…"
Jasper's eyes widened with interest, "What?"
My eyes flickered across the pool to the girls sitting on the picnic
table and narrowed. "One guess."
His eyes followed mine and he began laughing hysterically. "No
fucking way!" he insisted, but it was far from being unbelievable.
It was my curse, had been my curse, ever since puberty.
"Oh yeah, just as I was getting out of my chair to tend to her
needs, it happened." I laughed too, but it was a bitter, frustrated
sound. I knew when I emerged onto the pool deck that first day of
work that I was totally fucked.
Because shewas working here too.
Jasper and I both took another look across the pool, toward the two
girls laughing innocently together. Then he raised one eyebrow,
shook his head, and sighed sympathetically, "Cockblocker Swan
I eyed the little kid by the side of the pool. He wasn't quite at
the edge, but close enough to warrant my attention. Shifting my
focus to his mother, who was gossiping with a friend instead of
watching her spawn as he roamed the pool deck freely, I smirked as
she sucked greedily on the water bottle between her lips.
I'd bet Jasper twenty bucks there was vodka in that bottle and not
I focused back on Junior and muttered quietly under my breath,
"Don't fall in, don't fall in, don't fall in…" as I watched him
follow a yellow and green rubber ball closer to the edge.
I really didn't want to get in that pool.
It was ridiculous of course. I was a lifeguard and a good swimmer at
that, but after years of competitive swimming and training and
general messing around at the pool, I was over it. Kids pissed in
that pool, I knew it. Sure, they tried to play it off by going to a
corner or something, but I wasn't stupid. I knew the look. I could
spot the "Relieved Pissing" expression from any point on this
property. The glazed eyes, the faraway look.
No. I wanted my chair, my umbrella, my whistle and dry land. Dry,
glorious, piss-free land.
I was leaning now, poised for action if I absolutely, positively had
to take it. I kept the kid in my sights, but still hoped his mother
would get a clue and keep him from drowning. I had on my favorite
hat and really didn't want to get it wet.
"Damn it," I eventually cursed and began calculating how many steps
he had before he fell in—how much longer I could sit here and watch
before I did anything. Fortunately, before I could fully complete my
calculations, she was there—in her annoying red bathing suit, with
her annoying ponytail and her annoying smile on her annoying face,
saving Junior from falling in the annoying pool.
I rolled my eyes dramatically behind my sunglasses and repositioned
myself to watch the whole deck trying desperately to ignore her,
which was ultimately futile.
Bella Swan was the bane of my summer existence.
I'd known Bella my whole life. She had always been there, on the
fringe at least. She was smart, I guess. We shared classes, and she
was okay,she just…
"Edward, I'm getting a drink, would you like one?" Bella's timid
voice disrupted my thoughts.
She just hovered.A lot. Around me. All the time.
She was squinting up at me through the sun, a big glob of white
sunscreen plastered all over the bridge of her nose.
Good grief. As if the antiquated red one-piece bathing suit wasn't
bad enough. All the other female lifeguards wore the sporty
two-pieces, but no. Not Bella.
She wasn't like any of those other girls. I'd watched them all over
the years blossom and grow and change. Lauren's chest was the first
to fill out in our class, so naturally, every dude wanted her. Then
slowly, all the other chicks developed and it was hormone central.
One year they all looked like boys, and the next, they looked like
But Bella had always been the runt: too short, too small, not
athletic enough, too smart and nerdy, and a pain in the ass.
Five years later, she looked exactly the same.
I fought the grimace that threatened to spoil my face. "Umm… no
thanks, Bella. I'm good." I looked away in dismissal before turning
back to my job, watching and waiting for something to happen.
Something that wasn't Bella Swan following me around like an eager
"Okay," she squeaked nervously, and I could see her fingers wringing
in my periphery, shoulders scrunched up high to her ears. "Well, let
me know, because I'm totally happy to get you something while Alice
and I go on break." She chuckled a little, retreating slowly as if I
might suddenly change my mind.
I tilted my head slightly, so as to not be rude, but then ignored
her until she went away. It was really the only way to handle her.
This was usually an effective method, or at least effective enough
to feel as though my social life was quasi-normal. In school, the
halls were crowded enough to lose her and just pretend that she
blended into the burgundy lockers.
That was... until summer began. Until, she got the same job as me.
Until Jasper decided that Bella's best friend would make for the
perfect summer fling.
Now, instead of having to stomach her on the fringe, she was as good
as in the circle. In my circle.
The day progressed in the usual fashion. Between the three of us—me,
Alice and Bella—we shifted around the pool, breaking up fights,
yelling at kids, checking the pool levels, all the stuff you do when
you take on the glamorous job of public pool lifeguard. I kept one
eye on my work, one on Rosalie Hale's browning inner thigh, and both
of them away from my co-workers as much as possible, although Bella
made it difficult—to say the least.
Bella was predictable. I could expect her offers for assistance
whenever something came up. To most people, that kind of constant
availability would seem polite or endearing, and it honestly was.
This is what made it impossibly more annoying. I couldn't ever be
rude or mean to her for simply being too nice. I just had to grin
and bear it.
Everyone knew my plight with Bella existed. Every single person in
my school, and the town for that matter, could all recall the day in
which Eric found her tattered TrapperKeeper, all marked up with "I
Edward Cullen,"and"Mrs. Isabella Marie Swan-Cullen."
I was so humiliated, a little scrawny seventh grader cringing away
from the laughter and mortification of so much attention.
They might have blown it off after a few months had Bella not been
so persistent in her awkwardly transparent attempts to capture my
eye. Every February when the school did Valentine fundraisers, I
could always count on an anonymous card and carnation to be
delivered to my homeroom class. They were usually sweet and short,
nothing too creepy or anything, but... everyone knew they were from
her. And that wasn't even the worst thing. She... flirted.
No, you couldn't call what Bella did flirting. She was a total spaz.
I always want to be embarrassed for her whenever she tried to
flutter her eyelashes at me—but ended up losing a contact. When she
tried to pop her hips but ended up tripping over gravel, or when she
tried to flick her hair back but got her fingers tangled up.
But I can never be embarrassed for Bella because I'm too fucking
busy being embarrassed for myself.
People notice, like we're some form of adorable entertainment, and
Bella... well, I honestly didn't know whether she was truly ignorant
about the mockery or simply didn't care. But I noticed, and I cared,
and now she was just this stigma that the entire population of this
town attached to my name. I could never be "Edward, the Swimmer," or
"Edward, the Straight-A Student," or "Edward, the Rich Kid with a
Fully Developed Six Pack," I was forever known as "Edward, Bella's
Unfortunately, Bella appeared to have some kind of
Edward's-Got-A-Raging-Boner-Dar, and it was her job to shut that
shit down. Immediately. Like the day I asked Kate Denali to the
Junior/Senior Prom, and I was sweating profusely at her locker,
mustering up the courage. Or the time I'd managed to get Jane
Volturi in the backseat of my Volvo during my free period between
Biology and Music after weeks of cajoling. Or the time I was this
close to asking out that chick with the big eyes and long legs that
worked at the ice cream shop in town—the one who had been giving me
an extra scoop for a month, and smiled at me when I passed by the
Every fucking time.
Bella show up dropping hints to get me to ask her prom and,
subsequently, I'd have to come up with an excuse for just not going
whatsoever. Or she'd be walking too near to me and trip, spilling
all of her books and papers and doodles of Edward Cullen all over
the floor. Or she'd decide to appear at the same ice cream stand as
me at the exact time that I planned to ask Extra Scoop Girl for her
One more year, I reminded myself as I wound down for the day. One
more year, and I'd be rid of this town and Bella-fucking Swan-for
"Have you seen this rise in oil?" Jasper asked as he took his seat
at our table. Yes. It was our table. I hated to get all fucking
junior high and shit, but there were no girls allowed.
So what the fuck was he doing dragging Alice behind him? She took a
seat next to him and stretched out, throwing her arm over his
seat-back and offering me a small smile.
Jasper whipped out his weed and started rolling a joint with no
apropos, as was custom, since the pool was so bare this time of
evening and most of the staff were his clientele.
"It's getting fucking ridiculous," he continued in a grumble, brows
pinched together as he focused his fingers around the rolling paper.
"Do you have any idea what the rise in petroleum does to plastic
baggy prices? Fucking inflation. People are going to have to start
reusing their baggies. Do you think they'll do that?" He looked to
Alice, and then me.
We both shook our heads.
Jasper was saving money for Mr. Berty's Impala. It was a total
clunker and piece of shit, but for some reason, Jasper had nurtured
a boner for that car since he first set eyes on it, four years ago.
Mr. Berty had some kind of ridiculous emotional attachment to it—we
figured it was the car the crotchety old fucker first got laid in—so
he wouldn't give it up cheap. If he only knew how Jasper was funding
the purchase of that car, he would probably dip it in bronze and
mount it in his yard for eternity.
"Jasper, you make fifteen percent profit on every transaction, I
think you can spring for a fucking Ziploc bag." I muttered,
snatching the joint from his hands and pulling out my lighter. I
gave him the place to deal, kept him supplied with paraphernalia,
and even got him customers at times. No way was I recycling baggies
for his ass.
Just as I was about to light up, I felt this weird, familiar,
hovering presence over my shoulder. I sighed and closed my eyes,
counting to ten so I wouldn't say something I'd inevitably regret.
"Hi, Bella!" Alice gushed from across the table, bouncing a little.
