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Chapter Three: Meet the Graduating Class
I bit my lip nervously, fidgeting next to Edward in the car. Jasper and Emmett had taken a different car, leaving Edward, Angela and I to fend for ourselves. Edward had some problems with his Volvo so Carlisle had let us borrow another car, one of those just front seaters. So Edward drove, Angela took passenger and I got squished in the middle. I heard Edward heave a giant sigh and he slowed down to look at me. "Will you quit moving around? You look amazing, Bell, stop worrying about it." He grabbed my hand, giving it a quick squeeze before releasing it.
Angela piped up from my right, "He's completely right, Bella. You look awesome." I glanced at her just in time to see her wink at me and look knowingly toward Edward. I shook my head, tightly, glancing at Edward to make sure he was oblivious to our silent conversation. She rolled her eyes at me and gave me an exasperated look. I glared at her before staring stonily forward. She gave a slight laugh and Edward glanced at us questioningly.
"Nothing,"I muttered, sulking. He flashed his one sided grin at me before pulling into Mike's driveway. After he parked, he came around to the other door, helping Angela out first, and then helping me out. When he grasped my hand to help me out, he kept a hold on it for a minute, keeping me facing him as he surveyed my dress again.
"You really do look amazing, Bella." He said huskily.
I smiled at him, my high heels letting me look directly in his eyes, "Thank you." Even if I didn't believe him completely, this dress had a fairytale quality. It almost made me believe that I could get my prince. We wandered into the party, passing various people from our class who were loitering on the steps. Angela got a few gasps, causing me to grin. My smile broadened when I watched Ben walk up to her and start an earnest conversation with her. Giving her a wink, I followed Edward into the party, where I was waylayed by Mike. Forcing myself to keep my smile, I returned his greeting.
"Bella! You look fuckin' smokin'!" I gritted my teeth, refraining from telling him that my eyes didn't happen to be on my chest. Looking around desperately for Edward, he had disappeared. Probably talking to Lauren, I thought grimly.
"Thanks, Mike." I spoke through my teeth.
"Come dance with me!" Panicked, I looked toward the dance floor that had been set up in the living room. There were people from surrounding school mixed with my own classmates grinding on the floor. As I watched one blonde guy shove his hand up a girls skirt, I desperately looked for a way out of dancing with Mike. With extreme relief, I saw Emmett and Jasper standing in the corner. Emmett with a beer and Jasper with a Pepsi.
"Sorry, Mike. I've got to go and talk to Emmett."
"Oh well, maybe later." A horrified look came on my face just as Edward walked up to me.
He burst into laughter, obviously having heard Mike's final reply. "I was just coming over to save you, but looks like you handled it."
"Yeah,I said faintly, "Handled it."
He continued grinning as we joined Emmett and Jasper in the corner.
Emmett smacked Edward on the back. "You guys finally made it."
"Emmett," I leaned forward, "You know that you drive too fast if you drive faster than him." I jerked a finger at Edward, who rolled his eyes at me.
Emmett just grinned and threw his arm over my shoulder. "Chicks dig the speed, Bella." I snorted. A group of people surged to our corner to talk to the guys. Only Emmetts arm wrapped around my shoulders stopped me from being swept away in the flow of bodies. Tyler's face came into view as people wandered away after a few minutes.
"Belllaa!" He winked at me and I forced myself not to laugh. "Let's do it."
I choked, "What?"
He winked again, did he have an eye infection or something? "Let's do it, let's dance." Then he wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Or if you'd rather..." he faded off as he noticed the body attached to the arm come into view.
"Or if she'd rather, what?" Emmett said, dangerously.
"If...sh...she'd rather...not. Not dance. I mean... I've got to go." As he fled in the other direction, I turned to Emmett raising my eyebrows.
He shrugged, "What? He was propositioning you. Nobody does that to my Bella except for me." A jolt of laughter was ripped from me as Edward's scowling face came into view.
He glared at Emmett's arm before returning his gaze to Emmett's face. "What the hell are you doing?"
Emmett wasn't bothered. "I was preventing Tyler from doing something that would force me to beat his face in. Not sure why though, I really would enjoy smashing pretty boy's face."
Edwards eyes narrowed even more, a feat I'd believed would be impossible. "What was the fucker doing?"
"Propositioning Bella."
"Hell no, I'm kicking his ass." I leaped to Edward's side, grabbing his arm as he turned around, scanning the crowd for Tyler.
"Edward, stop it. You are not ruining Mike's party like you ruined Jessica's." He'd beaten the hell out of Conner for grabbing my ass and after that everyone had pretty much gone home. I'd gotten to spend the following week ridiculed by Lauren and her slut dolls, unable to do anything about it due to Edward's infatuation with her, when all I'd wanted to do was pound the bitch's face in. My lack of outward reaction had added to the belief the I was somehow afraid of Lauren. I internally snorted. As if. I could have brought Bowser in for show and tell and told him to sic her. She would have fled screaming, not that Bowser would have reacted. He's the laziest snake in existence, getting him to even blink was next to impossible. But the point remains the same, if I wanted to take on Whore #1 then I could do so easily.
Edward could have easily broken my hold, I was pretty strong but nowhere as strong as he was, but he remained tensed under my hands. "He was just joking around, Edward."
His teeth were gritted, jutting his jaw out. "No, he wasn't. If you had any idea of the things he thinks about you..." he trailed off, the vein in his head throbbing.
"The things he thinks about me? First of all, he's male. That gives me some insight, must I remind you that I'm friends with Emmett? And second of all, how would you know what he thinks?"
