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A/N: Okay, here we go, peeps.
Will Edward get the Brown Eyed Girl to shut up and listen?
Let's find out.
See you down below.
Did I have a nice time?
Was he out of his mind? He stands me up and then has the nerve to taunt me about it?
To mock me?
To add insult to injury?
To rub salt in my wounds?
He was such a fucking prick.
I couldn't believe I'd been so wrong about him. I was usually such a good judge of character and I really thought he was better than that. I had no idea he could be so vindictive.
His bitch of a girlfriend probably talked him into doing that shit to me. How did I let him talk me into believing she was his sister?
I was such a goddamned moron.
After my little encounter with Prickward, as I was now calling him, I couldn't wait to get the hell out of the complex. The last thing I wanted was to run into him again because I was positive I wouldn't be able to control myself if I did. I'd taken a short shower and then met Scott at the car. He knew something was wrong but he also knew better than to ask what it was. He'd gotten to know me fairly well in the short time we'd been partnered together, so he understood if I'd wanted to tell him, he would've known already.
I'd fought against sniffling like a little girl the whole car ride home and I hated the treacherous tears that leaked down my face when I'd finally gotten there. I'd refused to let them fall in front of Scott, but when I'd stepped inside the house it only took one glance from my mom for her to know something was wrong. Of course, she'd wanted to hug and kiss and love me like she always does when I was physically and emotionally hurt, but I still needed to go through my routine or I would've lost my mind.
Her soft voice pleading for me to tell her what was wrong had broken the dam.
I fucking hated crying.
It made me look so… weak.
And I was NOT weak. Well… not until Prickward came along anyway.
Despite my tears, I put my phone away, separated my clothes, started the wash, hung my bags out to air and took my shower. The whole time I was in there I couldn't tell the difference between the water coming from the shower head and my eyes. I kept thinking back to the previous night and how every time I'd wanted to leave, Renee would encourage me to stay just a little while longer.
"Maybe he's stuck in traffic," she'd said.
"Maybe he lost his phone."
"Maybe he's just looking for a place to park. It's gotten really busy."
When we'd been there for almost an hour and a half, I couldn't take it anymore. I'd stormed out of the Café in true Bella fashion, and had stubbornly waited by the car until Renee had come out to drive us home.
I sniffled just a tiny bit when I thought back to despite how angry I'd been, I had still scanned the parking lot for some sign he was there. I looked for anything that resembled the chaotic mess that was his hair. Of course, there hadn't been any beautiful bronze hair. There was no young tennis god, no perfect, brilliant, shinning white teeth and I was disappointed and hurt all over again.
When I'd stepped out of the shower and taken a look in the mirror, I mentally chided myself for letting a boy affect me this way. My eyes were all puffed up and my entire face had hectic splotches of red all over. I washed it with cold water until my skin was once again back to its luminescent tone. I could barely choke down the sandwich Mom had made for me before breaking down all over again, telling her what happened.
For only the second time in my life, I saw Renee pissed off.
There was a glint in her eye that she'd gotten the last time I'd been hurt or… almost hurt I should say. She'd blown up then and she was blowing up now. I'd had no idea my mother was capable of erupting like a volcano, but boy, did she explode.
And now, once again, the fire was back in her eyes and she was on a tirade. Renee went on and on about how Edward probably had a little dick and that was his way of making himself feel better. Of course that elicited a laugh from me and we both went on taunting Edward and his mini peen for the rest of the night. Scott stayed away from us after he'd walked in on the words Viagra, flaccid, and Lorena Bobbitt.
After I'd hugged and kissed Renee, thanking her for making me feel better and putting a smile on my face, I headed to my room for another round of studying. I'd aced all of my other tests and I wanted a perfect score on this one as well. Advanced Algebra sucked but I was going to try my best. After a few minutes of studying, I was craving a milkshake so I got up and headed to the kitchen.
"… Liar?" Mom hissed into the phone as I walked past the living room.
