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Chapter 2: Squares
Bang, bang, bang…
Ugh, stop…
Bang…
Goddamn it, I need to sleep…
Bang, bang, bang, bang…
"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT, EMMETT!" I screamed, sitting up abruptly in my bed. I threw the covers off of me, my intentions clear on stopping those two so I could get some sleep. They've been at it for hours—it was three in the morning, for Christ's sake.
"Bella," Alice groaned.
"I can't take it. I can't fucking sleep with those two screwing like a bunch of horny teenagers. I. Need. To. Sleep."
"I don't know what to tell you," she said, rolling over, facing away from me.
"How the hell can you sleep through that?" I asked incredulously as the thumps on the wall became louder.
"Mmm…" What kind of answer was that?
Seeing that Alice could ignore the banging on her own, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I obviously didn't want to go inside his room—the wall would have to do.
"Emmett!" I said, my fist pounding against the wall—a few picture frames of Alice and I rattled against it. "Stop screwing and let me sleep!"
"You're just jealous!" I heard him say, his voice muffled through the thick wall. I face palmed.
"Seriously, I have shit to do tomorrow! Go to bed! You, too, Rosalie!" I screamed back.
"Ungh! Whyyy?" She moaned out. I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration.
"For Christ's sake, just go to fucking bed!" And with that, I lay next to Alice again, staring at the ceiling before I could finally sleep.
I waited more than a half an hour before silence swept through the house, my ears ringing from the lack of sound. I sighed and rolled over, finally drifting off to sleep.
Of course, I didn't get to sleep long. I was ferociously woken up by Emmett, who tackled Alice and I while screaming "FIRE!" To make a long story short, I chased him around the house with the coat rack that Emmett ran into while drunk. Alice and Rosalie just watched in humor.
Later on, Alice and I went to Port Angeles to the small bookstore near the docks (we both have a part time job there). Emmett decided to join us, playing around with the shelves of books the entire time. I almost didn't notice him—I was secretly on my laptop, writing something that I had been working on for three months now. I had noticed when Alice confronted him.
"You know you can get us fired," Alice scolded him. "And this just creates more work."
"Your point? These aren't very organized to begin with," he replied, switching a sci-fi book with an encyclopedia. "Seems like you aren't doing your job now, are you?" he teased, grinning.
"I think I see Rose out there by the docks," I said, lying smoothly, hoping he would buy it. I pointed outside towards the sea. "She's waving."
Emmett didn't say anything—he immediately dropped a small novel and ran out of the door, sprinting towards the docks. I laughed along with Alice, our howls of laughter echoing in the small and empty store. Tears streamed down my face—Alice collapsed to the floor.
"Ahh," I said, wiping the tears away, "that was good."
"That it was," she said, standing again. We looked at the door for a few moments, and then our smiles died down slightly.
"Where the hell did he go?" Alice asked, confusion covering her face.
"You don't think…" I said, trailing off.
"No. That would be a little creepy."
"Then…" I stopped, shaking my head. "Who cares? He's out of our hair for now."
She laughed again. "Ugh. I need to fix Emmett's mess," she said, walking towards the pile of books that had been carelessly tossed to the floor. "But he does have one thing right," she continued. "This store isn't well organized at all."
I was just sitting there, my fingers typing on my keyboard furiously. I hadn't heard Alice at all.
"Hey! Chrissy Snow! Pay attention!"
"Who? What?" I said, my head shooting up.
"Jesus, Bella, what are you so engrossed with?" She asked, walking over to me. I immediately saved my document and closed the program hurriedly.
"Nothing," I said, pulling up a window of solitaire. "I…I'm just playing solitaire."
Alice just looked at me. "You hate solitaire."
"…What's your point!" I said, crossing my arms. Alice laughed and punched me lightly in the shoulder.
"Get to work, you daydreamer," she said, walking over to her diminishing pile of books. I sighed, smiling at Emmett's handiwork. He always left a path of destruction wherever he went—which made me worried.
Where did Emmett run off to? I asked myself in my head. I decided not to worry about it and continued working, not touching my document the rest of the time I was there. My document will still be there when I get home; Emmett could take care of himself, as always.
Emmett was the type of person to find trouble instead of trouble finding him—but, ironically, he could always handle it regardless. Emmett was always there at the right place at the right time. An example of that was last night at the bar: if he had been there a half an hour longer, he would have been in the middle of that fight—not that he couldn't have handled it.
"What were you doing, anyway?" Alice asked me a little later. It was around six, almost closing time.
"What do you mean?" I said, giving somebody their change back for a thick romance novel. They left with a smile on their face—which creeped me out.
"On your computer," she clarified. "I know you weren't playing solitaire." She laughed out the last few words.
I pressed my lips together in a thin line. "Why would you even want to know?"
"Because, Bella, I'm your friend, duh," she said, rolling her eyes out of sarcasm.
