So I've never submitted to FanFic before and I'm a total computer moron. I didn't get how to add chapter notes so I just failed to do anything. I finally decided to just go ahead and add stuff to the beginning of the chapter so this story doesn't seem like it was produced from a black hole.
Not only have I never written a fan-fiction before, I have not written any work of fiction since the eighth grade so don't expect a work of Shakespeare here. What inspired me to go from reader to author a few months ago was reading Moonshadow, a fantastic fan-fic by chef diamond heart. I adored her idea of a wolf-ride between Jake and Bella and decided to write my own. Obviously, not only do I pilfer the characters of Twilight, I use other fan-fiction author's plot ideas. Sorry, I am incapable of original thought. Please don't sue me.
This story has only been submitted due to the blood, sweat and tears of my beta, the divine bloodofbeckie from Team SOB. Thank you, bb for holding my hand and dragging me, kicking and screaming, into the 21st century.
Everything in the Twilight universe belongs to the fabulous Ms. Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing, nothing! Seems like she could lend me Jacob on major holidays, couldn't she? Or better yet, I could lend her Jacob on major holidays. Well, some holidays. Okay, I'd give him back President's Day. All day. I promise.
Chapter 3 "Operation Amy"
JPOV
I looked across the room at the sound of her steps on the stairs. She came down the wooden stairs carefully and the first thing I saw were beautiful little diamond sandals. Looking at the tiny straps and high heel of her shoes, I was a little surprised that Bella hadn't fallen or tripped coming down the stairs. Her sandals matched the tiny diamond straps holding up the dress she wore. The soft, deep red silk folded and clung to her luscious curves while more little diamonds dotted the fabric. She almost shimmered when she moved. God, could she be more beautiful? I wondered in shock.
Her hair fell down her back; the sides held up with even more sparkling diamonds. Her face was so gorgeous; her huge eyes and silky lashes dominated her features but I found my attention being drawn to her full lips. Jeeeesus, it was always hard to keep my hands off her, but how the hell was I supposed to stay away from her tonight when she looked like this? And speaking of hard, I silently thanked Christ that Charlie was gone and he missed the rise in my pants. Hopefully, my jacket was covering me; I could hardly stare down at my crotch to make sure she couldn't see my hard on.
"Hey Bells," I greeted her casually as I walked to her and ran my hand up her bare arm. Her skin was silky as always and I closed my eyes as her spicy, sweet scent floated up to my nose. God, if Bella had any idea what she did to me on a daily basis, she'd run screaming out of the room, and never come back.
I collected her coat from the closet and stood behind her, holding it out as she turned so she could slip it on. When I looked down, I saw that the damned dress completely exposed her back and showed all of her delicate bones and muscles. I put my nose in her delicious hair and tried to keep my hands and my mind off that delectable back. Jesus Christ. I envied that fucking dress.
I made myself clear my head and focus. Tonight was all about Operation Amy. It was time to calm down and launch my initial attack.
"Ready to roll, Bells?" I asked nonchalantly. "You're gonna knock 'em dead tonight." I tried to be a little standoffish. If she noticed me drooling all over her now, she'd never realize I was engaging in Operation Amy.
"Sure, sure, Jake. Ready as I'll ever be."
As we crossed the uneven ground of the yard, I held her close to me, guiding her to my car, but Bella didn't stumble once. Good thing she had practiced forever walking in high heels with some of the agency's other models. They had to practice and when they noticed she couldn't walk across a flat surface without falling on her butt, they'd forced her to join them. After a year of training, she could even walk across a room in heels without killing herself or anybody else in her path. I got her into my Mustang and immediately started on Operation Amy as we pulled down the street.
"I heard that Amy Nichols is going to come tonight, Bells." I let that one hang out there with no other comment. She slid me an annoyed look.
"So?" she asked. She sounded a little annoyed, too.
"Well, what do you think of her?" This was a seemingly innocent question.
"I don't know her, Jacob. Why? What do you think of her? She seems nice." She didn't sound any less annoyed.
"I just thought she was cute and she seemed really nice." I didn't add anything else to the evil seed I just planted. Hopefully, she'd snap at me again.
"Well, she's cute enough but she definitely isn't a brain surgeon. She asked the professor a really stupid question in civics class yesterday," came the snarky reply. I hid a grin. Bella thought better of her comment. "But she's very nice. She's always sweet whenever I talk to her," she sighed. "Why do you want to know?"
