So, here is the next chapterrrrrr :) This will be my last chapter of this story for the next two weeks. Chapter 5 should be coming around then. But before it does come, I'll be working on a chapter or two for my other stories because I've abandoned them, poor stories :(
Oh, warning! For those who suffer from high blood pressure, heart, back or neck problems, motion sickness, are an expectant mother, or you simply don't like kissy, kissy goo, goo stuff then I suggest you do not read the chapter. Although I did put the rating as M for language, lemons and violence. But, hell what do I know, just read it anyway. But don't come complaining to me if something happens… Oh and sorry for ruining the surprise.
Anywhooo…I barely even read these things myself at the beginning of stories…LOL!
Paul's retreating form was getting smaller and smaller as he walked past the playground and in to the surrounding forest. Where was he going? I had absolutely no idea what to do, so I simply followed.
I chased after him, jogging at a decent pace. It was strange to see the playground empty, but I guess the threatening clouds overhead make it seem like a silly idea to be outside.
"Paul, wait up!" I ask him and he stops a little distance in the forest, turning around. I slow my pace to a walk when I see a smile twitch on his lips as he watches me come closer. If I weren't so captured by his smile, I would turn my head away in embarrassment. His dark hair is slightly longer than Jacob's and the wind blows it in his eyes, which as I come closer seem to be flirting with me. I stop about and arms length from him and he starts laughing.
"What?" I give him a quirked eyebrow. What the fuck is he laughing at?
"Do you always have a scowl on your face?" He takes a small step closer and for some strange reason I move a step back. I leave his question unanswered as his smile fades and he takes another step closer. Again I take another retreating step. Normally I'm not the type of person to back down on something, but this boy seems to be changing that.
"So, why did you bring me out here?" I ask him and the smile comes back. He shrugs at me, taking yet another step closer. My feet stay still. I watch as his left had twitches, and he brings it closer to my right. He looks like he's about to hold my hand, but I'm wrong.
"You want to know something, Rosalie?" He asks me randomly, stepping back keeping the distance. His random question makes me blink and I take about three seconds to finally answer him.
"Sure."
"I hate bro-code." He states and I know exactly what he means.
"Hmm, okay then." I nod slightly, crossing my arms over my chest out of habit. Paul shuffles his feet nervously and I huff and roll my eyes at the fact that he's wasting my time.
"Paul, why are we here?" I ask again. He doesn't answer me and his smile comes back.
"I wanted to show you something, but then I realised that you probably won't be interested." He looks away anxiously and I follow his line of sight into the forest. What is he looking at? All I can see is trees and other nature shit. I look back at him and he watches me carefully. I'm here with him, might as well have some fun tempting his hormones. I take a step closer to him, lick my lips and trace a finger down his lower arm.
"Just show me," I ask him pouting slightly. "Please?" I whisper seductively and his jitters come back from today at lunch as I watch his eyes bouncing around my face and chest. Silently he grabs a hold of my hand that has been teasing his arm and he pulls me in the direction he was looking at before.
There is no real need for him to be holding on to my hand, but it feels kind of nice. Not having a hand twisted with mine, or an arm slung over my shoulder or snaked around my waist or being in an embrace of strong, safe arms for a while has made me forget how it feels to have someone touch me in simple ways. I sigh as I realise that it feels too different though, it's just not the same. I leave my hand limp in Paul's grip as he pulls me deeper into the forest. I have no idea where he is taking me, and I would be scared. But, honestly I'm not. This guy doesn't seem like the type that would take me somewhere secluded and harm me.
As my thoughts begin to drift off into unsafe territory, Paul lets go of my hand and turns around swiftly.
"Look around." He tells me and I take a quick look around us.
"And what exactly and I supposed to be looking at?" I ask him and he chuckles at me, "All I see are trees."
"I know, now look up." He raises a pointed finger to the sky. Which cannot actually be seen through the canopy of trees and oh, a large dark brown thing sitting in the trees.
