A/N Hello lovely readers! This is my favorite story I've written so I hope you like it. Oh and just a reminder, I'm not SM (shocker right?) so I own nothing. No sue please.
Bella
The only thing I could see for what seemed like miles around me was blue. Blue ocean. Blue sky. Ugly, ostentatious blue bra strap peeking out from under my sister's tank top.
If I had been the kind of person who believed in omens this may have worried me, but fortunately after 18 years of this same boat ride, I was used to the monotony. It always seemed particularly awful because I knew what was waiting for me on the other side of all the blueness—it was sort of like being stuck in traffic—every minute was equal to 10 while you were waiting.
I had spent all morning in my room packing. I should have finished the night before, but it had been my friend Angela's 18th birthday party and I would be damned if I was going to miss it. The result being that I'd had to figure out everything I'd need for the entire summer while operating on about 2 ½ hours of sleep. So far, I'd already realized I'd forgotten most of the books I'd planned to bring, hair elastics, headphones, and the blue heels that went with the Forth of July dress my mother had insisted I bring. This year's trip was not off to a promising start.
Even though I had been coming to Amore, a small resort island off the coast of Maine, every summer all my life, every year felt like a whole new experience. I was 18 years old, but at this point, I felt much older. We had driven for 6 hours in my parents new shiny black SUV, but the way my dad had been going it might as well have been 6 days. My sister Alice had complained loudly from the seat beside me the whole way, but I ignored her. Patience isn't really her strong suite. I was too engrossed in my own thoughts to be much fun too talk to anyway. Even though she loves the island just as much as I do she still doesn't understand the significance of the car ride up and then the ferry ride that follows it. It's the anticipation that makes it important, the anxiety, the frantic wondering whether the others will be different this year. If they've gotten taller, or tanner, or they're hair has grown, if they've changed over the school year. And it's the terrifying fear that this will be the last summer we spend together. All of us, just like it always has been.
I know they will have. Changed I mean. They always do, just a little bit. I know I must as well, but somehow even though every time we see each other, the morning of the first Saturday in August, it's like no time has past at all and we could be 5, or 12, or 15 and you'd never know the difference because all that matters is we're home.
Now I was sitting on one of the hard, white plastic seats on the tiny ferry. My parents, my sister, and I were the only passengers, which was unsurprising. It was the last boat of the day, and apparently we were the only late arrivals.
My dad had pulled out his laptop and he was working. Typical. I didn't say anything though; he would probably take a break when we got there. Probably. I was momentarily distracted by how impressive it was that they had Wi-Fi out here.
My mother was just as typically chatting on her blackberry. She's a wedding planner—quite a well known one actually, and from the half of the conversation I could hear it sounded like one of her venues had been double booked and the bride was having a meltdown. My parents—like my friend's parents—had chosen career over family values, and we, as their children, were reaping the rewards.
I hoped my parents would pull it together by the time we got to the beach. They usually do, the Island atmosphere just does something to people. It's like all the rehab, and detox, and meditation, and Vogue's "31 Days to a Better You!" you could have in a lifetime, all rolled into two and a half months every year. It feels like time just stops the second we step off the ferry and onto the dock, and all of a sudden my parents are 25 again, and they're happy, like actually happy which isn't something we tend to see a lot of back home. I think all the parents and grandparents who come here act like that, since for most of them it's exactly like being 25 again because this is the island where they met. At least, it's where my parents met back when my Grandma and Grandpa owned our little white cottage on the beach and brought my dad, and Uncle John and Uncle Andy out here for the summer and my mom was the hostess at the Boat House Café. I don't really know the whole story (thanks to some impressive evasion on the part of my mother), but I know they were married here and in all the wedding photos, behind my mom in her hideously 80's style wedding dress, you can see the lighthouse and the faded blue painted Island sign. I loved to study those pictures when no one was looking.
I suddenly realized Alice was talking to me. She had been keeping up such a constant steam of chatter all day that I had tuned her out, but this sounded like a direct question. "Sorry, what did you say?"
"Are you finally gonna' jump Jasper's bones this year?" she hissed. A directly ridiculous question! I sighed. The amazing thing was she actually looked kind of weirdly hopeful. It was hard not to be annoyed with her since I had been asked this question, oh I don't know, about a hundred times.
"God, no! Would you shut up!" I turned away and pretended to be checking the time on my phone so I wouldn't have to look at her.
