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So, in this chapter we get to see a bit of Broward, (or, "Protectiveward". Snort.) Jealousward (Envyward? Greenward? Oh yeah.) and Angerward. Not so much Cockward I'm afraid, not yet, and the Jealouswardness here is not so intense, since it's more of a primal feeling and not emotional.
And maybe if you're lucky and good with the reviews I'll throw in a dirty smut--and don't worry, I'll actually TYPE it. You know, when I'm not so tired I wouldn't mind falling asleep on a bookshelf.
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Bella's Point of View
We pulled up right outside a little brick house, and the music was loud and clear, even from inside the car.
I told Edward that I could get out of the car myself, thank him very much, which was a mistake. Jasper had to catch me as I nearly fell to my death on one of the steps of the stair going down from the tall range rover, and I giggled in embarrassment.
"My bad," I said in a low voice as Edward wrapped his arm around Rosalie's and my own waist again. When we got inside Jessica's house, she greeted us all very eagerly--especially the boys, I came to notice.
"Aloha!" she greeted with a giggle, and I heard Alice let out an irritated sigh. Why was she being all...Hawaiian?
This was a birthday party. No themes allowed.
"Hey." Jasper answered dully to her, and she let out a delighted peal of laughter. It may have been one of the most irritating sounds I had ever heard.
"Well," she started, a note of hysteria in her voice. "Aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?"
"No," I thought I heard Edward mutter, and I snorted, earning several stares from my friends.
"Happy birthday!" I cried out and gave her a hug. She took my distraction with no questions asked, and hugged me back.
"Oh, stop it!" she giggled with fake modesty, and I rolled my eyes. There was an awkward moment between us as we all stood by the door, with her blocking us from stepping in further.
Rosalie cleared her throat angrily, and Jessica jumped a little.
"Do you guys want to come in?" she asked.
"Well, yeah. We were actually waiting for you to let us in." Alice said with a little annoyed hiss. Jessica stepped to the side and granted us entry, and I thanked Superman that that moment was over.
We all went to sit down at one of the three fake leather sofas. They were completely full, and we heard a bunch of angry teenagers groaning "asshole", "fucker", and my personal favorite: "thanks a lot, I was about to lose my virginity, douchebag". Edward sat in between Rosalie and I, and it was irritating me that he was being so...PDA with me.
Not that I didn't like him showering me like this with attention. But in front of Rosalie, not to mention his step-sister, brother and best friend?
All of whom didn't know that we were secretly having sex every time we got together after school?
Yeah. Exactly. It didn't help our "schedule" if he did things like this.
Suddenly, I saw Emmett cast a knowing look at Rose out of the corner of my eye, and they both got up.
"We're just gonna go mingle round a bit," Emmett said while he was stretching. "Look for us if you need us." I gave them a little salute, and they both dove in to the crowd. It was nice to see that Emmett finally was hanging out with a girl other than me, privately. I felt a bit bad for him at times.
"Yeah, we'll be...'mingling' if you need us." Jasper said with a devilish grin, earning a high-pitched squeal from Alice. "Don't look for us."
Edward wore a disgusted grimace, then flipped him the bird.
"Fuck you. That's my sister." he hissed, then waved his hand dismissively at them. "Now leave me alone with Virgin, asshole."
They ran off, giggling and holding hands.
Edward turned to me with a partly angry and partly amused look. "I'll tell you, Virgin, Jasper can never keep his dick in his pants." he promised me, taking my hands and twining them with his own. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he let out a little laugh. "Alright, I'm being a bit hypocritical. But she's my sister!"
"Yes, a bit hypocritical." I mocked, and he snickered with me.
"I'm just hoping I don't have to hear anything. I am really not up for that." he groaned, squeezing my hands tighter.
"Don't worry. I'll keep you busy," I laughed, but when it slipped out of my mouth I heard how dirty that sounded. He pursed his lips and gave my hand a quick kiss.
"I'll be right back, my angel. I'll get us some beer." he said, getting up from the seat and heading towards the kitchen. "Stay." he commanded sternly, and I giggled at his demand.
"Yes, sir," I said, freezing, and I caught him grinning delightedly at my act. As soon as he had gone through the crowd and reached the room, I softened up and looked around the room. I was secretly swooning of him calling me his angel. Like he had in my sick dream. But still.
His angel. I let out a little squeak, and was surprised when I saw an unknown figure take a seat next to me. He looked at me, his violet eyes penetrating my own gaze.
"Hi there, baby," he greeted with a wink. "Is you're name as pretty as you're face?" I wanted to roll my eyes at his stupid and cliche pickup line, and it took all the strength in my body not to. He had a bad vibe around him, and my body sensed the danger.
