[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to SM

[A/N] Happy Valentine's to all of you. Thanks for the amazing response on this story. I want to add more to it in the future.

Jeez, I feel like writing from butch Bella's perspective was one of the most difficult characters I've ever tried to work on. It was more difficult than writing from a guy's pov or a transgender character. Let's see how things turn out. Shall we?

**2**

This is awkward, I think while I try rather halfheartedly to listen to Mr. Banner's rambling. Again and again my eyes wander over to the desk in the last row where Alice has buried her nose into her book. She's a bit nearsighted but refuses to wear her glasses at school. I notice the little hairclip in her curls. It's shaped like a butterfly. My heart makes a little jump in my chest when I dare to lower my gaze to the top of her chest. The shirt she's wearing is exposing just the slightest idea of a cleavage. I imagine running my tongue right down there and my insides clench.

"A bit dreamy today, aren't we?" Angela who sits next to me asks me. Then she flips my books to another page. "We're supposed to do the exercise at the top. Do you want to work together?"

I nod and force myself to stop staring at Alice. This is school and she doesn't want people to know about us. Well, I think she doesn't want to know. It's a bit difficult to tell. All of this is so new to her. She doesn't really realize in what she's getting herself by being with me.

"Bella, are you even here now?"

"What?"

"Do you think d is the right answer for the first question?"

Reading quickly over the question I shrug my shoulders. "No idea."

"What's wrong with you? You are acting weird."

"It's nothing." I murmur. "And I think that c is the correct answer."

For the next twenty minutes I manage to concentrate on the boring exercise our Biology teacher has given us. Phases of Mitosis? God, who gives a shit about stuff like this?

Eventually the bell rings and everyone around me jumps up as quickly as possible. I take my time and pretend to tie the laces on my left boot.

"Hi," Alice's light voice whispers from behind. I grin and straighten my back before I turn around. We're alone in the classroom.

"Hey there, princess." I greet her, brushing my fingertips very lightly over the small curve of her hip.

Her cheeks turn into a glowing red. She's so lovely when she blushes like this. For a moment I consider leaning forward to kiss her mouth. I'm not going to do it. It would be wrong to risk seeing anyone kiss us here at school.

"Can we have lunch together? I'm starving." she says, lifting her bag up on her shoulder. I don't know what kind of crap she carries around with her in it, but the goddamn thing is so heavy that she has to put it down every few steps on our way to the cafeteria. With a low sigh I take it from her and carry it to my usual table at the corner of the cafeteria.

Then I get a tray and place two bottles of coke and hotdogs on it. The food in this place sucks badly but how much can you do wrong with a hotdog?

When I make my way back to our table, I notice the queen of the school bitches standing next to Alice. Why the hell can't Lauren leave her the fuck alone? I swear if she upsets my girl in any way there will be blood.

"Oh your boy brought you lunch." Lauren purrs in her annoyingly high-pitched voice. "You could be with a real guy, you know?"

Alice sucks her lower lips between her front teeth and shakes her head.

"Piss off, Lauren." I hiss, making the stupid cunt jump to the side. She grins and walks off while I feel like throwing something against her too blonde head.

"I'm sorry." Alice croaks. "That was so embarrassing. I don't know why she can't leave me alone."

"Just ignore her. I do."

I push one of the cokes over to Alice and watch how she takes a small sip from it. A tiny droplet of the brown liquid runs down the left side of her mouth when she puts it down again. She's nervous. Lauren's words have irritated her. I can see it in her eyes.

"Is this what we're like? I'm the girl and you're like the boy?"

"No," I tell her. "It's not like that."

"So, you feel like you're a girl too? I mean, because you dress like a boy and wear your hair short."

"Look, nobody needs to know we're together if it makes you uncomfortable." I state, pressing my hands so tightly together underneath the table that my knuckles ache.

"No, I didn't mean it like that. I just want to understand why you are like this." Her beautiful eyes widen and when she speaks up again her voice is low. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Please, don't be mad at me now."

I scan the area around us and notice that Lauren and her cheerleaders, Jessica and Chelsea have stuck their heads together. Let's give them something to gossip about I think before I wrap my arm around Alice's shoulder and pull her close. My lips flutter over her forehead as I breathe in the scent of her skin very deeply.

"I'm not angry at you, princess. I'm sorry this stupid cow made you feel uncomfortable."

"Everyone is staring at us." Alice whispers into my ear when she snuggles a bit closer to me. This is not how I intended to do this. She's not ready for facing all the bullshit that irrevocably comes with being with someone like me.

"Bella? They're all watching us. This is embarrassing."

