Chapter 3: Decisions, Decisions

Jacob's POV

Breathing heavily I wiped my sweaty brow with the back of my trembling hand as I gazed up adoringly at the masterpiece hovering above me. She was sleek, sophisticated, curvaceous, and newly waxed. An absolute vision to stare at. And she was mine. All freaking mine. I slowly rolled out from under her to get a better look.

My baby, my love, my motorcycle was finally, finally complete. I've never felt more accomplished in my whole entire life. I jumped to my feet and lightly grazed my gloved hands over her shiny dark blue exterior with a worshipful touch, admiring how much my hard work had really paid off.

My mind immediately raced to Bella, and as soon as it did, a warm grin shot clear across my lips though no one else was in the room to see it. Bella would be so proud of me when she saw my baby all completed. Not only was Bells the only one who could ever comprehend what this motorcycle meant to me, she had actually been the one to name it during the initial stages of its construction. Every time I cursed at the bike in frustration at its aggravating complexities, Bella, who devoted an unhealthy amount of time in the garage with me, would merely brush the mangled bike parts with her hand and say, "Hush Jake, I love it." She stated this every single time an instance like that occurred; whenever I'd complain that it was a worthless pile of shit that could never be redeemed, she'd always repeat the same supportive words, almost more to the bike than to me: "Don't even think about quitting Jacob Black. I love it, I absolutely love it." Finally one day she entered my garage when the bike was really starting to come to and she gasped giddily at its impressive progress. Placing a small hand at the rear of the bike she turned to me with sparkling eyes and declared that she was naming the bike Lucy. I asked her why even though I was pretty sure of the answer. She sighed happily and rested her cheek on the seat, hugging the partially complete vehicle before saying, "Because, I love Lucy." At the time I cracked up, shook my head and teased her relentlessly for her cheesiness, but in reality I was touched. Bella's total investment in something she knew was so important to me made me feel like the luckiest guy on earth. Not many teenage boys can say they spend their days doing something they loved, like mechanics in their garage, while a stunningly beautiful girl watched over them as they worked—and actually enjoyed doing watching at that. Bella joined me in the garage about two hours a day, three days a week and spent the time finishing her homework and keeping me company. She claimed she loved spending those particular hours in the day with me, and I believed it. Her constant moral support was more than I could ever ask for, so as far as I was concerned, she was just as entitled to the bike as I was.

I sprinted into the house and took a speedy shower, and then I ran back into the garage and hopped on my sweet ride, making sure to grab my backpack which held Bella's surprise gift in it. It was the day after her infamous cliff diving extravaganza and I was heading over to her house to watch some more of that Shakespeare crap I pretended to hate so much.

I revved up the engine and tore off to Forks. Bella's surprise gift was a heavy weight on my back, but more in a mental aspect than a physical one. I had splurged and bought us both matching helmets. Both were the same shade blue as the bike, only her helmet had a stylish pink trim around the edges whereas mine had a solid black trim. Feeling craftier than usual I had even went so far as to buy her the shiny, bright pink bow I came across while stumbling though the mall so I slapped the girly decoration onto her helmet for good measure, though that thing was most likely getting crushed against the interior of my back pack at the moment. But hey, it's the thought that counts right?

My brain raced down the highway along with my bike. I was so familiar with the route to Bella's house that driving there took absolutely no cognitive effort whatsoever. My mind whizzed to yesterday's festivities…In other words, seeing Bella in that tight black string bikini….

Holy mother of God. How the fuck did I not blow my load right then and there?