"Eh," was all I choked out, and I turned my head, hoping he would understand I wasn't interested in anything he had to offer. He didn't.
"So what is it, sweetheart? You can tell me." he said in a voice that oozed sex, but it wasn't turning me on. At all. It was actually frightening me a little bit.
"It's Bella." I said shortly, praying that Edward would come back soon.
"Well, my name is Riley and I'd like to get to know you a little bit better upstairs, Bella." he flirted.
"I'm good, thanks."
"Oh, but I'm better," he whispered in to my ear, then bit gently on my earlobe.
"Stop." I said sharply, scooting as far as I could away from him. Why was nobody seeing this? He tugged on my arm impatiently, and when he spoke again his voice was harder, colder.
"Don't deny; you want me to fuck you. And whether you're willing to admit it or not, I don't care. But I will." he hissed, then planted open-mouthed kisses on the palm of my hand.
"Get away from me, prick!" I said a bit louder, but he ignored my request. I heard someone clear their throat angrily from above me, and it was a like miracle.
Edward was back, holding two plastic red cups. Riley was still tugging on my hand, but he too was looking up at him.
"What?" Riley barked. "I'm about to get lucky here, dude. Go away." Edward's eyes flashed with anger, and it was visible even in the dark. He set the cups down on a table next to him, then put a threatening hand on Riley's shoulder.
"Get the fuck out of here." he said, his voice laced with venom. Riley looked back at him, clearly amused.
"Uh-huh. I'd rather not." he laughed. "Look, dude. She wants me, not you. Now, scram." Edward's face became the epitome of rage for a short second, before he composed his face with a little sarcastic smile.
"Did I introduce myself?" he said, in a jokingly shocked voice.
"I'm Edward Cullen." He was smiling devilishly now, and I thought of that pocket knife in his jacket. He wouldn't do anything. He isn't crazy. But why all of a sudden had Riley wiped away all anger on his face and replaced it with fear? He put his hands in front of his chest in surrender, and let out a nervous laugh.
"Look man, I don't want any trouble. So sorry dude. Hey, are you busy tomorrow? You know, we might be able to do something, I don't know." he suggested.
Edward rolled his eyes at him.
"Just go away. You're fucking embarrassing me." he growled, and Riley ran away like a dog with his tail behind his legs. When he was gone, Edward turned to me with a grin. "So, where were we?"
I gaped at him, not blinking or anything.
"What the hell, Edward Cullen?" I demanded, and his grin stretched wider.
"Unlucky encounter with one of his pals a while back. No biggy." he snickered, but then his face turned grave as he handed me my cup of beer. "I can't believe I left you alone though. I'm so fucking stupid! I should have known someone would come and try and take my Virgin away." he grumbled, and I wrapped my arm around his waist, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"I'm not 5 years old, Edward," I laughed. "But thank you. He wouldn't have stopped. And I can't even describe the feeling when I saw you." I whispered, but decided to stop right there.
TMI, Bella, TMI!
I was frightened that I had scared him away when I felt his body freeze next to mine, but as long as we were talking about indescribable feelings--the feeling when he rested his head against my shoulder was just that.
"No problem. I'm you're big bro. I've got you're back." he giggled, and I burst out laughing.
"No, you are not like my big brother. At all. Unless you have some kind of fucked up relationship with Alice, that is." I said, pasting a fake look of shock on my face.
"You know what I mean. Come on. I saw they were about to start a game of spin the bottle." he said, pulling my arm and making me get up.
Edward's Point of View
When we got to the dining room past the kitchen, there were about 30 chairs in a gigantic circle. Almost every seat was full, and there was only one place where Bella and I could sit next to each other.
I didn't see any of our friends there, and I prayed that they wouldn't come, hoping to get some public kissing with Bella for once. I could imagine it being a nice feeling, not having to hide.
"Rose, we were just playing Spin the Bottle."
Okay, Cullen, that's enough of that.
We raced against another couple who were trying to steal our seats, but I pulled Bella and she nearly died, and we did get them.
She glared at me once we had sat down, as I smiled victoriously at her.
"What?" I laughed, and she slapped me lightly across the shoulder.
"You may not be wearing 6-inch stilettos, but I am. For the first time in my life, not to mention. They aren't exactly running material, even for girls with blonde hair and fake tits who wear these daily!" she hissed. I rolled my eyes at her.
"Whatever." I said shortly, and she was about to hit me again, until she saw Jessica crawl to the middle and hold a bottle. Cheers erupted, and she smiled and giggled modestly. Not as if she didn't love the fact that she was center of attention, but still.
"Hey guys! Okay, we're going to play spin the bottle and I'm going to spin the bottle first, of course, since I'm the birthday girl!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands and signaling that everyone else should too.