These two were always together, so I was not one bit surprised. I
narrowed my eyes at my best friend and current Judas who nodded
graciously at the chair next to me for her to sit in.
I wanted to wipe that amused grin off his stupid face with my fist.
I lit up and inhaled, passing it to Jasper, who then politely handed
it to Alice. I was only mildly curious as to what Bella would do. I
didn't think this was her scene, but really, what she did on her own
time was beyond me. At least I didn't have to worry about her
snitching us out. No way in hell she'd ever throw me under the bus.
Alice offered it to Bella who politely declined, which was cool.
More for me.
But I was having an issue with Bella's creeping proximity. I was a
little stoned, and Bella was just sitting there, her forearm two
inches from me and... oh my God... if she scooted her chair any
closer to mine I was going to just... lose my shit.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, feeling the fog creeping into our
brains, except... well, Bella who was frankly just killing my buzz.
"Edward," she said, her voice all meek and quiet. She was shifting
and being fidgety, and as a result, my neck was beginning to sweat.
"I saw you swim the other night—you were really amazing." Her voice
had a trace of awed adoration that made me want to stab my eyes out.
I couldn't argue with her, though. Really, I was pretty amazing and
dominated that sport. "Thanks," I mumbled, toying with my lighter
and avoiding her gaze. Good God, she was probably blushing. I
suppressed a groan. "We kicked the other team's ass."
Alice rolled her eyes, at me, and said, "So did you hear about this
Fourth of July party and Moonlight Swim? I think we all have to
work, but we can leave for the fireworks afterward." She punctuated
this with a sidelong glance at Judas and licked her lips.
Bella perked up at this, her back straightening and that wretched
forearm dangerously close to touching me. "Yes! I'm so excited. I
think it's going to be a lot of fun." She turned back toward me and
did the creepy fluttery eyelash thing, resting her chin on her palm.
"Edward, do you think you'll go to the fireworks?" She was staring
at me. Hard. From the edges of my vision, I could see her dart her
eyes to Alice, who offered her this sickening, encouraging grin, and
right back to me. The bouncing of her knee beneath the table
betrayed her anxiety, and I knew that I had to be nice.
Her expectant gaze on my face made me stammer, "Umm..." I looked to
Jasper for some assistance, but he was being a dick, per
usual—smiling and making eyes between Bella and me. I definitely was
going to have to kick his ass when we left tonight. Inhaling a
steeling breath, I evaded, "Well... yeah, I'm going to have to play
that by ear. You know, see how my schedule is..." I inwardly rolled
my eyes at this. I was a sixteen-year-old dude, living in Forks,
working at the public pool during the summer of boredom.
My schedule looked something like: wake up, jack off, take a shower,
eat, work, get stoned, eat, go home, jack off, eat, sleep.
For most girls that would be enough. I was pretty good at sending
out signals, and most human beings knew how to take a hint. Again.
Bella wasn't most human beings. Judging by the moony look on her
face, you'd think I'd just agreed to father her firstborn or some
shit. I sighed and leaned back, closing my eyes and wishing she
would just go away.
The others talked for a while about work and how Jasper was close to
reaching the goal to purchase his car. Eventually, it turned quiet.
I glanced up at Jasper who had begun running his hands over Alice's
leg, and Alice, who was giggling into his ear. Then I glanced over
to Bella, and her glazed-over eyes were glued to the lighter I was
nervously playing with, and I just... had to go.
"I... forgot. I have some... stuff to do at home. For my mom, and...
yeah, so... seeyouguyslater." With that, I lurched out of my seat,
ignoring the way Bella flinched away and followed my retreating back
with her gaze. I gathered my stuff and bolted out the front gates of
the pool, relieved to finally be free of her dreamy stare.
I dropped myself into the empty white lounge chair next to Jasper,
stretched my legs out, and propped my hands behind my sweaty head.
"How long you gonna make that kid hang over there," he asked, and I
followed his gaze to the punk I had put in "time out." My preferred
method was to have the offender hang from the chain link fence for
one to five minutes, depending on the crime. This kid earned a
I checked my watch and reclined my head back, soaking in some
umbrella-free sun—I only had a fifteen minute break. "He's got two
Jasper laughed so hard his chair shook, "No way he makes it. Look at
his arms, they're quivering already."
I shrugged. "He does it, or he has to start again. They know the
rules. Little shit did a cannon ball intentionally trying to get me
wet." Not to mention, he was one of top five offending pool pissers
in this shitheap."Payback sucks." I sighed, trying to suppress a
smile as I watched the kid bend his knees and elbows in a futile
attempt to find a comfortable position.
Of course, Bella and Alice disapproved of my methods. They preferred
to make the little shits sit in lounge chairs, take away their deep
ends privileges, and make them "Think about what they'd done wrong."
We all had our own ways of dealing with the kids. Mine was just more
effective. I always knew whenever Bella or Alice put a kid in their
"time out," I'd be seeing him or her for my own version, very soon.
We heard a car pull up and quickly glanced out behind the fence we
sat closest to. Jasper had a drive-up service in the parking lot of
the pool. He put a baggie of weed into a fast food cup near the
basketball courts, and the buyer would pick it up, leave cash in its
place, and depart a few bills lighter and a few buds heavier. I
asked once how it was possible that Jasper never got ripped off. But
he was the quintessential drug dealer that everybody loved. There
was no reason to rip him off, other than that of petty thievery. He
provided good product, stayed away from the elementary school, and
was the only supplier in town. If he had to cease his dealings,
Forks would likely go bone dry.
In short, if you pissed him off, you and the entire town were shit
out of luck. Apparently, that's the secret to an airtight honor
"You seem to have an increase in business this week—what gives?" I
asked while watching Tyler hop out of Mike's beat up Honda and make
a less-than-covert exchange.
Jasper grimaced, "Alice is all worked up over this Fourth of July
thing in a couple of weeks. I was hoping to buy some of those
back-shelf fireworks from the stand on the corner of Market Street."
I exhaled heavily at the mention of the Fourth, and sat up so I
could look him in the eye. "Look dude, I know Alice wants us all to
hang that night, but Cockblocker is really getting to me. I don't
know if I can do it. The last thing I need is for her to think we're
going to have some magical kiss under the fireworks that night." A
disturbing image of Bella's lips way to close to my face made me
Jasper pushed his sunglasses back into his thick, blond hair, and
rolled his eyes, "She's really not..." He swallowed. "...that bad
Edward. I think she's kinda... cute." He couldn't even speak the
words without laughing, little snorts emerging through his clenched
teeth. When his snorts subsided, he implored, "I mean, you can hang
out with her for one night, right?"
I offered him a blank stare, speechless.
Fucking Alice.I knew this was about him wanting to get into her
pants so badly that he could taste it, and for some reason, I'd
become an essential factor in that success. Scowling, I insisted,
"No. She is that bad–and no, I can't hang out with her for one
night." I darted my eyes across the pool to the cluster of girls
huddled in a group of tanned skin and too-tight bikinis. I mumbled
under my breath, "I have other plans, anyway."
Jasper narrowed his eyes at my statement, "What plans? I didn't know
about any plans."
Indignantly, I protested, "Fuck Jasper, you don't know everything I
do." Then I huffed, "Fine you do, but... well, it's not exactly
firm," I explained, sniffing and wiping my nose with the back of my
forefinger as I covertly nodded in the direction of a particularly
busty brunette. "I'm hoping to hook up with Charlotte during the
Glancing in the direction of the blue bikini, he nodded his
approval, "Charlotte's hot, but... Alice is going to be pissed," he
sighed, disheartened as he realized that I'd never sacrifice an
evening with Charlotte for one with Cockblocker Swan.
"That's your issue to deal with, not mine." I shot back, tired of
being forced into situations in which Bella was present. I needed
some room to spread my arms or wings or... seed, or... fucking,
Jasper sighed. "Look man, I get you, I do. She isn't your brand of
girl, but she's not taking the hints you're laying down." He
retrieved his water bottle from beneath his chair and took a long
swig before continuing conclusively, "I think you may need to be a
little more direct with her."
My jaw dropped. "More direct? I ignore her completely! What else can
I do?" I asked incredulously.
"I think you have to tell her, straight out, that you're just not
interested. Otherwise," He puffed out his cheeks and squinted,
wrinkling his nose. "She and Alice will have us in a double wedding
before the year is out."
As if on cue, Alice pranced over with a bright smile for Jasper and
a nod to me. I was still mulling over this "Be more direct"
business. I mean, shit. I wasn't an asshole. I didn't want to crush
her soul or anything. I just... wanted her to quietly back the hell
Alice intoned, "Your break's almost over Edward," before she added,
"Oh! Jasper and I thought it would be really great if we could all
go to the fireworks together. You know, maybe have a
picnic-slash-party afterward?" Her cheeky hedging only verified my
earlier suspicions. Jasper had seen this coming.
He hissed softly, shaking his head.
I groaned internally. Alice was a sweet girl, and I liked her. Hell,
I liked her with Jasper, but she needed to get out of my damned
business. I responded in flippancy, "Yeah, that sounds like fun, but
I'm still not sure if I can commit to that."
"Can't commit to what?" asked Bella as she sat at the end of my
chair. It kind of heaved forward a bit, drawing me to her. I curled
my fists and looked away from her pasty skin, gnashing my teeth.