"Fine suite yourself, but one day you're going to explode from all that sexual tension Bells, believe me."
"Just because you have no self control, doesn't mean we all have that problem you know." I muttered. She rolled her eyes.
"You know if it were me, I would have sealed that deal years ago. Have you seen the body on that boy? I'd like to—"
"I got the picture thanks," I snapped "no need for the illustrated version."
"Girls! Stop that, you're giving me a migraine!" My mother barked across the deck at us, blackberry still plastered to her ear. My sister grumbled, but apparently decided to give me a short break before starting in again.
We were fast approaching the island now and I could see the beach growing rapidly larger. From the dock where the ferry comes in the island looks like a cross between a really nice summer camp and a resort hotel, which is essentially what it is. The main office building is this huge white house with a large wrap around porch and a giant garden in the back. It looks like one of the cottages on steroids. There are all these little tables out on the balconies where people eat and play cards and things. The steps from the porch lead out right onto the beach. On the far right a boardwalk begins that leads all the way around the island. It takes about 4 hours to walk the entire thing. The only other building in sight is the Boat House Café, one of the only six restaurants on the whole island. The other five are more inland with the shops and the residential cottages.
As we came closer I had this overwhelming feeling of joyful anxiety in my stomach. Alice stood up and started pacing back and forth. The vibrations made me bite down hard on my tongue, and I swallowed several sharply worded comments.
My parents simultaneously looked up from their work and stopped all together. I didn't have to look to know we were all sporting identical smiles. I've sometimes thought that if someone could just get a picture of this moment we could have a Christmas card where we looked more like a family then any one of the last 18 photographers has ever made us look and we could save ourselves $800 bucks or so. I'm just saying.
The ferry bumped to a stop beside the dock. I thanked the driver and stepped off the boat and into the shaft of bright sunlight reflecting off the water. The wooden dock looked about 100 years old, but I knew it was really only about 3 years old, and made to look that way. Alice spotted a friend, and screamed something indistinguishable. I rolled my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, but my parents didn't even flinch at the outburst as they would have back on the main land.
It was the effect of the Island.
I picked up one of the bags from my glossy black luggage set and was fiddling with the strap and tugging on the hem of my artificially faded denim shorts when I heard my mother's voice, soft in my ear
"What are you waiting for Belly?" she said cheerfully, using my nickname—a good sign "They're all already here". My head snapped up, displacing my waist length dark hair. I pushed it roughly back behind my ears and followed my mother's gaze. I could see them now. They were standing together a little ways back from the beach. All four of them, my best friends in the entire world, and they were waiting for me.
Edward was the closest, his perfect bronze hair gleaming in the sun. We used to make fun of that hair. It had been impossible to control when we were younger, cowlicks flying everywhere. It made you want to eat your tongue seeing him now. He was taller, if that were possible, and grinning madly at me and waving in these huge, whole arm motions. I grinned too. Edward was probably one of the most genuinely nice people you could ever meet, which is particularly amazing if you know his parents. I do, and they're pretty much like all the rest of our parents – whip smart, over achiever, corporate sellout types with big bank accounts and bigger egos – only they're worse. I sometimes think about Edward during the school year and I want to cry, but I don't because I don't really like to do the whole public displays' of emotion thing.
Right next to Edward, leaning up against the post of the same old faded blue Island sign from my parents wedding pictures, was his brother Emmet. Looking ridiculous has he had a good 5 inches on that sign. I thought of Emmet as my own brother, more then any of the others. I rolled my eyes when I saw who he was talking to. It was my best (and only female) friend Rosalie. There's a surprise I thought ruefully. Everyone had been waiting for Em and Rose to finally get it on since puberty. Well, maybe this would be the year.
Rosalie giggled loudly enough for me to hear from 100 yards away and reached behind a still waving Edward and tugged playfully on a bare tan arm. My stomach did a back flip as a shirtless, gorgeous, and very familiar boy was pulled into view.
Jasper.
He looked exactly the same, but better somehow. His blonde hair was maybe a little longer and fell into his blue eyes in a way that looked effortless, but I knew probably took a whole team of New York stylists hours to achieve. It looked from here like he had forgotten to shave that morning, but it worked for him and navy blue Abercrombie bathing suit he was wearing made him look more like a still shot from a movie then anyone deserved to. He raised a hand lazily and, smirking, beckoned one finger for me to join them. Oh course, that was all I needed. I dropped my bag with a clunk. It landed right on my father's foot, but he just laughed and gave me a little push, and so I kicked off my sandals and took off running.