"So, we're playing kissing, and the spinner gets to choose whether it's a simple peck on the lips, tongue in the mouth or a whole make-out session where there's the touching and sucking and--well, you know the deal!" she laughed, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "Here it goes!"
She flicked the plastic bottle, and it landed on a blonde haired boy. Everyone made that annoying "woo" sound, and I scoffed. Dumb teenagers. Jessica flicked it again, and I prayed that it wouldn't land on Bella. But no. I had no such luck. It typically landed on her. Of course. Out of all the hundreds and thousands of people in the room. Right on her.
The boy grinned wide when he looked at Bella, and she turned that fucking amazing color of delicious pink, and now he was really checking her out.
Fuck. He was going to be kissing my girl!?
She blushed lightly again, and then they both looked at Jessica, who had a finger on her chin, looking deep in thought.
"Number two, guys. Tongue in the mouth, since Virgin is so virgin." she smirked, and everyone started howling and whistling and giggling, and I was getting so fucking pissed off.
Bella was too, evidently, as she glared angrily at Jessica. I knew exactly what she was thinking.
Algebra.
She was going to be kissing this...ugly ass man-whore instead of me. He pushed the bottle out of the way, and they both sat on their knees, hesitantly leaning close to each other.
She took a deep breath and then closed her eyes and opened her mouth, waiting for him to go in for the kill. Everybody was still cheering them on, but I had blocked that sound out.
It was making me angry.
Don't make me angry. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry.
The man-whore looked back at his friends and winked, then leaned in slowly, passionately to touch her delicate lips. It started out tender and loving, but before I knew it he put his hands on her face and slipped his tongue in her mouth. And to my utter outrage, she slipped the tongue back, roughly tugging on the collar of his shirt, urging for more.
I flew up out of my seat, raising my hands defensively in front of my chest.
"Okay, I think that's quite enough of that." I caught myself saying, and Bella's eyes shot open and she seemed to remember where she was. She blushed a deep burgundy as she made her way back to her seat, and the boy glared angrily at me. I flipped him off behind my back, hoping that he caught it.
Everyone howled proudly at Bella and the boy, and even though he had been stopped in his tracks he was looking pumped and happy. I saw him staring at Bella, and I almost lost it when he poked out his thumb and index finger, bringing them to his ear.
"Call me," he mouthed, and she surprised me - happily, this time - by also flipping him off.
I was glowering at her, and when she turned to me she was looking questioning.
"Virgin? What the hell? Why were you kissing him like that? He's a fucking asshole!" I demanded as the blonde boy hit the bottle, the neck facing two girls.
I could care less. Bella rolled her eyes at me, then blushed again.
"I, um...I can't tell you." she finally choked out, and I put on my sweetest puppy-dog face.
"I won't tell anyone, I swear." I said, batting my lashes. She seemed nearly hypnotized, leaning closer in to me.
"And don't laugh or anything, okay?" I nodded eagerly at her. "I was, eh...thinking of... you. Since the only other boy I've kissed had terrible breath." she admitted in a low voice, looking down at the ground. She was trying to make it seem like she had a good reason to be thinking of me, but...she didn't.
Ha-ha! Take that man-whore. She was thinking of me.
But, since I couldn't laugh--although it would be in pure victory, and not in mockery--, I looked at her, smirking.
" 'She might be with him, but she's thinking bout me, me, meeeeee'!" I sang, earning myself a giggle from Bella.
" 'We don't go to the mall, we don't go out to eat, eat, eeeeat'!" she laughed, and I joined in.
" 'And all that we ever do is play in the sheets, sheets, sheeets! Smoke us a cigarette, then go back to sleep, sleep, sleep, so we can get a sensual seduction! Sensual seduction! Woah! Woah'!" We were both nearly in tears as we finished the chorus, but my carefree mood vanished quickly when a short little girl spun the bottle, the neck facing Bella again.
She exhaled angrily, then got down on the floor, waiting for the opponent she was going to be kissing. It landed on a boy with russet colored skin, and he must have been nearly 7 feet tall. Bella's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the figure, and his did too.
"Jacob?" she grinned.
"Bella!" he exclaimed, and embraced her quickly. "What are you--"
"Number 3, guys!" the short girl interrupted. Number 3!? And she fucking knew this guy!
"Well, Jake, here it goes--again!" Bella joked, and this so called Jacob laughed.
Again? What a motherfucker. She looked totally confident and happy this time, unlike with the other boy, and as she turned around to the girl who had spun the bottle she was smiling.
"Am I supposed to straddle him, or what?" she asked, and my jaw dropped to the ground.
No fucking way in hell was she going to straddle him!