No one responded for a moment, which would have made any normal
person feel uncomfortable and intrusive, but Bella was as clueless
Alice finally spoke, her jaw clenched as she shot daggers in my
direction. "Edward apparently has 'plans,'" the word "plans" was
accentuated by over dramatic air quotes by Alice's tiny, yet scary
hands, "And he won't be coming with us to the fireworks."
I removed my sunglasses and rubbed my eyes furiously. "Yeah, sorry
about that—you guys have fun, though." I stood to return to my
position at the lifeguard stand. I had to pass Bella between the
chairs when I left, and against my will, made eye contact with her
as I shuffled past.
What I saw was a little perplexing.
She looked heartbroken her shoulders all slumped down as she gnawed
at her lip. Her brown eyes were suddenly dull and weary. Defeated. I
knew she liked me, but... really?
I only made it about two steps away before I heard Bella's flat
voice, "You're really not coming?"
I hesitated in my retreat and, without turning around, clenched my
jaw and shook my head negatively. She didn't respond, so I
continued, climbing up into my seat, my eyes focused and scanning
the pool. That stupid jack-off from earlier was on the diving board
and looked like he may actually be considering a repeat of his
cannon ball. I flipped up my sunglasses and narrowed my eyes in
warning, smirking when he scurried off the board and into the
"It's just that—" she carried on.
I looked down, stunned.
Bella was standing beneath me, chin ducked and blushing furiously,
wringing her little hands and just rambling on like a damn fool. "—I
was going to make some cherry pie since I noticed you really liked
it when I brought it to the Memorial Day picnic at Alice's house. I
mean, it's frozen, not from scratch or anything, I'm... not that
great of a cook, but I like to—"
She went on and on, and at that instant I was just...done. I spared
a glance at Jasper who was nodding his head seriously, encouraging
me to do it. I tried to ignore Alice, whose face had gone
contrastingly pale. I took a deep breath and cut her off "Look
Bella, I really appreciate it. I do, but well, it's just that...I
don't like you," I puffed out my cheeks, exhaled loudly, and
continued in a breath, "At all. Ever."
Her skin turned positively pink, eyes widening and filling with
sparkling tears. I felt a little shitty, but I really had no
choice—she had it coming.
I watched, curious as she began stammering with pinched brows, "I
know you don't—notlike that. We're just... friends. I'm not the kind
of girl you see like that," and her eyes moved accusingly toward the
group of girls I'd been checking out before, "But we can still hang
I scrubbed my face with my hands, emitting a growl of frustration.
"Damn it, Bella!" I exploded. My chest heaved and I could feel eyes
on me, but it just spewed forth, the dam bursting. "No, we're not
friends. We're nothing. Don't look at me, don't talk to me, don't
make me anything... just back off and stay out of my fucking way!"
It was mean, and I'd raised my voice so that most of the present
swimmers were watching my tantrum. But I simply kept my eyes glued
to the pool, retrieved my hat from beneath the seat, and pulled it
tightly to my ears.
I definitely wasn't making eye contact with Alice, who I could feel
shooting laser beams of hatred at me. Sinking into my seat, I
ignored the sound of Bella's limp and softly retreating footsteps. I
also ignored those of Alice sprinting across the pool to wrap her
swift arms around her, before I could spot them entering the locker
room through my periphery.
As shitty as it was, and mean and wrong and everything I had ever
been told not to do, I felt a sudden weight lifted off my shoulders.
Maybe Jasper had been right. Maybe direct was the only effective way
of managing Bella.
And I couldn't have been any more direct than that.
The next couple weeks passed in a blissful Bella Swan free
environment. Sure, she came to work most days, but she kept her
distance. I worked, smoked out with Jasper like always, ignored
Alice (who was always either under his arm, on his lap, or stuck to
his face), and generally... enjoyed my summer in a way I hadn't
expected. With Bella out of my way, I even made some headway with
Charlotte, who agreed to share a blanket with me at the firework
celebration on the fourth.
Shit was going great.
"Hey, Edward." Jasper nudged my arm with his elbow while I sat next
to him during one of my breaks. "I think that bikini mom is checking
you out." He nodded to the corner of the pool where the "Bikini
Moms" sat during the day. A couple were pretty hot, but there were
some that just tried way too hard.
"Which one?" I asked, glancing in their direction with
"That one in the leopard print—you know, the one that gave me a
piece of cake the other day after her kid's birthday party." He
licked his lips in memory.
I knew exactly who he was referring to and smirked. "No way, she
freaks me out. That bellybutton piercing is not a good look on her."
I looked down the row and gestured discretely, "I wouldn't mind
getting a lesson or two from that one though." Jasper laughed and
nodded knowingly. We both fantasized about the little blond woman
with the huge rack and big sunglasses that was constantly bitching
out her kids and any other kid that got within a ten foot radius of
her. She looked feisty—and I liked it.
"Shhh," he hissed under his breath, stifling a grin as he asked in a
louder voice, "Hey, baby, your shift over?"
I peeked over my shoulder to see Alice walking over, irritation
evident on her face.
"No, I'm going to have to work a double today, Bella just called
in," she explained, wedging herself between the table and onto
Jasper's lap. I figured he could just skip the whole
putting-on-pants thing every morning. Alice was usually covering his
I furrowed my brow, thinking over the last week. "What—that's like,
two days this week? What's her deal anyway?" It wasn't like her to
slack on something as important as employment. It affected everyone
who worked here, me included.
At the mention of Bella's name, a panicked expression overcame
Jasper's face. He fervently began shaking his head behind Alice's
back, mouthing, "Abort! Abort! Abort!"
She narrowed her dark eyes, fingers clenched so tightly around
Jasper's hand that I could see the whites of her knuckles. "She's
been out three days, asshole," she growled, her lips curling up into
a delicate sneer. "And three the week before. I know you're happy
she's not around so much, but really, Edward, it would be nice if
you noticed something around here—other than guessing which one of
those women wants to go Desperate Housewife on your dick." She
spared Jasper an accusing glance, and he swallowed heavily,
betraying his own perverted guilt.
"So what's her deal? I mean..." I paused as it suddenly occurred to
me... "She's not still upset about what I said, right? Because... I
apologized the next day."
Alice threw her hands in the air and screeched, "That was not an
"Yes, it was!" I defended, growing a little indignant, since I had
clearly swallowed my pride in an honest attempt to smooth things
A little bit, anyway.
Jasper buried his face into Alice's flushed neck and groaned,
muttering, "No way, dude. I heard it. You said 'I really didn't want
to be so rude to you yesterday. Must be this heat.'" Then he glanced
up at me from her shoulder, insisting, "You didn't even sound
My eyes darted between them, incredulous. "See, this just proves my
point!" I seethed, brows pinching together angrily. "She's pissed at
me, and now you all think it'smy fault she hasn't been to work. That
is totally not fair." If Bella Swan couldn't find the balls to walk
in here, fulfill her responsibility, and give me the much-deserved
cold shoulder, then she was to blame.
"Edward," Alice spoke calmly and with a hint of importance in her
tone. Meeting my gaze, she lifted her chin, almost peering down her
nose at me as she declared, "Contrary to what you may believe, not
everything is about you."
I gaped at her for a split second and then pushed myself out of the
chair, tossing Jasper a bitter glare, as I went to finish my duties
to prove once and for all that I wasn't the self-absorbed dickhead
they were making me out to be.
I considered taking Alice's extra shift to punctuate this point, but
I had important things to do, and... she just really pissed me off.
When my shift was up, I clocked out and prepared myself to go above
and beyond the call of duty. I took the short ride to Bella's side
of town, where I knew she'd lived her whole life. Her father was the
Chief of Police which, not going to lie, kind of freaked me out. But
unlike some people, I had a pair, and I was out to prove myself.
As I pulled up to the small, two-story house, I reined my
determination in a bit. I didn't want her to get the wrong idea. I
was sorry about being an ass, but I wasn't sorry about the message
conveyed. Still, a mission was a mission.
I marched up to her door and it was yellow. I wondered who the fuck
painted a door yellow? I had a white door. White doors were normal
and ordinary. I liked our door. The Hales had a red door, but that
made sense. Yellow, however, was not a very 'door' color.
Yellow doors were decidedly gay.
Okay, I was definitely a little nervous. I'd never considered crow
to be particularly tasty. Stifling a grimace, I knocked on the gay,
yellow door, and only had to wait a few seconds for it to open.
There Bella stood, in all her scrawny, pasty, flat-chested glory.
"What?" she asked, her voice a dull inflection. I wasn't certain
what I expected. I couldn't remember any other time I'd willingly
talked to Bella, but I figured—given her blatant obsession with
me—that this unsolicited visit had to be the equivalent of opening
her door to Ed McMahon, Publisher's Clearing House balloons, and a
big fat check or something, and yet, she did not look on the verge
of breaking into dance.
Swallowing, I began, "I heard you called in and I just wanted to
apologize for being so harsh the other day." It was entirely
sincere, and I inwardly scoffed, mentally mocking Alice for even
considering me self-absorbed. "I mean, I don't want what I said to
affect you, or your paycheck, or...whatever."
"Oh," she replied, one hand still gripping the knob. We stood in
silence for a moment, and she was just staring at me. This wasn't
out of the norm for her or anything, but her eyes just looked
so...empty. It was the first time I realized they were brown. It
seemed fitting for her. "Well, if that's all," she eventually said,
and then tried the close the door.
In my face.
My hand shot out to stop the gay, yellow door from closing. "Wait!"