When she stripped in front of me in the woods, my natural ability to control my basic bodily functions completely seized as I gawked at her like an idiotic imbecile. I mean, we all assumed she had a great body hiding behind those mundane sweaters she always wore, but holy fucking shit I was not prepared for what my eyes had mercifully witnessed. Those glorious legs that strode confidently up that hill, the way her bikini bottoms displayed the roundness of her firm, tight, but visibly soft ass…the flat, toned cut of her porcelain stomach, and finally, finally, those magnificent tits of hers that bounced and swayed and jiggled at her slightest move. Dear Lord Almighty. I've been salivating at the mouth ever since, and I can assure you the rest of the gang has been doing the same—and I know that should annoy me more than it does, but c'mon, if they didn't react the way they did, I'd seriously have to question the legitimacy of their heterosexuality. Forgetting where I was for the moment, I shifted uncomfortably on my motorcycle seat, and in doing so, I swerved dangerously on the road. Damn it, things were getting uncomfortable down there again and it was beginning to become a danger hazard.

After Bella left yesterday I made a beeline straight for my house. I threw open the front door almost tearing it off in the process, ignored Billy's agitated scolding, made a run for it to my room, slammed my door shut, leaned against the wall, unzipped my pants, grabbed my raging hard on, and whimpered Bella's name over and over again as I closed my eyes and merely replayed the day repeatedly in my head.

I've never come harder— or quicker in my entire life.

Before I knew it I was in front of Bella's house. As quietly as I could manage, I parked my motorcycle across the street and dug into my back pack to retrieve Bella's brand new helmet, which to my surprise, still held the bow perfectly in place. Crossing the street I walked up to her house and rang the doorbell three times like I always did.

I was bobbing on my heels; I was so excited to surprise her with Lucy. I slipped her helmet back into my backpack and hid it behind my back while I waited patiently for her to come to the door.

"Coming!" She called out from inside the house. I smiled. I could hear her scurrying from within. Loud noises came from the other side of the door and…wait, was that another person's voice I heard in there?

Finally, the door swung upon and there…Bella…stood…

Holy fucking shit.

"Jake?" She cried. Confusion was written all over gorgeous face.

"Bella?" I breathed numbly. A tightening occurred in my pants again as my eyes immediately scanned her entire body. I internally moaned. Bella was looking absolutely, positively, excuse my French here, mouth wateringly fuckable as she stood before me with large, ponderous eyes. She was in a tight gray long sleeved knitted top which was so short that it barely covered round curve of her ass, not that I was complaining. On top of that, the gray top had a plunging neck line which exposed an amount of cleavage that made my dick strain against the cool metal of my zipper, throbbing to break through. Of course she had on a black undershirt to keep the gray top from fulfilling its full potential, but from my height it was easy to see much further down her shirt. Not enough to see everything, but…enough.

My gaze kept traveling south. The flowery designs of her black fishnet stockings covered her legs and disappeared underneath her black strappy shoes. My attention slowly traced back up to her face, which was intensified by the dark lining she added around her eyes. It seemed to make her bright brown iris' strike out at me, more so than they usually did. The eyeliner was the only thing she had changed about her face as far as I could tell, and her hair was riding its natural mahogany waves around her face and down her back.

Instantly, I felt like a nervous idiot. "Bella," I repeated her name with more stability this time around. "Wow. Just…wow. You look awesome, I—aw shit, I feel really underdressed now. Why—why are you so dressed up? You should have told me, I would have cleaned up a lot more."

Bella's mouth dropped slightly. "I—oh Jake…"

My mind was racing. I couldn't believe she had gotten all dressed up for me. "No, it's okay, I mean, I don't look that bad do I?" I looked down at myself. A simple black V-neck shirt which hugged my muscles and some dark denim jeans. Yeah, I wasn't going to lie, I when I got dressed for today I wanted to look good. But now compared to Bella, I looked like chicken shit. "Let me take you out. We can grab something to eat and maybe walk around Port Angeles or something. There's no use in you wasting such an awesome outfit by sitting at home and watching Shakespeare."

Despite my suggestions, Bella continued to look completely distressed. "Oh my God, I feel so bad," she groaned, slapping her palm against her forehead and slouching against the frame of the door. "I can't believe I forgot."

