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Chapter 2- Chasing Cars

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Bella's POV

"Oh God. I want you so bad, Bella," he whispered against my neck.

Edward's tongue traced the spine of my throat, leading until he reached my mouth while he settled comfortably in between my thighs. This time, his tongue parted my lips, seeping inside to meet mine. I wove my fingers through his hair and drew him closer, deepening the heated meeting. The muscles in his arms contracted several times due to the fact that his hands were on either side of my head as he kissed me. The skin by my mouth was most likely bruised due to the fierce, intense pressure of his lips. He wasn't as gentle as he normally was.

My hands roamed over his back, admiring the contours of his spine and strong build. The shared heat between our bodies was intoxicating. Kissing Edward was something that I always enjoyed doing. His lips were like liquor to an alcoholic. So, so addicting. It was getting a little hard to move around in the back of his father's Jeep though. Continuously, I bumped my head on the wall of the car.

Slowly, Edward made his way toward the bottom of my shirt, hoisting it up when his fingers crawled beneath the material. For a while, he began to just draw small circles on my stomach, tracing my belly button and waistline. But soon enough they drifted upward, his palm cupping my the cotton of my bra. He squeezed and caressed me with a rough tempo; one that he surely never used before. Our kissing turned urgent and frantic, our breathing sporadic.

His lips trailed down toward my throat again, sucking on the sensitive skin. It tickled whenever he did that, and I couldn't help but giggle like an idiot. I felt him smirk against my neck and then bring his lips back to mine. Edward plunged his tongue into my mouth, taking me by surprise. He swirled it with my tongue and traced my teeth and gums, exploring the deep caverns. His right hand stroked my thigh, kneading the flesh there, while his other continued to massage my breast.

My fingers slid down to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath my touch. Edward was a swimmer so exercise for him was always a must. One of his goals was to beat the school record. He'd attend swim practice and then, on Monday's and Wednesday's, head straight to the gym.

Edward's lips left mine to drag down my stomach, occasionally darting out his tongue. He traced my narrow hips with his fingertips, and when he glanced up to meet my eyes, his gaze was hungry. It almost made me smile at how desirable he found me. But it was that time again. The time where he challenged me to keep going. Where he tried desperately for me to allow him entrance to my body. The type of entrance that I'd never granted to him.

The clanking of his belt buckle interrupted my thoughts, sending me back to reality. "Come on, Edward. No," I said against his lips. Except he continued to do the function of unbuckling his pants and yanking down his zipper. It was clear that he was trying to pretend that he hadn't heard me.

"No," I repeated, this time tugging at the back of his collar of the shirt he was wearing today. But he reached inside his boxers and pulled out his long, hard length. The size of it shocked me, especially the way it seemed to twitch at certain times. His hands held me tighter though so I pinched the back of his neck using my nails. "No!" I yelled, shoving him off of me. "Dammit, Edward. I said no!" I panted.

Edward looked down at me, his eyes frustrated and pissed off. His breathing was deep and hot against my face as he spoke. "I didn't think you meant it."

I pushed him away and sat up, fixing the shirt that showed half of the bottom of the blue bra that I was wearing. I scooted away from him, but the problem was there wasn't really anywhere I could go in a Jeep. He looked at me, his green orbs wide with disbelief. I glanced away from his gaze, pretending to stare out the window.

The rasp of his zipper sliding up filled the once silent air of the car while he dressed himself. Edward bent down so that his head wouldn't hit the short ceiling of the Jeep, maneuvering himself around me. "Move," he ordered coldly. I shifted my body off the flatbed, and when I did, he snapped the seats back up into their original place.

He jumped over the steering console into the driver's seat. I scrambled up to follow him, sitting on the passenger side when I realized he meant to leave. Edward stuck the key in the ignition and roared out of the clearing in the forest, driving frenzied and fast. It wasn't like his usual cautious state he possessed whenever he was behind the wheel. There was anger in everything he did; from pressing on the gas to braking hard when a stop sign was near.

When he took a turn in the street on two wheels, I placed my hand over his arm, trying to get his attention. "What's the matter with you?"

Edward stared at me, his face so tight and taut in the glare of the streetlights that for a moment I almost didn't recognize him at all. "What's the matter with me?" he parroted. "What's the matter with me?" Without warning he swung the car down a dead-end street off to the right and slammed the stick shift into PARK. "You want to know what's the matter with me, Bella?"

I nodded, not understanding his abrupt coldness.