I demanded, shifting my weight forward as she turned and huffed at
me. "So... are you going to come to work, or what?" I asked, a
little annoyed that my valiant apology wasn't quite going according
She kind of quirked one cheek up, cocking her head to the side as
she answered coldly, "No. I'm not going into work." She held
something in her idle hand, a jar of some sort, and was wearing a
pair of those long, yellow rubber gloves. Her eyes were all red and
puffy with a hint of purple underneath, which stood out in against
her chalky pallor. Three weeks working in the sun, and she hadn't
tanned one bit.
I shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts and slid back on the
heels of my flip flops. Silence settled between us. I looked a
little closer at Bella as she stared at me, clearly waiting for me
to leave, and it looked as though her already bloodshot eyes were
filling with tears, sparkling at the rim. Upon realizing my notice
of this, she began to abruptly shut the door once again. For some
reason, I found myself slapping my palm across the yellow paint to
stop it from closing.
Bella sighed, running the back of her gloved hand under her nose as
she quietly said, "What do you want from me Edward? Because you have
made it perfectly clear you aren't interested in being my friend,
and really, if you can't offer me that, then I have nothing more to
say to you."
I have no idea how long I stood there, processing this information.
At some point I realized my mouth was hanging open and I snapped it
shut before turning to leave.
But she continued, "It's not like I have anything to offer you."
I hesitantly turned back to her, hands in the air with a maniac grin
on her face.
"I can't even walk without falling or talk without stuttering or—"
Her eyes grew suddenly furious, crinkling at the edges as her foot
shot out to slam into the door frame repeatedly. "—or load the
stupid fucking dishwasher without breaking a dish or do the laundry
without bleaching the darks and coloring the whites, or... open a
pickle jar because I don't know how to do that stupid thing where
you tap it on the counter... or... or..." Her assault on the door
jamb ceased, and she seethed at it, nose all wrinkled up. "Or be
Renee-fucking-Swan because she is nothing but a sleazy, heartless
Again. Me with the gaping.
When she was done kicking the wood and had finally come down from
her momentary outburst, she looked exhausted. I supposed I could
have just left and accepted that Bella was a little off her rocker.
I probably could have taken advantage of the fact that something was
obviously occurring in her life, far more important than Edward
Cullen coming to her doorstep to apologize. I probably could have
done all of that, but... Instead, I rolled my eyes, took the five
steps to where she stood, and gently plucked the pickle jar from her
yellow grasp. It opened beneath my strength with a resounding "pop."
Opened, I placed it back in her hands, offered a wry smile, turned,
and walked away.
It was the least I could do, but she was shit out of luck with the
dishes and the laundry.
I listened to the sounds of firecrackers echoing off the houses
throughout the neighborhood. The main event was over. The remaining
festivities came from sub-groups of kids who'd managed to get their
hands on some low-grade explosives.
I stumbled over a bump in the asphalt and used a nearby car hood to
steady my feet. It was the side effect of having too many red,
white, and blue Jell-O shots at the picnic.
After closing up the pool, I traveled to the park and had spotted
Charlotte waiting for me from a distance. She was beautiful and
wickedly hot in her red, sparkly halter top and faded denim
mini-skirt. She greeted me with an eager hug and pushed two shots
into my hands, downing four for herself. By the time the first
lights filled the air, she'd been lying on her stomach across the
blanket, pushing her boobs into just the most fan-fucking-tastic
cleavage I had ever had the pleasure of ogling (excluding Rosalie
Hale). As a special bonus, her skirt had pulled up high enough for
me to see her matching red American flag panties.
I'd simply lay by her side during the show, sneaking berry-flavored
kisses from her blue-tinted mouth. I whispered quietly, scandalously
into her ear about all the things we could've done in the back seat
of my car, which was still parked over at the pool. But as my nose
had been trailing behind her ear, my hand having inched closer to
the bare skin of her back, a solid shadow had suddenly filled the
space where we'd been "watching" the fireworks display.
The next part had gone in slow motion as I'd looked up to protest
and realized with horror, that a man bearing a strong resemblance to
Charlotte was reaching down and pulling her from my side. He dragged
her ass away from the park so quickly, that all I'd be able to
remember come morning would be a flash of red sparkly motion.
I brought my hands over my ears as the sound thundered through the
night. The force of the explosion almost jolted me off my feet and
out of my memory of the disaster my night had become.
Momentary alarm filled me until I saw the puff of smoke filtering up
from behind the elementary school, beckoning me closer. I trudged
through the parking lot, past the swing sets, and was surprised to
find Jasper, smiling like the Cheshire Cat with a giant rocket in
one hand and a lighter in the other. He was surrounded by a group of
kids, guys mostly, who were happily encouraging him to light it up
and blow off his hands.
Alice, Bella and some other girls were huddled on top of the monkey
bars, sandaled feet dangling below. I wasn't exactly surprised to
see Bella in their company, but I was shocked to see was the joint
squeezed between her two fingers and the glazed look in her eyes.
Jasper noticed my approach and shouted jubilantly, "Hey Edward, come
hold this while I light it," waving the white and red rocket in my
I shook my head. No way in hell was I letting Jasper burn my
eyebrows off. Again.
"Your loss, bro. Hey, Newton! Get your ass over here and hold this
rocket." He directed, and I watched Mike with much amusement as he
jumped at the opportunity to get his face blown up. Idiot.
"So when did Cockblocker start smoking up?" I asked, again sparing a
glance at the girls passing the joint between them, giggling
excitedly. Bella swayed backward a bit, Alice swiftly catching her
arm before she fell off.
I exhaled loudly upon Alice's quick save, realizing belatedly that I
had been holding my breath. I figured, the last thing I wanted to do
tonight was taketwo people to the hospital. I was more than
convinced that at least one of the fuckers to my right was headed
that way before the night was over.
Jasper was too involved with his explosives to offer a response, but
Tyler sighed in his place, answering, "My mom drank a whole bottle
of schnapps a day for three weeks when my dad walked out. People do
crazy shit when bad stuff comes along." He pulled his shoulders up
into a small shrug.
I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or my general idiocy, but I had
no idea what he was talking about. "Huh?"
Tyler rolled he eyes at me and explained in a low voice, "Bella,
man. Her mom left her dad a couple weeks ago. Apparently, she'd been
fuckin' around with some baseball player she met in Seattle." I
furrowed my brow, silently considering the meltdown I'd witnessed at
Bella's doorstep days prior. Tyler looked once again to Bella, her
head lolled back, palms gripping the bars as she stared up at the
sky, and concluded with a frown, "Like I said, people will do all
kinds of things to make themselves feel better."
The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. I settled on the
playground wall with the other guys and watched Jasper blow stuff
up. He grew more creative with each turn, and I grew more
contemplative of Bella and the situation with her mother. Everything
made more sense the more I considered it, and I wondered if maybe
Alice hadn't been right about me believing I was the center of the
universe. Obviously, I was completely off of Bella Swan's radar.
By midnight, everyone had left. Jasper and I went to find the girls,
still perched up on the monkey bars, smiling goofy, shit-faced
"Jasper, I think I'm stuck," Alice whined playfully, wiggling her
honky-tonk butt around in the gap between the bars. Jasper poked her
from beneath, eliciting a squeal, but climbed up to pull her out.
Bella and I engaged in an awkward stare. Things had been strange
since I'd gone to her house. She didn't seem angry, just indifferent
and distant. She came to work more regularly, falling back into her
predictable routine, but her oppressive hovering had completely
ceased. She only regarded me when work-related situations forced her
to, and even then, the little spark of desire that once filled her
eyes upon meeting mine had dulled into a flat, brown sadness. I
guess now, I understood why.
"Do you need some help?" I asked, offering her my hands from below.
I resisted an urge to peek cautiously at Alice in the event that she
may have noticed my politeness. It was doubtful though, as I could
hear Jasper trying to suck her face off from where I stood, arms
extended to Bella.
She seemed hesitant, but at the same time, resigned to the fact that
her ass was wedged tightly between the bars and she was too wasted
to even consider dismounting on her own. She sighed, asking softly,
"Please? Otherwise, I may be up here all night."
I helped her out of the bars, clutching her small waist and lowering
her easily to the ground. Unable to avoid it, my fingers slid
underneath the hem of her shirt and made contact with the stretched
skin of her hips. Her skin was soft, and I held her for a moment
longer than appropriate before I snatched my hands away and stepped
back, thanking God that she didn't even seem the least bit phased.
Alice and Jasper removed their faces from one another, and several
hazy minutes later, we all made it to the car. Or truck. Apparently,
they'd ridden with Bella, believing that she'd be the designated
driver. One look at her bloodshot eyes and wavering steps, and we
all determined that she was fairly toasted.
"I can drive," Jasper announced. "I'm actually pretty sober. I
didn't wanna' get wasted and risk this pretty face." He puckered his
lips dramatically to Alice, who giggled.
Bella agreed, but before we all climbed in, Jasper stopped me and
pulled me to the side a ways. He cautioned a glance over his
shoulder before speaking in a low whisper, "Look, it sits three
across. And there is no way in hell Alice is sitting on your lap, so
I considered his words and began vehemently shaking my head, "No
way. I'll sit in the back," I hissed, shooting the passenger side
door where Bella and Alice stood an anxious glance.
"No," he demanded. "Get your ass in the cab. The girls will get all
emo if you bail and sit in the back. An emo Alice means I can't put
my hands up her shirt when we drop her off at her house, and I have
to listen to what a dick-head she thinks you are. So, Alice will sit
in the middle, and Bella can sit in your lap. It's ten minutes,
punk. Get over it."
