4. My Unintended
Isabella Marie Swan
We kept forcing ourselves to delve in deeper into our pool of emotions, our tongues slithering off each other, our hands clasped against our cold, bare skins. The car had stopped in the middle of nowhere, wedged between two dense ends of the forests. We still hadn't stopped kissing, we couldn't stop, our lips were permanently glued to each other. Edward was beginning to slow down a little, his arms propped up on the dashboard while I lay on the warm vinyl, grasping his neck roughly, nails piercing through his scalp. He looked at me intently, cupping my face with his damp palms. His eyes were boring into mine, an imposing shade of topaz. His lips trailed down my neck and lingered there for a moment, as we stared in silence into nothingness. Enjoying the silence which surrounded us, embracing our skins. I traced the bluish green veins on his skin with my fingers, his lips tickling my neck.
The exhorted thirst was suppressed by the mollifying kiss rather than the booze. My lips were itching to skim against his pallid cheeks, to feel the milky smoothness of it. Edward suddenly leaned back on his seat rigidly, his expression fathomless as he eradicated my hands from his. I peered over him, brows furrowed at his sudden unwillingness.
"What's wrong? Come on, let's do it again, "I said lazily, pulling his arms childishly.
"We can't, Bella. I have to take you home now, "Edward said, reigniting his engine, his tone authoritive.
"Why? It's only 10. I don't wish to be in a house full of rich, bratty bitches with their Versace dresses. Come on, Edward, lossen up a little."
"No, Bella. Your dad will notice your absence and will undoubtly question you about it and you might just say that this was all just a fling with a guy you met in the party,"Edward seemed to be contemplating with this imminent possibility with a bitter scowl, his eyes straight boring on the winding dark roads showered by a pool of amber from the streetlamps. I laughed at that, mockingly slapping my thighs and throwing my head forwards. He didn't seem to get the humuor of it, if there was any.
"Then, what am I suppose to say? That I want to take your hand into marriage after, what? Two hours of meeting?"Edward shot me a scathing look, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder, veins protruding from underneath his translucent skin. "No, I mean, come on, I can easily introduce you to my father and-"Edward interrupted my faltering speech with a disgruntled grin.
"Yeah, and that would make things even heavenly. You don't have the merest idea who I am, Bella. I shouldn't even have stepped through the gates of your house."
I shook my head, not believing what I was hearing. "What the hell are you on about? It was an open-invitation masquerade. Even the stray cats can come."
"I've trespassed your property and you. If anyone knew of this, we'll be murdered, "Edward hiccoughed, gnashing his molars impatiently.
"Why Edward? It's a free world. We can do anything we want to. It doesn't make any sense".
"Bella, do you really know the reason why? Well I'll tell you. It's because I'm Edward Mason Cullen, that's why!"
Edward Mason Cullen
She looked like she had just glimpsed a ghostly figure hovering behind me. Her eyes were stony and she seemed to have frozen into a slab of ice. I knew this was going to happen. She would march out of the car and call the cops for forbidden trespassing of private property and vehement sexual harassment. I would be dragged into the cruiser and tossed into the dim, padded cell of confinement. I immediately regretted falling in love with her. But I couldn't help it.
She sat up just as the tires began screeching against the crackling gravel, regaining her pose from her fatigue composure. Her eyes began to clear from the misty shroud of reality which dawned on her in such rapid, nonchalance. At least, she didn't showed signs of calling the cops. Perhaps that was because she didn't had her cell with her. I stole glances at her over my shoulders, peeling down the dusty, narrow roads. She was frowning, her forehead etched with deep creases.
"Stop the car, "she demanded alarmingly and the car halted. Oh, fuck. It was actually happening. She opened the door and strode out, her face unreadable. I looked down at the rubber mats as she left without a bade good night or hoot of acknowledgement. Perhaps this was a night like any other. Though unforgettable and special in a way of meeting someone new and beautiful. Yes. That was just it. Another night.
"Come out, Edward".
I raised my head up from my collar and found Bella at my side, door ajar. I grasped her outstretched hand reluctantly and slipped out from my comfort zone. Oh no. She was going to drag me herself to the cops. But at one point, I sensed a miraculous shudder. I tried to read her thoughts, forgetting completely that I had the power but there seemed to be an invisible shield unwilling to give way. Weird.
She pulled me in between the road and her hands slithered up my waist. She laid her neck gently on my chest and shut her eyes, inhaling my scent. I did the same, filling my nostrils with her strawberry-scented hair. And then I realized that I couldn't live without her ever. I couldn't force myself to repel myself from the wavering attractions emitting out from her skin. I needed her.
"I love you, Edward. Even though we have only met merely two hours ago and that statement sounds too clichéd. I don't care anymore, Edward. I don't care of the loathe that revolves around our families and I don't care what they will think of us. I just care about you. I need you in my life, Edward. 'Cause in that two hours, I've learnt so much about you without being taught. And I just don't like you for your pretty face but the magnetic attraction you hold."
I gazed at her, never minding the words she had mentioned clichéd or impotent in any matter. I wiped away a stray tear from her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I love you too, Bella." And I did, very much.