"Just wondered what you thought of her," I shrugged as I shifted gears. I received a cutting glare, then was ignored the rest of the trip.
Operation Amy was under way.
We arrived at the dance and were immediately surrounded by our classmates. Usually, wherever Bella and I went, we stayed together like two peas in a pod, always touching because I couldn't stand to be away from her and she always seemed to want to be with me. It wasn't as if she treated me like her boyfriend. No, I was more like the comfortable, old jeans she always wanted to be wearing. Sometimes, I thought that she gave me as much attention as she did her rattiest pair of jeans. I was just always there. Old reliable. Good old Jake, her best friend. Well, I was tired of being good, old reliable Jake. Hopefully, Operation Amy was going to shake things up and make her see me in a whole new light.
The next phase of my strategy flowed seamlessly as I let the crowd separate us and found myself being surrounded by my pack and lots of ladies. Let's face it: women liked me. Hell, they better like me, because I would be out of a job if they didn't. Usually I was always with Bella so they weren't a problem. Tonight, I wanted to attract them like liquid mercury flowing towards a magnet and it seemed I was doing that just fine. I sat on a stool by a high table with Embry and Quil and we flirted and laughed with the swarms of girls that surrounded us. Well, Embry and I did: Quil could have cared less. All he ever thought about was Claire. I understood where he was coming from, as all I thought about was Bella; but I was going to hide my obsession with her tonight.
Of course, this didn't mean I didn't track her every move. The only weak link in Operation Amy was that I wouldn't be by Bella. I knew every horny prick in the place would be lusting after her as she stood there looking mouth-watering in that fucking dress. Damn, I knew that they lusted after her when I was standing next to her with my arm around her waist, glaring at them. God only knew what they'd try to pull while I was across the room, trying to make her jealous.
"Quil, go talk to Bella. See if she wants to dance," I whispered urgently, suddenly nervous.
Quil rolled his eyes. "Aw, come on, Jake. You know she won't want to dance with me. I think this plan is stupid, anyway."
I had to include Quil in Operation Amy. He'd never come to a dance if I hadn't bribed him. I needed his help guarding Bella from the local wolves, human and non. Quil and Jared were imprinted. They were the only guys here I trusted to be around her; I sure as hell couldn't trust Embry.
"Go on, Quil. Go talk to her about Claire. You know Bella will want to hear how she's doing." It was a stroke of genius. Quil happily trotted off to bore poor Bella with unending drivel about his darling imprint. She'd be safe and bored. Perfect. You could only hear about the adorable antics of a five year old for so long before you got glassy eyed. Quil would ramble on for hours and Bella's mind and eyes would have to start wandering before long. If things went according to plan, they'd wander right over to me.
Embry was doing his part and girls continued to buzz to us. I'd kept Embry in the dark about Operation Amy. No need to waste money bribing him. It was natural for him to be horn-dogging it with every girl in the room. We joked and laughed while I acted like we were having a wonderful time. I saw Bella sneaking a peek my way every few minutes as she continually nodded at Quil, a strained smile plastered to her face.
I looked away to hide my grin and noticed I was just about to acquire my target, the person I had been waiting for all evening. Amy Nichols: cute, nice, sweet and irrevocably in love with her hometown honey, had just entered the field of battle. She was perfect for my plan. Amy was a friend of Jared's imprint Kim and I learned from Jared that Amy and her boyfriend were secretly engaged. I stored this valuable information away for my personal use. I needed to look like I was hitting on a girl but it would make things a whole lot simpler if that girl was taken. I didn't want anyone, other than Bella, to get the wrong idea.
"Hey, Amy!" I called. She looked up at me with a sweet expression on her face. "Come over here, girl, I need to talk to you." Amy complied, looking a little mystified.
I noticed Bella's head had turned to get a good look as I pulled Embry's seat out from under him, dumping his ass off the stool. He glared at me and stalked off.
"Have a seat." I leaned into Amy while putting my hand on her arm. "I hear you're engaged. Is that true?" Amy blushed and got a huge smile on her face as she sat down. She actually ducked her head and bit her lip as I picked up her stool and plopped it closer to mine.
"Well, I don't know if we're officially engaged. He gave me a ring, but we decided to keep it on a chain. Less questions, you know."
"Really?" I asked breathlessly. Bella was getting a good look. "Can I see?" I put a finger on her necklace, hoping Amy didn't think I was overstepping the line but also hoping that Bella did.
