Masen Days Outtake 4

Summary: Angela and Embry make observations while Masen watches Bella sleep in English class. Time Frame: During Chapter 7: The Day Masen Writes Vans Poetry POV: Angela

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. I own some very strange word association, pencil-buns, Vans poetry, and a bunch of yeahs.

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The Day Masen Touches Bella

"They're totally into each other," I whisper, though Embry's not really paying attention. His eyes are closed, and his head is on top of his textbook.

"Look. Their body language is all sexually charged or whatever."

Embry props his chin on his book and looks two tables ahead of us at Masen and Bella.

"She looks like she's sleeping. I want to be sleeping." He gives me a pointed look, trying to get me to shut up, but I won't.

"She's not sleeping. See how her head's tilted; she's checking him out."

"I wish they would just kiss already, so I don't have to listen to this anymore."

"I think it'll happen soon." I can't be more excited for my good friends. I adore a good love story, and seeing one up close and personal is so entertaining.

I sit and doodle Embry's name on my notebook while Ms. Robinson goes over paragraph structure. Gawd, this is so boring.

Just when I start to fantasize about poking myself in the eye with my pencil, Masen changes position. He lays his head down on the desk exactly like Bella's, but he's facing her.

I hold my breath and shoot out my hand to wake up Embry. He startles and his eyes narrow in irritation while he cleans the sleep off his teeth. Note to self: don't kiss him for awhile. Gross.

He closes his eyes again, but I nudge him with my textbook. And just in time, too, because Masen is on the move. His right hand crawls across the table toward Bella. He's slow, tentative, or maybe just methodical, but he has a plan. I watch with rapt attention as his fingers reach Bella's face, and he strokes two, maybe three, fingers across her brow and down the side of her cheek. From where I'm sitting, I only see his profile, but it's enough to tell that his lips are curved up in a soft smile. Gawd, could they be any cuter?

"What's that, Angela?" Crap, did I say that out loud?

"Oh, nothing, Ms. Robinson. Just mumbling."

"Mmm," she says and goes on blabbing.

I gaze around the room, lost in thought. Embry bumps his elbow into mine and gains my attention. "Look," he mouths and jerks his head toward Bella and Masen.

Masen's fingers are right next to Bella's. His pinkie twitches, then slowly descends the side of Bella's hand. But he doesn't stop there; he adds a few fingers and strokes the inside of her arm from her palm to her elbow where her head resides.

She twitches, and Masen withdraws his hand, settling it back on the table.

Embry and I observe together as Masen eyeballs Bella. "She's totally asleep," Embry says, his voice a whisper.

"She is now," I say, rolling my eyes. "He's totally into her. I wish you'd watch me like that."

"I do, woman. I watch you like that all the time." He's such a liar, but I don't care. I'll kiss him for that anyway – sleepy breath and all.

I shake my head but feel special he'd say such a thing even though I called him out on it. "You do not."

"Well, borrow Bella's red shirt, and I will." Such a pig. Too bad I love him. I knock his arm hard and he grins, then lays back down on his textbook. I follow him, and the next thing I know Embry is gazing at me and stroking my cheek with his fingers. Aw. He is so sweet when he chooses to be. Either that, or he's making fun of Masen. I'm going to pretend it's the former.

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