I groaned my disapproval but ultimately climbed into the passenger
seat, because he was right, and I was stoned and who really cared if
Bella sat in my lap for the ten minute car ride? No big deal, I told
myself as I brushed past her. I heaved myself in next to Alice, who
was already straddling the hump. Bella's eyes were wary as she stood
and toed the gravel outside the passenger door. I simply nodded and
helped her in, pulling her onto my lap and avoiding that patch of
hip-skin I'd touched before.
"Sorry If I'm too heavy," she apologized quietly and offered me a
warm blush and a hint of a smile.
I snorted at the ridiculousness of her statement. "Bella, you weigh
less than my dog, I think I can manage it." I kept my hands away
from her though—one on the window and the other tucked firmly
beneath my thigh and away from either girl.
After explaining to Jasper how to double pump the clutch to get the
truck started, Bella splayed her palms over the dashboard and kept
her eyes forward, tense with each lurch and bounce the truck made
over the deteriorating roads of Forks. I could feel her muscles
shifting and tensing against my thighs, and it was... it was Bella.
It was Bella. It was Bella.
Every time we hit a bump or turned a corner, Bella's bony ass
shifted and dragged with exaggeration over my lap—and my dick. The
small amount of fabric provided by my khaki shorts was the only
barrier between my cock and Bella Swan's ass. This really should
have sobered up any... stiff situations, but sadly...
My hand moved from the window and shoved itself into my hair,
tugging sharply as my eyes closed in a vain attempt to distract
This couldn't actually be happening.
With a final, heaving lurch, we thumped into Alice's driveway first.
I shot Jasper an alarmed expression—my boner was really hoping to
get drop-off priority.
He ignored this, instead quickly declaring, "I'm dropping Alice off
first. She has a curfew, plus, Edward—you and I can walk home from
Bella's house after we park the car." His eyes darted to mine and
back to Alice's. "So... yeah. I'll be right back." He reached for
Alice's hand and slid her toward him. He then carried her to the
shady side of the house.
I'll be right back, roughly translated into cop-a-feel-speak meant
that he'd be back in twenty minutes. Fuck my life.
Bella took Alice's departure as the opportunity to climb off my lap.
It was unfortunately fortunate. Without a word, she began...
slidingoff... and, reflexively—because I have quick reflexes,
really—I found my hands grasping her hips to halt her movement.
I didn't want her off my lap.
Or my cock.
Especially my cock.
I didn't want her to feel it, stiff and growing as she slid away,
but I also wasn't ready for her to remove the pressure that felt,
really, really good.
My thumbs were loose, not quite touching her back, while my fingers
lightly clamped across her belly. I was just...holding her there...
She didn't move. Not an inch. She just froze, all rigid and quiet.
Her back was slightly arched as she held her breath. She felt it.
She felt me.
God, what was I doing? This was going to be just... a fucking
disaster. If Bella knew she made me hard, she'd think there was a
chance, when really, it was a mortifying consequence of being a guy
who'd already had his fair share of disappointing and rather
unresolved sexual tension for the evening ,and I couldn't help it
Oh, my God, did she just grind on me?
She did. The motion was small, but enough, and I was starting to
sweat because Bella Swan was grinding on my jock, and I needed to
get her off of my lap, but my hands—my hands weren't working. They
just kept lingering there, and my thumbs—my thumbs were now pressed
into her back. They pushed down because I wanted her to grind on me
I was going to hell. Like, the pervy kind of hell where they send
peeping toms and flashers and the guys that watch too much internet
porn. That was the kind of hell I was going to...
But, I considered, if I was going to hell...
Expelling a shaky breath I was positive she could hear, I lifted one
hand to run my fingers gently up her back. I barely grazed her soft
t-shirt in my ascent, reaching the top of her collar and gliding my
fingers over her skin and up through her hair. She quivered under my
touch, practically melting into my chest. Sighing deeply, I could
feel the tension drain from her body in the rhythmic pushing and
pulling of her back against my chest. I pushed my nose into her hair
and inhaled a mixture of sulfur and weed and shampoo and girl. Then,
once again, she shifted—up and back, her thighs spreading just an
inch in an undeniably intentional maneuver.
My hips instinctively followed hers. They shifted and lured our
bodies into a satisfying sync, coaxing each crook of her knee to
sling over my own with a couple strategic nudges. My wary fingers
dipped to the inside of her bare thigh, because this was the only
way it would make sense. No one could fault me for wanting to give
the girl a little bit of pleasure, right?
Her breath hitched, and I stopped before I reached the denim hem of
her shorts, afraid I had pushed this completely random moment
somewhere neither of us wanted to go.
But she didn't stop. Instead, her right hand covered my own and she
slowly pushed it inward and up. I ran my fingers over the thin
barrier of cloth between our skin and pressed and caressed and just
like that, I was touching Bella Swan's pussy, and I wasn't gagging.
Bella shuddered at the contact, even though her denim was thick and
my touch was soft and uncertain. I did it again, this time pressing
harder and scraping my fingers across the area I knew was most
sensitive. I waited for her to say something, to speak or make a
disapproving noise, but instead, her breath came out heavy and low,
not the high-pitched squeak I was used to, the kind of noise that
If I had taken a moment to think, to clearly penetrate the alcohol
and weed and throbbing-mess-that-was-in-my-pants-induced stupor—I
might have considered that this was Bella. Bella the CockBlocker
Swan. Who was gyrating against my junk, and it was wrong and not
what I wanted and surely this couldn't really be what she wanted: a
quick hand job in the front seat of her truck while her best friend
was going down on my best friend in the bushes behind her house? Did
she want this? I would have said no, that Bella wanted flowers and
first dates and candy at the movies, and just as I was about to
probably maybe make some kind of noble decision, she wrapped her
ankles around the outside of my calves and thrust her ass into my
dick and ground my hand more firmly into her warm crotch.
So I pushed and stroked and stopped thinking entirely, because
really, my dick was one second from jacking its load all over the
inside of my pants, and I wanted it as much or more than I ever had
before. Because even though there were so many things wrong about
this moment, there were so many more that were just... really...
I'd never not heard a girl moan when on the cusp of an orgasm
before. Something about the complete lack of sounds, save for our
labored breathing, made the moment seem secret and scandalous—like,
if a tree falls in the forest and no one's around to hear it, does
it really happen? Except... instead of a tree, it was Bella getting
off, and instead of a forest, it was a dirty truck cab.
God, I was losing my mind.
My nose was near to her ear, all tangled up in her hair as she
writhed into my lap and panted through parted lips. My eyes darted
anxiously out the windshield, praying like hell that Jasper wouldn't
walk up and find us like this. I'd never be able to explain it to
All of a sudden, her hand started pressing harder into me, a clear
indication that I should speed my motions. When I did, her legs
began tensing and her breathing was almost raspy, and I watched as
her fingers dig into mine, knuckles white.
And then I gave Bella Swan an orgasm.
As if my night couldn't possibly get any more surreal than this, she
collapsed into my chest, and I wasn't finished. I couldn'tbe
finished. It wasn't even a cognizant option for me. My hands went to
her hips and gripped them tightly, eyes fixedly scanning the
Brandon's yard as I continued to slide her back and forth, creating
as much friction as possible.
I was nestled fairly snugly between her ass cheeks, lifting my hips
in time with my pushing and pulling of her against me. She didn't
seem to mind, just lying limply on top of me as I shoved and
dragged. My breathing grew ragged embarrassingly soon, and I figured
the weed had made me exceptionally paranoid, because I began seeing
Jasper-shaped shrubbery and, panicking, moved her faster and faster
to expedite my release.
Following her example, I sank my teeth into my cheek to restrain any
groans or grunts that were fighting to emerge, my gaze trained on
the side of the Brandon house, alert yet foggy.
And then Bella Swan gaveme an orgasm.
With a dozen or so erratic and forceful thrusts, I found my mouth
opening in a silent cry, head slamming back into the old headrest
behind me as I raised her entire body with the final lift of my
We sat like this briefly, regaining what little composure there was
left to be had before she voluntarily moved off my lap and into the
middle of the bench.
I was sweating like a pig—a post coital, trapped in a truck-cab,
pig—and I rolled down the window to get some fresh air and to let
the smell of sex dissipate into the night.
This was how were remained until Jasper emerged from the shadows by
the house with a satisfied grin plastered across his face. He was so
blissed out on Alice that he barely spared a glance in either of our
directions as he cranked the truck and drove off into the night.
Things after that night were different. Not because Bella and I dry
humped our way to love in the front of the truck that night or
because we now saw each other differently or because life was a
fairy tale of happiness and romance and the nerdy girl gets the
rebellious guy and they all live happily ever after...
No, things were different because none of those things happened.
I cautiously came to work the next day, hat down, glasses on, and
refusing to make eye contact with anyone. I was completely
mortified. The last thing I wanted was for Bella to think that our
relationship had changed. I'd come up with an entire speech to give
her when I arrived—detailing the excessive amounts of illegal
substances in my body that night, my low morals and questionable
ethics, and the fact I truly was just an idiot. I was willing to
take the blame if she would just drop it—forever.
I feared Bella would leap from "hovering" to "clingy" faster than it
took for her to…. do something really fast.