Amy was oblivious. She proudly pulled her necklace out of her neckline and put the ring in my waiting hand. I made a big fuss at the tiny thing as I leaned in closer to Amy. This had to look bad from across the room. I smiled down at her.
"Tell me about him, Amy. What's he like?" She beamed lovingly as she thought about her fiancé. She reached out and put her hand on my sleeve.
"You know, Jacob, when you just know someone makes you complete?" she asked.
"Yeah, I know." I covered her hand. Operation Amy was going perfectly to plan. I couldn't have asked for anything better if I'd employed Amy. I snuck a look at Bella.
A major fissure in my plan appeared. All parts of Operation Amy ceased; in fact, any notice of Amy disappeared as I politely excused myself. I never thought of her again.
Embry, that sneaky little son of a bitch, was dancing with Bella. I guess you could call it dancing. It didn't really look like dancing to me; he was all over her. Red took over my vision. Embry had always had a crush on Bella. He couldn't keep it from me because when we were in wolf form, I got to hear every one of his sick thoughts and desires about her.
Now, it looked like he was trying to play out one of his little fantasies in the middle of the dance floor. Bella was clinging to Embry as he dragged her around the floor. He had his arms wrapped around her like he was trying to feel every curve (I'm sure he was) and had his hands placed dangerously close to her ass.
I stood up and it felt like fire was shooting out of my eyes as I glared at Embry. The wolf in me wanted to race across the room and rip his fucking hands off her. He'd live if I tore his hands off. It'd be kind of tough for him to run in wolf form without his two front paws, but it would serve the son of a bitch right. Embry looked up and stared straight into my eyes. The stupid, shit-eating grin fell from his face as he came to an abrupt halt.
I saw him pull Bella away from his body and race her over to a chair surrounded by single girls. He tried to shrink down and disappear into the crowd as he left Bella. Like he could hide from me. I followed his every move like a stalker. I caught his traitorous ass just as he was trying to sneak out the back.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" he started apologizing when he smelled me close in on him. He turned around with his hands up. "I saw you hitting on that Nichols chick and thought, 'What the hell? Might as well try my luck.' " He looked at me with a sickly smile. "Guess you're not going after the Nichols chick, huh?"
"No, I am not going after anybody but Bella Swan, Shit for Brains. And if you don't know that by now -"
"Well, what the hell are you doing drooling down Amy Nichol's tits if you aren't going after her? Even if those tits are mighty fine…"
"I'm trying to make Bella jealous, you dickwad. I did not need you trying to put your filthy paws on her ass in the meantime." If I kicked him in the balls, he probably would still be able to have kids one day. Well, it was worth the risk. I moved over to him.
"Jake, look at that Graves dude, man! He is all over Bella!" These are probably the only words that would have saved Embry's hide. Sure enough, Rick Graves, a soon to be dead fellow engineering student, was gripping my Bella like they were going to start screwing in the middle of the dance floor. He was running his fucking hand in her hair and down her naked back. The prick's lips were on her neck and ear. And Bella was going right along with it! She was buried into the son of a bitch's chest like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I hadn't killed Embry; I'd restrained myself. But this bastard was going to die right here where he defiled my Bella. As I closed in on them, I saw him hump his fucking erection into Bella's stomach. This did not improve my mood. After I finished filleted Graves and got hold of Bella, it would be everything I could do not to tan her little butt for letting that bastard jizz in his pants on her in the middle of the fucking dance floor.
I was so pissed by the time I got my hand around the crotch stain's throat, I had no thought other than to pull off his body parts and stuff them down his throat. I slammed him against the back wall and growled in his ear, letting him know the fun times that would be coming his way. I had dragged Bella along with us and she was making a commotion, directing my attention away from the asshole's neck. I took a really good look at her and for the first time it struck me. Bella was drunk! My precious, sweet, innocent Bella was weaving around like a drunken sailor.
She stumbled against me. "Heeeey, Jake!" she bellowed, her alcohol-laced breath almost knocking me back on my heels. "You're with Amy," she announced and started nodding like a chicken.
I couldn't believe it! "Bella, you are drunk off your ass," I hissed at her.
"Oh, no, I'm drunk on my feet, Jakey," she giggled. "I haven't fallen down once." She seemed as if she was very proud of herself as she lurched around. No wonder Graves was able to slobber all over her!
