Just Friends- "Mr Whitlock..."
Well here is the second chapter, We have both finished our exams now :) so will have more time to devote to this story and our readers. Thank you to everyone that has reviewed chapter 1, we feel very much loved when we recieve a review :P so thanks. We have tried to ensure everyone gets a reply, and will continue to do so for this chapter. So please review.. :)
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So with out further ado Just Friends-chapter 2...
JPOV
I strode into the marble floored kitchen we'd recently redecorated after acquiring our apartment. I personally had been quite content with the previous kitchen design but Bella said it reminded her too much of her late mother's, so of course me being the gentlemen that I am, agreed to redecorate it immediately. However my ever hormonal, late teen side had enjoyed watching Bella move ever so clumsily around the building site in her cute little short shorts and tank top.
I mentally hissed at the cool temperature of the marble floor and for the beginning of tightening under my waistband, I glided around the island and headed for the fridge, hoping to distract myself from my thoughts of Bella. Grabbing the bacon and butter, deciding bacon sandwiches would do for breakfast today, I got to work, with a smirk across my face as I flick the switch on the kettle. Grabbing our usual mugs from the cupboard above, I took a moment to glance at the fresh white ceiling, hearing the familiar crashes and bangs as Bella, typically uncoordinated, stumbled about our room.
Just as I turned to lay the table, I caught a glimpse of Bella pottering past the archway leading to the living room, no doubt to watch that stupid breakfast show I have to endure every morning before work. I made the mistake only once of questioning her tradition of watching the controversial show but was quickly reprimanded for even suggesting it was unwatchable, with reminders of a certain argument we once had over my insistence over taking her to prom instead of Edward Cullen, one which I deeply wish to forget. With the reminder of past arguments once again my thoughts are centred on her, well her body, as I continued to prepare our food remembering her new curves first bought to my attention in high school which only improved with age.
Her luscious breasts, her ever widening hips bowed out from her luxurious flat stomach, a constant reminder of the women hood she now consisted of between the thighs I die to grip while she rides my manhood, as I do day and night which is a blessing even if for now it only occurs in dream land.
Basking in my ability to multitask I turned to place the butter and left over bacon back into the fridge, mentally willing myself to forget my latest daydream and bulge in my pants as I called out to Bella.
"Bells breakfast..."
"Alright coming, oh no that's you! But I must say I'm hungry like you're horny! So it better be good"
Fortunately her out of character sense of confidence was short lived, as she entered the kitchen with that ever apparent blush covering her succulent cheeks. She met with my disapproving glare, which soon changed to my cheeky smirk, meant only for her.
"Ok smart arse shut it and grab your grub" I ordered as I placed our plates on the island. Taking my own seat I pushed wallowing looks in her direction, deceiving her into thinking she wounded my ego. As with our usual morning meals sat at the island, we engaged in meaningless conversations, centring mainly around our uneventful weekend, the week ahead's schedule in terms of meals and events we may choose to attend, targets for work or even dreams we'd had, of course I never shared my more private dreams choosing other worldly dreams that I may have dreamt up on the spot.
Very rarely did we find nothing to talk about, but we had been the same since meeting we just seemed to click and we'd been inseparable since the off, much to the annoyance of our parents, friends, teachers, and partners. Neither of us ever understood the complications people had with the strength of our relationship, being a boy and girl but it just worked for us, well mostly until I realised the true extent of Bella's beauty as a women.
With an agitated sigh, I glanced at the retro bright red wall clock, my only negotiation on the design of our kitchen, realising that I had to be at work in less than half-an-hour. I stood up from my stool, saunterd over to the dishwasher placing my plate and mug upon the self inside, after tipping the ruminants of my now cold coffee, I left the kitchen to go and retrieve my suit from the wardrobe and change from my 'home clothes' which Bella took to nicknaming my casual clothing choices. If I was completely honest I had no problems with my job, even with my age, but sometimes it took a lot to drag myself from the normality of my weekends, when I acted my age, to take the long drive into work.
I arrived at work 10 minutes late much to the annoyance of my peers whom I requested always be on time. Bella had insisted that I take her to the hairdressers before I left, which I found odd at such an early hour but she claimed it was the only time available, and then unsurprisingly I got stuck in traffic!
Pulling into the familiar front gates, smiling graciously at the occupants of the bustling car park I found my designated space and stepped out grabbing my briefcase from the back seat, straightening my too stiff suit, cursing the requirements of the job as I walked with importance in the direction of the office. Apologising to the angry people awaiting my arrival standing by my door and greeting my secretary I entered my office and looked out upon the slowly emptying car park, my gaze landing on the gate entrance...