"Forgot what?" I asked eagerly. My imagination swam with visions of me and Bella spending the rest of the day together as if it were a …well on a date. Elation surged within me as my brain formulated ways that I could make this evening as memorable and enjoyable as possible. Yes. It looked like it was time to take that next step. "Maybe we can catch a movie? What about that one Jane Eyre one you're always going on about? I really wanted to try out that ice cream shop downtown too. And after we could—"

"Jake! Please, just. Stop," Bella pleaded desperately. I looked down at the beautiful girl in surprise.

"Why, what's up?"

"I'm really, really sorry about this, but…well, I totally forgot I asked you to come over today."

What? Confusion morphed into extreme disappointment as her words sunk in, deflating my over active heart. "Really?" My voice had lost all of its previous animation.

She bit her lip adorably in that irresistible way that she did. "Really," she confirmed regretfully.

I narrowed my eyes down at her suspiciously as questions swam in my head. "Then why'd you get all dressed up for me then?"

She sighed and looked down. "I didn't."

"You didn't what?" I pressed. I couldn't help the increasing desperation that under sailed my voice.

She took a deep breath. "I didn't get dressed up for you okay? I made plans for tonight and I completely forgot that I asked you to come over."

Ouch. Her words hit me like an impactful blow to the gut. So she wasn't all dolled up for me after all huh? And worse, she was ditching me to go and…to go and what?

"Wow. Well that's good to know I guess." I averted my gaze to avoid her seeing the disappointment and embarrassment that shined my eyes. "So what are you planning to do instead? Ditching me for a hot date?" I snickered resentfully at the thought, but then immediately shut up when I saw her reaction.

Bella's face drained of all color as soon as the words left my mouth. Her gaze was pleading as she stared waveringly at my hardened face. "Uh…."

"What? You're going on a date?" I cried, voice cracking. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening to me.

Bella flinched back; her endless eyes were full of sorrow. She made a soft nodding movement with her head and I felt my world come crumbling down on me.

I tried to regain my control as I counted my breaths. Inhale, exhale, Jake. Inhale, exhale.

Bella glanced down at the floor. "You're mad aren't you?" She asked the ground timidly.

"I'm sorry Bells, but I'm not going to lie, it's a little bit aggravating to find out that I've driven all the way out here for nothing." Guilt predictably washed over her precious features as she took in the BS I was shoving in her face. I couldn't give a shit about the time I wasted coming here, it was the fact that she was about to go on a date with some guy that drove me up the fucking wall. "Who is he?" I demanded. "Who's the guy?"

"Um," Bella played with her own fingers and swayed on her feet. "It's a funny story actually…"

Just then, out of absolutely nowhere, Kim flew down the stairs like a lightning bold on acid. "Oh my God! Oh my God! I'm so sorry! We're getting get out of here as soon as we ca—" Kim froze halfway down the steps when she saw me standing the door way. "What the hell? What's Jake doing here?"

I folded my arms. "What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Kim puffed indignantly. "Helping Bella get ready for her date obviously."

"Her date with who?"

Kim eyed me like I was crazy. "You don't know?" She flickered her finger in between Bella and I. "I thought you two were like, BFFs or something like that. You didn't tell him, Bella?'

Bella shrugged her shoulders soundlessly and I struggled to regain my control. Would someone please tell me what the fuck was going on here so I could stop making such a jealous fool of myself?

"It's a very easy question to answer," I growled. "Bella is going on a date with…" I trailed off hoping one of them would fill in the blank for me.

Before either of them could answer though, Leah came rushing down the stairs as well. "Shit, shit, shit. Sorry guys, we're on our way out. Didn't expect you to be so…Oof!" Leah slammed right into Kim who had been occupying the space halfway down the stairs. "Ow what the hell Kim?" she accused, grabbing a hold of both the girl and the railing to keep them from tumbling the rest of the way down the steps. She turned her head to where Bella and I were and abruptly narrowed her eyes into slits. "What the fuck? You're not Mike."