"Well, duh. You saw the rest of us do it." Jessica answered for the short girl, and Bella noddded in understanding, then turned to Jacob. What really pissed me off was that they were both smiling. Smiling. Smiling so much it looked like it was hurting.
"Alright, Bells. You know how to do it." Jacob said, and Bella giggled as she sat down on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. It would have fucking turned me on if it wasn't another guy she was on.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and he wrapped his around her waist, and then they leaned quickly in to each other, wasting no time by going slow.
That was my fucking girl he was slipping the tongue to! Fucking cocksucker! I'll beat the shit out of him if he kept on.
But he kept going; it was getting real hot and sweaty now, and this time I didn't even do anything, because I was barely making out their characters behind the red lense of fury blocking my sight.
Finally, they stopped, both of them breathing heavily.
"Wow, Bella. I've got to hand it to you - you're still as good a kisser as you used to be." Jacob said with a wink, and she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Of course I am. You too, Jake. Real nice."
Oh, so now it was Jake?! Lovely. Just fucking lovely.
"Put that tongue back in you're mouth, missy, or I'll have to go after it again."
Oh my God, how fucking pathetic is that?!
She doesn't fucking want you're tongue, Jakey boy, she wants mine. And I happen to know she wants more than just one part of my body. Oh yeah. Suck it, bitch.
Hm. Why was I having a dialog with this dumbass in my head? And being ignored in the attempt?
He was so not worth it.
And my Bella was just laughing at his dumb, cheesy pickup line. What a fucking asshole that Jake is.
"I'll talk to you later, 'kay?" she asked, and he nodded at her, an ugly grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
My God, he's so ugly, my bruised ego said.
Don't lie to yourself, Edward, my angsty-teenage side argued. He is much better looking than you. Don't be surprised if Bella never wants to sleep with you again.
Yeah, right, Edward. I bet he's got the smallest dick in the world.
Edward, he's like 6,7. Of course he's huge in that compartment. Probably ten times bigger than you.
Well, he's got the attitude of a 3 year old, and that equals in a baby penis. So there.
You don't even know him, asshole!
Well, you're a baby penis!
Oh no you did not-
My mental conversation ended when Bella took a seat next to me, all giddy and shit. I didn't even bother asking; she'd tell me.
But she said nothing. She just sat there in silence, staring straight ahead. After about 10 minutes, though, she gave up and turned to me, brushing my shoulder a bit with her hand.
"What's wrong?" she asked, a delicate hint of amusement behind her sweet, kind and caring angelic voice...
"Nothing." I huffed, and crossed my arms like a child across my chest. She examined me with a smirk, until she gasped and a little laugh escaped her lips.
"Are you--are you jealous?" she gaped. I shook my head stubbornly.
"No...I mean...no." I spat, and another howl of laughter shook her body. "Oh, shut up! I just saw you straddle that fucking gay wimp and then tongue restle him. You'd be jealous, too. And I'm not jealous!" I cried, putting my hand on her knee.
Her eyes sparked with humour and something I couldn't categorize, but I'm pretty sure I have never seen Bella look so beautiful, when she looked so...alive.
" 'I might be with him, but I'm thinking of you, you, yooooouuuu!' " she sang in a mock voice, and even though I was glaring at her a giggle was threatening to escape my lips.
"Okay, fine, I was a little bit jealous. A very, very little bit. Like, microscopical. Just remember the fact that I got layed the last time you were jealous of me kissing my girlfriend. Still happy?" I finally muttered, and she stared back at me with a pleased grin.
"Very much so. I like you're jealousy. It's so hot." she giggled.
"I doubt that it would be so hot if I kicked Jacob in the balls." I hissed with a little smirk, and her smile stretched wider.
"Mm, I love it when you talk dirty like that." she laughed, and I could tell she was a little bit tipsy.
"Virgin, you haven't even finished you're first beer and you're already intoxicated." I complained with mockery, and she started to snicker like crazy.
"Eh, it's not the beer intoxicating me, dumbass. It's you." she hickuped, and I had to laugh at her little show.
"Is that so?" I asked, and she nodded once, still giggling. "Well, let's go get some more 'me' in the kitchen. I like you better drunk."
7 beers later, Bella was stumbling over me and I was stumbling against a kitchen counter. We were both laughing loudly and obnoxiously, and it seemed as if we had scared away everyone in here.
"Okay, okay, I've got one," I found the power to say through the laughter consuming me.
"Okay," Bella replied, wiping tears from her eyes.
"Alright. Where are pencils made?" She looked at me with a confused expression. "PENSYLVANIA!" I screamed, bending over in laughter.
