Friends or More?
The characters do not belong to me. Stephanie Meyers is the owner of the Twilight characters.
I felt so exhausted. I didn't manage to get any sleep last night due to Charlie snoring across the hall and I was just too restless. I found myself to be very anxious for school even though I knew it was going to be a drag.
Jacob was waiting for me by the end of the hallway, like always. He was my best friend and we did almost everything together. He wasn't necessarily the nicest guy in school because of the way he treated other people. He has always treated me differently, in a good way. He's a pretty tall guy, very muscular, and has russet-colored skin. That comes from his Quileute background. Now back to those muscles. I specifically remember counting an eight-pack on his stomach. Can you say, wow? I always have a tendency to gawk at his muscular build, not realizing I'm doing it. I've always had a large crush on Jake which has recently been growing.
As soon as I seen my very handsome best friend, faithfully waiting around for me, he met my gaze. A smile slowly spread across his face. He has always had such a beautiful smile. The way his full lips stretched out over his sparkling white teeth. The way his eyes are so tiny they nearly close when he smiles so big. His smile was growing even larger at my answering smile. I was beginning to wonder when his face would start to ache.
"Hey, Bella, I was just waiting for you." Jacob shouted out the obvious.
"Hey, Jake, I already knew that. You just can't resist me, can you?" I laughed at the thought. He honestly had no idea how much I wished my words were true.
"Now Bella, how did you know that?" Jake teased. "You look really pretty today, not that you don't look pretty every day." He laughed timidly. It was so sweet.
I hate it so much when he compliments me like this. I get assaulted by butterflies and my heart races. After my momentary heart attack (literally), I would just brush it off by telling him that he is ridiculous. However, I did put some effort into today's ensemble.
I was wearing a pair of low rise, skinny, blue jeans that hugged my hips. I topped it off with a curve hugging, blood red, cotton shirt. It was long sleeved with a v-neck though; Forks' weather was not bearable enough for a revealing tank top. My hair held a little more wave than usual. I finished off the look with my black, ballet flats. Honestly, I didn't see anything that special about the outfit.
"Jacob, why must you tease me with your oh so sweet compliments that I just cannot resist?" I teased, hoping he couldn't see right through me.
"Bells, I can't help it. When I see a girl looking good, I'm going to tell her, especially if that girl is my beautiful best friend." He said this in a kind and serious tone that made me blush. My heart started to race as I stared into his deep, chocolate, brown eyes. I hated how true his statement was, about him hitting on girls, he happens to be very popular with the school skanks. I gritted my teeth at the thought of some other girl touching him.
By this time, we had already made our way into English and had taken our seats in the back of the class. We sit next to one another in every class we share. I never see it as enough time to be with him though.
We have English 3, our first period; Biology, our third period; and Spanish 1, our fourth period together. We also sit together during lunch with a few of our other friends. Many people in our school take notice to all the time we spend together and question us on our relationship. It always makes me blush when someone asks us if we're dating because I want so badly to say yes.
The tardy bell rang in our first period as Mr. Thompson, our somewhat oblivious teacher, strolled into the classroom with an antique television set. We're having a movie day. This is going to be interesting. I always look forward to movie days because I have this little fantasy of Jacob making a move on me when the lights go out. It's impossible and stupid, I know.
"I wonder what movie we're going to watch," whispered Jake. I just shrugged, not knowing or really caring. I would be too focused on Jake sitting right next to me to pay attention to the film.
As if hearing Jake's question, Mr. Thompson announced that we will be watching The Scarlett Letter.
The lights were shut off a few moments later and suddenly, everyone else in the room vanished. Well, they didn't actually leave but the only person I could feel, see, and even smell, was Jake. I had the strongest urge to reach over and touch him.
My heart started to race as I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Jake slouch in his chair and brought him closer to me. He was now eye level with me. When I glanced over to see what he was doing, he winked at me with a smile playing around his lips. My heart fluttered and I could feel my face heating up. Good thing the lights were off. As if that wasn't enough to send my emotions into over drive, he moved again, slightly, and nestled his hand underneath my hair on the back of my chair.
Not making the conscious decision to move, I found myself sliding down into a comfortable position where my head and neck were resting in his big, warm hand. He glanced over at me in the dark and smirked. He began to lightly brush the back of my neck with his fingertips. He never took his eyes off of me while he did it. He sighed, seeming very content, as was I. My eyes began to flutter closed, I wasn't falling asleep, the contact felt so nice that I couldn't help but relax completely.
I'm not sure how long we sat there like that but I felt his hand move slightly down onto my right shoulder. He inched closer to me in his seat so that he could reach better. He started working on the muscles in my shoulder gently, adding firm pressure while I relaxed into his side. Thank goodness we had the very back seats of the classroom. I was positive that easy going Mr. Thompson would not appreciate our close proximity.
The movie ended way too soon, naturally. The lights, soon, flashed back on and I realized that we only had five minutes left of class. Reluctantly, Jake moved away flashing me a sweet and flirty smile. I blushed, of course.