He grabbed my hand and shoved it hard against his groin. I felt his hard erection beneath my fingertips. "That's what's the matter with me." He released my wrist as quickly as he grabbed it. I placed my hands back in my lap. "It's all I ever think about when I'm with you. And every time we get so close to going all the way, you say no night after night. Then, I'm supposed to deal with it on my own. But I don't want to anymore!"

The familiar heat I felt whenever I was embarrassed rushed to my face. The only thing that caused my cheeks to not get any redder was the fact that it was dark, and Edward couldn't see me with clarity. I stared at my lap, listening to him sigh after a while. He rubbed his hand through his already disarrayed hair, making it stand up on end. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?" His voice was soft now, barely above a whisper.

I licked my lips once and met his eyes. "Edward, wanting isn't the same thing as loving."

He laughed without humor, startled. "Bella, are you joking? How long have we lived next door to each other?"

What kind of question was that? "Since we were five. Almost thirteen years."

"And how long has it been since we've been dating?" he asked.

"Almost eight years," I whispered.

Edward exhaled loudly again, hitting the steering wheel with his fist. "And out of those thirteen years, I can honestly say that I've been in love with you since the first moment I saw you and your parents bringing that chocolate cake over to my house as a welcome-to-the-neighborhood gift." He paused a moment, taking my hand in his. "Bella, I'm trying so hard to be patient and not to push you into doing anything you don't want to, but it's getting so...hard."

I was silent, unsure of what to say to him.

"And you're right. Wanting isn't the same thing as loving," he agreed. "But they might as well be, at least for me."

"Why?" I managed, glancing away from my lap to meet his eyes.

He smiled at me, melting my strongest defenses. "Because wanting you has only made me love you so much more."

Without another word, Edward pulled back onto the main streets and headed toward both our homes. I did love Edward. I loved him with all my heart and soul. It's just the actual physical part of sex scared me. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do or if I had to move this way or that. What if I made a complete idiot out of myself? Or what if Edward didn't enjoy it? Then what would happen? I wanted nothing more than to please him and make him happy.

The clock on the dashboard read 11:25. I was five minutes early. Sometimes, I felt bad that Edward's curfew was based off what ever time I had to be home. But my parents, excuse me, my father, was big on the whole coming home early thing. I thought it was totally unnecessary since the only person I was ever with was usually Edward. But I never argued with my dad because I would surely lose.

Edward pulled into his driveway, turning the car off. He glanced toward me, and his eyes looked sorry as if he were apologizing for something. "Bella, I...I was completely out of line back there. I'm sorry. Really, I am. It's just I don't know how to control myself when we're with each other...like that, but I promise that I won't pressure-"

I brought my hands to his face and kissed him, cutting off whatever he was about to say. It shocked him, but he kissed me back willingly. "It's okay," I whispered when I pulled away from him. "It's alright, Edward. You have no reason to apologize. And...you...you were right. We've been dating for a really long time, and I've pushed you away so many times. And it's not fair to you. So I promise that I'll make love with you." His eyes gleamed wide with excitement. I had to laugh at his enthusiasm. "Not right now. But soon."

He nodded. "I can live with that. At least, now that I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel."

A smile played on my lips. "I'll see you in a little bit." I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his mouth before hopping out of the car.

"Wait, Bells!" I turned to look at him, his car door still in my hand. "Your room or mine?"

"Mine. And make it quick."

When I entered my house, the clock on the wall read 11:30. Perfect. Right on time. At least now, Dad wouldn't have anything to say about me being late. I jogged up toward my room, taking two steps at a time. Hurriedly, I changed into a pair of Edward's sweatpants that I'd taken from his room and a plain white wife beater. It amazed me how majority of my wardrobe consisted of Edward's clothing, but I loved it all the same. The way he smelled always was attached in the stitches of his clothing.

At that exact moment, Edward let himself in through my window. He smiled and came to sit next to me on the bed. "Was that fast enough for you?" he asked playfully.

I smiled. "Eh, you can do a little better next time," I joked.

I scooted to the side, allowing him to sit next to me. As usual, he wrapped his arms around my body, hugging me close. His cheek rested in my hair while he traced calligraphy on the skin of my arm. I reached for his free hand and played with his fingertips. My eyes caught sight of the familiar scar that had been on his index finger on his right hand since we were kids. I laughed quietly to myself, remembering how it got there.

Edward glanced down at me, lifting my chin so he could see my eyes. "What's so funny?"

"Do you remember when we used to go on adventures and scavenger hunts when we were little? And on one of them, I accidentally slammed your finger in the garage door. You cried for an hour straight, yelling how mad at me you were," I said, giggling throughout my memory.