I sighed. "I was…writing."
"Writing?" she said. "Oooh, what were you writing about?"
"Alice, can we please not talk about this now," I said. "We have customers." I gestured over to the group of people browsing in the back—they seemed like freshman. They were back in the resources section, perhaps for a paper they were writing.
"Fine," she said, pouting. "But I will ask later." She smiled her little evil pixie smile. That's exactly what she was—and evil pixie. Short and petite, but full of evil.
We closed up the shop about an hour later, Alice pestering me about the stupid document the entire way home in her shiny yellow Porsche. I reminded her at least three times that she was going dangerously over the speed limit, but she, of course, didn't slow down—she actually sped up. I sighed and didn't say anything else the rest of the way.
Alice dropped me off at her rather large house, telling me that she was going to pick up Jane at the hospital. "She wasn't as bad as they thought," she had said. "She's going to be tired, though. We have to wake her up every couple hours because of the small concussion." I nodded and walked into the house, awe spreading through me despite the many times I had walked into the spacious living room and explored each of the three floors separately and thoroughly. I took a seat on the white couch, stretching out my legs.
"Bella, I see you made it," I heard Edward say from the doorway, scaring the shit out of me.
"Stop doing that!" I said, crashing my head against the back couch cushion. "You're going to give me a heart attack."
"It's funny to see your facial expressions," he said, smiling smugly. "I'll be out back if you need me." And with that, he went to the back of the house and outside where their large pool was. I was impressed with Carlisle and Esme and how they can give so much money to their daughters and sons, even if adopted.
Bored, I followed him outside, breathing in the fresh after-rain air. I welcomed the chill that spread on my skin. It was almost sundown, the last bit of light blue in the clouds starting to dim. The muted light was just enough to see the Cullens' vast back porch and yard.
I pulled out my cigarettes, quickly lighting one in the slight breeze sweeping across the forest. I took a long drag, breathing out the smoke downwind.
"Mind if I have one?" I heard Edward ask me.
"You smoke?" I said, slightly taken aback. He didn't seem like the smoking type. I tossed him one anyway, lighting it with my own while he had it dangling from his lips.
He took a drag, breathing out with a smile. "Thanks. I needed one."
"Does Alice know you smoke?" I asked, not helping a smirk. He, of course, just smirked right back.
"No. I think Jasper is the only one besides you," he replied.
"Bad habit," I said, taking another drag. We both laughed.
"Edward!" I heard a male voice call from inside of the house. I heard running footsteps nearing us, and I quickly hit my cigarette behind my back—like that would do anything.
"Hey," the voice said, Jasper finally coming into view, "Jane is back home, so Alice is—" He stopped suddenly and looked over at me, a slow grin threatening to show on his face. "Got another square, there, Bella?"
"Damn it, Jasper," I said, tossing him one and my lighter. He chuckled along with Edward, who was releasing the smoke with each small laugh into the air.
"Don't worry, I keep secrets," he said, winking at me as he took a long drag.
"Sure you do," I said, burning a hole in the deck with my glare. I glanced up at Jasper and noticed that he still had his small bandage on. "How's your head?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject.
"Hurts like hell," he said. "Pain meds just don't work on me."
"That sucks. How's your hand, there?" I said, nodding my head towards Edward.
"To be completely honest," he said, "I can't feel my hand."
I started laughing—not only because of his tone, but by the fact that he was holding his cigarette in that same hand.
"You, my friend, are a dumbass," I said through my laughter. Jasper started laughing too.
"The one and only," he said, grinning.
I tried taking my last drag of my cigarette before putting it out with my fingertips and throwing it into the woods, still laughing at Edward's intentional stupidity. Even though Emmett and Edward weren't biological brothers (and neither was Jasper), they acted a lot alike.
"Oh, I forgot to mention," Jasper said after we had finished our laughing fit, "we're all going out tonight."
"Wait, tonight?" I asked incredulously. "Since when?"
"Since Jane said so," Jasper said, rolling his eyes. "She just got out of the hospital. I don't see why she would want to go out again."
"That's just how Jane is," Edward said, flicking his cigarette out into the woods. "She's relentless. Knowing her, she's probably going to get back at that James douche."
This was going to end badly. I was sure that Alice wasn't going to allow that, but then again, since when had Alice ever stopped Jane at doing what she wanted? "The only reason that I wouldn't," I had heard Alice say once, "is because I wouldn't be able to hold her back. As soon as she's on a path, she's going to go on it no matter what's in her way. Even me."
I sighed, looking at Edward. I hoped that he could see the helplessness in my face about the situation. He did—I saw him frown at me and shrug his shoulders, as if to say, "What can I do?"
With Jane involved, there wasn't really anything that we could do.
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What do you think of Jane? Do you think that her impulsive behavior is going to be a problem? Or do you think that this might end up good? I'd like to hear your thoughts :)
-Khaos