When the bell rang, Jake led me out of class and walked me to the only class period I had without him, gym. It was, by far, the worst part of my day. He poked me a couple of times in my side and then departed. I could sense something different with Jacob. I don't know if it's just my imagination or if he has been very contemplative and not himself today. I'm not complaining but I can feel a change in the winds approaching me and my best friend.
Gym was excruciating! My class had to play basketball today and I was hit multiple times and fell repeatedly. Wow, I am a loser.
I was so relieved to be going to lunch. I wasn't hungry though. I was kind of anxious to see what other surprises Jake would have in store for me when I arrived.
I found him sitting in our usual spot in the middle of the cafeteria with a group of our friends. He was deep in conversation with his friend, James. I didn't personally know the guy that well but he and Jake seemed to get along and he was never rude or pushy with me, like most guys here, so I didn't mind him. Jacob looked up when he noticed me walking toward him and reached up to grab my wrist and pulled me into his lap.
I was a little flabbergasted. This was definitely NOT like my Jacob. I was frozen because I had no idea what has gotten into him.
"How's it hanging, Bells? Did you miss me?" He teased me.
"You have no idea but if you don't mind me asking, what in the world has gotten into you today?" I asked skeptically.
I felt him shrug around me as he started tickling me. I had to pinch him a couple of times to make him stop. I was laughing so hard I was afraid I might pee myself. I'm sure he wouldn't appreciate that too much.
"What, do you have a problem with the way I'm behaving?" He asked me with mock innocence while batting his thick eye lashes at me. Since he didn't plan to give me any answers, I took that as my cue to move. I tried to get up and take the seat next to him. I tried…and failed. As soon as he realized what I was doing, he forced me back down again. I fell into his lap pretty roughly. I thought I hurt him with the impact because he jumped slightly and hissed. It serves him right.
"Oh, Jake, I'm sooo sorry. Did I hurt you? Well good! Now let me go." I spat at him in a sarcastic tone.
"No, no, Bells, I'm great. I've never been better. I hope you don't think you can break away that easily." He said this with excitement in a seductive manner.
I looked around nervously. "Jacob Black, you are going to get us into trouble!" I pushed.
"Relax, Bella. You worry way too much. I'll protect you." He purred. Yea because I was so worried about someone hurting me, I thought sarcastically. I was more worried about an administrator seeing us like this and telling Charlie. He might love Jake to death but I don't think he would like it too much if he were to find out that I was sitting on Jake's lap in the middle of a lunchroom.
I did enjoy being this close to him more than I wanted him to know, so I just played it off like it wasn't fazing me as much as it really was.
He started to bounce me on his knee as if I were a five year old again, sitting on her Grandpa's lap. I just rolled my eyes at him.
I was even less hungry now as my stomach was occupied by butterflies at the moment but I knew that if I didn't eat something, I would regret it later. I just picked off Jake's tray and ate some of his tater tots.
The bell ringing made me jump up.
I took the momentary release from Jacob to make a run for it. I really needed to put myself back together before I sat next to him in Biology. My emotions were a little out of whack right now. He didn't seem to notice when I disappeared at first. James had occupied his attention.
I rushed into the classroom ahead of everyone else and found that I was not alone.
Edward Cullen was already in his seat, gazing out the window. I don't think he noticed my entrance. Edward was one of the more handsome guys in the school, aside from Jacob. When I wasn't with my best friend and Edward was in my line of sight, I would try to unravel his inhuman beauty. I would memorize his features and imagine touching them. It was quit pathetic if you ask me. I couldn't help it though. He had the most amazing tousled, bronze hair, piercing green eyes, and he was tall. He wasn't nearly as muscular as Jacob but I could place the folds of the muscles he did have. He was just so beautiful. My marveling was interrupted by Jacob's husky voice.
"Hey, Bella, there you are. I was looking for you. Why did you run off so quickly?" He asked, following my gaze to Edward, who was now, watching me. I looked down to hide my red complexion and rushed to my seat. I didn't look back up to see if Edward had looked away or possibly, even laughing at me.
"No reason, I was only trying to avoid the crowd and you were talking with James again so I didn't interrupt." I told him, hoping he would just drop it.
He took his seat next to me and, just like in first period; he placed his hand right behind my head on the back of my chair. He was sitting there looking at me with a funny expression. Actually he was looking at my hair. Suddenly, he leaned in and slowly inhaled my scent of strawberry shampoo. I froze. Was he seriously sniffing my hair? Yea, I and he are in serious need of a talk. He moved away again and grinned at me. I eyed his suspiciously.
"Bella, you smell amazing. I just thought I'd let you know." He said it like it was an everyday greeting.
"Jacob, why in the hell did you just sniff me?" I wasn't trying to be rude but it kind of came out like I was. I was afraid I had offended him but he just laughed his throaty laugh and shrugged.
"I don't know. I just thought you smelled good and wanted to tell you." The way he said it and the way he looked at me made my heart flutter and my breath hitch. Everyone had started filling into the room after our little scene and class started.