Forks Washington Primary school. 50 or 60 children attended at present. A 99.9% pass rate, a 99.9% attendance rate and me as the Head Teacher. Currently number one primary school in the state.
I'd always loved kids, ever since Bella and I had been kids ourselves, always the helpful and caring one, but never I saw myself as a head teacher but there you go. I being the oldest of five siblings had always looked out for youngsters but it was the visit from Bella's cousin who'd brought her 10-year-old daughter to stay for the weekend and when I'd been able to help her with studying that I decided my future in teaching. I smiled internally at the thought of Molly, who had achieved top marks thanks to my help, and who had continued to visit annually.
"Sorry to interrupt you Mr Whitlock, but there's a young lady here requiring your help!"
"No thank you, Maria, its fine just admiring the brilliance that is our school. Why, you are looking stunning today if I don't say so myself." I say endearingly unable to contain my natural flirty nature.
She blushed and meekly placed a number of files upon my desk before smiling appreciably and fleeing from my office with a quiet mutter of thanks.
Maria was a fine woman, did everything I could ask for and more as an assistant. She just wasn't right for me. She was beautiful AND amazing in bed! Don't get me wrong. But when I think of Bella, no-one can compare to her elegance and beauty. Shaking my head to clear it of the inappropriate thoughts surrounding Bella, I mentally scold myself for my sudden over hormonal thoughts of her, which seemed to have increased since her catching of me this morning.
Turning to meet the inquisitive glare from the young lad, I motioned for her to enter as I sat behind my desk.
"What's up honey?" I quizzed her using my usual friendly tone.
Walking in but staying behind the every uninviting chair, she continued to watch me inquisitively with her big brown eyes.
"Mrs Hale sent me here, because I took the telephone off Reneesme in the home corner." She looked down shuffling her feet and snuffling before raising her gaze again to meet mine in question at my un-answering of her admittance. "Why do you shake your head so often?"
Chuckling at such an irrelevant question that is too expected from a child in trouble set on changing the subject to avoid punishment, never the less I decided to answer her;
"Tell Mrs Hale that you are sorry, apologise to Reneesme at once, and remember not to take things without asking, and in answer to your latter question; to clear my head of mischief I do not wish to cause, perhaps you should try it the next time you decide to undertake your known mischievous ways madam!"
"Yes, Mr Whitlock." She politely addressed me before she turned and tottered back in the general direction of Rosalie Hale's classroom. Rose was one of my favourite teaching staff. She was close friends with Bella and I having attended high school with us, so I knew her well. I couldn't help but compare the young lady having just vacated my office to my roommate, those big brown eyes and slightly curled hair just apparently having a more outgoing and confident personality. Which led to me once again lecturing myself about relationships and there limits, I appear to be having problems separating friendships and partnerships.
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I exhaled slowly and glanced at the clock on my desk. 5:30pm. School was out, my paperwork was finished, and Bella would most likely be at home, asleep on the couch watching, well, supposedly watching Deal or No Deal. My day had passed fairly uneventful and I would be happy to return to the fascinating image of a sleeping Bella awaiting my slight at home. Saying my goodbye's to the cleaning staff and turning of the light of my office I made my way back to my car, placing my briefcase back onto the backseat.
I drove home, deep in thought. My mind returning to the image of Bella and the dream flooded my mind. She truly was alluring, inside and out. The way she moved, so innocently, yet those innocent moves drove me wild as my hormone ridden mind turned them into not so innocent. As i recalled my dreams of her shuffling towards me and laying herself upon my body, I fight to keep my eyes open and aware of the empty road ahead. Becoming aware of the tent pitching in my pants, just from thinking about her, I hate to imagine how easily I would crumble under her passionate touch if only she would act out my darkest fantasies in reality. Noticing my closeness to home I decide to use the ever useful cock-block, set on at least resisting the urge to help myself until after dinner.
I pulled onto the drive and reversed backwards under the willow tree in my Mercedes. As I walked over the threshold, I could hear Bella snoring softly in the living room, cursing myself for the umpteen time today at my ability to change all innocence about her into something not so innocent. I laughed anyway at her predictability. I hung my coat on the back of the couch which she slept upon, careful not to wake her i leant over set on moving a stray piece of her hair away from her sleeping eyes. Just as I was about to make contact she stirred slightly and I sighed but pulled my hand away and turned to head up the stairs to change back into my 'home clothes' but not before I heard her mumble something. Turning back the inch I'd managed, I leant back in to listen closer with intregment, set on discovering her dreams in order to be able to tease her unknowingly in the morning or over dinner before she has a chance to tell me. The constant slow mutter I just couldn't make out then my breathe caught then quickened as her more dominant voice echoes around me as she shouts;
"Jasper...help..me"
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