More language… T for teen. So if you are twelve… GO AWAY! Or… Don't… Whatever. Maybe you are a mature twelve year old. Who made the decision to make it 13 anyway? I know some teenagers that could learn how to be mature from four year olds…
Second Revenge Continued: Still Jasper
Jasper's Point Of View
Bella's eyes widened as Becca lunged at her. Before she could get to her, she was grabbed around the middle by a security officer. It looked suspiciously like Emmett.
Mainly because it was Emmett. He was wearing a tight black shirt, looking exactly like the other guards.
It helped that he was huge.
I was suddenly filled with the urge to make out with him. I fanned myself, along with the audience, while I attempted to think of Alice. But my thoughts kept drifting back to the muscled man on the stage. The sexy… very well muscled— Stop it, Jasper! But he's so se— NO! I turned my attention to the lunatic attacking Bella.
"Put me down! I'm gonna kill her! She hurt my man!" Becca screamed, flailing around, trying to get out of Emmett's arms.
"You hurt your man, dimwit." Bella replied defensively.
Johnny was just sitting in his chair, calmly watching the scene unfold.
Jerry was standing in the audience stands, smirking. He was radiating smugness.
I briefly wondered where Edward was, but then my attention was caught again by that sexy hunk of man meat— STOP IT! BAD JASPER!
Good grief, this audience had more pent up… feelings… than Edward! I was about to go crazy with conflicting feelings. Lust, anger, happiness, confusion. A lot of confusion.
"Well, maybe we should just try talking about it, instead of attacking one another?" Jerry asked from the stands.
"Yes, let's talk about it! Let's talk about this whore getting me drunk enough to fool around with multiple people, including family! Johnny! You believe me, don't you?" Becca yelled.
Johnny looked at her calmly. "I don't know. I don't even know you. They just pulled me off the street and told me to act sad and hurt when they brought people on to the stage…" he said.
I gasped with the crowd.
Oh, thank goodness. The lust was replaced by confusion and shock. Except Rosalie. Rosalie was still staring at Emmett.
Becca calmed and looked at him. "You… don't know who I am? Well… That explains why I don't know who you are! They gave me a story and told me to attack whoever was in the chair… They didn't care who."
"Hey! You're not supposed to tell people that!" Jerry yelled.
Just then Edward crashed through the side of the stage, shrieking, followed by the three old ladies with handbags.
Damn it. More lust. But it was slightly balanced with more shock and confusion.
It was like an emotional cocktail. A horrid, disgusting cocktail of emotions seeping from old ladies with knitted handbags.
"Edward! Hello! Having fun?" Bella asked with a smile. She knew he was having less 'fun' than she was.
"NO! Get them away! PLEASE!" he yelled, running towards Bella and her chair.
Bella just laughed at him.
He ran around the chair, old ladies in tow.
One of them got smart and circled around the other way, forcing Edward to run away from the chair and trip over the coffee table.
He fell on top of it with a crash, the flimsy 'wood type stuff' shattering.
"NO!" shrieked Jerry. "That was Oprah's favorite table! She was loaning it to me! OUT! Get out, all of you! GINA? Gina, where are you? I NEED AN ADVIL!"
I had a feeling (Heh… Get it? I had a… never mind…) that our time on talk shows was at an end.
Well. There's that. Jasper is so conflicted...
By the by... 'wood type stuff' is a scientific term for 'fragile'...
Becca, Bella, Becca, Bella... I'm confuzzled. And before you ask, NO that's not all of Bella's revenge. But if anyone has any idea of what would make her mad... Feel free to tell me!
Alice is up next... Here's a preview...
"No...no more... Justin Timberlake..." she shuddered. "No more..." she muttered as she rocked back and forth, curled into a ball.
Peace out,
Mojo