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When school was finally over, Jake and I hopped into my old, Chevy, truck and headed to my house. I had picked him up this morning because he didn't have gas. He would be driving tomorrow though.
Charlie wouldn't be home until around seven so Jake agreed to hang out at the house for a little while. Any chance of alone time I get with him, I take advantage of.
As soon as we walked through the door, he walked into my living room while I trailed behind him. I took my place on the couch and waited as he picked out a movie to watch. I'm not sure which one he put in and I really didn't care; I would be watching him most of the time anyway. How pathetic am I?
Jake came and sat right beside of me on the sofa. He was no more than two inches away from me. He never usually sat this close to me but I was not about to protest. I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to without having to just get up. I was pinned in between him and the far end of the couch. When the movie finally started, he casually placed his arm behind my head. I acted like I didn't notice. Then, as he turned toward me, I could feel that change in the wind I had mentioned earlier, blowing right in my face.
"So, Bella," he purred, "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" He seemed to be amused at this thought. Before I had a chance to think about what I was going to say, other than no, the words escaped my eager lips all too soon and I began to babble.
"No, but seriously, what has gotten into you? You're never this," words failed me, "close. I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't mind. You can do whatever you want, I don't care." I gulped loudly. Why is he doing this to me?
Then, when I thought he couldn't surprise me anymore, he did.
"Well, in that case," he smiled a mischievous grin and turned to face me on the couch. He removed his arm from around me and placed it on my knee cap. I broke away from his gaze long enough to follow his hand and looked back at him nervously. I wasn't uncomfortable but I was getting too excited. He better not be playing with me or he will pay. Then, as if to prove that he's not joking around, he firmly cupped my knee and slid it slightly further up my thigh. My breath hitched and my body started reacting in places that shouldn't be reacting. He noticed the increase rate in my breathing and started smiling from ear to ear from getting a rise out of me. It reminded me of when the little brother is trying to annoy his older sister and finally succeeds when she screams out at him telling him to shut up and go away. He moved his hand a little further up my thigh and my eyes hooded from his touch.
He snickered, "Bella, I didn't think you would let me get this far. You should probably tell me to stop soon…or I won't. However, you do seem to be enjoying yourself rather thoroughly." He seemed pleased by this idea. I couldn't speak. I didn't want to for fear of my voice betraying me. I was also afraid of what to say. I didn't want him to stop by no means but I knew that if I didn't, we would get carried away. I had no idea he would even consider doing something like this with me of all people. I also knew that if I didn't stop him, he would know how bad I wanted him and it might make shit weird.
What am I talking about? If we do this, shit will be weird. I just don't know what to do. I'm torn by my emotional and physical craving I feel for Jake and by the part of me that is known to be his best friend.
"Bells, baby," he just called me baby…I stifled a moan at the sound of him saying that word; "you need to tell me what you want me to do. I can't read your mind…but if you would like for me to go off of body language…well, I'm okay with that." He said seductively. He was making it sound like I started this whole mess when it was him. I never even signaled for him to do anything. I'm so confused right now. Of course, my hormones and voice betrayed me once again with the next words that came out of my mouth.
"Do whatever you want. I trust you." I said in a shaky voice, trying to act like it wasn't fazing me. He seen right through me and I could tell by the way he smiled and looked at me with a dark, lustful gaze that made me weak.
I was breathing too heavy so I knew I failed at my nonchalance miserably.
He smiled and looked down to my leg where his hand was resting. He started moving his hand down my thigh, applying more pressure as he slid closer to his destination.
Suddenly, he took that hand and places it behind my waist and pulled me closer to him so that my back was facing him on the couch. I wasn't sure if I should move or what I should do so I let him guide me. He pulled me into his lap and wound his arms around my waist. I automatically relaxed in his embrace. He began to move my hair off of my right shoulder and tilt my head to the side. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. It gave me goose bumps. He rested his chin on my shoulder and placed a teasing, wet kiss right underneath my ear. I shivered and tried to hold back a moan. He placed his left hand on the bottom of my thigh and pulled my leg into my stomach. He took his other hand and did the same thing on with my right leg, spreading them open. I started panting when I felt his warm hands slide down my thighs and stop right before my very sensitive spot in between my legs.
I'm sure that he could almost feel the heat radiating through my jeans as he inched closer.
"Are you nervous, yet, Bella? I'm getting closer…" The smile on his face told me that he was about to make a big move.
Well, he confirmed my suspicions as, he ever so lightly, dragged his middle finger from the bottom of the seam all the way to the top of the seam resting directly in between my legs. He crossed over a very sensitive spot and my body jerked at the same time that I moaned.
At that time, there were many different thoughts running through my mind. I was afraid of losing my best friend because I wouldn't be able to face him after this and I was afraid of telling him to stop because I thought I might internally combust. But before I made a conscious decision to speak, my mind chose the smarter route to go.
"STOP!" I screamed. I can't let this get any further. I have to stop this right now before we lose everything we have ever had. I wanted to punch myself for doing it but I have to admit, his reaction to my random outburst was priceless.