I ran down the dock, across the burning sand, and straight into Edward. I pressed my face into his chest, and hugged him tightly. He smelled like sandalwood oil and Axe body wash. He lifted me clean off the ground and spun in a little circle. "What took you so long?" he shouted even though I was right there "we've been waiting for hours." I swear Edward has the attention span of a toddler; he can't wait for five minutes without needing to be somewhere else. This made him a brilliant athlete, but an unbearable traveling companion. Trust me, I know.
"Put me down!" I shrieked laughing. He did, but reluctantly and I grinned up at him to show I wasn't actually mad.
"Stop monopolizing Bella asshole, and give someone else a chance!" said Emmet loudly from somewhere behind me, he was trying and failing to sound angry. He gave me a cheerful one armed hug and grinned. I didn't even get the chance to say anything, because obviously Rosalie was feeling left out
"Um hello, remember me?" she said sarcastically
"Hi Girlie!" I hugged her and we both jumped up and down shrieking and laughing.
"God, my ears!" complained Emmet. We both shot him exasperated looks and continued
"How are you?" I asked breathlessly
"Fantastic!"
"You look –"
"Blonde?"
"Perfect. As usual" I was secretly a little jealous.
"Thanks Hon! And you look amazing!"
"Oh, please" I blushed and glanced involuntarily in Jasper's direction, then silently cursed myself for it. He wasn't even looking at us; he was staring in the opposite direction at some girls in bikinis.
"No really, look how thin you are!"
"Well look at your legs, they go for like miles!"
"Look at your boobs! They're –"
Edward coughed loudly. "So you guys want to get out of here?" he interrupted pointedly "go back to my house? Catch up?" I shot him a grateful glance.
"Um, yeah let's go, lemme' just grab my bags and drop them at our cottage 'kay?"
"Unnecessary." said Jasper, looking me right in the eye and speaking for the first time "You're parents already took them." I spun around to check. He was right of course. I blushed again as he looked at me.
"Great!" said Emmet clapping his hands together "shall we?" he smiled and offered his arm to Rosalie. She giggled and they headed off down the beach towards Edward's parents' house. Edward ran right past them, he was obviously showing off.
"Race you to the porch Bella!" he shouted back at me, making a megaphone with his hands.
"No fair, you had a head start!"
"Then get your tiny ass over here and give me some real competition!" I laughed. It was like ever since I got off the ferry I couldn't stop. He was already running again. Cheater I thought. I started to follow, but then I felt a warm hand on the small of my back. I froze.
"So, how've you been Belly?" Jasper asked, blinding me with this perfect, cocky smile. I winced at hearing him use the nickname reserved for use only by my parents and over-friendly relatives. Unfortunately, when he said it in his still slightly southern accent, it was sexy as opposed to condescending. Even though he and Rose were twins, she had worked for years to lose her accent. Jazz hadn't. He was standing close enough that it felt awkward to turn around completely, but I kind of had to in order to answer him. This, of course, I realized was the point. One of Jasper's many talents was making me uncomfortable.
"Do you care?" I snapped spitefully.
"Why shouldn't I?"
"You didn't even say 'Hi' to me"
"Hi." He said leaning closer so our faces were only a few inches apart. His smile never faltered.
"Hi." I breathed. My voice sounded uneven. It was his turn to laugh. The sound didn't do anything for my brain function, I felt like my I.Q. had suddenly dropped 40 points. I shouldn't have been acting so awkward—we were best friends after all—I could only hope that it was due to the fact that I hadn't seen him all winter. I prayed I would gain some composure over the next few days.
I had been in love with Jasper Hale my whole life. Jasper's Father, Peter, was my dad's best friend. They had been roommates all the way from 6th grade at boarding school in Switzerland through their Collage years, and of course Peter's family had a house on the island too. My mom always says that if Peter Hale could have fit in the dress, my dad would have married his best man instead. To be honest, judging from the current state of both their marriages that may have been a better plan. So I guess it just made sense that when my parents had me just a few months after Peter and his wife Maria had theirson, the two of us would have to be friends.