"Cool." I exclaim sarcastically taking a quick peek at Paul.
"You haven't even seen inside yet, don't judge what you haven't experienced." Paul steps toward a tree which I didn't notice before had a rope and wooden ladder tied to a branch just in reach. Don't judge what you haven't experienced… That is a really cool saying, like not even kidding. Paul pulls out the ladder and calls me over.
"You want me to climb that don't you?" I cross my arms stubbornly. I am so not in the mood for climbing.
"Yeah, come on. Please?" Paul pulls a funny puppy dog pout and I can't help but laugh.
"Fine. But it better be worth it." I watch as Paul jumps up on the ladder using only his arms to climb a short way. Showing off.
"Oh, trust me it's worth it." Paul says as he climbs all the way to the top. I wait a little while and wonder if I could just make a run for it. But, then I don't have a get away, so… Paul yells at me to hurry up and seems like my plan to escape won't work anyway.
I climb the scary looking ladder and Paul helps me inside the tree house thing. I take a look around am actually amazed at how this thing got up here. It's completely decked out with a mad as sound system which Paul turns on, it has a whole bunch of small generator powered fairy lights, a lava lamp and a couple of other odd looking lamps lighting the actually large-ish space for a tree house. There is a small two-seated couch, a loveseat and a few camping chairs tucked in one corner. There isn't a mini fridge but Paul ducks behind the couch, pulling out two sodas from a cooler. The walls have some random music posters plastered on the wall and in spaces where there aren't, there is either spray paint graffiti or carvings of names and sayings and song lyrics.
"Wow." I say breathlessly and that's pretty much all I can say as I take a soda from Paul and take a seat on the couch next to him.
"Good wow or bad wow?" Paul asks cracking open his can.
"Just, wow 'wow.'" And that pretty much sums the place up.
"It's pretty awesome huh?" He gives me an exultant grin as I nod, lost for words at this place.
"But, I have one question." I run my hand over the arm of the couch and wonder to myself how it got up here.
"Shoot." Paul encourages me, turning on the seat to face me.
"How the fuck did the couch get up here?" I ask and Paul smiles wider, grabbing my drink from me and placing both cans on the floor.
"Watch this." He reaches his arm next to me and smacks the arm of the couch I was leaning on and it falls over and the whole side of the couch now has no end. I look at him confused and he elbows his arm and it breaks off like the other. Then he leans back, pushing hard on the back of the couch and his half breaks off too. I'm totally freaked out right now until Paul starts laughing at my facial expressions, standing up he picks up his side of the couch, showing me the breaks in the pieces then sticking it back together.
"Uh, okay." I say awkwardly unsure how to answer that.
"Yeah, it was Jacob's idea." He grabs our drinks again, handing mine back to me.
"So, you and Jacob built this place?" I look around again at the sweet hide out place.
"No, Jacob, Jared, Colin, Brody and I built it together at the start of freshman year. You," He brings his hand up to my knee, "are the only outsider that has ever seen this place. Not even Jacob allows Leah to come here. So, if anyone asks. You were never here." He gives me a sweet smile and I feel slightly awkward that I'm the only female that has every stepped a foot up here.
"You're not the type of person that follows rules are you?" I ask Paul and he shakes his head, sliding closer to me. He grabs my drink from me and places it back on the floor. I haven't even opened it yet.
"No, and I don't think you are either." He slides his hands up to my waist and pulls me closer to him. I shift myself around, throwing my leg over Paul's, straddling him. "Rules are meant to be broken." He says, bringing hands his under my shirt, playing with the skin just above my jeans. My hands do a bit of their own exploring, trailing up his chest to his neck. I lean in closer as I get an overwhelming feeling of need to have Paul's lips on me.