Bella groaned as my eyes immediately shot to her. "Mike?" I croaked. My voice had gone embarrassingly squeaky. "You're going on a date…with Mike!"

"Yep," Leah answered for her. She descended the rest of the way down the stairs. "The one and only Mike Newton. Surprising huh? Didn't think our little Bells would start off her dating life with such a strong choice."

"Such a great choice," Kim corrected supportively. "He's flippin' hot as hell."

I turned to my so called best friend. "Really Bella? Mike?" I repeated incredulously. Of all the people, I never thought Bella would actually go for a guy like…like Mike. He was all wrong for Bella! Couldn't she see that? Since when was she into self-centered, idiotic, meathead jocks who focused all of their time on lifting weights, copying homework off of timid kids with actual brains and chasing after skirts? The very thought of the way he had the nerve to ask Bella on a date made my skin crawl.

But if I was honest with myself, I knew most of my internal rage was directed towards myself. I couldn't believe it. I was too late. And I fucking lost to fucking Mike.

"Oh my god!" Bella exclaimed abruptly. Her eyes grew huge and she had one of her hands covering her lip glossed mouth. Her brown orbs that had been directed over my shoulder shot back to me. "You finished it? You finished Lucy?"

"What?" I asked dumbly. Her complete shift in behavior had my brain hurting.

A huge grin spread across her lips as she pushed passed me and ran outside. She stumbled a bit in her shoes but she successfully made it across the street and immediately kneeled in front of my motorcycle. Her hands were splayed across on both ends of the bike and she practically pushed her face up against its metal surface. I finally realized what the commotion was about and slowly made my way over to her.

When Bella stood up and bent over the seat to get a look at the other side of the bike, I could do nothing but stop in my tracks. Her short dress rose up in the back and the bottom of her amazing ass was on partial display for me—that is, from behind her sexy fishnet stockings. She leaned over the bike even more, and a little more of her ass peeked out from under the dress, making me instantly hard despite the conflicting emotions raging in my body. It was obvious Kim and Leah were the culprits to her uncharacteristically revealing attire, and they must have forced Bella into wearing a thong too, 'cause her underwear was nowhere in sight. God, I was at complete odds with myself. Bella had always been beautiful, inside and out, funny, and gorgeous, but modest; always modest and down playing her kick ass body. But now, on top of being beautiful, funny and gorgeous, she was sexy as hell too? My heart squeezed in my chest. I've always been extremely sexually attracted to Bella, but now? Now that I've seen her all dressed up and looking as amazing as she did? It was criminal how much I wanted to touch her, hold her, and do things to her that would make us both scream in ecstasy…

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, standing up and mindlessly pulling her dress back down. She stepped up to the handle bars where she examined them closely, providing me with the merciless view of her body's perfect profile. God was she perfect. I couldn't help but admire the way her large, glorious breasts contrasted with her tiny itty bitty waist, which then spread out to her shapely, grab-able ass which then led down to her long, toned legs. Not only was the sight of her flawlessness leaning against my bike like a fucking pin up girl mesmerizing me to no end, the fact that she was genuinely awed by my completed motorcycle made my heart well up in cocky satisfaction. Her reaction was everything I wanted to see and more.

Fuck! I didn't know which emotion was the most evident at the moment. My uncontrollable horniness, my jealousy and anger, or my swelling pride. In the end, Bella's cries of praise fed into my pride and pushed it over the edge. With a near smile on my face, I took a step towards her, but then I felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to stop.

"Jacob, what are you still doing here?" An annoyed Kim twirled me around and eyed angrily.

"You wouldn't understand Kim," I shot back. I shrugged her off with the intention of to joining Bella in her celebration, but then Kim spoke up again causing me to freeze where I stood.

"Bella needs to get back inside to welcome her date when he gets here," Kim urged. "You and your bike need to get out of here, now. I worked way too hard on her appearance for her to give Mike a horrible first impression."