I sighed and kept going to the kitchen. She was probably fighting with my dad. Maybe he wouldn't be able to make it for the tournament after all. The thought saddened me because I really hoped he could be there to watch me if I made a good showing, providing I didn't meet Serena Williams or Kim Clijsters in the first round. We'd known this was a possibility when he'd taken time off for the French open last year but still, I wished Dad could be there.
Once I'd cleaned up the blender and put everything back in the exact same spot I'd taken them from, I returned to my room with my protein laced shake. Mom was still hissing at my dad on the phone so I didn't bother saying goodnight.
I studied for about an hour before the day started weighing down on me. I was lying in bed and just about to fall into that beautiful, peaceful, delicious, deep sleep when my Blackberry vibrated. I groggily reached out for it, agitated when it when it was not in the same spot I'd put it in. I realized it was because the vibrations had caused it to move. I made a note to switch it to the ringer before picking the call up.
"Yes?" I knew I probably sounded annoyed but it was almost ten at night. Who the hell would be calling me at that time?
There was nothing but silence on the other end.
"Hello?" I said sharply. If this was a prank call I was going to be pissed. Hell, I was already pissed.
I heard a shuffle then the line went dead. I looked at the phone and cursed. The number was private so I wouldn't be able to call the asshole back that'd woken me up and give them a stern talking to. Okay, maybe more like a cussing out, but that's beside the point.
With a grunt, I switched the phone off completely then turned over and fell asleep.
"Mom, are you ready?"
"I don't think I'm going today, B. I'm not feeling so well."
"What's wrong? Do you want me to stay with you?"
"No, baby, go ahead. Practice is important."
"Screw practice, Mom. If you're not feeling well, I'm staying with you." Did she really think I'd leave her all alone to fend for herself? She wouldn't have done that to me.
"It's okay, baby. Just a headache. I'll be fine. If I need you I'll call you. Scott's waiting outside."
I kissed my mom on the cheek, something I rarely did. I mentally scolded myself for not giving her more affection and resolved to hug her at least once a day.
We got to the complex and as usual, I went to set up the court while Scott tried to find a parking spot. I took what had now become the dreaded turn. This half of the complex would always be associated with Cullen. First, there was the humiliation on the first day with his girlfriend, and then his taunting yesterday.
I should've decked him.
Why didn't I think to punch him?
Because you like him.
Well, you're a fucking idiot, Swan.
I chuckled then sighed. I was now having conversations with myself. Cullen was driving me bonkers.
I gripped my bags, ready to drop them the moment I was inside. I walked onto court four and could have killed someone.
It was being used.
I needed to be on court four today.
Didn't they understand?
The first day I'd practiced on six, the next on five and today I needed to be on four. What fucking moron let someone onto court four before I could get there? It was all Scott's fault for taking a 'short cut' that increased our travel time by twenty minutes, and I fully intended to tell him so.
I asked the players how long they'd be and the session had just started. It felt like my chest was going to crack in two and more fucking tears were threatening to spill from my eyes.
I HAD to be on court four!
Since they were looking at me like I was crazy, I stomped back out onto the strip.
What the hell was I supposed to do? I needed to keep on track. Six, five, four, three, two then one.
What was I supposed to do?
I took a deep breath since it felt like my lungs were going to explode. I was dangerously close to panicking and I needed to calm the fuck down. Scott would rat me out to Sven if he came and found me falling to pieces so I needed to sort my shit out. Not having a clue how to proceed, I looked up and down the strip.
I needed to keep my order.
I just had to.
There was no way I could skip four and practice on three.
That would be insanity!
The only way to keep the order would be to start over.
Shit.
I'd have to go back to court six. If that one was occupied as well, I'd just go the fuck home.
I took another deep breath and walked to court six. Praying like hell it would be empty; I entered the gate and sighed with relief when I saw no one there. I walked to the Ad side of the court and started unloading my things. Lining up my bottles of water and energy drinks, I started mentally preparing for my session. Sven would be arriving the next day and I needed to make sure there were no flaws in my game. I knew that to be impossible but I'd still try.
I shivered slightly, even though it was already ninety degrees out.