"Even the bro-code." I whisper before my lips come crashing down on Paul's in a heated kiss that makes my body ache. His lips feel soft and taste gloriously like orange soda and I can't help but want to taste more. My mouth parts as I allow a moan to pass my lips when Paul's hands squeeze my hips roughly, pulling me closer. He takes this opportunity to let his tongue dart into my mouth as my lips are parted. His sweet taste intensifies, but his kiss feels different. So, very different to how I've been kissed before. This kiss feels kind of cautious and I'm wondering if Paul is testing to see how far I would go. So, instead of his guessing, I help him along a little. I break away from the kiss as I feel my breathing get shallower. Paul's lips are slightly pouted and he looks slightly disappointed that I pulled away. His disappointment soon disappears as I take off my jacket and grab on to Paul's hands, raising my shirt a bit and I hop he gets the idea. But this boy is smart enough to understand as I lower my hands, yet his trail higher, reaching around my back. He looks at me questioning if what he's about to do is okay and I smile wickedly, leaning in to kiss him again. Paul seems satisfied with my answer and he grabs the back of my bra, unclasping it and I sigh into his mouth when his warm hands come and cup my breasts. I begin to think that he's slightly nervous when he starts shifting around, but then something hard stabs into my thigh and I can't help but laugh at how turned on he is. I pull away to smirk at him and his face goes bright red.
"Sorry," He looks away from me and pulls his hands away. I'm beginning to feel the embarrassment that Paul's face is expressing and I distract myself by playing with the black hair that falls into his eyes.
"It's Okay." I whisper and lean in to kiss him again when Paul jumps as I hear someone shouting.
"Paul! You dipshit! Are you up there?" I know we both can hear them and we stay completely silent.
"Fuck." Paul says quietly before answering the person below us. "Yeah, man! Come on up!" I look at him, wondering if it's Jacob and staying quiet just in case it is.
"Don't worry. Its just Jared." He whispers to me, as he must have sensed my panic. He looks at me sadly before I slip off his lap, reclasping my bra and shrugging my jacket back on. I watch as Paul leans forward, resting his arms on his knees, with his eyes squeezed shut, whispering to himself. I sit on the far end of the couch, wondering if I should leave or something. Paul sits up straight when another black haired head pops up through the entrance to this place.
"Dude! Why are you…" Jared's voice trails off as his eyes land on me. I look away at Paul who is now glaring at Jared like I did to Jacob today. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jared climbs up the rest of the way, and stands in front of the two of us, looking from one to the next and back again.
"You know Rosalie, Jared?" Paul waves his arm in my direction, giving me a sweet smile.
"Uh, no. You're Jacob's sister, aye?" Jared comes and sits in between Paul and I, slinging an arm over the back of the couch behind me.
"Stepsister." I correct him and he nods.
"You know Jacob is going to kill you right?" He asks me and turns to Paul, "And he's going to chop your balls off." Paul looks as if what Jared said is true and nods his head shamefully. "His sister, really Paul? Fuck, you know how Jacob got when you went for Leah when they were just friend with benefits. Do you not learn young Paul?" Jared gives Paul a hard punch.
"It's not what it looks like." Paul rubs his arm and goes back to being the follower he was today at lunchtime, listening to Jacob when he said not to talk to me. And, now listening to what Jared is saying.
"Oh, really? Because it looks like you both just had a mad make-out session, breaking all the rules of bro-code and the rules that are clearly stated on the wall just over there." Jared points to a non-poster spot on the wall. Paul is silent and I just sit there with my best looking poker face on. "Not to mention, you two pretty much just met. Not saying there is necessarily anything wrong with it. Just Rosalie," Jared looks at me with a serious look on his face, "I mean, damn." He gives me a good eye fuck, touching my shoulder with his fingertips, so Paul doesn't see it. "Jacob said you were the ugliest chick ever, but when we saw you in the parking lot and when you came up to the table at lunch. Fuck, I thought I was going to get a hard on just looking at you." He laughs and Paul looks like he's about to rip Jared's head off.
