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Chapter 4 Pocketful of Sunshine

Take me away, A secret place
A sweet escape, take me away
Take me away, to better days
Take me away, A hiding place

I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine
I've got a love and I know that it's all mine...,oh
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me,
sticks and stones are never gonna shake me...oh,oh,oh

I got a pocket, got a pocket full of sunshine
I've got a love and I know that it's all mine...,oh

Wish that you could, but you ain't gonna own me
do anything you can to control me...oh,oh,oh

Pocketful of Sunshine-Natasha Bedingfield

When my fist connected with his nose, it hurt like fuck. Totally worth it! It felt fucking good; almost as good as sex.

Immediately after I turned to Rosalie, "Sorry, don't tell Colin about this." She nodded.

"Why the fuck does it matter if she tells her kid about some crazy bitch hitting his uncle?"

"I normally don't condone violence, under normal circumstances. And I don't want my class to get any ideas," I shot back.

"Class?" he smugly asked.

"I'm Colin's teacher," I stared at him.

"So they let crazy people get a teaching license?"

"Don't fucking start!" I raised my voice and stepped closer, causing Rosalie to pull me outside.

"I'm sorry," I begged.

"Don't be sorry, I've never heard anyone talk to Edward that way. I'm going to keep you around," Rosalie smiled.

"Who the fuck does he think he is?" I muttered to myself.

We both stood there a few minutes shaking our heads in disbelief, not knowing what to say.

To distract myself on the short ride home I turned the music up and sang at the top of my lungs.

"Stupid fucking, asshole," I muttered walking in the house. "What did I ever do…?"

Charlie looked at me.

"Sorry Dad."

"What's wrong?" he jumped up from the couch.

"Stupid guys," I threw my hands up on my way to the kitchen.

"I'm fine Dad, I shouldn't let immature guys get to me," I said putting ice on my hand.

"What did you do to your hand?"

"Punched a guy in the nose," I smiled.

"What? Why?" he interrogated.

"He deserved it."

He gave me a Dad look.

"What? He called me a bi-polar bitch, he deserved it," I walked towards the stairs. "My hand is okay, so don't worry," I said climbing the stairs.

Flashes of that asshole kept me up. I didn't understand his hostility; I called him an ass because he was being rude. And then he was rude again, and wouldn't even greet me when introduced. I know I didn't make matters any better, but it's like he knew exactly what to say to get to me.

I wonder if voodoo dolls work. It's worth a try, maybe. I could stick needles into it. I fell asleep thinking of things I could do to an Edward voodoo doll...

When I woke up I was a little giddy about my date with Jacob. He was picking me up at noon at the townhouse. I couldn't subject him to Charlie's questions, at least not yet.

I was hanging clothes at the townhouse when there was a knock on the door. I ran down the stairs and flung the door open.

Jacob stood there shifting his feet. His shyness was adorable. He had the mind of a teenager but the body of a man. Jacob's shirt was tight against his chest and arms. I just wanted to touch them as my brain licked its lips. My hand instinctively went for his shoulder without thinking. I managed to stop myself.

"Hi Jake, do you want to come in? I don't have much unpacked so all you'll see is a bunch of boxes."

"Let's go, I'll see it when you've settled in," he smiled.

"Sounds good," I grabbed my keys and purse."What do you drive?"

"This," he walked over and sat on a black motorcycle.

"Let me get rid of my purse," I put everything I needed in my pockets and grabbed a hoodie.

He patted the seat behind him and handed me a helmet. "Have you ever ridden before?" he asked.

"Nope."

"Okay, just hold onto me and lean when I lean."

I nodded as I gripped his shoulders and swung my leg over.

The breeze felt nice, and I quite enjoyed having my arms around Jake.

He parked and helped me off.

"This is beautiful," I gasped at the view of the beach from the cliff.

We walked down to the beach talking. He told me about how he got thrown into his job; -family business. I told him of the joys of teaching six year olds.

"Do you want kids?" he asked.

"Already, so soon?" I smiled.

"I didn't mean it like that. You seem to love kids, and I wondered if you want your own."

"Of course I do; I just haven't met the one," I shrugged.

"Yet," he smirked.

"Easy boy," I pushed his shoulder, and he nudged me with his elbow.

We found a spot to sit along the rocks. I rolled up my pants and took off my flip flops letting the water splash against my feet.

We sat there talking, and it wasn't until the sun was setting that I realized what time it was. The wind whipped around us causing me to shiver. Jacob put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

"Not if your hand stays where it is," I smiled.

Jake had a warmth to him, not a warm touch per se. but he made it comfortable to be around him. I felt like I could talk to him about anything.

We sat there watching the waves hit the rocks as the sun set.

"Fuck this is cliché," I broke the silence.

"Want to leave?"

"Yeah, let's go," I stood up taking his hand.

When we got to the end of the rocks, where they met the sandy beach, I placed my hands on his forearms to ease down the rocks.

When I jumped down I was almost on top of him. Not knowing what else to do, I smiled up at him.

"Bella, I really like you," he admitted.

"Are you going to pass me a note asking if I feel the same way?" I gave him a second to react and when he didn't say anything. "Fucking kiss me!" I demanded.

His lips met mine with soft uneasiness; it was obvious he was holding back. I put my hands on his shoulders pulling him to me. He got surer of himself and wrapped his arms around my waist. His tongue darted quickly against mine. I wanted more.

"We should go," I backed away.

He pulled me along the sand back to his motorcycle. On the way back I held onto him and laid my chin on his shoulder. Could I really date a teenager? I could if he keeps kissing me like that.

When we got back to my place, we walked in, and I realized I had no furniture and no food.

"Sorry I don't have anything to offer, I only have boxes here."

"It's okay, I don't need anything," he sat on the carpet by the front window.

I joined him. It took him about five seconds to lean in and kiss me. And it took me ten seconds to straddle him. Our lips were moving so fast. My hands were at the nape of his neck entwined in his hair. His hands settled on the small of my back causing me to grind my hips down into him. When I opened my eyes and leaned back for air, I saw someone was watching us. It startled me making me jump off of Jacob's lap. I stood up to see out of the window, and then I realized who it was that was looking at us. Edward!

AN/Uh, oh!

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