When I looked down, Bella was literally rolling on the floor and guffawing loud, her face completely red. Her breathing was fast as tears streamed down her cheeks, a goofy grin stretched across her face.
"Oh my fucking God, Edward! That is so fucking hilarious!" she giggled, still on the floor. She had rolled over on to her back and I was now crouched on my knees.
How, I had no idea, but then again, how did I get so drunk after just 8 beers? It usually took me a bit more.
"You're like the new, uh, Red Foxx. That guy has nothing on you!" she exclaimed.
"I know, right?" I agreed with a grin. Suddenly, I was laying on the ground next to her, looking up at the damaged white wallpaper. She rolled over on to my chest and looked down at me, our faces only an inch apart. She brought her hand up to my face, and started stroking my bottom lip tenderly with her thumb.
"I've never noticed this, but did you know you have the sexiest lips I have ever seen in my entire life?" she noted, and now her finger was tracing the outline of my mouth. "I especially love the bottom one." she continued, her thumb grazing the lower one again.
My lips were parted and I was just gazing up at her concentrated face as she studied my features, her brown eyes twinkling with delight. "And you're eyes," she continued. "They change colors. When you're happy, they become lighter. When you're angry or turned on they go dark. And when you're drunk, they sparkle." she giggled.
I closed my eyes as she started to softly brush her fingers across the lid, tracing every line. They danced across the bridge of my nose, and once again they were down at my lips. But she passed them quickly, and cupped my chin, bringing her mouth closer to mine. She planted one soft kiss on me, then pulled away quickly.
"We have to be careful. Too much PDA." she said with a grin, as I propped myself up on my elbow. "Not that I have anything against the P or the D or the A - especially not the A -, but I'm sure Rosalie does."
"Speaking of PDA, what's the deal with you and Jakey?" I grumbled, and she rolled her eyes.
"He was my experimenting buddy through junior high. No big deal." she said dismissively. "Didn't you have one of those?"
I thought about the Tanya, my "experimenting buddy" who had eventually become my girlfriend. We had actually still been dating until I moved.
"Well, duh." I snorted. "But did you guys become exclusive after that?" She nodded.
"For about two months in freshman year we dated, but he was going to a different school than me and everything. So that's where it ended." she closed with a shrug.
"Freshman year?! In highschool?!" I shouted. Only 3 years ago had he been getting kissed and touched by my Bella. Son of a fucking bitch.
"No, Edward, in Candyland. Yes, in highschool!" she said, smacking my chest. I heard footsteps behind me, and Bella suddenly shot up, straightening her sexy dress before gluing on that same painful looking smile. "Jake!" she cried out, then wobbled drunkenly to the large figure.
He just laughed at her, then took her in his arms and spun her round once. "No, no, Jake. You'll make me puke all over you're shoes." she said with a high-pitched voice, and he set her down. I got up on to my feet, and when I looked at him again he had his hand stretched out.
"Hey there, I'm Jacob." he greeted, and I looked at his hand until it finally dropped. I'm not shaking hands with that prick.
"Yeah, whatever." I muttered, setting myself down on one of the chairs. Bella shook her head in amusement, then turned back to Jacob.
"That's Edward. He's one of my best friends." Yeah, and then some. Back off, Jakey boy.
They both took a seat, that fucking idiot in front of me and Bella right next to him.
"Well, me and my Bella go way back." he said, narrowing his eyes and grinning devilishly at me.
Did he just say his Bella?
"The things we used to do together...or to each other." he laughed.
"Me and my Virgin are quite good friends, Jacob, let me assure you of that fact." I hissed, and his eyes widened slightly before he got all stupid and calm again.
It doesn't matter. He has a baby penis, anyway. Asshole.
"Well let me assure you of the fact that you're "Virgin" is certainly not very virgin." he said contently.
I took her virginity, asshole. I would know.
"Oh, I know that, Jakey. I know." I growled back, earning myself a glare from both Bella and Jacob.
Ha-ha. I quote; suck it, bitch.
"So, as I was saying, Bella. You're still an incredibly good kisser." Jacob said, still looking at me.
"And as I was saying, there is no need to be Captain Obvious." Bella snickered. "Of course I'm still a good kisser."
"Practice makes perfect," I muttered to myself, but I seemed to say it loud enough for both of them to hear.
"Speaking of practice, why don't we take a trip to the past and re-live some memories?" Jacob suggested, raising his eyebrows at me. "But, I'm sure little Edward here wouldn't enjoy going deaf because of you're pleasure, so we'd better go upstairs." he finished wickedly, and Bella was now glaring at him.
"Jacob, I--" she started saying, but I cut her off.
"Don't fret, little boy. I'll give you my ear-plugs made for this type of occasion so that when I'm 30 miles away in my bedroom, making her eyes roll to the back of her head, you won't have to go through life on mute."