His piercing, angry eyes met mine. "I'm a guy, Bella."
Exasperated, I replied sarcastically. "Oh really, I hadn't noticed."
I saw the first glimmer of amusement enter his gaze. "He's in our gym class. We have the same locker room." Oh, that made more sense. Emmett had once explained the boys locker room conduct to me. I didn't see how it differed that much from their out-of-locker-room conduct, but whatever.
"All guys say stuff like that around other guys." I looked him up and down. "I'm sure even you have said something like that about some girl in the locker room, just fucking around."
The lingering amusement left, replaced with disgust directed at my words. "I wouldn't talk about any woman that way."
I released my hands from his arm, quickly wrapping it around his waist. "Well, then, you good sir," I tapped my finger on his nose, smiling lightly. "are a gentleman, while they are not."
He gave me a small unwilling smile, grabbing my hand as it pulled away from his nose and put it around his neck. "Dance with me," he suggested.
I smiled at him, trying to slow my heart rate before he felt it somehow. "Now that's one offer I can't refuse."
We walked out to the dance floor, in time for a slow song to come on. Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I smiled, wrapping both of my arms around his neck as he placed his own on my waist. We slowly swayed back and forth to the beat. With a sigh, I rested my head on his chest, reveling in the moment. The feel of his hard chest underneath my ear, of his hands pressing against the silky material of my dress. His smell, god, he smelled amazing, pure male. The sound of his heartbeat next to my ear, sure and steady, relaxing me. Our legs brushed as we slowly danced in a circle. It wasn't the first time we'd danced, we'd danced together at dances during younger years. But it'd been different then. I'd been to young to notice how sensual it was, swaying our bodies together in time with the beat.
When Lips of an Angel finished, Edward didn't seem inclined to let me go as the next song came on until out of nowhere, Tabitha appeared to fuck up my moment. Tabitha was Whore #2, Lauren's head slut doll. And as with every girl in our grade, she had major hots for Edward's bod.
"Edward," she whined in her nasally voice. "Come dance with me." Edward looked hesitantly down at me. Tabitha was Lauren's best friend, if Tabitha liked him, then Lauren would be more likely to like him. Which meant he couldn't piss her off for rejecting her in order to dance with me, the ugly best friend.
"Do you mind, Bell?"
I released my hands from his neck, forcing a bright smile, "No problem." He let me go and turned to Tabitha, missing the dirty look she gave me.
I turned to leave the dance floor, slightly peeved at Edward leaving me in the middle of it by myself, but felt myself lifted up by another, bigger body. Containing my shriek, I went to slam my elbow into my assailants groin but it was caught as I threw it.
"Relax, Bella." I obeyed, as I felt Emmett's voice rumble in my ear. I spun around to grin at him. With Emmett here, I no longer needed to feel like an idiot. Emmett grabbed my hips and started moving in the rhythm of newest song, a faster beat and a kick ass guitar. Dancing with Emmett was a blast, I wasn't afraid to let loose and move with the music. He had some pretty hilarious moves, too. At one point, he tried to replicate disco dancing, I'd been laughing so hard, I'd forgotten to keep dancing.
After dancing with Emmett, I danced one slow song with Jasper; we'd spent the entire time talking about Alice, and then I was conned into dancing with Mike whose hand I continually been forced to move move upwards when it tried to sneak towards my ass. Despite my annoyance at Mike, the entire night was tons of fun. I'd gone to find Angela to leave around 2 in the morning and she'd excitedly told me that Ben had offered to drive her home. Excited for her, I'd walked out to Edwards car, sitting on the hood waiting for the owner to appear.
It was a beautiful night, not a cloud in sight, a full moon. I laid back watching the stars, studying constellations when I saw Edward sit next to me on the hood of the car. "Pretty night, huh?"
"Yeah," I said softly. We lay there for a few minutes before I started shivering in my flimsy dress and Edward made me get inside. When we pulled into my driveway, he came around the car to help me out. As I started to pull away, he halted me.
"I really had fun dancing with you tonight, Bella."
I smiled, and softly replied. "I had fun with you tonight, too Edward."
Finally releasing my hand, he jauntily waved and pulled out of my driveway after he made sure I'd made it into the house. Charlie wasn't home yet, so I sat at the kitchen table with hot chocolate waiting for him to return. I heard him pull into the driveway in his cruiser and enter the house. He halted when he came into the kitchen. "Hey, Bella. Didn't think you'd be back yet." He commented, unloading his gun and putting it in the safe.
"Yeah, we got back a few minutes ago. I wanted to ask you something."
"Sure, go ahead." He turned to listen to me.
"One of Jasper's friends is coming up and bringing her friend. The person they were supposed to stay with bailed, so I was wondering if it'd be alright with you if they stayed here for a couple weeks?"
He shrugged, "Your friends are always welcome to stay here."
I smiled, knowing I'd guessed him right. "Thanks. Well, I'm going to head up to bed now, g'night."
"Good night." I headed out of the kitchen but at the doorway, he stopped me. "Oh and Bella?"
I turned, "Yeah, Dad?"
He looked away as he said this. "You really look pretty tonight."
"Thanks, Dad." I said softly, then went upstairs to change and go to bed.
Want to help me?
Comments? Opinions? I'm looking for some ideas of a sports team that they can cheer for over the summer. I don't know much, if anything, about sports, so if someone could give me a team [and whatever sports are played over the summer]? I told you, I know nothing about sports, something that frustrates my real best friends, lol. Thanks. :)