"You wouldn't be the first." I play with him a bit and give Paul a look, remembering the past five minutes. He doesn't smile, but only looks even more upset.
"I'm sure I'm not." Jared agrees with me, and continues with his little life lesson. "But, what I was saying is that. Paul over here, yeah no I wouldn't bother with…"
"Jared," I cut him off, speaking in the same tone I used with Paul before when I asked him about what he wanted to show me. "Do you honestly think I would come to a place like this, to make-out with one of my stepbrother's best friends? Hell, how do you know that I don't have a boyfriend back home? I might be experienced, but I am most certainly not a slut." I rest my hand on Jared's upper thigh and he looks at me like he did just before. His silent nodding tells me that he's believed me and I take my hand off his thigh, but giving it a good squeeze before I do. I take a quick peek at Paul who looks like he's just been used.
Meh, get used to it buddy.
"Anyway," I stand up. "I should really get going. It was great to meet you, Jared." I give Jared a fake smile, when I would rather just give him a smack on the head for ruining my afternoon, not to mention the perverted looks he's been giving me. "Come on, Paul." Jared and Paul exchange a look before I duck under the tree house to climb down.
Silently sitting in Paul's car he doesn't start the engine. He stares out the window watching the small specks of rain fall on the windscreen. I'm feeling slightly sorry for this guy, I mean I really didn't mean to come here to make-out with him. Hell, I didn't even want to until I felt how good it was to have someone touching me again.
Not knowing what to do, I rest my hand on Paul's thigh and he doesn't look at me until I give it a squeeze. I can't describe the look on his face exactly, but his eyes look hurtful, yet promising somehow. Just as I'm about to open my mouth to apologise, which I barely ever do, but I feel I need to, Paul speaks.
"So you have a boyfriend?" His voice is laced with pain and I can't help mimic his frown. I shake my head slowly at him, pulling my hand from his thigh. He looks back out the window and the car falls silent. "Then why did you tell Jared you had one?" I roll my eyes at him, a thing I do a lot.
"I didn't. I asked him how he could make judgement if he doesn't know the full story." Paul nods slowly, starting the car. We drive for about five minutes until I suck it up and apologise.
"I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, Paul. But, I think Jared is right. We don't even know each other." The rain picks up outside and Paul has to slow down a bit and concentrate on the road. He takes a little while to speak again.
"Yeah, I know. I just thought that you liked me too." Oh, not this again. Guys having feelings for me before they even know my name. It's sad really, but I never had a problem rejecting them, because I had Emmett. Now, I don't. And it kind of hurts a little to see Paul like this.
"I…" I let out a breath before I speak again, I just can't stand to let this guy down. It's so unlike me. "I would like to get to know you." I say and Paul's lips twitch. He's smile made me smile, and at this moment I wanted to see him smile.
"Really?" Paul wants confirmation on what I just said and I give him a short laugh.
"Really." I nod and he smiles.
The car falls silent, but this time it's a good silence. I watch as we drive down the long gravel driveway leading to home. Mum and Billy aren't home yet, but I'm sure they will be soon. But, Jacob is most definitely home because his Rabbit sits out the front. Paul kills the engine and gets out of the car in the pouring rain without a word and I follow him. He grabs his jacket off and lifts it over my head, protecting me from the rain. That would have to be the sweetest gesture ever. We reach the front door and Paul lets me unlock the door.
"You don't have to come in, Paul. Jacob is going to be pissed at me as it is, and I don't think you being here will help." I say and he nods not looking at me. "Thank you for this afternoon. I don't just mean the car ride either." I grab on to his hand a give it a gentle squeeze. He looks up at me smiling.
"I know we can't do anything like we did this afternoon, but is it okay for me to hug you?" He asks, ducking his head slightly and looking up at me through his lashes. I laugh at his silliness and open my arms for a hug. His arms snake around my waist and his warmth feels nice. But his arms just aren't as big and His frame is too small, it's nothing like home. Our hug is over too quickly and soon enough Paul is backing out of the drive way and I'm left to face Jacob. This is going to be interesting.
