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Bella

I glance nervously at the clock for like the 50th time in the past 10 minutes alone. Just one more hour. I look back at my reflection in the dresser mirror. I've been standing here for three hours and I've made absolutely no progress. There is nothing to wear. My first date is in less than one hour and right now I'll be sitting across from my new boyfriend dressed in baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Ok I'm officially freaking out. I grab my only dress and pull it over my head for the third time today. They say the third time's the charm and they sure as heck better be right as far as I'm concerned. Maybe I'm being just a little unreasonable. Does it really matter what I'm wearing? He will probably like anything as long as I'm the one wearing it? Of course it matters. He's a senior for goodness sake! A wave of nausea attacks me with the force of a stampede and I fall down on my bed. He's a senior. Oh. My. Gosh. I'm going out with a senior. Not only is he a senior, he is the totally gorgeous starting quarterback. How am I supposed to compete with cheerleaders and volleyball players of all people? Every girl in the school is after him and I'm going to look like the freak freshman who can't even dress right for a date. I can't do this. Yes you can, now get your but off this bed and finish getting ready.

I take a deep breath and stand back in front of the mirror. With one quick glimpse at the clock, I almost find myself hyperventilating on my bed again. Only 15 minutes left. Although this dress is not very flattering on me, I leave it on. I only have fifteen, now fourteen, minutes to do my hair and makeup.

After getting my hair stuck in the curling iron twice and screwing up my mascara on both eyes, I'm finally ready. I sprint down the stairs taking them two at a time and make it to the living room without a minute to spare. I look out the window completely expecting Jacob to pull in right on time with a huge grin on his face. Sadly, that wasn't quite the case. Instead, my same old boring driveway sat uninhabited. He's probably just running a little late but that's ok. A little quiet time to prepare myself can't really hurt, right? I lay down my purse and sit in the recliner right by the window my eyes fixed on the driveway.

My mom's familiar voice awakens me from my trance.

"Honey, it's been an hour, I don't think Jacob's coming."

I love my mom to death, but sometimes she is just plain annoying. Of course Jacob will be here. There's no way he would just leave me hanging right? He's the one who asked me in the first place. Maybe his car broke down on the way or he got sick at the last minute. Or maybe he's ditching you. Before my face can portray the new doubt flowing through my mind, I force a smile and try to find my voice.

"He'll be here mom; he's just running late."

"Whatever you say Bella, I'm going to bed."

Despite the tears starting to brim over in my eyes, I can't help but giggle. My mom is my best friend but she is definitely one of the craziest people I know. She has the energy of a puppy and is usually begging me to do things with her unlike most moms who are satisfied with a book for hours. No she has the attention span of a 5 year old boy with ADHD. Unless she is constantly stimulated, she will drive you crazy. This probably explains why my dad is at work all the time these days…

I hadn't realized I was asleep until a loud knock pounds violently in my ears.

"BELLA OPEN UP! "

Excitement surges through my veins as I hear the most fabulous voice in the world. The perfect blend of rough bad boy and southern gentlemen. The voice that could only belong to one person…Jacob. Before he can say another word, I'm standing in the doorway with the dorkiest grin painted on my face. I stare into his eyes and completely lose all train of thought. Only one thought repeats itself in my mind. Wow!

"Hey Bella, I know I'm like 2 hours late and all but I was wondering if you would still like to hang out, since the movie is probably over by now."

Isn't that voice the most beautiful sound in the whole world? I wish he would keep talking just so I could hear it over and over again. Wait, did he just ask me something???

"Umm sure of course" I'd do anything for you, Mr. Senior Quarterback with the most beautiful voice known to man.

He leads the way to his car and I can't help but stare. His arms are completely exposed by a white cut-off t-shirt leaving his muscles in plain view. They are just so big. And let's not forget his legs. They are so long and full; complimented perfectly by his denim jeans. I want so much to just grab them and squeeze. Snap out of it! I pull myself together just in time. Right then, Jacob turns his head and smiles. His smile is sweet, but there is something off about it. His eyes are on fire, like there is an animal trapped inside them. He even seems to have a look of anticipation, but for what? Before I can continue that thought, Jacob opens my door and gestures for me to get in. He's such a romantic.

"Bella?"

I look up from seat and see that he hasn't moved and inch. Why isn't he getting in the car?

"Um…yeah?"

"Is it ok if we go to my place?"

His voice seems to have just a little too much excitement in it. As if he has planned for us to go to his place this whole time, but why would he do that? His parents will be around the entire time.

"Yeah that sounds fine, but won't your parents be bugging us the whole time"

"Nah, they are out of town tonight, so we can have some real fun."

If any one of my friends had said this, I would have thought nothing of it. I'd probably even be excited, but right now, all I want to do is hide. The way he emphasized the real in that statement just makes me want to cry, so why his my heart in overdrive?

We don't speak for the rest of the ride. My eyes stay glued to the window, but see nothing. The excitement I felt just 10 minutes ago has completely evaporated, leaving an almost nervous feeling in its place. It's not like the good kind of nervous you would expect to feel on a first date either. It's almost like I know something bad is going to happen. Ugh, maybe I'm just being ridiculous. I'm probably just working myself up too much. He was probably just kidding with the whole "real fun" stunt he pulled. I just need to calm down.