But I never had to say a word. Bella walked in ten minutes behind
me, uttered a simple hello, clocked in and took her position by the
deep end without another glance in my direction.
I was a little floored. I watched on, wide-eyed as she climbed to
her seat and rubbed on her sun block, like it was any other day.
This was how the rest of the week continued. We worked and spoke to
one another when necessary, but the night in her truck was never
mentioned. If I couldn't remember it all with startling clarity, I
might have thought the whole experience was one very fucked up dream
Needless to say, my concerns over her attachment to me were
unfounded. At first, this was a relief.
A mega, colossal, epic relief.
But then... well, it was just a little confusing. It made me ponder
this girl, Bella Swan, and what I'd always believed about her. I'd
always figured her inexperienced. She'd never dated as far as I
knew, but her behavior had been... comfortable.
Bella did begin to merge with our group a little more as the weeks
passed. Her inclusion into our circle was gradual, me locking the
gates and coming to find her at the table. She was never a bother,
just joined in as we passed Jasper's tight joints around and nodded
along to Alice. She even joined in when we bitched about Eric Yorkie
trying to grow hydroponic weed out of his basement in an effort to
cut into Jasper's sales. Shit, Bella even joined in when she caught
us making eyes at Rosalie's ass. Yes, at some point I had relented
about Bella being part of us—and yes, this may have occurred after
she rubbed all over my dick for ten minutes and left me warm and
Okay, so she wasn't cool, but she was no longer the bane of my
summer existence. Bella just... was.
All in all, I was relieved and confused, yet undeniably content
being left be.
"I win!" Alice cheered, grinning excitedly and laying her hand of
cards out over the table.
I tossed my remaining cards down and pushed back from the table.
"Big fucking surprise." Alice had won every hand of cards we'd
played since it had begun raining—which was approximately four days
"When do you think we can leave?" Bella said to neither of us in
particular, picking up the cards and shuffling them into order.
I held my hand up and eyed my skin suspiciously before I muttered,
"I think my hands are pruning just from sitting out here. This
sucks," I concluded with a huff. Sure, we were used to torrential
downpours of Forks, but I could be spending it doing something fun
for a change.
My hand inspections were cut short by the sound of Jasper's car
pulling into the parking lot. The flash of anticipation and longing
covering Alice's features forced me to sigh, "Look Alice, just go,
there's no reason for all three of us to be here."
Bella's agreeable nod caused Alice's face to spread into a wide grin
before she began packing up her stuff. She paused only once to yell,
"Thanks guys! I owe you one," before she ran out the front gate.
The two of us spent the rest of the afternoon "working." Bella read
some girly Austen book while I listened to my iPod. Occasionally one
of us would hop up and see to the routine chores around the pool.
An hour before closing, Bella dropped her book on the table with a
loud thud, causing me to look up from the game I was playing. I was
surprised to see her staring at me, not moony or blushy or any of
those things she had always been toward me. She was looking at me
with narrowed eyes—contemplative.
"What?" I asked, curious and a little uncomfortable under her
Her eyes dipped at little when I spoke, the shy girl returning.
After a small sigh, she raised her eyes once again and this foreign,
apathetic Bella had returned. "This place is depressing me."
I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, yawning, "God I
know." My shirt lifted at the hem and upon feeling the blast of cool
air upon my skin, I cast a covert glance to Bella. She was
unabashedly looking at my stomach.
Yeah, that's more like her.
We eyed one another in silence for a minute, the atmosphere between
us growing heavy and significant. We had nothing to do. I was a male
with a love for orgasms and apparently, dry humping. She was a
female with a love for... well... me, and the ability to keep
certain activities secret and noncommittal. I had no idea what was
running through her mind, but I definitely knew what I was thinking
about. "So, my Volvo has air conditioning," I blurted. I dropped my
arms and felt my face flush, Bella seeming somewhat caught off guard
by my words.
Her eyes widened for a moment. Her tongue darted out to wet her
lips, and my pants tightened. At the sight of my shifting, her eyes
grew dark, and she stood, offering a breathy, "I could go for some
I had one hand wrapped around the leather of my seat, sticky under
my palm as I grasped it and held on for dear life. The other was
tentatively trailing down the soft, smooth flesh that ran the length
of her body. Who knew that the pale skin hidden under the baggy
shirts and frumpy sweaters was so alluring?
There were a lot of things I didn't know, though. Like that Bella's
tits weren't really small. They just weren't big, and if I were
being honest with myself, I liked it that way. I trailed my
fingertips over the two teardrop-shaped breasts, grazing her pink
nipples and fighting a groan as they bounced slightly with her
She was writhing on top of me, straddled over my hips, thrusting
onto my iron hard dick. I swear it couldn't get any harder. I was
probably bruising her. Her top was gone—the straps of her bathing
suit pulled down and pooled around her waist. All that remained
between the two of us was the thin layer of spandex that made up her
bathing suit bottom and my conspiratorially thin shorts.
When we were in the car like this, the spastic Bella from work and
school and real life didn't exist. Her body moved over mine
gracefully, rhythmically, intentionally, riding me slow and steady.
I on the other hand was a puddle of fucking goo. It was a battle to
not blow my load the minute she sat on my lap. As soon as she
lowered her warm body on top of mine I was done, but that was
just... not okay.
Experience or no, no one likes a premature ejaculator.
I'd taken to watching her while she rode me, her hair falling around
her shoulders, her lips parted just enough to get air, a light sheen
of sweat covering her forehead. She never spoke or made a sound. Her
eyes remained closed, her head tilted back lazily as she swayed and
pushed. The only time her expression changed was when she
came—quivering and forceful. During that fleeting moment Bella's
nose scrunched tightly, and she made an unpleasant face, like
something smelled bad or displeased her, but her mouth... her lips
curved upwards just a hint, and I knew... I knew she was falling
We'd been doing this for a while. Sneaking off to my car—the back
seat due to its lack of visibility—never speaking, just feeling and
doing. It was totally okay. It's not like we were having sex. It's
not like I was taking advantage of her or anything. No penetration.
The first time I'd started touching her, the guilt had returned, but
she'd surprised me by exposing herself without any pressure on my
part. It was a clear "go" sign that groping was allowed. In return,
I allowed her hands to wander my chest, caressing and scratching as
she grew closer to release. After a couple weeks, these meetings
grew comfortable and expected and routine.
But today had been different.
I'd barely made it to the car without touching her. In fact, I
hadtouched her, inside the pool supply room. She'd walked by me to
grab the chemical tests, and I'd placed my hand over hers. I had no
justification for doing so. We always avoided one another outside
the confines of my backseat, and yet... there her hand was, and
there was mine, drawn to it like a magnet. She'd yanked her hand
away as if touched by fire, and after she'd crossed the pool deck,
I'd stood in the same spot, pretending I couldn't feel the ghost of
her skin under my palm.
I'd barely made it to closing. I'd itched to feel her skin again,
had grown frustrated and tense as the clock had ticked on. I almost
hadn't made it to the car, and I definitely hadn't made it to the
back seat. Instead, I'd lunged to the passenger seat, pulling her
down on top of me and ignoring her surprised expression. Once she'd
settled down atop me, I'd closed the door, already hard and lifting
She writhed on top of me, pressing her damp body into my dick,
lolling her head backward elegantly. It was delicious and exquisite,
and my balls already felt that familiar tickle, but... it just felt
as though something was missing. So when I began to see the skin of
her nose tugging into a telling wrinkle, I ran my fingers down the
outer edge of her bathing suit. I then plunged them under, my
fingers twisting into the cramped confines of her bathing suit and
feeling her down there for the first time.
"Ugh," she grunted as I made contact.
My fingers almost stopped. Bella fucking grunted.
But instead of stopping, I moved them deeper, searching for skin and
flesh and more and believing that maybe that grunt was the missing
element I desired. I was rewarded with an arch of her back that made
her ass grind impossibly harder onto my dick, which, by the way, had
become impossibly harder at the sound of that grunt. Her petite
little tits were shoved in my face by then, and I salivated,
throbbing as I considered taking one of her pert little nipples into
my mouth. Her flushed skin led my eyes up her chest to her
collarbones, toward her throat, all stretched and taught, and then
her chin and gaping lips, hanging open as she panted in sharp
Then the unimaginable happened. I don't even know what came over me.
I think it was the grunt, the solitary, deep, grunt. I reached my
free hand up, the one that wasn't buried in her crotch, and ran it
to the back of her head, and then, holy fuck, I wound my fingers
around her neck and pulled her head to mine. My lips sought out her
semi-parted, close to orgasming mouth, and crashed it to my own. I
just...kissed her. I kissed her fucking hard and long and
I kissed her.
I thought she might pull away, but instead, she hummed a low purr
and thrust her soft tongue into my mouth, which I accepted greedily.
Her hands were in my hair then, tugging me closer as our breathing
hissed through our noses, our tongues pushing almost violently
against one another. Then it was my turn to grunt, and her knees
began shaking. We were sucking and pushing and pulling and hands
were everywhere, and we were going faster and harder and climbing
and plunging and...
And then because it was so good—she felt so, so good in my mouth and
on my dick, and her tits smashed against my chest and her flesh was
searing under my fingers—that I came so fucking hard beneath Bella
Swan, I was almost delirious.
High. Stoned. Baked. You name it—me and Bella were fried out of our
fucking minds as we sat on the large picnic table at the edge of the
pool property lines. Our legs swung as we leaned back on our palms,
Jasper and Alice having disappeared... somewhere. We were just
enjoying our buzz, the different shades of twilight playing in the
background. Every time my foot grazed Bella's, the sways of our legs
would falter, before quickly regaining a rhythm.
