"Off The Page" Contest
Pen Name: TRDancer
Title: Summer Girl
Book/Written Work: Gossip Girl Series by Cecily von Ziegesar
Summary: Bella has always thought that her future was set in stone, but could one defining party and one gorgeous boy change everything? AU/AH, One-shot, Lemon. Written for the "Off The Page" Contest.
Word Count: 2223
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Summer Girl
Prologue
Bella has always thought that her future was set in stone, but could one defining party and one gorgeous boy change everything? AU/AH. Continuation of the one-shot written for the "Off the Page" Contest.
Hey there, summer boy
Let's go for a drive
Take me for a ride
--Lady Gaga, Summerboy
School's out for the summer, boys and girls! It's the moment you've all been waiting for, time to move your private school uniform to the back of your closet and break out your designer shades, mini sundresses, and Havaianas flip flops. It's the season for vacations to the Hamptons, parties that last all night long, tanned skin, and those hot boys that seem to enjoy running along the surf just for us girls to watch.
But while it might all seem like fun and games to someone on the outside, drama is stirring underneath the surface. Yes, you heard me right, we haven't left it all in the classroom—and really, would life be fun if we had?
B and J are still going strong—but for how much longer? There's a new boy in the Hamptons, and he's eyeing B up. With J off in the Bahamas with his parentals, B is practically on the market. What J doesn't know won't hurt him, right?
The scrumptious newcomer is also the host of the number one party on the beach; the kick-off for the entire summer. This party defines this summer's who's hot and who's not, so if you're not there...well, sorry, honey, but you're not. This party determines the summer's relationships—which couples we're all going to be ooh'ing and ah'ing over—at least until fall shows it's ugly face and back to real life we go.
So I hope to see you there tonight—not that you'll know it's me. But I'll see you if you're worth seeing, don't worry about that. I'm always watching—and I'll be watching very closely this summer. It's going to be a hot one!
xoxo,
Gossip Girl
Isabella Swan—referred to as Bella by anyone who knew what was good for them—slammed her Macbook Air shut, giving it a contemptuous glare.
Bella officially hated Gossip Girl, whoever that God damned person even was.
What right did GG have to say that Bella was on the market? Because she wasn't, not at all. Bella was convinced she was going to marry Jacob one day, and they were going to have perfect little children that would grow up living perfect lives on the Upper East Side, just like Jake and Bella had. It was Bella's ultimate fantasy, and it was within her grasp already. Why would she ever deign to ruin that by hooking up with some random boy that she'd never see again in her life?
I can think of a few reasons.
Bella sighed and stretched out in her white leather office chair, flexing her French pedicured toes and letting her brown Lacoste flip flops—much more chic than Havaianas, as Bella had been informed only yesterday by her best friend and partner in crime, Alice—fall onto the impeccably smooth tile floor.
Suddenly the air around Bella seemed to become muggy and hard to breathe in, though it was chilled to the perfect temperature by expensive air conditioning technologies. Even knowing this, Bella's breathing pattern still changed and she began to feel a bit nauseous. She stared blankly up at the ceiling, but it seemed to be coming straight down at her, moving closer and closer and closer until it would finally squish her like an annoying mosquito and—that's it, she thought. I need to get outside for some fresh air.
Bella stood up and brushed off the seat of her bright blue Guess board shorts. She headed over to the sliding glass door leading from her bedroom onto a beachside deck, sliding her D&G sunglasses out of her messy brown curls and over her eyes instead. Bella made a quick adjustment to the strap of her bikini top, slid the door open easily, and stepped out into the sunshine.
Taking in a deep breath, Bella smiled, happy to be out of the claustrophobic pastel purple and white cavern she called her room. It had been decorated by Bella and her father many years ago, when they had first purchased the beach house, and when Bella's parents had still been together. Back then, Bella had loved purple, ponies, and princesses. Now that was all in the past, and purple was definitely not this season's in colour, just like Renee and Charlie Swan were not Hollywood's in couple of the moment.
Bella crossed the deck to the railing and hopped up onto it. It was made exceptionally wide at this part, so that she could lie down on it and stare at the surf. She did just that.
She hadn't had it custom built for nothing.
It looked like it would have been a good day for surfing if Bella did that sort of thing. In fact, Bella was sure she could see someone riding a wave in at that very moment. She squinted, trying to determine whether or not it was someone she knew. She sat up and leaned closer as he reached the beach and hopped off of his board, shaking out his short, brownish-red hair.
Just then he turned his head to look directly at Bella and Bella realized that it was most definitely not someone she knew—which was very rare in this area of the Hamptons. Everyone knew everyone and everyone made everyone's dirty little secrets their business around here. It was just part of life, whether in Manhattan or here.
The boy, however, seemed to recognize Bella, as he smiled and started to jog over to her. Bella's grip on the railing tightened and her eyes widened. What was he doing?
"Hey," he said when he'd made it across the sand. "Bella Swan, right?"
Bella nodded. "Who are you?"
"I'm Edward Cullen," he answered, holding out a hand for her to shake. "My family's beach house is next door."
"Oh." She hesitantly took his hand and shook it lightly. Was this the newcomer that had been in this morning's Gossip Girl article?