He pulls up to a small brick house and turns off the car. He doesn't start to get out so I don't either. I turn to look at him and see him staring at me with that same animalistic look in his eyes. He starts to lift his hand towards my chin, but seems to think better of it and brings it back to his lap. Without a word, he opens his door and walks inside without a backwards glance. So much for the romantic theory.

I follow Jacob into the house and find him shirtless on his couch. I'm completely speechless. His chest is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It's completely hairless and ridiculously tan and muscular, but for some reason it really doesn't do much for me. All the sexual feelings I felt for him before have completely disappeared. Not knowing how to react, I just stand awkwardly in the doorway. After about a minute, he notices I haven't moved and decides to talk.

"Get over here." The wonderful, sweetness no longer saturates his voice. It's almost got an angry controlling ring to it.

What happened to the Jacob at my house? Who the heck is this guy sitting on the couch? Before I have the chance to ponder his words any longer, he practically sprints over to me and starts kissing me. I always thought my first kiss would be sweet and romantic, but obviously I was way off. He is so aggressive I can feel tears coming too my eyes. The taste off his mouth is not exactly pleasant. This is actually more painful than when I cracked my head open on the pavement. His hands are practically pulling my hair out by the roots and he seems to be using his teeth more than his lips. I don't know how to react at all. I'm just hanging limply in his arms; lips pressed tight together waiting for this torture to end.

After what seems like hours, but more realistically minutes, he finally stops. His face looks almost angry. Before he has a chance to do anything else I practically run away. I'm pretty sure I mumble something about using the bathroom but I can't be sure. I'm completely lost inside my head.

I finally stumble into a bathroom and lock the door. I sit up against the open wall and lay my head between my knees. I'm so confused, that's the only way I can describe it. What is up with Jacob? Why did he make such a rude remark? More importantly, why did he just attack me like that? What is he doing right now? What is he going to do when I leave the bathroom? Will he attack me again? Will he do worse than attacking my mouth this time? A violent shudder courses through my body. I'm not only confused, but fear is also beginning to make its presence known. What if he rapes me? What if he hurts me? The pictures beginning to fill my mind cause my gentle tears to turn into raging sobs. I'm being very loud, but I could really care less about what Jacob thinks anymore. I just need to get out of here, to go home.

My eyes turn to the window right above the toilet. Hmmm…maybe. I'm pretty small, so I should fit. But where would I go from there? I don't have a car and I live at least fifteen miles from here, plus it is at least 10:00 by now. But what other choice do I have? I can't go back to Jake, who knows what he will do to me. Two loud knocks bring me out of my thoughts. Jacob's voice fills the room.

"Bells, what's taking so long? Look, I'm sorry if I hurt you, I guess I just lost control. Please come back out here, I pro- err swear I won't hurt you again."

His voice is not the obnoxiously rude one he'd just been using, but the sweet one that got to me in the first place. The one that I just couldn't get enough of. Without really thinking, I stand up and grab the door knob thinking only of his beautiful, gentle voice. I'm about to turn the knob, when a sudden thought brings my hand to a halt. Is he faking? What if he's just trying to trick me out of here? Will he just attack me again once I step out from behind my safety? Ugh, I can't think. I just want to go home, to figure things out without all this pressure. I have only one escape; the window. I walk across the bathroom and stand on the toilet. Luckily, this window is exactly like the one in my room, so I have no problem opening it. Just as I'm about to stick my leg through the opening, I hear a key being inserted into the lock of the door. Oh crap! I quickly stick both my legs through the window. Just as I begin to slide through, the door slowly swings open. The look on his face as he sees what I'm doing almost makes me stop. Almost. I continue to slide, and land gracefully on a patch of grass. I get up as quickly as I can and run.

Houses fly pass me at a speed I've never seen before. This is faster than I have ever run in my entire life. I keep going without a backwards glance. I'm pretty sure he's not following me, but I'm not taking any chances. After a couple of minutes, I slow down. I come to a stop in front of a large house but I don't pay attention to anymore details. I sit down on the curb laying my head on my knees, similar to my bathroom position. My head is swirling as I try desperately to figure things out. What do I do about Jacob? Did I over react just now? Duh! All he did was kiss you and you're crawling out a window. Thinking back, all he really did was kiss me. He may have been a little aggressive and rude, but it was only a kiss. On the other hand, the look in his eyes was beyond scary. And the way this date worked out seemed just a little bit too perfect for him. Showing up late, an open house, opportunity for "real fun."I may just be over thinking things, but something seems to be up. Ugh, I need to stop. I just need a hot shower and maybe some sleep.

I lift up my head, and feel the all too familiar tears pouring out my eyes again. Through the wetness, I catch a blob of silver in my peripheral vision. I swiftly wipe my eyes in time to see a silver Volvo pulling into the driveway of the house I'm in front of. I start to get up. I really don't want anyone to see me like this and I most definitely don't want to have to explain anything. I stand and prepare myself for another run. I take one last glance towards the car, and my feet freeze to the pavement. Right by the car, stands a teenage boy with brilliant green eyes looking in my direction.

Ok so that's it. PLEASE REVIEW!!! This is my first fanfic so I am open for critcism. Also, I'd love to hear any ideas you have for the story. Thanks for readin :D