I turned back to Graves and bounced his head against the wall. "What kind of low life fuck are you, getting her drunk and putting moves on her?" I snarled at him. Then, a light bulb went off in my head. I'd heard of date rape drugs. Who hadn't? Bella was acting just like somebody had…
Fury pounded through me. This dead asshole would be lucky if I only tore off his head. A better option would be to strip off his skin, piece-by-piece first. I picked him up by the neck, dragging his head up the wall about a foot so I could stare into his soon-to-be dead eyes. I was so fucking furious, I could feel my eyes start to change; and I clamped an iron hard control over myself. There was no way I was phasing. I felt more in tune with my wolf side than I ever had as a human. I could smell the fear dripping off his body. I smiled at him and turned my head so my teeth could get just the right grip on this motherfucker's throat. I was going to enjoy this.
"Did you put something in her drink?" I whispered. The fucker was frozen in fear as I closed in. My fingers involuntarily tightened on his soft throat and saliva gathered in my mouth as I thought about ripping apart that doughy flesh. Dead Asshole was gasping for air now. Oh, no, it's not going to be nearly that easy, I thought with pleasure. I leaned in closer to that pulsating neck. I whispered in his ear very slowly, very quietly, "I am going to tear off your head and piss down your throat, you fucking -"
"Hey, Jake, we got it from here, bro," Quil, Embry and Jared piled in, rushing around Dead Asshole and me. They tried to look reassuring as they attempted to pry my hand off of Grave's throat. Wasn't going to happen. This rat bag was mine. He was turning colors. He'd turn even prettier colors as his corpse rotted. I heard Bella giggling behind me.
"Jake, man, JAKE! You gotta let the son of a bitch go. You're going to kill him!" Embry and Jared couldn't peel my fingers back from Dead Asshole.
"Jake, you can't rip his head off in public, dude." Quil pleaded. "Take care of Bella. We'll take care of this guy. He won't bother her again. Ever. Will you?" They glared at the miserable little fuck as he wheezed frantically. He tried to shake his head. Nope, that wasn't going to happen either.
"You're gonna crush the asshole's windpipe, man. Bella needs you, Jake. You gotta get her out of here." Embry finally got through to me. Bella.
She was laughing like a loon. She would never have remained upright if I hadn't anchored her to me. I couldn't take care of her and finish off this butt crust at the same time. As always, she was my number one priority. I released Dead Asshole. He fell to the floor like a corpse as his breath rattled through his throat.
I pulled Bella close and sniffed her carefully. She was lurching drunkenly around, singing loudly (and very off key) more or less along with the music. "That asshat had to have put something in her drink but I can't smell anything except the alcohol. If she wasn't drugged, how else could she have gotten so bombed in ten minutes?"
"Something set her off. I saw her down at least three glasses when I was with her…" Embry's voice dropped off apprehensively.
I raked Embry furiously with my eyes. "Don't think I've forgotten your role in all of this, Call. You had your hands all over her and you fed her alcohol. I swear to God, Embry, don't you ever -"
"I know, Jake. Believe me, I know. I said I'm sorry. Now, please, man, get Bella out of here."
I swung Bella around and then dragged her out the door. Once outside, I unceremoniously dumped her on the nearest bench.
"Just what in the holy fuck do you think you are doing, Bella?" I was beyond furious. Bella had the nerve to smile at me.
"Hey Jake, I loooved my head rubbing. Would you do it again?" She was actually trying to worm her way under my arm.
"Again? Bella, I haven't touched you all night. That was Rick Graves who had his hands all over you. And that's not the only thing he was rubbing against you!" God, I felt like I was going insane. "Did he give you a drink?"
"It's okay, Jake. I kept pretending he was you. It worked out just fine as long as he kept his mouth shut." She smiled like an idiot.
"It certainly is not OKAY, Bella! You were practically dry humping every guy you came in contact with!" I roared at her. "Did that son of a bitch give you a drink?"
She looped her little arms around my neck and brought my face inches from hers.
"Awww, don't fuss at me Jacob. No, he didn't give me a drink. I did it all on my own. And I didn't hump anybody. I danced with Embry 'cause he was warm and he reminded me of you and I just pretended Rick was you rubbing me. That's okay, isn't it? You were with her, you know. You're not mad at me, are you?" She stared up at me. I could see the tears collecting in her eyes. It was one of my two worst nightmares, Bella crying because I hurt her.