"Ahem."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
Every day we'd been there so far, Scott had taken forever to find a spot but of course, since I wasn't ready, he miraculously found one quickly.
"I'm not ready yet, Scott. It hasn't even been ten minutes. Give me a fucking break." He'd have to wait, damn it. But since he'd been so nice to me the past few days I quickened my pace.
"Uh, it's not Scott."
The sound of that rich, velvety voice had my head jerking around. It was like a reflex.
Every time I heard it I just had to look.
My traitor heart was happy to see him and that pissed me off. He should not have had an effect on me, not after the stunt he pulled. Was he really standing there, looking all nervous and flustered?
You should be nervous, you bastard, I thought harshly.
Of course, I couldn't keep the resentment that was bubbling up inside me from spilling over. I let everything out, having no mercy on him at all. Even when something I'd said made him flinch, I still kept going. Yes, it hurt me when I seemed to hurt him but I couldn't stop the venom spewing from my mouth.
It was a vicious cycle.
"Can you please just take a chance on me again? Like you did at the open?"
What
The
Fuck
Edward knew?
He knew it was me?
He recognized me from the Open?
And he'd still stood me up?
He had to pay.
For once, I forgot my obsession with have having my drinks lined up two inches apart and launched myself at Edward. He caught and steadied me but I was going to attempt to beat the crap out of him anyway. My fury peaked to a new level and I started verbally attacking his girlfriend. He stood there and took it for the most part. And as much as it pained me, I had to respect him just a tiny bit for taking everything that I was dishing out like a man.
What I did not expect was to suddenly be airborne.
Edward, out of nowhere, hefted me up and I demanded he put me down at once, even as my arms and legs moved of their own volition. I found myself backed up against the umpire's chair, completely breathless.
And turned on.
My breathing quickened and my lady regions were reacting in a way that I wasn't prepared for.
What the hell was this boy doing to me?
I started yelling for him to put me the fuck down but was silenced mid sentence. I inhaled a sharp, shaky breath when Edward lowered his forehead to mine. He closed his eyes and I stared at his pretty eyelashes.
They were so long.
Longer than mine.
Should I have been jealous?
There was no time for petty thoughts though because this position, the way he held me, his forehead touching mine was far too intimate, but I couldn't find the will to break away.
"Please," Edward whispered. "Please, listen to me."
I hated, HATED the way his smooth voice just made me melt.
Who am I kidding?
I fucking loved it.
"Okay," I whispered back because as much as I was trying to fight against it, I wouldn't deny him anything when he whispered like that to me.
"I didn't stand you up."
"You never came," I sighed into his face.
Did he just inhale my breath?
"I did, but you were already gone."
"Why didn't you text me and tell me you were going to be late? Why didn't you call me? I waited for over an hour."
"Because I wasn't going to go at all," he whispered even lower.
"So you were going to stand me up?" I raised my voice.
"I'm so sorry, but you said you had plans. I thought you were turning me down. I wasn't going to go because I thought you wouldn't be there."
I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. "When did I say I had plans? I never said I had plans," I scoffed.
"Bella." Fuck, say it again, Edward. "You sent me a text. Here, let me show you."
He tried to put me down but I clung to him like a complete slut.
What the hell had gotten into me?
I'll tell you what…
There was no better feeling in this world than being wrapped around one Edward Anthony Cullen. While I was still spitting mad inside, and wanted to keep giving him a piece of my crazy mind, I'd be damned if I wasn't going to enjoy Edward's hard on pressed between my thighs.
That's right people; we had 'lift off.'
The rocket had launched.
I closed my eyes and sighed at my corny thoughts.
I was having mixed feelings at that moment.
Edward was basically calling me a liar.
But I was doing the same to him.
I was entitled, given the fact the he was the one who didn't show up.
Edward shifted his body since it was apparent that I wasn't going to let go, and pressed himself closer to me. My boobs were pressed against his chest and I could've sworn I heard him growl.
And how fucking hot was that?
He took his right hand from my waist and started fishing around in his pocket for something, while his left hand migrated to the small of my back.