I pulled up on the driveway inches apart from the widely ajar wrought gates. The weather was beginning to get dismal, the cold, bitter wind plunging through the winded windows, brushing against my face roughly like a slap. A thin sheet of mist was pressing itself intently against the glass, seeping through as dews of condensation. Bella gripped my hands as we kissed and later pulled apart. She was smiling, her eyes longingly gazing through mine.
"I don't want to leave just yet, "Bella sighed, her eyes welling up with tears, her voice croaky from the sobbing. I smoothed out her fingers, stroking the skin gently with my thumb. I raised it and planted a kiss on her hand, my chin leaning on it for a moment. "You have to go. The party has ended and your dad might see us."
"I said I don't care. I just want to be with you, "Bella confessed her addiction. tears flowing out like a faucet.
"I'll meet you in the balcony of your room, okay? Don't worry, love, "I assured her in a soothing tone, a meek smile gradually creeping up her solemn face. "Alright, then. My bedroom is on the second level, the farthest right, "she informed the information I had already obtained. Though I fear it is not the right time for me to announce we were alike in the most superior way. I just nodded and she leaned in for a kiss and got out, waving through the window.
"See you later, Bella, "I murmured and drove away, my eyes trailing on her back. She had walked through the gates and stalked up the stairs in a matter of seconds.
Isabella Marie Swan
I can't believe what just went through tonight. The recent events slipped through my brain, failing leave to the slightest trace of meaning behind. Edward was a Cullen, a name so spiteful and abominated by Charlie. Well not exactly him but more my deceased grandfather and the infamous Billy Black. He had done brainwashing the rest of the pathetic generations of Swan but he knew he just couldn't get through my thick mind. Because I was what he had taught everyone and himself to loathe.
Edward was meeting me in the balcony. I crept through the doors and sauntered pass the mahogany furniture, and no sign of Charlie. I managed to climb up the steps without a sound and hastily went through my bedroom door which was strewn with empty tubes of lipgloss and plastic wrappers, with a few bras here and there, draped across the armchair. I rapidly picked them up and tossed it into the closet. And then I remembered: my Jimmy Choos! There were behind the bushes. Just as I was sinking on the bed, Edward appeared out of nowhere, leaning on the railings with a flicker of a smile. I stood up and threw myself on him and we kissed like we never did before, edging towards the railings. Thoughts of my priceless Jimmy Choos were all gone by the intensity of the kiss, passion sparking off. Edward grasped my nape, our wet tongues twisting.
And in a sudden rush of realization, we were on air, floating down from the balcony. And a deep plunge as we sank into the watery depths of the pool. We had fallen strangely from the balcony and we were swimming through the pristine waters. I let out an excited gasp far too loud and Edward clasped his palm over my mouth cautiously, stifling my laughter. We reached out for each other and as you have imagined, we continued our make-out session, in the water.
I pushed back the rush of water that were beginning to get in the way. Edward looked even heavenly under the currents of the water. The blue kaleidoscope of lights glistened off his skin, glowing his bronze hair. We began floating up the surface, breathing heavily. Edward laughed softly, barely audible. I laughed hollowly, head bobbing up and down the water.
"How did that just happen?"I asked, pointing at the balcony.
"I dunno. We just kind of..fell, "he murmured, shrugging his shoulders. I threw my head back in laughter, my dress drenched with water and my damp hair smelling vaguely of chlorine. I hung my arms around his neck as we floated, dancing on the waters.
"Meet me tomorrow yeah? I'll see you in the forest at the back of your house, "he muttered into my ears and I nodded.
Then in a sudden motion, a strobe of pale yellowish light cast upon them. Shit. The guards. I steered Edward to the edge of the pool hastily and pushed him up the slippery bank without a word escaping through my numb lips. Edward was looking at me strangely, an expression of deep confusion inflicted upon his face. He grabbed my arms to hoist me up as well but I shook my head. "Go ahead, Edward. Hide behind the agapanthuses or something." He left, running behind the dense bushes while I began acting up a nonchalance pose, floating on the water. Then a dark figure staggered up the banks with a blinding torch aloft. Mike Newton was beginning working shifts here in the summer yet he could still uphold his reputation.
"Bella, what the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
"Just having a swim. Want to join?"
"Oh, well, I would love to but I gotta get on with work. I think you should get in. It's getting cold out here, "he advised shrewdly.
"Alright then, I didn't expect Charlie would give you permission either. It was just a gesture."
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Well, I think you better be off now, Mike. Charlie would notice your absence, "I instructed, smiling up at him, his face seemed to be dawned with a certain realization as he stared down at me, his eyes swiveling on at every inch of my face.
"Yes, I think so too, "he muttered and began walking off slowly, his battered sneakers sliding on the wet, sloppy bank, "And Bella."
"Yes, "I breathed at his sudden call. "You look pretty tonight." I nodded, shooting him a furtive glance at the corner of my eye. I got out of the pool and tossed one of the fresh towels stacked on the benches in neat piles onto my soaking self and scanned the bushes for any sign of Edward. The previous conversation I had with Mike was repeatedly playing over and over my mind.