We both turned to Bella, who was now kneeled at the rear of the bike running her hands along the back tire, oooing and awwwing at my work. I didn't know about Kim, and I sure as hell didn't know about that fucking Mike bastard, but to me, what I saw before me was one of the most beautiful, sexy, endearing sights I'd ever seen in my life.

But it was too late. The damage was done. I swallowed hard and nodded once. I stalked across the street and reached Bella, who now peeked up at me from her kneeling position and smiled radiantly. "Oh my God she's gorgeous Jake! I'm so, so, so, so proud of you. I absolutely—"

"Love it?" I finished her famous words for her.

"Yes," she laughed at our inside joke. She truly couldn't have been happier for me. "I love Lucy." She smiled up at me warmly and I fought the urge to pull her up in my arms, throw her on the bike with me and zoom off into the night. "Will you take me on a ride? I have to know what she feels like," she breathed, standing up and inching closer to me.

With my heart clenching in my chest, I shook my head firmly. Bella's smile wavered. "Sorry, but I have to go."

Confusion was written all over her face. "You do? Why?"

The former annoyance that had worked itself up in my body reemerged from within as I remember just who, in fact, Bella was looking so stunningly beautiful for." Because you're going on a date with Mike Newton, remember?" Bella narrowed her eyes at the bitterness in my voice.

"Oh. Right," she said slowly.

A resentful smirk quirked my lips. "What you already forgot? Seems like you're really interested in going out with him tonight."

Bella's eyes widened and she crossed her arms. "What if I am interested?" she challenged back. "If you couldn't tell, some effort was actually put into my outfit today. Shouldn't that tell you something?"

I scoffed and took a step closer to her. "Yeah, it tells me you actually let Kim and Leah dress you up for once. Big freaking deal."

"As if I had a choice, Jacob Black," she spat.

"Oh don't pull that on me! You always have a choice."

"Not anymore I don't!" she hissed back in a harsh tone. "It seems like you're the only forgetful one around here. Have you really forgotten that little agreement we made? The one you practically pushed down my throat?"

"Wha—"

"The Yes Game Jacob," she snapped impatiently. "The game where I have to say yes to everyone and everything? You know, to 'broaden my boring horizons?'"

My jaw went slack. How could I have forgotten that game so quickly? My heart rate picked up. "So that's why you're going on this date? Because of the stupid bet we made?"

Bella uncrossed her arms and limply let them lie at her sides. "Pretty much, yeah," she shrugged. "When I went up the cliff the second time to get my shirt, I ran into Mike and his friends and we started talking. As soon as I told him you and I weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, he immediately asked me out on a date. Actually, I'm quite glad I said yes," she added with a puff.

"What? He thought we were together?" I coughed. Ugh! Why the fuck did Bella have to tell him the truth?

Bella's face hardened instantly. "Believe it or not Jacob, but a lot of people assume we're together, like, romantically or whatever. But don't worry. I quickly set him straight. Turns out you used to intimidate him into not talking to me. Funny huh?" There was nothing humorous in her voice as we stared each other down.

"Hilarious," I deadpanned.

"Bella sweetie, we're on our way out," Kim sang from across the street. With one last scowling glance thrown in my direction, Bella side stepped me and made her way over to her two girlfriends. Kim wrapped Bella in her arms and squeezed her tight. Leah stood by proudly and the three of them exchanged a few encouraging words and more than a few irritating girly squeals before Bella waved them off and they drove away.

Bella turned to me, her expression suddenly morphing into sadness. "You should come in for a second," she told me softly. "You left your jacket here last time." I nodded my head and followed her into the house. She grabbed the jacket that was hanging off the edge of her sofa and handed it to me. "I can't tell you how sorry I am that this happened. I don't know why I forgot you were coming over today. That was really stupid of me."