I started slipping down the still cool metal of the ump's chair and Edward abandoned his search to heft me back up. Or maybe he was trying to put me down but I still wouldn't let him go. He brought his hands under me and gripped the underside of both my thighs. He shifted me upwards and I swear to all that is holy, I nearly convulsed.
"Shit," he hissed.
Edward inadvertently rubbed his hard on against a spot that I had no clue existed down there.
I mean, I knew it was there, I'd read about it but oh my gosh, I had no idea it would be like that.
I whimpered.
I fucking whimpered because it felt so good.
I was disgusted with myself because he was turning me on and he had no right to be.
But I still couldn't let go and I tried to strengthen the hold my legs had on him.
Edward's body had frozen when the noise had escaped me. Or maybe he'd frozen because he'd felt something, too.
Of course, he would know what it felt like.
Wait, did he do that on purpose?
"Uh," he started, his voice sounding gruff. "Are you… um, you okay?"
His voice… that fucking voice was giving me tingles where he'd just hit and I couldn't take it anymore.
It was too much.
"Put me down," I finally whispered.
He backed up an inch and gently set me down on my feet.
No! Pick me back up, I screamed internally.
I wanted to be in his arms again and I hated him for it. I hated him for making me want him and I hated myself because I was positive if he asked, I'd give him another chance to stand me up.
Edward hadn't taken his eyes off my face and I lifted my head up to better look at him. All I wanted to do was jump back into his arms and the thought made me want to smack him.
"Here," he said as he thrust his phone at me. "See? You said you had plans."
I took the phone from him, immediately noticing he had a Blackberry Curve.
I glanced at the screen and I cocked my eyebrow at him.
Renee always called the look I was currently giving my bitch face.
"I didn't send this."
"It's from your number, Bella," he tried to reason with me.
"I said I didn't send it. I sent–" I broke off abruptly. "No…"
My mind was racing as I looked at the text on Edward's phone again because it was indeed sent from my number. I tried to think back to what I had texted him after he'd asked me to the Café. I couldn't remember so I dug out my Storm.
I scrolled quickly, searching for Edward's messages. I found the one he'd sent asking me to the Café and checked the time. I checked Edward's curve and he'd received the rejection one minute later.
"I didn't send this…" I whispered again.
Nice phone, a husky voice suddenly echoed in my head.
"Son of a…"
I held Edward's Curve out to him and he took it with a confused look on his face.
"Please, don't jump on me again. I won't let you go this time if you do."
My cheeks flamed red, partly from embarrassment, partly from excitement and partly from anger.
"Jacob," I said, pronouncing it like it was the dirtiest word in the English dictionary.
"What?" It was Edward's turn to get angry. He'd nearly roared that syllable out. He turned around, both of his fists bunched as if he were ready to deck someone. "What about Jacob?" He spoke through clenched teeth after turning back to me.
"Do you know him?" I asked.
"Yeah, I know the mutt." For some reason, I found this hysterical and burst out laughing.
Edward's face lit up momentarily before darkening once more.
"What about Jacob, Bella?"
I shook my head, the anger once again taking over and scrolled through the sent messages on my Storm.
"That motherfucker!" I screeched when I saw the same text Edward had on his phone.
"Bella?"
"He had my phone! That little fucker scared the crap out of me after practice. It was right after you asked… Oh, my God…"
I'd never texted Edward back.
I'd never said yes.
Holy shit…
This was all my fault.
"I… fuck. Okay, this is the third time I've had to say this since we've met and it just has to stop! I'm…" Just spit it out, Swan. "I'm sorry."
"For?" Edward asked as he cocked his eyebrow.
Holy shit!
Edward Cullen has a bitch face!
And it was hot…
"Uh…" He was going to make me explain this shit? "Um, I never texted you back to confirm. That sonofabitch distracted me… I thought I'd said yes but I didn't. It was my fault. Gosh, I am going to shove my foot… SO far up his ass."