I enter the house and it's quiet, too quiet. Okay, now I just sound like some stupid action movie…or a scary movie.
I take a quick search for Jacob in the living room and the kitchen. No sign of big, tall, dick head there so I head to my room, guessing he is in his. Chucking my bag on the bed I flick the door shut behind me. Waiting for my hand to hit the hard piece of wood that is my door, but it just doesn't happen. I turn around and face an empty door way, well actually I wouldn't call it a door way because there isn't a door.
"Jacob." I scold under my breath, closing my eyes and letting this go. I knew he would do something to me, and really this isn't that big. I was hoping for something a little bit more embarrassing rather than just simply annoying. But, all well.
I leave the empty space and start my homework on my bed. It occupies my time and soon enough I hear Billy's truck roar into the driveway. I head to the kitchen just as mum and Billy enter the front door and I'm immediately attacked with a hug from my mum, which I take gladly.
"Hello my lovely daughter how was your first day?" She asks me letting go.
"It was great, made a couple of new friends. The teachers are strict but good. And my homework is already done and tucked away in my bag for tomorrow." My mother smiles at me proudly and gives me another hug. "How was your day?" I ask in return. As the three of us prepare dinner, mum talks about her exciting day and just as I'm about to explain my lunchtime and meeting Renesmee, Jacob stalks in through the front, his hair dripping with rain. So, I guess he wasn't in his room after all.
"Hello Jacob, how lovely for you to grace us with your presence." Esme gives a short giggle before asking me to set the table.
"Yeah, I know. But please, no flash photography and I'm not doing autographs today." Jacob replies with a cocky attitude and I scoff back a laugh as mum and Billy share Jacob's laughter.
"Help Rosalie set the table, Jacob. Dinner is almost ready." Billy commands Jacob and he does so willingly in front of the adults.
Carrying utensils, glasses and plates to set the table with Jacob, I head to the dinning room and Jacob follows. Silently, not even looking at each other we placed everything in order, I remembered drinks as Jacob placed the glasses up right on the table.
"Drinks." I say the word and Jacob grunts as his response.
Grabbing jugs and bottles from the fridge, I watch as mum and Billy finish making a salad as a side for the lasagne we're having. Just as I come back to the table, Jacob's sitting in one of the chairs spinning a fork on his plate.
"Sorry, no apple juice." I say as I place the drinks in the middle of the table. Jacob's hand captures my wrist as my hand lets go of the handle to the water jug. "Don't touch me." I sneer at him and he lets go as mum and Bill come in to the dinning room, carrying dishes.
I take my seat next to Jacob and scrape my chair as far away from him as I can manage. Small conversation is passed around the table between bites and both Jacob and I make it through dinner without having to address each other at all. Just as my mum is finishing off a story of her day, a huge teary yawn comes from her mouth.
"I think it might be time for bed." Billy says with a sweet smile, placing his hand on my mum's right shoulder.
"Oh, I still have to clean up the dishes." She whinges slightly, and Billy just has to open his mouth, ruining my night.
"Jacob and Rosalie can do that. Can't you kids?" I just want to punch him, but I restrain myself and begin clearing the table as Billy drags mum off to their room.
I almost scream as I enter the kitchen to find it dishwasher-less and I just chuck my empty plate in the sink. I pick it back out, hoping I didn't chip it. I turn around to find an emotionless faced Jacob carrying stacked dishes to the sink and he drops them, leaving the kitchen again. I pull the dishes out and find the plug, turning the water on hot. Once the water is nice and hot and soapy, like a bubble bath, which I could use right now, Jacob comes in to the kitchen placing the remaining dishes beside the sink.
"You wash, I dry." Jacob says in a deeper voice than usual and I nod, starting the duty.