He glared down at me, his eyes playful. "That's not funny. It hurt so damn bad. How would you feel if I ended up doing that to you?"

"That was eleven years ago, and you still haven't forgiven me?" I pressed, pouting my bottom lip into a frown.

"Oh, I've forgiven you," he assured me. "I just haven't forgotten."

I brought my hands to his, spreading each of my fingers. "Okay. Give me a scar on one of them, and then we'll call it even."

Edward took my index finger and shoved it into his mouth, biting down lightly. It didn't hurt, but it was enough to leave a small indent in my skin. I laughed when he chomped his teeth on it, acting as if he was really going to give me a scar. He took my finger out of his mouth and kissed it softly. "There," he whispered. "All better."

Suddenly, Edward dropped my fingers and winced as if he were in deep pain. He brought his hands to his head and hissed through his teeth. Immediately, I reached out for him, grabbing his wrists. "Edward? Edward, what's the matter? Are you hurt? What's going on?" I was frantic and scared at the contort of agony on his face.

He shook his head, letting me know that he was okay. Except his eyes were still shut and his face scrunched up in anguish. "I'm fine, I'm fine. I've just been getting really bad headaches lately. It's nothing."

"Are you sure?" I asked, still picturing his distressed expression. "I can go get you some pain killers if you'd like?"

"Bella, I'm okay. It's just a headache."

I nodded. "Okay." I was reluctant to speak again. "Let's just get some sleep then. Maybe it'll help."

Edward agreed and draped my blanket over both my body and his. I'd never seen someone in so much pain from a headache and his facial expression scared me so much that I couldn't take it out of my mind. The way his eyes clamped shut and how he curled his lips back sent shivers up my spine.

Unconsciously, I gripped his body closer to me, fearing that if I let go, then he would suddenly slip away. He must have felt my tight grip because he rubbed my back underneath the material of my wife beater. His touch was enough to send me to sleep, but one that was uncomfortable and full of fear.

"And then guess what he did?" Alice cried while I sat in fourth hour with her. She'd repeated this story a million times to me over the phone so that I was pretty positive I knew it by heart. She went on a date with someone in her Gym class who turned out to be "a total jackass." Or so Alice says.

I rolled my eyes but allowed her to continue on with her story. "What did he do?" I asked, knowing what her answer would be.

The next bell rang, forcing everyone out of there seats and toward their next class. Or in mine and Alice's case, lunch. "He made me pay for the dinner. He didn't even bother to try to reach into his wallet and pull out the money. All he did was say 'you got this one, right?' " Alice's voice turned deep as if to imitate the person she went out with. "Can you believe that?" she practically yelled as we exited the classroom and headed toward the cafeteria.

I shook my head and gasped, knowing that she would love that type of reaction. "I really can't. He must have really been a jerk."

"Damn right he was," she said, stopping when we approached her locker. She threw her books in their correct spot and continued with our walk toward the lunch room. "So are you excited about Edward's swim meet tonight? He's really going to kick ass. He always does," she said confidently about her brother.

My head nodded. "Yeah, I am. Except last night, when he came over, he was complaining about having a really bad headache. And it looked like it was extremely painful. Have you noticed that happening at all with him? Or was it just a one time thing?" I asked, hoping she had some sort of answer.

Alice shook her head and shrugged. "I'm not really sure. He hasn't said anything about headaches so it was probably nothing. And my mom hasn't noticed anything so he probably just didn't drink enough water or something like that. And you and I both know that my mom notices everything. Besides, you worry too much. Has anyone ever told you that?" she questioned, bumping my shoulder with hers.

I smiled. "Not recently."

"Well, you do."

We entered the cafeteria, claiming the same spot we'd sat in since freshman year. Edward, Rose, Emmett, and Jasper were already seated, waiting for our arrival. "Jelly Belly! Long time no see. How you been?" Emmett's booming voice called to me, using the nickname he knew that I hated. Basically, we'd all known each other since we were little. Rosalie and Jasper lived a few houses down from me. We were lucky to remain friends throughout all of high school.

I grinned toward Emmett. "I'm good. How was your trip?" I asked. He and Rose ended up taking a foreign language trip to Spain for the Spanish class they were taking.

"Muy bien!" he replied.

I took a seat next to Edward who leaned to the side, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. "How's your day been going?" he asked in a whisper.

"Okay. School is school. How about you?"

He smiled. "Better now that you're here."