"Ignore them. They're just jealous. I could name a few boys who'd like nothing more than to be in my place."

"Who?" she asks and I roll my eyes at her question. What does it matter?

"See that blond dude with the depresso expression on his face that sits with Angie and Ben? He has it thick for you. Oh and that weirdo with the ponytail who sits behind you in history, he's pretty interested as well."

"How do you know that?"

"I just like to watch out for you. You're not into guys, are you?"

She nods her head and sucks her upper lip between her teeth again. It's a cute nervous habit that she always tends to do when she's thinking. I want to know what is going on inside that pretty head of hers.

"Are you not sure?"

"If I tell you yes, would that offend you?"

"No," I lie. "It doesn't matter. You'll find out whom you like." And that better be me, I add in my head. After taking a first bite from the hotdog I lean over and kiss Alice's cheek.

When she agrees to come with me on a little trip with the bike after school, my mood improves a great deal. I walk her to her art classroom, one of the few courses that we don't have together and kiss her goodbye on her forehead. The entire school is going to talk about us. It's not like I care too much what they think. It's more that I'm worried about Alice.

On my way to Spanish Angela bumps into me. Her eyes are all teary. Something is obviously wrong.

"Is everything okay?" I ask her, sitting down on my chair next to her.

"Yes," Angela whispers. "Everything is fine."

"Kay," I mumble, knowing that it will take like ten more seconds until she's going to cry.

My hands move down to my backpack, fumbling out the package of tissues.

Ten

Nine

Eight

A loud sob reaches my ear and very inconspicuously I push the tissues over to her. I let her cry for a couple of minutes until she's managed to calm herself down a little.

"My life is over."

Angela has tendencies to being dramatic when she's upset. I still like her better than any of the other girls at school. She never talks about others behind their back and isn't a stupid homophobic.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper, while I ignore the nonstop babbling of the teacher in front of the blackboard. It's a good thing Angela and I are sitting in the last row.

"Lauren asked Ben to the dance on Friday. She knows I like him. Why is she doing that to me?"

"Did Ben say yes?"

"Not directly. But I know he will. What boy doesn't want to go out with beautiful Lauren?"

I bit my tongue to keep me from telling her that it's obvious to everyone who is not completely blind that Ben has it thick for Angie. The problem is they are both shy and none of them is willing to make the first move.

"You should ask Ben if he wants to go with you. Try to be a strong woman and take control."

"But Lauren has asked him first."

"Angie, do you want to go to the stupid dance with Ben, yes or no?"

"Yes, of course but—,"

"No but," I state, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Just ask him. You don't have anything to lose."

xxxx

Back at home, I notice that Charlie's cruiser is standing in front of the house. He's home early.

"Hi Charlie," I greet him, throwing my bag into a corner of the living room.

"The name is still Dad."

I sigh and take the empty beer bottle from the table. It's not a good sign when he starts drinking before it gets dark outside. That usually means he had a shitty day at work.

"Are you hungry? I could warm up some of the frozen Lasagna we have before I leave."

"Where are you going?"

"For a ride,"

He shakes his head and threatens for the millionth time how he's going to make me sell the Harley. If he was really serious about this, he'd already done it.

I ignore his ramblings about me ending up breaking my neck and walk into the kitchen where I prepare some dinner for Charlie. While I wait for the Lasagna to be ready I pull out my cell and text Alice.

Hey Princess

Can I pick u up in twenty?

Kiss

B

It takes an endless two minutes until my phone beeps with her response.

My Mom won't let me ride on your bike again. She's scared something can happen. Can we just go for a walk or so?

I text her back, telling her I'm fine with anything as long as I get to spend time with her. The weather outside looks still warm but I still throw my leather jacket over my arm before I walk out of the house. I need to have something to keep Alice warm in case she gets cold.

She rushes down the stairs in front of her house when I walk over to pick her up.

"I'm sorry about our trip with the bike. I shouldn't have told my mother."

"It's okay. Don't feel bad about that. Charlie is not exactly a fan of motor-bikes too."

I take her hand and enjoy the feeling of her small fingers against my own. She's beautiful. I have a thing for petite girls like her.

We walk through the small forest behind our houses. There is a dirt track that we follow until we reach a thick stump. I climb up on it before I help Alice.

"Can I get a kiss now?" I ask her, cupping her face gently between both of my hands. The moment her lips touch against mine, fire spreads through me. I deepen the kiss and enjoy the throaty whimpers that Alice starts to make after a few moments. She loves it when I kiss her. Maybe her head doesn't know whether she's gay or not. Her body already knows to whom she belongs.