It made my toes tingle.
"Two years ago my family took a trip to New York City. Dad had a
conference, and my mom and I planned to do the whole touristy
sightseeing thing," Bella spoke suddenly.
I had no fucking clue what she was rambling on about. I figured it
was probably the weed we'd just smoked. She had a tendency when high
of getting entirely quiet before suddenly blurting out some random
comment. It was kind of... cute.
Twirling a lock of hair around her forefinger with a contemplative
expression, she continued, "Renee was so excited about going on the
big double-decker tour bus, you know the red ones all the tourists
ride around in?"
I nodded, but, no, I really didn't and was trying to still figure
out what the hell she was talking about.
Over the course of two months, Bella and I had made nine-and-a-half
trips to the back of my car. The one where Jasper's client pulled up
too close to me in the parking lot and forced us to duck down, hide,
and then leave, only counted for half. But that was the thing. I was
counting without realizing it and somewhere between the
nine-and-a-half visits to my car, I started to actually listen to
what Bella was saying.
"We were both really excited about going to see the Statue of
Liberty. It's just one of those things you have to see in person,
you know? Well, my mom and I were taking the ferry to Staten Island,
and we began to pass by... and wow." Her eyes were all glazed over
"Was it awesome?" I asked, actually caring for some reason.
"It was... no. It was kind of a letdown," she admitted with half a
"Really?" I asked.
Bella's eyes were kind of sad, and she was staring out over the deep
end in thought. The sight of her sadness made me want to put my hand
over hers... just to touch her. I wanted to pull her to me since she
seemed so far away. But I wasn't her boyfriend or even really her
friend, and I definitely wasn't the guy who touched people on the
hands just to make them feel better.
Our relationship was beginning to confuse me.
"Yeah," she continued. "I thought it was going to just be huge. In
my mind, it was the size of a skyscraper." She reached her hands up
into the air and made a gesture of how huge it should be. She
pointed high above the trees. "This, of course, is because I had
only seen it enlarged in photographs or television. In real life it
was just... it just didn't measure up to what I thought it'd be."
"So, it just wasn't what you expected?" I asked, trying to follow.
"No. Well, in some ways it was. I mean, it was beautiful and
significant, but really, it just didn't live up to the hype." She
shrugged again, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and gnawing
I tried to follow her train of thought. The only thing I could even
imagine comparing it to was the time I ate a dozen cupcakes on a
dare from Jasper. I threw up all over the kitchen counter, and my
mom made me clean it up. It was disgusting and kind of ruined them
for me forever. For some reason this didn't seem like the same thing
so I kept thatstory to myself.
Bella chose that moment to look at me, and while her lips were
turned up in a smile, her eyes remained sad. Something was
wrong—something about Bella was different. I couldn't put my finger
"It's just..." she sighed, "Edward, I need to be honest with you."
Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable and I wasn't even sure why. Why
was Bella talking to me like this? She was talking to me like we
were equals. Or even more—like she was in control.
I thought about her straddling me in the car and realized that, at
some point, Bella had taken control over me. Control over my stupid
horny-ass and orgasm, craving dick.
"Okay," I said cautiously, shifting in discomfort.
"It's no secret I've had a crush on you for years," she began, a
mild blush coloring the apples of her cheeks. "The whole town knows.
I know what you guys call me, and I even understand you not liking
me back. I do. I wasn't even that upset when you yelled at me that
day. Looking back on it I was being obnoxious and... simply
pathetic." She grimaced, clearly embarrassed by her behavior.
"And you," she continued, "You were never really a jerk. You could
have been so mean to me, like Tyler or Mike or any of the other guys
in the class, but really you we're just... indifferent. Which was
better than mean, so I want to thank you for that." She punctuated
this with a nod, her eyes still glazed and bloodshot as she leveled
me with her stare.
"Okay," I repeated, rubbing my forehead in confusion.
Talk about a backhanded compliment.
"I don't know if you know this," she ventured, her embarrassment
becoming more evident as she pinkened further. "But I was convinced
if you got to know me better, then you would grow to like me. Maybe
even fall for me." She laughed at the absurdity of her statement,
and I laughed nervously with her, running a hand through my hair and
struggling to free it from the tangles at the end. I eyed the gate
and briefly considered making a run for it. I didn't know why, but I
didn't like where this was heading. My palms grew sweaty and I
swallowed in quick succession.
"Of course, you didn't," she said as if it were the most obvious
thing ever. "But this summer, with everything that happened, at home
and here and between me and you... well, I guess I changed. I
realized something about the both of us."
"I realized that once I got to know you, the real you, the shine
wore off. The Edward Cullen I daydreamed about and doodled over on
my notebook was just that... a dream." She paused and looked at the
puzzled expression I had to be wearing. Quickly, she explained,
"You're still pretty nice and very cute but... well, it's like I
told you that day at my house, unless you have something to offer,
then why should I just settle? Other than the orgasms, which
truthfully can be provided by my own hand, everything else about you
is... a little lacking."
My jaw dropped at her words, mouth gaping. I only realized it when,
after a moment, she reached out and closed it gently with one of her
fingers. "Wait...what are you saying?" I asked, a little offended,
overcome with a emotion that made my stomach clench.
"I was just thinking," she confessed. "that being your backset
dry-fuck is really fun and all, but it's not really what I need
right now." She huffed, the hair around her face flying in a
delicate flutter at the puff. "I both had and was forced to watch
empty relationships with my harpy of a mother. I think… maybe I
deserve more from the relationships I can choose, you know?"
I have no idea how long I sat there, processing this information,
feeling this new emotion that made my skin burn and my stomach
churn. She didn't leave, but I kind of wished she would have. She
stayed next to me on the table, her legs swinging over the edge as
mine remained prostrate and still.
Alice and Jasper emerged from the shadows then and jumped into the
pool, splashing and playing, and the overwhelming emotion I had
watching them was one of jealousy. I was envious of the ease of
their relationship. They actually liked one another. I chewed on my
lip and considered Bella's little speech. I no longer knew if I
liked Bella or not. She wasn't whom I thought she was. She was
right... about deserving more. But I knew I couldn't offer it, and…
well it kind of pissed me off.
"Come get in the pool!" Alice called, Jasper splashing a tidal wave
of water in our direction. Bella giggled next to me, musical and
soft, and the annoyance I'd once felt toward her came rushing back.
"Fuck no. You know how I feel about getting into that fucking
cesspool," I barked, pretending I was irritated at them and not at
How dare she reject me.
Bella hopped off the table and shimmied off her shorts, giving me a
wide shot of her ass in a different, blue bathing suit. My eyes
betrayed me as they remained glued to her body and I knew my
eyebrows almost shot off my face when she pulled her shirt over her
head. Bella was wearing a two piece. Nothing revealing, still full
coverage. But the sight of her skin against the gray hues of dusk
She never would have worn something like that before me. Whatever
we'd been doing over the last weeks had given her something. Maybe
it was confidence. Maybe it was a lack of confidence. Maybe she was
just trying to get a rise out of me or prove me wrong or be the
nerdy girl who suddenly transformed into a woman over the span of a
summer. It didn't really matter what it was. What mattered was that
I'd been at least somewhat responsible and now she was taking it
That was my skin and my fingers itched to touch it.
"Yay!" Alice exclaimed, giddy as Bella joined her in the water. And
then I looked to Jasper—who was looking at Bella. In her new bathing
suit. And all that skin.
He looked past her and at me, waggling his eyebrows repulsively.
With that I was gone. I grabbed my shit and walked to the gate,
never looking back at my friends, the pool, or Bella as she emerged
from underneath the water, glistening and luminous and mine and not.
The last two weeks of August were both a blessing and a curse. My
family went on vacation for once, allowing me time and space from
the fiasco of my life. I used the fact that I'd worked all summer as
excuse enough to stay home. It was an easy ruse.
In reality, I couldn't see leaving the complete state of transition
I'd found myself in. Somehow over the summer, Bella Swan had gained
perspective, and I'd lost the little I thought I'd had. I had no
fucking clue what I was doing, thinking, or feeling—especially
The final week of summer was spent cleaning up and preparing to
close down the pool for the impending autumn. The three of us worked
side by side, scrubbing chairs, scraping the tiles and providing
general maintenance before Labor Day. The final blowout of the
season was a big party on Monday. All of Sunday afternoon was spent
in preparation. As much as I wanted to avoid Bella, I found myself
orbiting around her. I desperately wanted her to look at me, to
acknowledge me, to give me a shy look before darting off to the
Volvo for some "air conditioning."
But none of that was going to happen. Bella's words stung, and as
pissed as I was, I knew most of my bitterness stemmed from the
knowledge that she hadn't been completely off base about everything.
She had changed and it was seriously fucking with my head. School
was starting on Tuesday and I couldn't even imagine how our summer
relationship could have translated into the atmosphere of school,
real clothing, and our own social groups. It wasn't even thinkable.
I watched as she sprayed a hose, filling the baby pool up with
water. She was laughing with one of the kids, her head thrown back
as she chortled and snorted. It made a phantom and involuntary smile
tug at my own lips. She looked happy for the first time in weeks. My
smile eventually fell as a sharp pain addled my chest. It didn't
seem right that she could laugh like that when, after all the time
we'd spent together, I'd never been able to make her happy like
that. She, on the other hand, appeared perfectly content without my
My fists curled as I stalked away.