As always, nothing but genuine concern shown on her face and I had no other choice but to reign back the jealous outbursts I knew were lurking from just underneath the surface.

I sighed. "It's okay Bells." I forced a weak smile. I leaned in forward so that I was face to face with her large brown eyes. "Be safe okay? And be smart. Guys are…idiots. Make sure your phone's on you at all times. Call me if anything happens, no matter what."

Bella smiled broadly and nodded her head. "You know you're on speed dial Jake," she said softly.

"Number one right?"

She chuckled. "Number one."

I pulled her into my arms and held her tight. The love of my life was about to leave me for some asshole and I was practically giving her my blessing. The world is so fucked up.

"This means a lot to me Jake," she said in my chest as she clutched herself against me.

We pulled away and stared into each other's eyes. Please, please don't go, I was telling her with my steady gaze.

Bella bit her lip and smiled."Wish me luck okay? Pray I don't do anything stupid tonight." She said it light heartedly but her words made me want to disappear.

I pulled away placed my hand on the door."You'll be fine."

"Hey, wait a second," she said abruptly, eyeing the backpack in my hands. I followed her gaze and saw that her surprise helmet was peeking out of the top, the bow partially visible from where we stood. "What's that?" she asked. She looked up at me hopefully with a small grin forming on her face.

My jaw clenched. This was not the night I was anticipating, and this was definitely not the circumstances I had imagined when I was to reveal her present. What, was I supposed to hand over my gift, the one I knew she'd absolutely adore, and then let her ditch me for her date? No, I didn't think so.

"It's nothing," I gruffly replied. I reached over and forcibly zipped the backpack all the way shut. "I gotta go."

Clearly disappointed, Bella's smile faltered and her eyes looked sad. "Okay," she said, giving me a hopeful wave. "Call me later!"

"Sure, sure," I mumbled as I walked out of the house and closed the door behind me.

Still on her front porch, I stood for a moment and closed my eyes. Pinching the bridge of my nose I groaned. How could this happen to me? The day really couldn't have turned out any worse.

"Aw shit!" I heard, making my eyes snapped open.

Oh sweet Jesus, kill me now.

There Mike stood on the side walk in front of Bella's house with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a screwed up expression on his face.

His agonized eyes were glued to mine as he ran his hand through his shiny blond hair and blew out a long, agitated breath. "Shit," he murmured again, letting the flowers hit the side of his thigh when he gave up holding them up.

I opened my mouth to address the little shit, but he interrupted me before I could get a word out.

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I didn't know. She told me you guys weren't together, okay? You gotta believe me."

"What?" I asked, slowly approaching the bastard. I'd seen him plenty around school and on the football field. Instinctively I gauged my apparent competition. How nauseating, he was such a pretty boy. Mike Newton was blond, blue eyed, and had decent muscle. It was clear he hit the gym to impress the ladies, and by the douche bag smirk he always had playing on his lips when he sauntered down the halls every day, he didn't get turned down a whole lot. Mike Newton was the ever typical high school football player: first string quarterback, captain of the team and most popular and wanted guy around school—at least, that what I heard. In my eyes he was spoiled jerk off who was used to getting what he wanted; and his ego was probably ready to burst now that the ever unattainable Isabella Swan had finally said yes to his cocky ass.

"I swear to God I'm telling the truth, bro. Bella said she was single. It's not my bad," he continued to ramble.

I raised an eyebrow. I was gradually beginning to understand what was going on in that peanut brain of his. Mike must have seen me come out of Bella's house and was assuming we'd just hooked up or something. How I wish that were true.

I nodded my head slowly, making sure to keep an intimidating expression on my face as I neared the douche. "What? Are these things supposed to be for her?" I asked menacingly, making my voice deeper in pitch than usual.

Mike glanced down at the flowers I was referring to and quickly shoved them in my chest. "Here, you take them, I don't give a shit. I just don't want any trouble."