"Wait, who…? Jacob?" And Edward's eyebrows met, he was scowling so deeply. "So, this whole time you've been pissed at me… because of Jacob? How did he even get your phone?"
I told him about Jacob scaring me and picking up my phone when I dropped it. There was no other explanation.
"I'm so sorry. You can cuss me out, you know?"
"Why would I do that?"
"For calling you all those names." I looked down at my feet.
"You didn't call me any names," he said as he furrowed his brow.
"Yeah, I did. Lots of bad ones, too."
"Really?" Edward seemed to be enjoying this. "Like what?"
"No way! I'm not telling you," I exclaimed, blushing furiously.
"You are so cute."
My head snapped up. "I'm not cute!"
"Okay." Edward lifted his hands up in surrender. "You're fucking beautiful." He then smiled this crooked smile at me that just about melted my sweat suit off.
Holy shit! Have I really lost my mind or did Edward Cullen just call me… beautiful?
I went back to staring at the ground.
"How about we start over?" he asked, completely oblivious to how hot me was making me.
"Okay?"
"Hi." He held out his hand. "I'm Edward Cullen."
"What are you doing?" I asked, suddenly confused.
"Starting over. And you would be?"
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Bella Swan." I took his outstretched hand.
"It's a real pleasure to meet you, Bella."
Ugh, he was so fucking hot.
So there I was standing, holding hands with Edward Cullen. I didn't know what to say and apparently, neither did he, even though it was his idea to start over. I didn't understand why I was so shy all of a sudden. I couldn't even look him in the eye, even though he'd been standing between my legs not five minutes before. Of course, the thought caused me to blush.
"What are you thinking about?" That playful gleam in his beautiful green eyes mesmerized me.
No way in hell was I telling him how wrong Mom and I had been, because Edward Cullen definitely did NOT have a mini peen.
And he definitely did NOT need Viagra or Popsicle sticks to get it up.
This thought caused me to blush even deeper and Edward stepped closer to me, now demanding to know what I was thinking that was making me blush.
I took a step back wishing for the first time for Scott to interrupt. Of course, that didn't happen and I had no idea what to do.
"Am I making you nervous?"
"Yes, I mean, no!"
You're such a moron, Swan. Now he knows he makes you nervous and he'll use it. You've shown him your weakness.
"I don't mean to." For some reason, I believed him.
This whole mess had been caused by my own stupidity and I had no reason to doubt him. He'd taken so much abuse from me and he'd still come after me, trying to make it right.
Why?
"Why're you still here?" I asked him. Edward looked like I'd punched him in the gut.
"You want me to leave?"
"No! I mean… Why, uh... I said some pretty rough things to you. Why are you still talking to me? Why aren't you mad? Are you just a glutton for punishment?"
"Uh… because I um… wanted to ask you something," he said while fidgeting with his hands. Cute nervous Edward was back and I wanted to put him in a cup and drink him.
What the fuck?
I need serious help.
"Do you like ice cream?"
"Of course," I answered. Who doesn't like ice cream?
"Uh, do you want some? I mean, do you wanna go get some?"
"You want me to go get you ice cream?" I was baffled.
"No! I mean… fuck! Why do you always do this to me?"
"What did I do?" He was so confusing.
Edward's hands shot to his hair and he started yanking at it like the first day we met. I stood there confused as all hell about why we were suddenly speaking about ice cream. He kept muttering to himself, all the while pacing and shooting nervous glances at me.
He finally squared his shoulders and walked back to me, stopping only a few inches away from my face. My breath quickened because he had this fire in his eyes that was making my lady bits warm.
"Bella," he said softly.
"Yes?" I breathed.
"Can I treat you to a sundae later?"
"Yes." The word was out of my mouth before my brain could catch up.
"Okay, in the interest of no other miscommunications, how about you tell what time you'd like to meet and where?"
"Um, we can meet at Trampoline on Chapel Street. How about six? I've got to study tonight," I said.
I was really nervous now. And all I kept thinking was please, god, don't make me regret this.
"So, wait," I said abruptly. "Um, that girl… she's really your sister?"