My heart constricted. "No, honey, I'm not mad-" I started and then stopped. What was I saying? "Hell, yeah, I'm mad, Bella. I don't care what you were pretending. I can tell you what was happening: and one thing that wasn't happening. You were NOT rubbing yourself against me! Embry and Graves were all over you at that miserable dance and you let them do it! And you were drinking yourself into oblivion!" I was seething.
She looked at me like I had broken her heart and burst into tears. I couldn't take it anymore. Who was I trying to kid? I couldn't stay mad at her. I sat beside her and scooped her onto my lap. She cried down my neck as I tried to calm her.
"It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. Don't cry now. I'm not mad any more. I just don't understand. What's gotten into you?"
I couldn't help myself from hugging her close and rubbing circles on that beautiful, naked back. I shuddered. She leaned back and glared at me. "You were with Amy," she howled accusingly. More tears followed and she grabbed my neck like I was keeping her afloat. I hid my smile. Operation Amy seemed to have been effective. It had some unexpected consequences, but it was effective. Bella finally realized that she wanted me, thank God.
"Honey, I was just talking to her. I wasn't groping her or kissing her neck or humping her or even dancing with her."
"No," she mumbled something into my neck, sobbing. "I'm so ha-ha-hap-happy for you, Jake," she cried, clutching me frantically.
"You don't look too happy, Bells. Now, tell me what's the matter, sweetheart. You know you can tell me anything." I stroked her hair and nuzzled her cheek.
"Oh, Jake, I'm such a stupid shit," she wailed, tears flowing down her beautiful face.
"You are not a stupid shit, Bella. You just drank too much and acted like a stupid shit tonight. Now, what's going on?"
"I can't tell you," she was hiccupping. "It's just too hu-humiliating!" She was so cute. I felt a little guilty I had driven her to drink, but I'd had to do something. I just hoped she remembered her jealousy in the morning. She was rubbing her nose in my neck.
"You smell so good, Jake. Have I ever told you how good you smell?" she whispered. She licked my neck and fastened her little teeth on my ear. Uh-oh. Every thought and emotion abruptly fled my body as blood pooled in my groin and lust flooded my mind. Holy Christ.
"Mmmm, you taste good too, Jake." She swirled her tongue along the outer edge of my ear. "I love this ear, Jake. Have I ever told you that? Mmmm, it's so sweet and it makes me want to just…" she breathed in my ear and licked the inner folds with that hot, sweet tongue. I was vaguely aware my pants felt like they were going to split. I was frozen to the spot. I couldn't even think because I was so stunned and aroused. Bella never did anything like this; she had never touched me in any way that could be considered sexual. I didn't know what to do. She squirmed on my incredibly aggravated erection. Jesus, I was as bad as Graves, letting Bella fall all over me when she was as soused as she was.
"Bella, honey, stop. You can't be doing that kind of stuff in your condition. I can't take it, sweetheart. Now, let's get your things and I'll take you home."
"I don't want to go home, Jake. I want to be with you," she curled up to me, a smile in her voice. Then she glided her hand up my neck, turning my face into her melting eyes. "Don't you want to be with me, Jake?" God, this was torture. I closed my eyes and groaned. I ran my nose down her jaw line, unable to keep away from her sweet neck. I couldn't help myself; she was so tempting. I felt her hands stroke my shoulders and reach into my hair. Jesus, I had to get her to quit.
"Bella, please, sweetheart, you don't know what you're doing," I gasped. "Now, keep your hands to yourself and let's get out of here."
"I know exactly what I'm doing, Jake," that sultry voice whispered. "I'm seducing you," she giggled sweetly. "How am I doing?" she started in on my other ear. Blood hammered through my body. "This one didn't get any attention, Jake. It feels neglected," her talented tongue began swirling and darting in my ear.
"Alright, that's it," I snapped and stood up abruptly, unable to take any more. I picked her up but tried to keep her away from my body. She cuddled up to me and went at my ear again. Christ, I could only take so much. I wasn't a saint. Hell, even a saint would probably succumb to Bella right now.
"Bella, keep your hands to yourself, now! I mean it!" I tried my best to sound stern as my insides heated and melted into my crotch. I headed towards the door to collect her things so I could get her home. I had to get away from this living torture.
She stroked my ear and breathed in that charcoal voice, "But Jake, it feels lonely. It didn't get-" That was it. I had exceeded my limit. I'd wanted Bella for years and I couldn't handle her crawling all over me. I wanted to bury myself in her body and never surface. If she didn't get her hands off me I was going to explode. I grabbed her hands and anchored them to her waist.