"Well, wasn't that just so adorable, Rose?" Emmett nudged her shoulder, earning a laugh from everyone seated at the table. It was a hobby of theirs to tease Edward and I about our relationship. They said we were destined to be together ever since they moved to Forks. The truth is, I thought the exact same thing.

Jasper and Alice were engaged in their own conversation. I glanced toward Rosalie who smiled at me, knowing exactly what I was thinking about the two of them. It was clear that both wanted each other, but for some weird reason, they chose to hide their feelings. It was too obvious though. Especially when she would lean into him or play with his hair. "Do you think they'll ever go out?" Rosalie whispered into my ear.

I nodded. "Eventually."

"Haven't you ever heard that it's not polite to whisper," Emmett joked, tugging Rosalie back toward him. He tickled her side causing her to giggle and writhe beneath his fingers. I laughed at her pleas for help and turned to Edward.

He was acting a little distant. Normally, he was practically shouting about how his classes were too easy for him or how he wanted to take me somewhere nice for dinner. But now he was just...quiet. I reached my hand over toward him and ran my fingers through his bronze-colored hair. "You okay?" I asked.

Edward nodded. "Yeah. Just another headache."

"Is it as bad as last night?" I questioned, worried now.

He shook his head. "I'll be fine. And I guess I'm a little nervous about the meet tonight. Coach is really counting on me, and I don't want to let him down."

I scooted my chair closer to his. "You won't. You'll do amazing like you always do."

Edward smiled, showing off his perfectly aligned and whitened teeth. "You'll be there, right?"

I nodded. "Have I ever missed any of your swim meets?"

"Good point," he said. "Come on." Edward grabbed my hand, lifting me from my chair. "Let's get something to eat." He led me toward the lunch line where he allowed me to pick out whatever I wanted. Edward came from a wealthy family where money was the last thing on their minds. So whenever I'd pick out just an apple, he'd grab me two slices of pizza, a coke, and a cookie.

"Edward, I'm not eating all that," I protested.

"Why not?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "We could squeeze in a good workout later if you'd like."

I laughed slightly at the double meaning of his words. And apparently he also caught it because the smirk across his face widened with that same excitement that I'd seen last night when I told him that I'd have sex with him soon.

My whole body knew that my relationship with Edward was different from most of the teenage relationships I saw at school. First, it was not a fleeting thing. I'd know Edward practically my entire life. Secondly, it was truly love and not infatuation. He was what I considered to be a member of my family.

So why was I so cautious about the whole sex thing? I'd known from the time I started to really date him that Edward would be my first. I couldn't imagine exposing myself in such a vulnerable way with anyone but him. Edward loved me, and I loved him. And for God's sake, I'd heard my name linked to his since before I even knew what love truly was.

When the Cullen's first moved here, my mother and his mother Esme had immediately hit it off, becoming the best of friends. So when I wanted to go to the park, Edward, Alice, and Emmett would come along too because Esme was going. Our mothers were like two peas in a pod, and then that soon became Edward and I. We were always attached at the hip. Sure, I enjoyed Emmett and Alice's company, but a part of me was drawn to Edward. Even at such a young age.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Tanya the Town Slut say hello to my Edward. "Hey, Edward," she'd said, being intentionally seductive. I glared at her and instinctively tightened my grip on his hand.

Edward smiled politely and mumbled, "Hi, Tanya."

God, I hated that bitch. Especially since he went out with her two years ago. And 'til this day, I have yet to find out what they did on their date. I'd never bothered to ask mainly because I was afraid of what he would tell me. After all, Tanya, even then, was known as a skanky bitch.

Her eyes shot to mine, and inside I was laughing. He'd chosen me over her which made Tanya bitter and resent me even more than what she already did.

Without a word to her, I tugged Edward toward the cash register, paying for the massive amounts of food. Like an expert, he'd carried it all in one of his hands while his other remained entwined with mine. We sat back down at the table, not bothering to interrupt the others.

Abruptly, I turned to Edward, feeling as though I needed an answer from him. The one question that had continued to beat me up, and I could no longer shove it back down. I leaned closer to him so that he would be the only one to hear what I was going to say. "You're still a virgin, right?" I asked.

Edward looked at me as if I had two heads. "Yeah...Where did that come from?"

I shook my head. "I was just thinking about...you know, a while ago when you went out with Tanya. I...I don't know. Never mind."

He brushed a strand of hair out of my face, tilting my chin up to look at him. "I didn't have sex with her if that's what you're wondering."

A wave of relief washed over me as I sighed. "Good. Because she's a bitch."

"Swimmers, take your marks."