I held on to the flowers and stared at them blankly as a devious plan began formulating in my head. Mike was ready to bolt, and who was I stop him?

A wild grin curled my lips.

I could step up to the asshole and get in his face."What the fuck do you think you're doing at my girl's house? You'll be a dead motherfucker if your shit face doesn't get out of my mother fucking sight in the next three fucking seconds!" Spit would be flying in the poor pretty boy's face as I gave him a piece of my mind, and then he'd immediately go running for the hills before I could count off. After that I'd take off home and wait until later when I'd play sensitive best friend-soon-to-be-boyfriend to Bella when she called me that night.

"Jake!" she'd sob into the phone.

"Yes baby?" I'd respond as attentively as ever.

"Mike stood me up!" she'd moan miserably into the phone. "What a shit-faced cock sucker! I can't believe I almost went out with such an idiotic douche when I could have spent the day with someone as amazing, considerate and sexy as you."

I'd chuckle softly and respond in a heroic tone. "I know baby, I know. Do you want me to come over and make passionate love to you all night?"

"Yes! Yes!" She'd practically moan on the other end.

Shit, that would be nice. I slowly came back to the real world, where Mike was flipping a bitch in front of me, and I held the night's fate in my hands.

If I were to send the blonde bitch away, I would bet all the money in his hefty bank account that the fantasy floating in my head would become a reality…more or less. Bella would call me, and she would complain about being stood up by Mike…but she'd also be miserable and blame herself for it. Damn. I could see it now; her waiting by the door all night long, looking as precious as she did, only to be let down in one of the most humiliating ways possible. I was the one who forced her to into making this bold leap of faith, was I going to be the one to set her up for a mortifying failure all because I was too much of a pussy to make the first move?

No, I couldn't do that to Bella, no matter how appealing the prospect of scaring Mike away was to me at the moment. This was her first date and it wouldn't be fair. As a jealous admirer, my deviant plan was irresistible, but as a best friend, guardian and confidante, I couldn't allow myself to go through with it.

"Relax," I finally vocalized. "We're not like that."

Mike's eyebrow immediately rose. He stood up straighter and his ears perked up like a dog. "You're not? You're saying she's not your girlfriend?"

Not yet. To say the confirming word "No" would cause too much me pain, so instead I opted to level Mike with a steady glare, shifting my gaze from one dull blue eye to the next.

Mike, finally realizing the coast was clear and that I wouldn't kick his sorry ass, soon returned to being the cocky dickwad I recognized from school.

A snarky grin became visible on his face and a belittling glint shined brightly in his eye."Oh, let me guess. She turned you down?" He laughed condescendingly and had the nerve to place a mock supportive hand on my shoulder. Immediately I shoved it off with enough force to send him stumbling backwards. Without any hesitation I stepped up to him and grabbed him by the crisp collared shirt his mother probably ironed for him that morning.

We were face to face, eye to eye, and he was breathing hard. "Get the fuck off of me!" he wailed. The crack in his voice betrayed the tough anger in his expression. He wanted to piss his pants.

"Bella and I might not be together, yet, but this temporary lapse of her judgment doesn't mean you get to put your filthy hands on her. Understand? You touch her, you die." I seethed venomously in his face. "It's a pretty straight forward two step process. I hear you step out of bounds once—just once, and you're ass is mine. Don't you fucking doubt it Newton."

Mike, breathing hard, struggled to maintain his composure. His face was beet red and he looked like a pouting five year old. "Okay, okay," he relented. I dropped him and stormed past him in a flash.

"Hey!" he yelled after me. "Can I get my flowers back?"

"Let me think about that," I deadpanned with a growl. With the flowers still in hand, I hopped on my bike and revved up my engine.

"Reject," I heard him murmur. I was thisclose to running the fucker over. He was going to regret that.

A head of me was what was guaranteed to be the worst night of my life.

Because in the end, the douche was right. I was a nothing but a reject.

A/N: Ouch...tehehehe;)

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