"Bella, I'm telling you right now, you have driven me over the edge," I snarled at her. "I can't take any more and unless you want me to pile drive you against the side of this godforsaken school, you are going to keep your goddamn hands and mouth to your goddamn self. Now, do I need to be any fucking clearer?" That should do it.
"Okay," she laughed softly. "That looks like a good place over there," she pointed to a columned area behind the school.
I absolutely could not believe it. I just couldn't do this. I would never forgive myself (and neither would she) if I took advantage of her condition and I wasn't strong enough to resist her. "Christ almighty," I prayed, hoping that someone, anyone, was listening to me. She had to help me. "Please, Bella, please, no more. For me, honey, please just sit quietly and don't say another word. Please sweetheart!" I begged, closing my eyes and trying to clear my mind.
"Do you want her, Jake? Do you not want me any more? Did you imprint on her?" My eyes flicked open and I watched hers fill with tears. They looked like a straight conduit to her broken heart.
I inhaled slowly and paused before I stared deep into her eyes. All my heart poured into my words. "Bella, you know there is no one for me but you. I don't want any woman other than you. I can't think of any woman, other than you."
She burst into tears and mumbled down my neck, "I'm such a horrible person, Jake. I don't deserve you."
"No, you're not. Now quit talking about yourself like that. We're going to get you home and get some coffee in you. And after you sober up a little, we're going to get you in bed. I won't leave you, honey." I stroked her head. "Thank God Charlie's not home. You are going to feel like hammered shit in the morning," I muttered under my breath.
Embry flung out the door, arms full. "Thank Christ!" I breathed. "Embry, if that's her stuff, I swear I won't kill you tonight no matter what you do."
"Yeah, I figured you could use some help." He stared at Bella as she crawled up my chest and wrapped herself around me like a kitten. She nosed against my neck and then started rubbing her head back and forth along my jaw, purring softly. Embry's mouth fell open and his eyes looked glazed. He was stuttering and it was everything I could do to concentrate on his words. "D-do you kn-know uh…how much of tha-that shit she drank?"
I could feel my temper heating up again, thankfully getting my mind off of Bella's caresses. "You've got a better idea about that than me. I didn't give her any of it. Do you think that son of a bitch could have slipped something to her? She acts like somebody put a roofie in her drink."
"Shit, man, anybody could have snuck anything in that bowl of punch. Can you smell anything on her?"
I shook my head as I raked my nose over her face. No, nothing but sweet Bella and traces of Embry and that fucking son of a bitch, Graves. And - "What was in that punch, anyway? Do you know?"
"Uh, I think Paul dumped rez moonshine in it," Embry replied quietly.
"Fuck! Five drinks of that shit in ten minutes would have me on my ass, much less Bella. I thought I smelled that crap. Bells, Bella sweetheart, how many drinks did you have?"
"Eeeeyyeeedunno." Her head rolled around as she held up her fingers as if trying to count. She waved them around as she mumbled, "Four or sssicksss or sumthun lik that." She made different numbers with her hands, turning them back and forth, staring at them glassily as if they held the wisdom of the ages.
"Jesus Christ, I should probably take her to the hospital and get her stomach pumped. She could get alcohol poisoning with as much as she's had." Shit, shit, shit! Bella couldn't hold her alcohol. God knows what could happen with her luck.
"She'll be fine, Jake. Just take her home and let her sleep it off. You don't need to take her to the hospital, for God's sake. And if you did, Charlie would hear about it before he hit the city limits."
"I don't give a fuck if Charlie finds out. Charlie sure as shit will find out if she dies from too much alcohol. And Bella never drinks, Embry. I don't know how she's going to hold up. Here," I said, thrusting my iPhone at him. "Look on my favorites for webMD." With Bella around, I always had it at the ready. "Read off the symptoms for alcohol poisoning." Embry stared at me for a moment before sighing and doing what I asked. As he was reading through the text, Bella stirred.
"I'm not going ta the hoshpital, Jakey," she interrupted, staring drunkenly into one of my eyes as she tapped my chest. "I tol you, I haven fallen dow once. I jus feel a liddle dizzy, thas all."
"Christ, man, you better keep her head out the window of your car. She is going to puke everywhere before you get her home."
"I hope she does. She needs to get that shit out of her."
"Not all over the Mustang, man. Please, Jake, you gotta protect Ethel. I ride in that car."