Edward sighed then rolled his eyes. "Yes, I can bring a copy of our birth certificates if you'd like."
"Hey, don't get snippy with me!"
"Fuck, you are really adorable."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Okay, okay. You're not. Jeez," he quickly defended himself. "So do you use Blackberry messenger?"
"All the time. It's how Scott and Sven keep tabs on me when I'm not in their field of vision." I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"You know he used to be one of my coaches?"
"Who? Sven? Really? I thought your father was your coach?"
"He is. How do you…?"
"Oh, come on! Not you, again!" Now Scott decides to show up. Always perfect with the timing.
"Scott," I said. "Be nice."
"Fine. I'll be over there." He pointed to the far side of the court.
"Good morning, Scott," Edward said pleasantly. I stifled a giggle when Scott merely grunted at him and turned away. Edward shook his head sadly then sighed.
How did I get all these temperamental men in my life? I wondered.
"Can I see your phone?" he asked.
"Why?" I asked cautiously as I clutched it to my chest. I'd learned my lesson.
"Just gonna put in my pin number, if you want."
Hell yeah!
"Yeah, that's cool." I shrugged. "Here," I said as I held my Storm out to him. "Do you know how to work it?"
"I think I can figure it out." He looked at the Storm then back up at me, a devastating, slow grin gracing his face. It was actually more of a smirk but it was still hot. I gasped just a tiny bit and was about to look away when he handed me his Curve.
"Can you put yours in?"
I nodded then entered my pin number into his phone.
"Okay. So I'll see you at six?"
"Yeah, and if you're not there, Cullen, so help me…"
"I'll be there! I promise."
"Scott Byrnes?" a voice called from the gate.
"Yeah?"
"You've got an urgent phone call on line three," the man said.
"Bella, can you finish prepping? I'll be right back."
"I got it. I hope everything is okay," I said to Edward, as Scott rushed off the court.
"Me too. So six?"
"Six," I said with excited finality.
Edward smirked and handed me my Storm. I slipped it into my pocket as he started to head off the court. Then a thought hit me. If I wasn't misinterpreting the signs, Edward Cullen had as big of a crush on me as I did on him.
What the hell, did he think he was just going to leave it like this?
I don't think so!
"Where are you going?" I asked him. He stopped and turned back to look at me.
"Uh, I'm just gonna… don't you need to practice?"
Feeling more bold than I'd ever felt in my life, I said, "Yes, but aren't you going to finish what you started?"
Holy crap, Bella! You sound like a total whore. What if he calls you on it?
"Uh…"
"You don't really think you're going to leave me hanging after that little stunt against the ump's chair, do you?"
"What are you… Oh…" he said as eyes grew visibly darker.
Oh, shit.
"What did you have in mind?"
Now or never, Swan.
I crossed my arms and gave Edward my bitch face. "Kiss me," I demanded.
You did NOT just say that, Swan!
Edward's eyes bugged out of his head and I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me whole.
What if he didn't want to?
Did I just sexually harass someone?
It didn't matter because all thoughts were wiped from my head as Edward started walking slowly towards me. He seemed to take two hours to get there when in actuality it was more like two seconds. I had no idea what to expect but my heart was thundering in my ears and my breaths were increasing tenfold.
By the time he'd wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me flush against him, I was practically panting but I couldn't find it in me to be embarrassed because he was panting, too. Edward started lowering his head to mine and I nearly cried when he stopped an inch away from my mouth.
"Um, are you… I mean, you're sure?"
Just fucking kiss me! I thought, and nodded slightly
Edward closed his eyes and seemed to be savoring the moment. I couldn't fucking take it anymore so I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.
That's right.
I kissed Edward Cullen.
I didn't have the guts to do anything else, though, so we just stood there with our lips pressed together. And oh my gosh, his lips were so soft. I just wanted to suck on them. I wanted to know what they tasted like.
And why the hell shouldn't I?
I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled my head back slightly. I could've sworn I heard Edward say 'No' but I didn't have time to think about that. I parted my lips slightly and took his bottom one in between mine.
