Mad
"I HATE YOU!" I hollered to that sick, arrogant bastard of a wolf. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!"
"Bella, calm down." He soothed, attempting to placate me.
"CALM DOWN? YOU DROP THIS BOMSHELL, AND TELL ME TO CALM DOWN? GO TO HELL! YOU JACKASS!"
I stomped away, glad that, for once, gravity agreed with me.
How could he say something like that, and then just brush it off as nothing?
"Bella, hang on. I mean, we can talk about it, yeah?"
"What do you want to talk about? You've obviously thought it through!"
"I have! And you haven't heard it all!"
"Well then, Mr Jacob Ephraim Black, enlighten me! Tell me why you're quitting school? Explain to me the logic of this brilliant move on your part!" My voice was dripping with sarcasm. "I mean, how are we going to support ourselves in the future if all you're qualified to do is work as a checkout chic?"
"We have a future?" He asked brightly, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.
"Don't change the subject!"
He sighed, and tried to hug me, but I pulled away. He grabbed my hand then, and didn't let me let go.
"Yes, I'm not going to normal school," he said normally, as if remarking the fact that it wasn't – currently raining. "But – and this is the important part," he tapped my nose, "I'm going to be doing school online. It was hard enough looking after Dad and doing school. With Dad, and Vampires and Patrols and a girlfriend, I'll pass this way, probably even earlier then if I was doing normal school."
I huffed. I hated it when he proved me wrong.
He let go of my hand, so I could properly pout, crossing my arms and my face in a frown.
He chuckled.
"WHAT"S SO FUNNY?"
"You are," he breathed, pulling close to me. I looked up, my pout and frown gone, forgotten as I stared into his eyes, as they darkened with an emotion I could now identify as need. "You don't realise, how adorable you are when you're mad."
And with that, he leant down to capture my lips to his, soft and slow, the kiss of lovers with all the time in the world.
But, slowly, the kiss grew in its intensity. My arms went around his neck, and his went around waist.
I tugged on his bottom lip, and he growled, almost imperceptibly at the back of his throat.
I pulled away, quickly, blushing.
He looked like a kicked puppy (No pun intended).
"What?" I asked, fiddling with my shirt.
"Why did you stop? Too fast?"
I laughed and shook my head. "No."
"Too much?"
"Nope."
"Bella, what? What did I do?"
I grinned cheekily and walked away, calling over my shoulder: "I'm still mad at you!"
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It was the fastest I had ever had to run in my life, after that comment.
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It the closest we had actually came to sex after he caught me.