The summer that I was 5 and Jasper was 6 was the first time I realized I loved him. We were all playing some stupid kids game and Emmet and Edward dared me to climb out my bedroom window and onto the roof of my cottage. I think I must have just been glad to be part of the game because I stood up on my bed to get to the window and crawled outside. I was wearing the uniform of my childhood: a pink patterned pinafore dress with white patent leather Mary Jane's, not exactly prime exploration attire. I turned around and looked back through the window at them. Emmet looked like a diabolical mastermind, gleeful that his plan was being executed. Edward seemed to be having a heart attack. I guess he was afraid I would fall, or maybe that someone would see me out there and we would get in trouble. I glanced triumphantly at Jasper, hoping for some admiration for being so brave, but he just looked faintly curious. I shouldn't have been surprised, it was always like that. Back then, the three boys were like this exclusive little group and anyone else was just lucky to be included. Jasper was the leader, Edward and Emmet were his co-conspirators, but plainly had no actual say in what was going on. They used to worship him. I think they still do actually, even if they don't realize they're doing it. The funny thing is, Emmet is the brains behind the whole operation, but then he checks to make sure Jasper agrees with whatever he's come up with. And Edward just stands there and watches. He's too nice to come up with anything on his own, but he still likes to be part of the group. Oh course, I'd never actually tell them any of this. The world has a natural order, and as long as they're happy, I'm happy.
I was perched out there on the roof waiting for approval when it happened. My foot slipped on one of the weather-beaten shingles and I started to fall. I've actually been out on that roof since then. The five of us still like to sit out there and watch the end of the summer fireworks. It's not very slanted so I probably wouldn't have actually fallen off, but I remember thinking I was going to die, and then I felt a strong little hand grab my arm and all of a sudden Jasper had pulled me back inside and I was sprawled face-down on my bed. When I looked up he was standing right where he had been before and looking away from me, like it had never happened. But it had.
He said something and I shook myself back into the present. "What?" it sounded harsher then I had intended. I was annoyed.
"I said" I noticed he was still smiling infuriatingly "Edward's gonna' kick your ass if you keep standing here"
"That's not what you said" I was confused, I hadn't really been listening, but I was sure of it.
"No, but it's true." And he ran off in the direction the others had gone. I could have killed him, but I would have to catch him first.
X X X X X
By the time I got to Edward's house everyone else was already inside. I had never been much of the athletic type—my less then stellar hand-eye coordination and clumsiness made any team spots impossible—and my bare feet weren't exactly ideal for running. For the second time that hour I envied Rosalie, but this time only because she had been wearing Converse.
I trudged up the steps and onto the porch. Edward's cottage looked identical to mine except that it was gray, not white. All the cottages out here were built in the 40's by the same crew. Even the landscaping is about the same. They're bungalow style, 4 bedroom, 3 bath, square houses with uniform wrap around porches and tall windows. We call them 'cottages' but I think by anyone standards they're probably pretty good sized houses. They were bigger then some of the houses in my neighborhood at home.
I went passed the front door and around the porch to the glass paned French doors that open onto the living room. Edward's living room had this perfect beachy feel. All the furniture was white and the surrounding décor was a perfect ocean blue. There were huge ocean-scape paintings hanging on either side of the electric fireplace and giant shells displayed across the mantelpiece. The only thing out of place was the huge plasma flat screen TV, in front of which he and Emmet and Rose were already situated on the huge white couch playing Xbox. I didn't recognize the game, something with guns and a lot of shooting.
Jasper was sitting in the shrunken white love seat, talking quietly to…Alice? Who was settled on the arm with her legs dangling down into his lap. How had Alice beaten me here? Sometimes her sixth sense was a little creepy. I noticed with some satisfaction that she seemed to be talking at him and he was only occasionally answering out of necessity. I felt guilty for being glad, so I looked away as I came through the doors and stood in the middle of the room. "So look who finally decided to show up" Emmet sing-songed from the couch without taking his eyes off the game.
"Yeah Bella, you get lost or something?" asked Edward. He looked up at me with something like genuine worry just as Emmet shot a missile into his little army of soldiers.
"HaHa, take THATjackass!" Emmet jumped up off the couch triumphantly. We ignored him.
"Shut up. No shoes, see?" I lifted my bare foot in the air to make a point. Edward put down his controller, reached out, and pulled me down onto his lap. He put his arms around my stomach the way he always did and I leaned back into him. This wasn't unusual; we often sat this way, which is why it seemed so strange when I caught Rosalie glairing at me. What? I wanted to scream. I contented myself with staring back questioningly.
"Ohmigod! We just have to talk, I have SO" she stretched it to sound like three syllables "much to tell you!"