They were both staring at me and gaping, until Bella was bringing her hands together, applauding me with a gigantic grin across on her lips.
"No fucking way! That is the coolest thing you have ever said, Edward! Bravo!" she cried out. "I always knew you were amazing, but I didn't know you were so fucking badass!" I winked at her and she giggled in delight, and in that perfect moment Rosalie and Emmett decideded to walk in.
When I'm finally getting acknowledged and praised for my amazing-ness. By an angel. They decide to walk in. Right now. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
"Hey, hey, hey!" Emmett called, clearly drunk. "I just said the coolest thing EVER!" I exclaimed proudly. Bella nodded eagerly in agreement, scooting closer to me.
"Yeah, it was so cool! He totally - sorry, Jake - kicked this guys ass." she laughed, motioning to Jacob.
"Whatever, it was totally awesome." I finished, and she smiled thankfully at me. Emmett wrapped his arm around Rosalie's waist, and I rolled my eyes.
Hm. This was strange. Where was that flare of jealousy I always feel when another man even so much as glances at Bella? I just kept grinning at them happily.
How very odd.
"What have you guys been up to?" Rosalie giggled when Emmett tickled her ribs.
"We've been reminiscing about our past." Jacob replied, and I glared at him.
Bitch! I'd show him that I can have the cake and eat it, all at once!
I got up out of my seat, and grabbed Rosalie's waist, pulling her pelvis close to mine. I kissed her passionately, and I couldn't help but notice Jacob's annoyish-happyish look, Emmett's disgust and Bella's fury.
Oh shit. I broke the kiss quickly, both of us panting and gasping for air.
Hm. That didn't prove much at all, it seems. It just looks like my Bella is available now and I'm a jealous moron.
Bella's Point of View
"We've been reminiscing about our past." Jacob answered, and I noticed Edward shooting a glare at him.
Men. So competitive about women.
But what that fucking banana peel does next makes me so fucking angry that I want to kill him, and slowly too.
Out of nowhere, Edward just gets up and quite literally shoves his tongue down Rosalie's throat.
WHAT. THE. MOTHER. FUCKING. FUCK. DOES. THAT. ASS. HOLE. THINK. HE'S. DO. ING?
Okay, he may be able to have the cake and eat it in private, but I feel like a fucking skank - even when I'm drunk - when he says the most incredible thing about making my eyes roll to the back of my head, and now he's fucking shoving his tongue down my best friend's throat?
What a fucking asshole. I should never even speak to him again.
You don't belong to him, Sensible Bella reminded me. God, these guys kept popping up so much recently.
Yeah, well maybe not but you are pounding him every Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and every other chance you get. Plus, he's allowed to get jealous, and you're not!?
"Bells?" Jacob grinned back at me, and I put on my best "sexy face". I bet I probably ruined it--bad.
"Speaking of reminiscing..." I said flirtatiously, ignoring the daggers of Edward's eyes piercing me as I trailed my finger suggestively up and down Jacob's inner thigh. "Would you mind, as you said before, taking a trip to the past with me?" I had set my hand on top of his crotch now, and he was completely still.
God, I'm such a slut.
"Ehm, s-sure." his voice trembled as I leaned in to touch his lips, brushing my tongue across them.
You're kissing Edward, that son of a bitch. Nonetheless, you're still kissing him. He put his hand hesitantly on my waist, and I pressed it down harder as I intensified our kiss.
You're kissing Edward, you're kissing Edward, you're kissing Edward. That dumbass smug asshole. Ah, whatever. I felt his lips touch mine softly, his hand cupping my face and bringing us closer.
Edward, Edward, Edward. It's Edward. He opened his mouth, and I could taste his cool breath, a minty flavor mixed with alcohol. His teeth softly bit my bottom lip, as I grabbed a handful of his beautiful bronze hair, my hands running down his perfectly chiseled chest, his pecks, his washboard abs. His pale skin was silk under my touch, a softness I had never felt before.
I finally broke it to get air, and when I opened my eyes again, I realised with a sharp pang of disappointment that I had been hallucinating.
Damn it. I was kissing Jacob while Edward was sitting there, staring angrily at me.
That's right. Suck my cum, asshole.
I noticed Emmett pouting slightly, and I laughed at his expression.
"What's wrong, Emmett?" I giggled, and he rolled his eyes.
"I'll be all alone now." he frowned, but when he looked over at Rosalie she winked at him.
Hm. Different. He seemed to be looking at her in a whole new light, and she was too. Obviously looking at Emmett though, of course, but you never know with Rosalie. She's always got a spare mirror.
