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CHAPTER TWO (BPOV)

"Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results" – Albert Einstein

I think I've gone crazy. I am officially insane. For the past week, every single one of my thoughts is about him. My fantasies are getting more and more erotic every friggin' day; my imagination is having a field trip with this development. My thoughts, once again, have wandered over to his well muscled arms and hands. His big, talented hands that could do wonderful things to me.

I feel as though I've been drifting in dreamland all week, I have had some of the best night's sleep I've ever had since arriving in London over 9 months ago. I dress in a daze; throwing on a pair of skinnies, a thin knit vest and a pair of chucks, it's getting close to summer so I can go without big ass coats and annoying jumpers. I eat my usual breakfast cereal; all the while daydreaming about the sex god. It's a very nice way to wake up and I seem to have made a habit of it.

This morning, I was out of the apartment before Angela had even stirred from her room and I arrived at my morning lecture over 20 minutes early. I play on my phone for a while, checking twitter and facebook. I have 42 notifications. Wow, someone just got extremely popular overnight. I cringe when I see that my mom has tagged me in loads of old photos. Oh God, twelve to fifteen years was so not a good age for me. My hair is scraped back into a tight pony on every photo, I hadn't discovered make up so my spots are like big red fucking sirens flashing all over my face and I've got the cheesiest grin despite the ridiculous brace that I had to wear. Gee, thanks for that mom. I can't say much about my clothes because I still dress the same; jeans - shorts in the summer - tees and sneakers. I've never cared too much about fashion, I dress for comfort; I don't follow trends or take interest in what celebrities are wearing. Alice, however, wants to throw away my wardrobe and play dress up with me every day. She's studying fashion and textiles, which is great for her because she's obsessed with all of that. But it's not so great for me when she needs someone to try out her designs or model while she alters. I'm crap at that sort of stuff. She's my best friend, though, so I suffer in silence.

I'm in my English Classics lecture and the professor is babbling on about God knows what. He's about 102 so I wouldn't be surprised if he was waffling about his cat or something. He can hardly stay stood up, bless him. I stopped listening to his prattle about, hmmm, maybe two minutes into the lecture. I now have just half an hour left before I meet Alice and Rose for lunch. I doodle idly in my note pad having not written a single word. Oops, no I'm lying, I've written "SEX" and underlined it. If someone glances over to my paper they sure as hell will know what's on my mind but not who it's about. Awkward. But I couldn't care less because right now my mind is the best fucking place in the world because all I can see is a beautiful man with perfect green eyes. If this is what it feels like to be crazy then, hell, why have I only just discovered insanity?! Lock me up in a padded cell, I will gladly sit and fantasise about the sex God all day.

The rest of the lecture passes by pretty quickly, especially with my new distraction. I turn the corner out of the university campus and find Alice and Rose talking animatedly just down the street outside the newsagents. I approach them, smile and say,

"Hey guys" I get a quick 'Hi' and a smile from each of them before they launch back into their conversation. I chuckle to myself; they can be so intense sometimes, once they get talking, no one is going to stop them. We begin to walk towards Starbucks and I try to follow what they are saying as best as I can. We arrive at my favorite coffee place and join the line to order. They eventually stop talking so I take my opportunity and say to Alice,

"You're talking about Jasper taking you to his parents, right? I'm guessing it went well?" Alice starts clapping and her smile widens so I can see every one of her perfect white teeth.

"Yes, yes, yes! Bella, it was so amazing! Jasper's parents are so lovely and sweet and they told me to come back any time I want!" She's like a hyperactive child, rushing over her words in a single breath.

"Wow, Ali, that's great!" I really was pleased for Alice. She and Jasper have been dating for well over a year, they're even considering moving in together soon. Jasper's parents have only just come back into town after living in Spain for a few years so Alice could only speak to them through phone calls or Skype. She was really nervous about meeting them face to face, considering how serious she and Jasper are.

"I'm just so happy they liked me, you know? Obviously, I've spoken to them but it's so different meeting them in person" She was literally beaming, I'm shocked she's not bouncing up and down and doing Hannah Montana's hoedown throw-down I know she knows that dance; she tried to teach me one night when we were all more than a little bit tipsy. I fell down a lot and we broke the glass vase on the coffee table. It was fucking hilarious.

We order our drinks and food and found a table. I get a Frappuccino and a pasta salad; Alice buys a Mocha and a deli sandwich, and Rose gets a Latte with a double shot and a Panini. We all get a cookie because they are awesome. Although not as awesome as Millie's Cookies, because they are the shit.

"So, Bella, did anything interesting happen to you over weekend?" Rosalie asks me, sipping at her Latte.

"Um, not really, not after Alice bailed on me" I shot her a mock glare across the table "I stayed in for the movie night anyway and then did my English papers" I leave out the part where I was drooling over a sex God.

"You need to get out more B"

"Yeah, she's right Bella, how long ago was it since you went out and got properly drunk?"

"Erm, your party last month. See that's not even that long ago" It was a fuck awesome party, we all got maybe got a tiny bit too drunk and played spin the bottle. Seeing Rose have to kiss Mike is possibly one of the funniest moments of my life, after the hoedown throwdown.

"That doesn't count, that was inside my house" She smirks at me "I mean properly go out, to a bar or a club" Aha, now I have a problem. In truth, the last time I went 'properly out' was at least four months ago, maybe more. I'm not a recluse; I go to restaurants and house parties all the time. I just don't necessarily go to places where there are lots of people I don't know. I have no idea why, maybe having a cop for a father has rubbed off on me and I'm on high alert for murderers and paedophiles.

"Ali, you know I'm not the clubbing type"

"You didn't answer my question" Damn, the pixie saw through my aversion.

"Well, um…er…"

"Okay, that's enough, we're all going out on Friday. No arguments" Rose chimes in, she gives me the don't-you-dare-even-think-about-protesting look. "It will be fun"

"Do I even have a choice?" I look between the two of them "okay, fine" I hold my hands up in defeat.

"Oh I'm so looking forward to this! We will be at your apartment at 7" Alice's voice has raised a couple of octaves in excitement. Dogs all over town will be standing to attention.

We finalise our plans for Friday night and talk easily about the past weekend. Of course, I had little to add to that conversation. We finished our food and coffees, said our goodbyes and I headed back to campus. Rosalie went back to her work placement; she's studying media and is doing work experience at the local TV studios. Alice goes her separate way to meet Jasper because she doesn't have any classes for the rest of the day. My final lecture drifts relatively quickly. Once again, when my mind is not occupied by talking, it wanders to a beautiful face with green eyes and a body that screams 'fuck me hard'.

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