"Um yeah, later ok?" I said weakly. I was still too confused to exert the appropriate level of enthusiasm.
"Sure whatever, we'll have time tonight!" I realized suddenly that she was right. Rosalie almost never slept at her own parents' house. She and Alice and I always shared my huge pink king sized bed, and talked until morning.
"Hey, are we invited to your little slumber party this year" asked Jasper, he was looking right at me again and smirking.
"Ooh great idea man, maybe they'll have a pillow fight" Emmet mused wickedly.
"You wish perve!" I shouted at the exact same time as Rosalie threw a pillow at him and Edward punched his arm.
"Hey dude, that's my sister." Jasper said reproachfully to Emmet. He was probably wishing he hadn't brought it up at all.
"Hey! Truce!" Emmet laughed as he tried to shield himself from any further abuse. Edward, apparently returning to his usual non-violent self, put his arms back around me. I noticed that they were just as muscled as Jasper's now and almost as tan. All of a sudden I was uncomfortable and I had no idea why. I had to physically shake my head a few times to bring myself back to the present. I looked up and caught Jasper's eye across the room. Alice was still sitting on the arm of his chair. They weren't talking anymore but I noticed one of her feet moving slowly up and down the length of his shin. Apparently he hadn't noticed or (hopefully) didn't care because he was watching me, and for once in his life, he looked about as confused as I felt.
Jasper
I thought I could see the ferry far in the distance, behind all that blueness. This had to be the one right? They had to be on this one, it was the last boat of the day. They wouldn't miss the first night. Would they? Bella hadn't told me they'd be late. Although, come to think about it, I hadn't talked to her in two—maybe three months. Wow, that felt strange. When had things gotten so crazy that I forgot to call my best friend? When had Bella stopped calling me?
"Calm down dude, you're going to dig a trench in the sand if you keep pacing like that." Emmet clapped me on the shoulder.
"Shut up man." I shrugged off his hand violently. Edward seemed even more anxious then I was. He was bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet and swinging his arms wildly. Rosalie—predictably—was practically drooling at Emmet.
"Hey look!" Edward shouted suddenly "That's them right?" My neck cricked when I snapped my head up to see what he was pointing at.
"I don't know it's really far away." Rose said
"No, it is! That's Bella in the front see?" Edward persisted.
"No, that's Alice." I corrected. They all turned to stare at my blankly. Isn't it obvious?
"And you can tell from here how?" Rosalie sneered at me unattractively.
"The hair. Alice's is short." I pointed out.
"Oh, hey he's right." Edward agreed
"Whatever guys, does it matter? They'll be here in a minute anyway, chill out." Rosalie snapped.
Edward pushed in front of me when the ferry bounced up against the dock and I let him. I didn't want to seem too eager. Alice came rushing past us the second the boat stopped (She'd probably show up later when we least expected it), but Bella was taking her sweet time about it. She looked…different. Is it totally wrong to say hot?—In a 'known you my entire life, platonic, sisterly' kind of way. I did not just think that. She was messing with her bags or something. Her mom came up behind her a said something. She smiled, so it couldn't have been that bad. Renee was sometimes…harsh.
Finally, Bella ran up the beach towards us and straight into…Edward. What the hell?
"What took you so long?" he shouted way too loudly. "We've been waiting for hours." Pffft. Maybe he'd been waiting for hours, the dude sounded whipped.
"Put me down!" She screamed. Ha! What no, I don't think she really meant it—what the hell!
"Stop monopolizing Bella asshole, and give someone else a chance!" said Emmet. Exactly I thought smugly.
Rosalie got to her next before I could say anything. Obviously she was too distracted to even say 'hi' to me. Not that I cared.
Bella glanced at me and I quickly looked away, focusing on some girls I'd met last summer. Holly and...Jenny? Ginny? Gina? What was that girls name again? I could feel her watching me. I wondered why she hadn't said anything. Well if she's not talking to me, then I'm definitely not going to say anything. I don't need her to talk to me...I was glad when I heard Edward suggest we get off the beach.
"Um, yeah let's go, lemme' just grab my bags and drop them at our cottage 'kay?" Bella said.
"Unnecessary." I looked at her Damn! I talked first. Get some self control man. "You're parents already took them." I realized I had no idea when I'd noticed that. She spun around to check and she blushed, maybe because she hadn't known?
