2. BAM!
It's Tuesday, and after a relaxing three day weekend, it is unfortunately time to go to school again. I was running a flat iron through my hair when I heard my dad, Charlie, yell out to me. I quickly run down the stairs and find him standing over our waffle iron. There is smoke coming out of the iron and I smell something burning. I want to facepalm. He should know by now not to attempt cooking unless under my guidance.
Quickly I unplug the waffle iron, open it up and let it air out. Inside there is a black bubbly mess. I see that my dad has batter all over him and there is some powder in his hair.
"Why are you making waffles?" I ask.
"I'm covering the night shift today so I decided to do something nice for you…I guess it didn't work out, did it?"
"No. But thanks for trying"
I help him clean up the mess and then realize that my flat iron is still on in the bathroom upstairs and my hair is still a mess. I quickly run upstairs and finish up. This is just a bad morning. I hope the day gets better. To add insult to injury, I glance at my phone and realize I'm running late.
"Shoot" I grab my backpack and a granola bar on the way out. I'll have to eat and drive at the same time.
I finally make it to school a minute before the bell rings, practically running through the parking lot to get through class. Oh how I wish I had first period open, then I could sleep in and get to school late.
Unfortunately, Edward is in my first class, so I have to see his overly happy smiling face as I walk into the classroom. Apparently he was waiting for me.
"Bella!" He says happily, "I was afraid you wouldn't be here, since you normally get here early, but now I'm just overjoyed."
"Sure"
"Lets go to our seats"
He sits next to me too. Joy of all joys.
"How was your weekend?" He asks.
"Fine. Actually wonderful because I didn't have to see you"
"That hurts" He said, clutching his chest, "Right here". He points to his heart. I roll my eyes.
I don't have to talk to him anymore as soon as Jessica comes and sits on his other side. They began a conversation that I don't really want to listen to. I tune them out and quickly check facebook on my phone.
Class started after three minutes and then we all shut up. It's a boring class, so I only pay attention half the time. I almost fall asleep but pinch myself to stay awake. I've fallen asleep in class before and the results weren't pretty.
Finally it's over and I'm halfway out the door when a large hand grabs my wrist. I think I know who it is.
"Don't leave yet"
Yep, it's Edward.
"Let go of me"
"I just wanted to know if you want to hang out tonight" He asks.
"No"
"We can have dinner or something. Maybe catch a movie. Or you can come over to my place" He winks.
"No"
"Why?"
"I'm busy"
"No you're not. If you don't want to come over, I could go over to your place"
"You can't, my dad won't be home"
Then I shut up once I realized what I said. He gets and elated smile on his face and I want to punch it.
"All alone…in your house….It'll do"
"Don't come over"
"I won't…maybe"
Then he skips off joyfully. I need a human sized meat grinder. Right now.
I spend lunch complaining to Alice about Edward.
"He's so annoying. He won't stop bugging me. When will he get a clue that I don't want to go out with him?"
"Never" Alice grins. I glare at her.
"And this morning he was trying to invite himself over to my house. I kinda let it slip that my dad isn't going to be home tonight…"
"Bad move"
"Yeah, and now he's threatening to come over"
"Good luck"
"Thanks."
We eat lunch and I mooch off her goldfish. I'll have to go buy a pack for myself after school today.
The school day is over at last and I'm excited to go home and take a hot bath. It's rainy out and I feel really gross because there is mud splattered on my legs and my hair is covered in rain water. I forgot to bring my umbrella.
I take my truck home and the first thing I do is take a quick shower. Screw the fact that it's only 4 PM in the afternoon. I freaking want a shower.
I feel a lot better once I'm clean so I make myself a smoothie and sip it while watching television. There isn't much on so I decide to watch food network to get some cooking inspiration. I think I've found what I'm making for dinner.
Rachel Ray was putting her creation into the oven when my doorbell rings. It better not be Edward. It's not a surprise that it is.
As soon as I open the door he's standing there with a rose in his hand. If he wasn't a cocky player it would be a sweet gesture. Too bad he is.
"Bella" He nods, handing me the rose.
"Thanks Edward. What are you doing here?"
"I brought dinner"
He takes out a big brown bag from behind his back and steps into my house, taking off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. He reaches into his giant brown bag and takes out a few Chinese takeout boxes. He has plates, forks, knifes, and a two liter bottle of soda.
So much for cooking.
"I wasn't sure what you like, so I got a little bit of everything" He said.
I decide to be nice and eat the food he brought. It's good. He tries to feed me and I swat his hand away. He laughs at me and winks.
Is it sad to say that I'm enjoying his company?
After we finish eating I clean up and he helps me. When we're done he plops down on the couch next to me. I twirl the rose he gave me in my hand and he stares at me.
"What?" I ask.
"You know you're really pretty"
"Thanks" I feel myself blushing. Oh gosh, don't blush.
"Can I kiss you?" I look at him with wide eyes.
"No"
"Oh"
"Yep"
He's staring at my lips and I find myself looking at his. They look really soft…and pink…and full…and STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BELLA!
I shake my head out and turn back to the television. Emeril is cooking now.
"I love Emeril" Edward said, "BAM!"
Okay. Hearing Edward say that was pretty funny. I laughed.
We watch Emeril for a while and then I feel Edward's hand creeping up my hand. Oh gosh. He slowly reaches my shoulders and begins rubbing them. It feels nice. It is when he hands creept towards my breasts that I finally slap them.
"Ow!" He exclaims, "Gosh woman stop doing that!"
"Stop trying to grope me"
"But I want to"
"Well stop"
There is silence for a moment before he gets up and starts walking up the stairs. What is he doing?
"Bathroom" He says. I let him go and settle back on the couch. I really should start my homework, but I won't be able to get anything done with Edward here.
He comes down about five minutes later with a huge grin on his face. I'm curious and slightly suspicious.
"What?" I ask.
"Your room is nice" He shrugged
My eyes bug out and I hear myself sceechinig. That jerk went into my room! I did not give him permission to do that.
So I kick him out. He puts up a struggle and tries to kiss me. I eventually shove him out the door and lean against it with a sigh.
Edward is going to be the death of me.
Elle me dit, c'est ta vie
Fais c'que tu veux, tant pis
Un jour tu comprendras
Un jour tu t'en voudras
Elle me dit, t'es trop nul
Sors un peu de ta bulle
Tu fais n'importe quoi
On dirait que t'aimes ça
Translation:
She told me, it's your life
Do what you want, oh well
One day you'll understand
One day you'll want it
She told me, you're a zero
Get out of your bubble a little
You don't anything important
Looks like you like that
Elle me dit—Mika
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