It takes us all of about ten minutes to finally have everything washed, dried and put away in the correct places before we can call it a night. But, each time I would wash and rinse a dish, Jacob would manoeuvre his hand so it didn't touch mine. Something I wouldn't have noticed if I weren't actually paying attention to his hands, which were huge and looked calloused and in need of moisturiser.
As Jacob places the last glass away in a top cupboard and I allow the water to drain out, he decides to have a little chat.
"How did you get home this afternoon?" He asked me, chucking the dishtowel on the counter beside me.
"I got a lift." I added simply, not telling him about Paul and Jared. He looked disappointed by my answer and I decided to ask him a question. "Am I getting my door back?"
He shakes his head, "Nope, I'm using it for something." His eyes stare daringly at me, edging me to ask him what he's using it for.
"It's okay. You can keep it as long as you want. But I don't think your dad or my mum will be happy to see my door missing." I threaten him and his face flickers with slight fear until it hardens again.
"I'm surprised, Barbie, I never thought you would be capable of washing dishes. But I guess it's natural because women should be in the kitchen." His male ego flaring to all new heights as he laughs at his own stupid joke. I roll my eyes, not caring about his rude comment.
"Funny." I comment sarcastically.
"Not as funny as your stunt today at lunchtime." He steps closer to me, and I back away and my back hits the cold fridge. His voice drops to about an eighth of its volume and he whispers to me, "Do something like that again, and I'll make sure you never even look in my direction again. Do you understand me?" I laugh at him and watch as his jaw clenches with the obvious anger he is feeling.
"Threaten all you want, Jacob. But, I'm not afraid of you. And the only real way you could ever hurt me is through my mum. But considering the only person I've seen you really love is the one person that leans on my mother for support more than I do. I wouldn't bother." My arms cross themselves over my chest and I lean back on the fridge as Jacob stares at me, his eyes flickering across my face as mine do the same to his.
"You really aren't scared are you?" He asks smoothly and I shake my head. Jacob grins maliciously. I bite my tongue to stop my feelings of fear as his lips change from a grin to a hard tight line. Suddenly his hands grab at my wrists and he pins me against the fridge with my hands next to either side.
"Hurting me physically will get you no where, Jacob." I warn him, not bothering to defend myself because I know he knows what I said was true.
"It's still nice to see that gleam of fear in your eyes." He lets go of one wrist and brings his free hand to touch a curl of blonde hair that sits on my shoulder and I would have thought it was a lustful action until Jacob continues to threaten me.
"Wonder how you would react if something happened to your precious hair." He speaks more to himself than me. I stay silent and he knows he's got me. If he dared to touch my hair, I would seriously fuck him over.
"I wonder how your car would react if I hit it repeatedly with a baseball bat." I say, tapping my chin with a finger from my free hand as part of the act. Jacob's eyes go wide before he glares at me, releasing my hand and stalking off to his room.
I head to the bathroom quickly before he does. I lock the door to make sure he won't interrupt me as I take my time brushing my hair. I look at my hair in the reflection of the mirror and I get slightly scared if he would actually dare to touch it. My mind wonders if he would cut it, or shave parts off and I have an awful image of myself in my mind with a baldhead. I shake off the thought and reach for my toothbrush. It's missing. I take a quick look in the cupboard under the sink, and another look in the shower until finally I catch a glimpse of blue in the toilet bowl.
Oh, no he fucking did not!
Oh, yes he did Rosalie! Haha, if you didn't understand that last bit. Jacob put Rosalie's toothbrush in the toilet :P Just another little practical joke.
So, if I were you I would be thinking along these lines: What will happen between Paul and Rosalie next? Will Jared tell on them? Will Jacob ever find out? Does Rosalie actually like Paul? Or is she still too hung up on her ex, Emmett? Is Jacob a girl-basher? Will something happen to Rosalie's hair?
And what the fuck is Jacob going to do with her door?
Just some questions I'm asking myself as I re-read this chapter.
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