HAH! Good one. Perhaps better than the Pennsylvania joke.
No. Nothing was as good as that.
"You won't be alone. Jacob and I are nothing more than just friends." I said, waving my hand dismissively, this time having to ignore the glares from both Edward and Jacob. I picked up a random drink from the table, not caring who's it was. Anything to get away from the stares.
"Yeah, right." Emmett scoffed. "I don't see you shoving you're tongue down Jasper's throat, or Edward's."
The drink - which had turned out to be nothing more than a beer - spewed out of my mouth and I burst in to laughter. I couldn't help myself.
It came gushing out everywhere as I choked, dying happily in the arms of laughter. Edward ran over to me and started clapping my back, but I heard and felt that he was laughing as much as I was.
Once I finally stopped choking he got down on the floor, completely red in his face, rolling around. I was still laughing hysterically myself, and the choking had only added more comedy to Emmett's little joke.
Our audience was watching us curiously with worry, and after about three minutes we both finally got a grip on things, the laughter turning to just small occasional giggles.
"Ehm...what was that about?" Emmett asked finally, and another longer giggle escaped both Edward's mouth and mine. I didn't care I was meant to be angry at him. That was one of the best possible scenarios of dying there is.
"No," Edward coughed. "I just thought it was funny about that part with...Bella sticking her tongue down Jasper's throat. It was funny." Edward snickered, covering his mouth discretely so that he wouldn't laugh anymore. Emmett - and all our other drunken friends - fell easily for it, and he was grinning at us.
"Yeah. That was pretty funny." he agreed, and just then Jasper himself walked in. "Hey, I just told a funny joke about you." Jasper was frowning at the liquid on the table, then turned to Edward.
"You know, there's a bathroom upstairs." he muttered, and Edward rolled his eyes. Jasper also seemed to be a drunkie now.
"That's Virgin's fault." Edward said in defense, and Jasper's eyes widened.
"Virgin!" he scolded. "That's not very lady-like!" Oh, Jesus. He was acting exactly like Alice was when she was drunk, except Alice was more aggressive.
"Relax, Jazz. It's just beer." I soothed. Jasper was still glaring angrily at me, and I rolled my eyes.
"I certainly hope so," he said grumpily, leaning back on to the kitchen counter. I got off my chair and looked to Edward, to see if he was still glowering at me for kissing Jacob. He was.
That's what you get when you kiss you're girlfriend, Edward. Muhahaha.
My angry and irritional side was making lots more sense to me than "Sensible" Bella. Well guess what? Sensible is overrated. You get a real reaction when you're dumb.
"Hey, Jake?" I started once Edward had sat back down on the table, his arm around Rosalie. What had gotten in to him? What was he trying to prove?
Okay, I'm willing to admit that it sounds like I'm the bad guy here, what with Rosalie stealing him first, but you know.
And I am also willing to admit that this...this...rage is very new to me. The rage I feel when Edward sticks his tongue down his girlfriend's throat. I used to have no problem with it. But now I feel like ripping Rosalie's throat out so he won't be able to kiss her like that anymore.
I took a seat on Jacob's lap, wrapping my arm around his neck and giving him small loving kisses on his mouth.
I'm so lucky that this guy is desperate, because any other person would have realised that I was doing this out of jealousy. And I was even happier that he wasn't telling anyone about how Edward had just told the longest speech about him making me orgasm, and then he goes and goes smoochy smoochy all over Rosalie.
He's an idiot, too. Endangering our secret. "Bells, wanna go dancing?" Jacob asked suddenly. "It looks like fun." I glared at him jokingly.
"Are you kidding me?" I demanded in a mock voice. "I am a terrible dancer, I'm wearing 6-inch heels. What other perfect reason do you need?" I giggled.
"She's drunk, too. Another great reason." Edward added, and I rolled my eyes. "Besides, you wouldn't be able to catch her if she fell, you dumbass weakling."
"Edward!" Rosalie scolded, and this time he rolled his eyes at her. "Don't talk to him like that! He could easily beat you up!" Jacob shot a victorious grin at Edward, who was trying to ignore his challenge.
"Bite me, cocksucker." I heard Edward mutter, and Jacob's grip around me tightened, as if I were evidence that he were the winner here.
I felt almost a bit angry at him for being like this, acting as if I really wanted to be in his arms. It was uncomfortable. I longed for Edward, but this time I had to deny myself, because I didn't long for his amazing orgasm-giving talent.
I longed for his arms, his touch. And I was not even allowed to think like that, because in the end, my heart would be broken. But, I think it's alright. These are just possessive feelings, with no emotion. And who doesn't want to be hugged and kissed and loved every once in a while? I'll tell you who. Arnold Schwarzenegger. And Bowser, and Plankton. The three most evil creatures I know.