Later that day, I found myself sitting on the guard stand while
every kid in town showed up to swim. Near the end of the season,
management usually lowered prices in a last-minute attempt to get a
quick and easy profit. During adult swim, Bella and Alice got in to
play volleyball with Jasper and Garrett and some of the other kids
from school that had shown up.
"Wanna' play?" Jasper asked as he squinted up at me, twirling the
ball on his finger. No one looked surprised when I declined, instead
offering to take score from my post.
Bella was wearing her new little sporty bathing suit, jumping
around, splashing and playing and yeah, she was still a little
spazzy, but it just kind of gave her this fun character. I
eventually saw her flinch as the ball came flying near her head, her
spazziness on display once again. Mike batted it away, nudging her
shoulder playfully with his own.
My eyes narrowed as I saw her give him a little smile in thanks.
Their game continued and it grew rougher, laughter and dunking and
splashing filling the pool deck with the sounds of summer. I looked
on still as Garrett picked Bella up, his fingers wrapping tightly
around her ribs as he dunked her playfully beneath the surface of
the water. I reflexively blew my whistle at the sight of his grasp
on her skin.
All heads snapped up to my position, my glower fixed on Garrett. He
raised his eyebrows. "What the hell, Cullen?"
"No horseplay, you idiot," I ordered, keeping the venom low, but my
Confused, he dropped his hands and let Bella out of his grasp.
I tweeted my whistle again once she was released, and allowed,
This continued for a while. Garrett was handsy, but he spread it
around, coping feels on Jessica, Lauren and Bella while they played
in the water. I zoned out for a moment while pondering the variety
of ways in which I could break his fucking fingers when I was
smacked in the head by a stray serve. Pissed off, I caught the
bouncing ball, offered it a spiteful glare, and then swiftly tossed
it over the fence behind me. The group erupted into collective
"Boos" and "What the fuck's?" from the water at my tantrum.
That game needed to end before someone got a broken hand. And by
"someone," I meant Garrett. I was hopeful they would get out of the
water so I wouldn't have to watch the displays of hands and
splashing and blue-covered cleavage, but Jasper proceeded to pull
Alice underwater, reemerging with her small form perched upon his
"Chicken Fight!" Alice laughed as she wobbled on Jasper's wide
shoulders. "I dare any of you bitches to take us on!"
Lauren immediately jumped on Mike's back. Angela on Ben's. Rosalie
on Emmett's. Samantha on Tyler's. My stomach clenched as Garrett
looked back and forth between Jessica and Bella, thoughtful.
He wasn't looking at Bella like he normally did. No—he was looking
at Bella the way I did.
It appeared I wasn't the only one who noticed the changes in her.
I tugged my fingers through my hair and shifted restlessly in my
seat. My glare bored into the back of his head as I tried to send
him some kind of telepathic warning.
Pick Jessica, you fucker, or I will break your goddamn hands.
He ultimately offered Jessica an apologetic smile, lunging for Bella
who inspected him with wide eyes. His hands connected with the soft
flesh of her arms, preparing to hoist her up to his shoulders and
complete the circle of pairs. Pairs.Bella was being paired.
He touched her leg, and she smiled, laughing, and I probably would
have been fine watching that, grinding my teeth and bouncing my leg
like some crackhead going through withdrawals.
But then she touched him.
She put her hand on his shoulder to lift herself and rubbed a
little, and her lip got trapped between her teeth.
She looked him in the eye like she was settling and okay with it,
and I... I was standing, my hat was thrown to the side, my flip
flops were being slid off, and I was jumping, falling, flying,
dropping, crashing, sinking, tingling, kicking, thrusting, moving,
shoving, and then bursting forth with a forceful gasp of, "Bella's
with me." and finding myself emerging somewhere between the shallow
end and the deep end, and no.
The symbolism wasn't lost on me.
I opened my eyes to complete silence, every eye in the pool pointed
toward me as I stood, dripping into the water and flinging my wet
hair from my eyes. With varying degrees of shock and amusement, they
looked on and my gaze was fixed on Bella, whose jaw was slack, mouth
"You're in the pool," Jasper stated.
Ignoring him, I swam toward the group, determined and a little
desperate as my gaze glued itself to a pair of questioning and brown
eyes. Her hand was still resting on Garrett's shoulder when I
reached them. Only then did I break her stare, glaring at the soft
indentations her fingertips were making in his tanned flesh.
I waded closer, the water cresting my hips and spoke in a low, even
tone, "hands off."
Confusion filled both their faces, and Garrett laughed off my
demand, "What's the big deal Cullen, it's just Bella."
Bella shifted in the water, her hands dropping into the depths of
the water. She was hurt by the comment but instead of becoming meek
and withering she leveled her hurt eyes at me, "What? Now you'rethe
Cockblocker, Edward? How ironic."
Anger and humiliation were building inside me. Everyone was
watching. I mean everyone. Not only was I in the pool, I was making
a scene. The pool moms and the pool pissers and Rosalie and Jalice—they
were all looking at me with interest. Bella had an eyebrow raised in
question, and suddenly it became overwhelmingly apparent that our
secret adventures were one moment away from no longer being secret.
Oddly enough, I didn't care. Not about what they were thinking, or
that Alice's eyes were about to pop out of her head, or that Garrett
was looking at my clenched fists warily. I reached my hand out to
her and willed her to accept it, to accept me—to find me worthy.
"Will you be my..." I started but paused, swallowing back fear while
I pushed the others out and became lost in her deep, warm eyes,
"partner? Jasper needs an ass kicking."
Bella's lips turned upwards and the heat spreading across her chest
let me know she understood. "Do you think you have what it takes to
partner up with me? I have pretty high standards." Her fingers were
trailing in the water, and the way she shifted her hips made my
I closed the gap between us until I towered over her. "You do, but I
think I'm up to the challenge." I caught one of her hands and pulled
her closer, until I could feel her bare stomach against my own.
"I think you are too," she agreed while her fingertips feathered
over my skin and around my back. Then before I could react, we were
having a moment, like one of those damn Disney Efron movies, where
the guy and the girl kiss in front of the whole school, but instead
it was the pool and all the fuckers around me weren't dancing (thank
god), and I was waist deep in contaminated water and even though I
wasn't embarrassed by her, I just didn't want to share her or her
skin or her lips or the way her nose scrunched up when she—
"Stop thinking so much," Bella whispered, and I snapped out of my
mental ramblings to find her staring at me intently, waiting for me
to make the move.
Which I did.
Amongst the crowd, the gasps and the shocked laughter that was how
I, Edward Cullen, showed everyone how I felt about Isabella "Cockblocker"
Swan at the end of the summer, two days before the start of our
I pulled the Volvo into the parking lot, slid into a spot and killed
Tiny dots of rain fell on the windshield, and I looked at the
raincoat covered bodies as they trudged into school. I banged my
head lightly on the cool leather of the steering wheel and whined,
"I miss summer already."
A soft hand twisted into my own and I peered at the girl in the
passenger seat. Her amused smile made me smile in return, "It's been
one day Edward."
"I know," I acknowledged, "but, I had to get up before eight, and I
didn't even get to see you in your bathing suit."
Bella removed her fingers from my hand and threaded them into the
back of my hair and pulling me eye level. "If we have a good day
maybe I can reward you later," she bargained, placing a quick kiss
on my mouth.
A loud knock rapped on the window and we both jumped before seeing
Alice's hooded face peering inside. "I saw that!" she called though
the glass, "Meet you inside!"
I made an effort to glare at her, even if I didn't mean it, and
Bella just waved her off with a smile and a nod. I turned my back to
Alice and realized Bella was studying me intently, "Are you ready?"
she asked, although her nerves were apparent.
"Definitely," I responded, even though deep down I was a little
curious what would be said and where we would sit and how we would
act the minute we got out of the car.
She dropped her eyes and I saw a glimmer of the old Bella sitting
before me, shy and uneasy, "Are you sure this is what you want? We
can go back to..."
I ran my hands though my hair, and I felt my face heat and my
stomach drop, "Damn it Bella! I'm not going anywhere—you're stuck
with me. Did you see me the other day? I got in that disgusting
urine infested water and kissed you —in front of Alice and Rosalie
Hale and that fucker Garrett, who seriously, if he even talks to you
today I'm going to kick his ass," I shouted, causing several people
to look in the direction of the car. "Don't you get it? We can never
Her blush intensified but her lips curved upward, and she said, "No,
I suppose we can't."
With one final kiss for luck or assurance, we both reached for our
handles, and I pointed to hers on the door handle and directed,
"Wait," which she did.
I hopped out of the car and ran around the side, opening hers like a
gentleman. I tugged her out and held her hand for everyone to see.
Because we were no longer hiding or pretending, but just being real.
"Bella," I said as we took our first steps onto the sidewalk in
front of the school, "now that we're a couple, and in a
relationship, does that mean we can start meeting somewhere more
comfortable than my car? Not that I mind but…"
Shrugging, she began, "Well, we could go to my house, if you want to
get shot. Or we could go to your house, if you want to get The
Doctors STD and birthcontrol talk. Or... well, there's always the
pool..." she trails off with a smirk.
I think my balls cringed a little.
"Well, at least when I get shot, The Doctor can patch me up while
giving the sex talk," I reasoned.
Even love has its limits when it comes to pissy cesspools.
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