"Embry, just shut the fuck up and bring her stuff to my car. She's drunk and she's going to be sick as a dog. You drive and I'll hold her in the back. Let's just get her home."
"Alright, man, but if she blows, I can't be responsible for my actions. It makes me sick just -"
"Embry!"
Bella seemed to pass out as we strode quickly to the car. I handed her off to Embry and crawled into the backseat. Not an easy task for a giant to get in the backseat of a 1965 Mustang. Bella started to cry for me as soon as she realized I was gone.
"Jake!" she cried, reaching frantically. Embry carefully handed her back to me.
"Right here, sweetheart," I murmured in her ear. Even though she was drunk, I just felt thankful that I got to fold her in my arms and nuzzle her sweet, drunk cheek.
"I love you, Jake," she mumbled into my neck.
"I know, sweetheart. I love you too."
Embry thrust a plastic shopping bag into my face, ruining my moment. "Protect the interior, man," he whined. "You can't let anybody hurl all over these rolled leather seats, Jake. It's sacrilege!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Embry, would you just drive and quit worrying about the interior of my fucking car? I'll set fire to the thing if she ruins it. I don't give a shit! I'm just worried about, Bella."
Embry sat in stunned silence. He loved Ethel, my 65 Mustang Fastback as much, if not more, than I did. I knew he lusted after her perfectly restored flanks and black, liquid paint as much as he lusted after Bella.
"Jesus, Jake," he breathed disbelievingly.
Bella was passed out in my arms. I looked over the symptoms for alcohol poisoning again and concluded she seemed pretty much in the clear. Every couple of miles, I'd whispered her name, making sure she responded. She'd smile and kiss my neck or murmur my name. I decided to chance it and take her home. Other than being drunk as a boiled owl, she displayed no symptoms. If I took her to the hospital for being drunk when it wasn't necessary and Charlie found out, shit, Bella would never forgive me.
As the miles flew by, she snuggled deeper into my aching groin and rubbed her nose against my neck. I groaned quietly and stroked her hair back from her sweet face. I was truly grateful that I was able to take care of her now, when she really needed me; but if this was a sign of what was to come, it was going to be a very long fucking night.
Shameless Pimping Section:
"Anger Management" by bloodofbeckie and mybrandofheroin
Bella/Jacob stories I love:
"Moonshadow: a Twilight Bella and Jacob Story" by chef diamond heart (inspiration for this story)
"Jacob's Ladder" by Diamondheart (Part 2 of Moonshadow) found on Twilighted
"A Life Lived" by Labrattus Chapter 6 of this story may be my all time favorite fan fic chapter. HOLY TOLETO, it is hot, wild and kinky so make sure you are in an air-conditioned room when you read it! You have been warned! Found on Twilighted
"Seventh Inning Stretch" by Live720
You can see Jake's car, Ethel, 1965 Mustang Fastback at:
http://www(dot)seriouswheels(dot)com/1960-1969/1965-Ford-Mustang-Fastback-Black-FA(dot)htm
(obviously, replace the word dot with a .)
Sorry to keep everybody at the dance for three chapters. Jake will tell you what happens next and believe me; it is very interesting! So, did you figure out what Jake was up to before you read any of "Operation Amy"? Was it fair for Jake to do this to Bella?
The Yes, I Know I'm Not Your Mother But...Section
I've had a fun time with Bella getting liquored up at the Valentine's Dance but in real life, what she did was incredibly stupid and dangerous. Even though we're all adults reading this, (right???) everybody here realizes you never drink an alcoholic drink from a public source such as a spiked punch bowl. Anybody could put drugs into an open supply like this and then prey on the indulgers.
Alcohol poisoning is when a person does exactly what Bella did, drinks too much alcohol too fast. It affects 50,000 dopes per year and kills 1 person a week, usually some dumb ass playing drinking games or being initiated. Symptoms are slow, shallow or irregular breathing, blue tinged skin, seizures, absent reflexes, unconsciousness, confusion, difficulty being awakened and no withdrawal from pain stimuli.
The ONLY cure is to seek medical attention, meaning you have to drag their drunk ass to the hospital. Coffee and showers don't help. Sleeping it off is not the answer because frequently, drunks start vomiting when they are unconscious and if they are on their backs, they can choke or fatally injure their lungs and die. Translation: somebody has to stay awake all night and watch the drunkard, making sure they don't roll over on their back until they wake up and said drunk can still die from other alcohol related issues. Fun, huh? Be careful!
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