Emmet headed off with Rosalie. I wondered if he'd decided he liked her. Again. I guess I could understand that—she was totally hot, but in sort of an unoriginal kind of way, and obviously really unnatural…not my type. Not that she hadn't tried…
Edward sprinted past them. He was showing off. I could've beaten him, I thought idly. Not that I needed to prove it.
"Race you to the porch Bells!" he shouted.
"No fair, you had a head start!" she laughed.
"Then get your ass over here and give me some real competition!" She laughed again. She started to follow him. No, wait! I thought, and then: Get a hold of yourself man! Why should you care? I reached out involuntarily and hoped she'd stop. She did. Crap! Say something!
"So, how've you been Belly?" I asked. Then I remembered she hated to be called that. 10 seconds and I'd already provoked her without even meaning to. I grinned; See? This is too easy.
"Do you care?" She snapped angrily. What?
"Why shouldn't I?" I was confused, and I hated to be at a disadvantage.
"You didn't even say 'Hi' to me." She said. What! I realized she'd been thinking the same thing I had and for some reason I liked that idea.
"Hi." I said. I leaned closer just to add an extra level of discomfort. She wasn't big on close proximity and I liked getting under her skin. Basically our entire friendship was based off of me annoying her.
"Hi." She sounded nervous. I laughed. So it was working…Her eyes suddenly unfocused. What was she thinking about? I thought. Should I step back? Why was I nervous now? God! Get your head in the game man! Stop being such a pussy!
"Edward seemed happy to see you. I thought he was going to dig a trench in the sand he was pacing so much waiting for you." I grinned, but silently kicked myself. Why'd I say that?
"What?" she sounded mad. Damn! What now?
"I said" I fished around for something else "Edward's gonna' kick your ass if you keep standing here" Much better…sounds indifferent.
"That's not what you said" she looked confused. Good.
"No, but it's true." I had to get out of there before I lost all control of the situation. I ran after the others, leaving her hopefully dazed.
It didn't take me long to get to Edward's house. I was a pretty fast runner, and basically working off adrenaline at this point anyway. I didn't immediately see anyone when I walked through the front door and into the kitchen. "Hey, where are you?" I yelled at anyone who could hear me.
"Livingroom!" Rosalie yelled back from…well, from the living room I guess.
The guys were already playing a video game. Usually I would've joined in, but I wasn't really in the mood.
"Where's Bella?" Rosalie asked when no one followed me into the room.
"Yeah man," said Emmet "What'd you do now?" I shot him a 'one more word and I knock you out' kind of look. I didn't need to be told that she was my responsibility, she wasn't!
"Nothing, she's right behind me" I lied. Bells was probably still on the beach.
I sat down in a huge white arm chair. Perfect I thought. A chair meant a seat all to myself. That is until someone came out of no where and hopped onto the arm of my chair.
"Hey Jazz!" The tiny person yelled.
"Oh, Hey Ali. How's it going?" I gave her a quick hug and then tried to listen as she chattered away. Even though there was only a year between them, Alice and Bella couldn't have been more different.
After a few minutes Bells still hadn't shown up. She was pretty clumsy; maybe she'd twisted her ankle or something. I was considering texting her—nothing to make it sound like I was worried, just like something to make her hurry up when Holy Mother of fu—! What was she doing! Ali had suddenly gotten much closer then I was used to her being. Of course, this would be the moment that Bella finally turns up. Right as Ali's rubbing her foot along my leg. Great. I wasn't really sure why I cared if Bells saw us though—something to think about later.
. "So look who finally decided to show up" Emmet teased her.
"Yeah Bells, you get lost or something?" asked Edward. He sounded really worried. Oh for the love of—' She's a big girl, I'm sure she can walk a quarter mile on her own.
"HaHa, take THATjackass!" Emmet yelled. I ignored all of them. Especially Alice, although she was making it hard. Hey, I'm a guy okay? Even if I don't like her, having a hot girl stroking your leg is pretty hard to overlook.
"Shut up. No shoes, see?" Bella said. Then—unsurprisingly—Edward grabbed waist and pulled her on to his lap. Dude! Come on! Did he really have to go there? She'd been here less then five minutes and he was already trying to stake a claim. I wished he'd stop looking at her like that—like she was freaking Megan Fox or something. I mean yeah, I knew Edward had a thing for Bells, but did he have to grope her like right in front of me?
Woah there! What was it I just thought? Right in front of me…huh?
I looked up and my eyes met hers. My stomach nearly dropped out of my body. Shit. This was definitely not good.
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