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Can Anyone Say 'Insane?'
Jake's POV:
Hey… That was the girl that flipped us the bird this morning. It's really hard to forget about that. I mean, really. What was that for, anyway? Bella would never have done that.
Bella. I usually tried to avoid thinking about her. It was too painful. After all, she had left me for a leech.
No. I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts out of my mind. After all, there was a reason I had tried not to think about her. It depressed me. So I did something more enjoyable.
I went back to staring at Brandi. She mesmerized me. The way her black hair ruffled in the slight breeze that was roaming the house from the window we had opened. The way her bright blue eyes glittered in the sunlight. The way her tan skin (natural, I noticed) looked-
"Jake?" Billy said. "Are you okay? You look kinda-"
"Spacey," Brandi filled in. She looked fine, but I could sense the fury coming off her in waves.
I realized I had been staring at her longer than was polite. "Yeah-" I cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm fine."
I was still in shock. All the air – what air? - in my body was gone. I couldn't breathe, and yet, I didn't need to breathe.
Brandi was my air.
It was like I had told Bella. Imprinting. It's like the earth moves and she was my sun. My world. The lyrics of a song I'd heard tumbled through my head.
I'd do anything for you
I'd change the world
And give it back to you
And everything I got
I'd give it all to you
I'd do anything for you
(A/N: Walters Jamie I'd Do Anything For You Lyrics)
And it was exactly like that. I couldn't imagine life without her, and I couldn't figure out how I survived without her before.
I wanted to promise her the moon. But judging by the way she had flipped us the bird before, one does not promise Brandi the moon. One either delivers it, or shuts the hell up.
And what amazed me more: I could even think about Bella without it hurting too much.
It sounded mushy even in my head, but that was how I felt. She was my life preserver, and I was drowning.
I smothered a grin. Somehow I knew she wouldn't like that comparison. Maybe it was because she flipped me off for doing nothing.
***
Brandi's POV:
Oh, crap. Crap, crap, CRAP!!
I restrained myself from showing any emotion on my face, except what I hoped was polite indifference. I also kept myself from cussing out loud. I had promised my mom I wouldn't say any word worse than crap. That plan was probably going to go to ashes if I opened my mouth.
It didn't help that the kid was staring at me all googily-eyed. He looked like he was going to start feeling me up right there.
I sent him a look that said, You try it, and I will stick my hand down your throat, rip out your guts, and force-feed them to you. Only in more grisly, street-like terms; and involving a different part of the male anatomy. It, also, involved ripping off. I probably wouldn't need to make him eat it, though. Just making him scream would be enough. I smiled grimly to myself. It seemed one thing had continued from my gang time.
I still liked seeing grown men cry.
"So. Brandi, right?"
I blinked, caught off guard. "Err… yeah."
Billy and my mom had walked into the kitchen, and couldn't hear us. That's probably what prompted the perv-jock to come closer.
He leaned down, and I backed away. If he really wanted to mess with me, that probably wouldn't have stopped him. Even so, the first lesson I had learned on the streets was that you always wanted to have as much space between you and everyone else as possible.
Anyway, this guy was way too big for comfort.
He wasn't too bad to look at, I admitted to myself. His black hair flopped over his eyes, which were a warm chocolaty brown. He was like a foot taller than my 5'7". I felt small compared to him. He still had a rock-hard body, but maybe I was being picky. I didn't like big-muscled guys. He looked about 25, which meant he wasn't getting near me. I mean; I'm totally for dating older guys, but not guys 9 years older than me. Which meant, if he didn't back up within two seconds, I was going back to the ripping off of body parts.
He didn't get that, though. If he understood my silent contempt and warning, he didn't show it. If anything, he moved closer. I gulped. There was an incredible heat radiating off him. He didn't seem dangerous, but they usually don't…
My mom came back in the room, talking over her shoulder and laughing.
I jumped back from him like a guilty child who had been caught stealing a cookie from the jar. I almost flushed from embarrassment. Then I mentally shook some sense back into myself. Damn him! (Oops... Ah, oh well.) I hadn't done anything wrong! Why did I feel bad?
As if he could feel the glare I directed at him, Jacob shifted from foot to foot, obviously uncomfortable. That's right, I thought smugly. Be afraid.
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