God, this felt like heaven.
He tasted like sunshine and toothpaste and, oh, so luscious.
I think I died, just fucking died when I felt something warm and wet slide against my top lip.
It was Edward's tongue.
Holy shit!
Edward Cullen was licking my lips.
I whimpered, just like I did when he'd had me up against the ump's chair and Edward slipped his tongue into my mouth. I gasped and staggered back just a bit, my back once again hitting the now warm metal of the chair.
"I didn't mean… are you? Sorry," Edward stammered.
"Shh!" I said before yanking him back against me. I pecked his lips three times before opening my mouth.
Do it, Edward, I chanted in my head. Come on do it!
I wanted to feel his tongue again and as if he heard me, it was magically back in my mouth. I tilted my head to the side as I tentatively stroked his tongue with mine. I felt a warm hand on my cheek and I melted further into Edward, and fisted my hands in his hair.
It was his turn to gasp.
"Wow," he said shakily.
"Yeah…"
We were standing there, forehead to forehead just staring into each other's eyes. His were so green. I wanted to swim in them. Once our breathing was back to normal we pulled away from one another but I could tell neither of us really wanted to. We went over our plans again and Edward kissed my hand gently before walking off of the court. It was the sweetest thing ever.
I sighed and went back to lining up my things for practice. Once I was done I took of my jacket and was about to take off my pants when if felt something heavy in it. I stuck my hand in my pocket and pulled out my Storm. I stared at the screen for a moment then turned beet red, for I now knew why Edward had been smirking so much.
I'd programmed him in as Edward-Fuckhot-Cullen.
As I was walking off the court after practice with a distracted Scott, I ran into Jacob Black. Somehow, I didn't think it was a coincidence, just like I now didn't think that first day was an innocent encounter, either. There was obviously tension between him and Edward and I was mad as piss that he'd put me in the middle of it.
He had no right.
Jacob smiled at me, fucking smiled at me like he hadn't violated my privacy, like he hadn't almost ruined my chance to go on a date with him.
Revenge would be mine.
I smiled at him, too, pretending that there was nothing wrong, like I was happy as hell to see him. Maybe I'd flirt just a bit too.
He was going down.
"How'd practice go?"
"It went great. What's up, Jake?" I asked, trying to sound all girly.
"Nothing much, just heading to practice myself."
I dropped my bags because I'd need both hands.
"Yeah? What are you working on today?" I asked as I stepped closer to him.
"Uh… um, I'm gonna…" he stuttered.
I traced one hand up his bicep and let it rest lightly on his shoulder. "What are you working on?" I asked again. This time making my voice low and seductive.
"Um… drop shots and uh… volleys."
"I love drop shots," I purred as I snaked my other hand up to his shoulders.
"They're cool." He gulped in air. "So I was wondering if you wanted to go to Grill'd later? Maybe grab a bite."
I stepped into him and his hands wound around my waist. It killed me to have them there. I only wanted one pair of hands on my body and they weren't Jacob Black's.
"Bite this, asshole." And I brought my knee up sharply, just like Dad had taught me.
Jacob wheezed and dropped to his knees, cupping his jewels.
"What? What the fuck?"
"Don't you ever put your hands on my shit again!" I screeched at him.
"What the hell…?"
"Don't play stupid with me. Whatever your issue with Edward is, leave me the hell out of it! I know you sent that text to him from my phone and if you ever, ever come near me again…" I didn't bother finishing my threat as I started to grab my bags. I'd just sic Sven and Scott on his ass and he would be done for.
"You bitch," he barely coughed out.
I dropped my bags and took a running start ending with a swift kick to his stomach.
He yelled for me to stop and I did.
"Who's the bitch now?" I sneered at him.
I picked up my bags and walked to the locker room.
Nobody messes with Isabella Swan.
So there it is. I hope it was worth the wait. I'm not sighing this time WOOT!
Karen, you're a rockstar!
Recs: An Introduction to Swirl and Daisy, by m81170
Bella Swan: Kidnapper, by Kambria Rain
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Myr xxx