While I'm drunk.
"Ehm, Virgin? Why are you rambling about The Terminator being hugged - and I quote - every once in a while...?" Emmett asked. Dammit! I keep saying things aloud!
"I'm not quite sure..." I mumbled thoughtfully. He just stared at me and shook his head, laughing, until he turned to Jasper.
"Where's Alice?" he asked suddenly. Jasper looked questioningly at him with a smirk, and he shrugged.
"I'm not sure. I left her because she wanted to play truth or dare." he said with an eyeroll. "Typical." I thought back to Tyler's party where she had gotten drunk and we made the mistake of leaving her alone.
Alice was mean. She had nearly broken one poor boy's hand in an arm wrestling match, because she was supposedly tired of Emmett always ruining a romantic moment with Jasper.
I shot up out of Jacob's lap, walking unstably to the other room as quick as I could, shouting profanities as I went.
"You can't just leave her there! She'll kill someone!" I screamed, not caring about the stares I was getting from every eye in the room as I barged in loudly.
I scanned the crowded area for her, but it wasn't helping that there were about a million people there, plus my drunkedness gave me a blurry sight.
When I was absolutely positive that she wasn't in any rooms on the lower floor, I went quickly up the stairs to the basically empty hall. There was a couple standing there, kissing each other up against the wall. I heard Alice voice shouting something somewhere, but she didn't sound angry. Thank God.
She sounded more excited than anything, and I heard another female voice in the room with her, giggling and laughing. I knocked on every door, and I finally reached the one where the sound was coming from. I tapped on it lightly twice, and the sound was cut.
"Alice?" I called. "Are you okay?" No answer. She was probably just ignoring me. "Alright, fine. I'll play the waiting game."
I heard a small whisper and a giggle followed, but no more after that.
Groaning, I turned around and crashed in to a gigantic wall of man, and screamed.
Edward laughed at me, taking my wrists and pulling me down the corridor, but enough so that I could still keep an eye on Alice if she tried to escape.
"Sorry to scare you like that," he snickered. "I couldn't help it." I glared at him and his crooked smile.
"Whatever." I scoffed, trying to walk away. He wouldn't have it, putting his hands on the wall beside my head.
"Where are you going? You've got some explaining to do." I gasped angrily, frowning.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded. He rolled his eyes, moving closer to me.
"You were kissing Jacob." he said darkly.
"Yeah. So?" I hissed.
"I don't like seeing my Virgin kissing other boys." he said, his eyes turning darker. Fury or excitement?
"I'm not yours. Rosalie is." I growled, adding emphasis on her name. He looked confused at first, before a grin pulled at the corners of his lips.
"Ah. You don't like you're Sex-Hair kissing other girls, do you, Virgin?" he winked, the boyish smile on his face incredibly alluring and seductive. He had turned it up, even though he knew he wasn't allowed to.
"I have no problem with it, thank you very much." I muttered.
"And you don't like seeing other girls sitting in my lap, either." he continued, ignoring my lie. "Well, I'll let you in on a secret. I don't like seeing you sitting on other boy's laps."
His face was coming dangerously close to mine, his lips so near that if I leaned forward just an inch.
"That's not a secret. You made it very loud and clear." He cocked an eyebrow at me, the smile going wider.
"And so did you, my angel." he smirked.
"Okay, fine. I'll tell you what pisses me off." I said angrily, all the emotions coming hard and fast. "You don't fucking think that it's hard enough for me to be attracted to you this fucking way? You think it's easy for me to sleep with you, and then you go touch another girl - my best friend, not to mention!"
"And it made me even fucking madder when you just confessed how fucking jealous you were and how you just described what a fucking mind blowing orgasm you could make me have in front of my ex-boyfriend, and then you shove you're tongue down Rosalie's throat!?"
"And what's pissing me off the most right now, is that I've never felt like this before, and all these new things are fucking strange and foreign and I hate it!"
I was breathing heavily at the end, and when I realised I had just confessed that new feelings might be emerging for him, I clasped my hand on my mouth.
He was still smiling, though, and when he leaned in to kiss me it was the most intense thing I had ever experienced.
I didn't have to imagine this time, digging my hands in to his perfectly wild sex-hair, running my hands down his muscles, feeling his silk skin under my touch. And even better, when I opened my eyes I saw him staring back at me, grinning wide. I pushed him off me, and he wrapped an arm around my neck.
"Wow." he laughed, but froze when I saw Alice staring back at us from the end of the corridor, hands over her mouth, eyes wide in shock.
"Holy shit..." she breathed.
Uh-oh!
CLIFFE!
Dun-dun-dun!!!