Both Alice and I leaned forward at the edge of our seats in the middle of the high school bleachers. His family and mine were all piled in the crowded gymnasium awaiting Edward's swim. He said he was nervous earlier so I just wanted this moment to be perfect for him. I wanted to give him the confidence to win and believe that he would do amazing.

I watched Edward snap the band of his goggles twice, for luck, and shake out of the muscles of his arms and legs. Then he hooked his toes over the edge of the starting block. As he bent down, he turned his head and automatically found my face in the sea of others. I smiled at him when he winked.

There was a buzz, then Edward bulleted into the water, streaking beneath the surface to emerge halfway across the pool. His shoulders rose like a great whale, and his arms windmilled in a powerful butterfly stroke. He reached the fifty-meter mark before any of the others swimmers had.

Then he turned, the soles of his feet flashing silver as he raced home.

The gymnasium swelled with the yells of the crowd, and I, too, found myself smiling. Edward reached the wall in an eruption of sound. Over the cheers, the student announcing the meet warbled Edward's time. "A personal best," he crowed, "and a new school record for the hundred-meter butterfly!"

Panting, Edward hauled himself out of the pool. He was grinning wildly from ear to ear. I stood up and pushed passed the other people sitting in that row of the bleachers, completely forgetting Alice and the others. Sprinting down the aisle, I made my way to the floor where the next race was about to start.

Edward embraced me, holding me close. I didn't care that he was wet or that my clothes were getting soaked. He buried his face in my neck and laughed whole-heartedly. I could feel the exertion of his heart and his lungs against my chest. I imagined the crowd watching us as we held each other. The fact that everyone knew that someone like him had picked someone like me was one of the things I loved about being Edward's girlfriend.

He'd did it. Edward had set a new record for the school. I leaned up on my toes and kissed him with everything I had inside of me.

* * *

Edward's POV

Mike Newton who was nearly as legendary a breastroker as I was a butterflyer, had the swim locker beside me. He was polite at times but could also be a royal pain in the ass. "Nice race," Mike had said as I emerged from beneath my blue towel, my hair sticking up in wet spikes.

"Thanks. You too."

He shrugged once. "Of course, I could have probably gone faster if I had a hot little piece of ass waiting for me at the finish line, too."

I smiled tightly. It was no secret that Bella and I were going out. We'd been for almost eight years. But that also led to assumptions that weren't necessarily true. Like the fact that Bella put out, or why else would I have stuck around for so long? I thought it was funny that these people couldn't see how madly in love I was with her. The thing was, that if I chose to set Mike straight, I'd look like a fool.

"Bet you get some tonight," Mike said. "Probably great, victorious sex. You know? A celebration."

I shrugged into my shirt. "Who knows," I said, just off-handed enough to sound modest. Maybe, Bella and I would make love tonight. After all, she had said soon. But what did soon mean? A couple of days? Weeks? Months? Maybe I should have asked for clarification.

"Well, when she gets sick of you give her my phone number," Mike suggested.

I buttoned my fly and swung my bag over my shoulder. "Don't hold your breath," I told him.

At that, I walked out of the locker room toward the area where Bella and my family would be waiting. I smiled when I caught sight of her. Her grin was large and gave me chills just looking at her. She ran to my side and hugged me for the second time. "Oh, Congratulations. You did amazing."

"Only because you were here," I told her.

She blushed automatically, causing a laugh to escape my lips. Both Bella's family and mine rushed toward me, wide smiles on their faces. My mother wrapped her arms around me. "Edward, you did so good. I'm so proud of you!" she paraded.

"Thanks, Mom."

My father also joined in on the hug, congratulating me on a job well done. Renee, Alice, and Rosalie also attacked me with complimentary phrases while Charlie, Emmett, and Jasper shook my hand, telling me how awesome I did. It was slightly surprising coming from Charlie especially since sometimes he wasn't very fond of the amount of time I spent with his daughter.

I turned to Bella who was still beaming up at me. She glanced away toward her mother, but before she could say a word, her mother nodded, knowing that she was going to ask if she could skip dinner to hang out with me. "Not too late, okay?"

Bella nodded. "Okay."

Carlisle took my bag from my hands and smiled. "It's a school night, so you'll be home whenever Bella has to be."

"Aren't I always?"

Esme and Renee smiled. "Good point. We'll see you later."

Bella and I watched as our parents turned to exit the gymnasium, leaving us alone. "So what do you want to do tonight?" I asked, draping my arm over her shoulder while we walked.

She looked up at me, her face glowing. "Whatever you want."

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