He dropped her hand and shoved both of his own into his cut-off Diesel jeans, pulling them even lower on his hips and shifting his weight onto the balls of his feet. Bella stared at the two lines that were forming a 'V' in his skin, leading downwards past the top of the dark wash denim. She remembered that Jacob had those lines too, but for some reason she had never found them so fascinating.
"Are you coming to the party tonight?" Edward asked, breaking Bella's concentration and bringing her focus back to his face.
"Of course." Bella flashed Edward her best dazzling smile.
Before Edward could say anything else Bella's iPhone buzzed in her pocket and she took it out, smiling apologetically at Edward before reading the text.
B—See you in two! –A
"I have to go. I'll see you tonight though, right? You're the one hosting, or am I going crazy?"
Edward gave Bella his best dazzling smile, which was about the force of one million diamonds glittering underneath a gigantic UV lamp. "I'm the host, yeah. See you later." So he is the newcomer GG mentioned. And he's been eyeing me? What is that supposed to mean?
Edward turned and started to run back across the sand toward his surfboard. Bella sat and watched him for a moment longer before hopping off the railing and heading back inside to meet Alice for their pre-party primping ritual.
~*~
Edward leaned against the railing of his balcony and took a sip of his beer, scanning the growing crowd on the beach below him for a head of brown curls. He had no particular interest in anyone else tonight, only her.
Bella Swan.
He was well aware of the fact she had a boyfriend, but it didn't matter to him. It was summer. Summer didn't have the same rules the school year did when it came to relationships. The boyfriend was of no consequence to Edward. After all, he wasn't here. Edward was.
Poor Jakey-boy.
Edward searched the crowd below again to no avail. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair and took another swig of his beer. Where was that girl? She'd said she would be here, and it was nearing one already.
Edward had finally decided to go downstairs and actually look for her, maybe ask around, when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He jumped, dropping his beer right off the balcony, and spun to see who it was.
Standing at the foot of his bed and looking pretty comfortable there in her bright yellow Versace bikini stood Bella Swan, looking at him curiously, her head tipped slightly to the right.
Edward didn't move. He just stood and stared at her. As he did so, her cheeks coloured slightly, barely noticeable, but definitely there.
Bella walked over to Edward. Neither of them gave any thought to the party that was still raging on wildly below them. On the balcony they were in their own little bubble, almost a different world.
"What were you doing up here all by yourself?" Bella asked quietly, leaning sideways against the railing and flipping her straightened hair over her shoulder.
"I was looking for you, actually," Edward admitted, leaning against the railing as well. "I didn't know you were going to come to me."
Bella grinned wryly. "I thought this was the washroom. I was just going to leave, but then I saw you..."
Edward nodded as if he completely understood the logic of coming up to the second floor to find a washroom. Bella sighed and shifted position so that her body was facing out over the party. Edward followed suit.
Bella stared at Edward's exposed arm and wondered what it would be like to run her fingers up and down it. Somehow, she found herself doing just that, her warm fingers against his cold skin. He turned to look at her, searching her face for what exactly she was intending, wondering what she wanted.
Edward recognized this as his in and reached up with his opposite arm to touch her face, sliding his fingers into her hair and bringing her closer until their lips were touching. Bella responded immediately, grabbing onto his hair and forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Then, just as instantly, she was on the other side of the balcony, her face distressed.
"I can't do this. I have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend," she repeated it several times, like a mantra, before Edward interrupted her.
"He's not here."
Bella's head snapped up and she stared at him. "What?"
"He's not here," Edward repeated. Bella continued to stare at him blankly. "Think about it, Bella. You want this. I want this. We're never going to see each other again." Edward took a few steps toward her, and pressed his lips to hers again.
She didn't pull away.
Instead, she grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and yanked upwards, pulling it over his head and throwing it to the side before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. He lifted her up so that her legs were around his waist and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it carefully. He untied the string on her bikini top and pulled it off. Bella reached for the button on his jeans as he worked her bikini bottoms down. They both fell in puddles on the floor and Edward rolled over top of Bella, pushing himself into her.
And that was only the first time.
~*~
Bella woke up when it was still dark outside, the sky the navy colour of the early morning. Edward was breathing softly beside her, one arm lying protectively over her naked back. The music had stopped, but Bella could hear a few stray partygoers still laughing downstairs.
Bella pushed Edward arm off of her and wriggled out of the bed. She quickly put her bikini back on and headed for the door, allowing herself only one guilty glance back at Edward's sleeping form before she left, never to see him again.
She hoped.
~*~
Edward woke up much later, when the sun had reached the bed and was shining directly in his eyes. He sat up groggily and looked around for Bella before realizing she was gone. He slumped back in the bed, disappointed. But it was as he had expected, really.
One night was almost too much to ask from a girl like Bella.
~*~
Spotted: E and B in E's room doing the dirty by about fifty different drunk people who have problems with choosing the correct door. It's a little sad, actually. If you want the proof, I have the emails and texts, as well as the people behind them. I also have a camera phone video of E entering B (it's great, trust me), but I won't be distributing that. Could you all refrain from sending me those in the future? Thanks.
So will we be seeing more of this couple this summer? Are B and J over? Only time can tell.
Good thing we've got lots of that.
xoxo,
Gossip Girl
I wrote a melody all about a girl like a summer breeze
I'll never see her again
--Stereos, Summer Girl