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Chapter 7. The Even Date Part II.

Serenity. The name resonated in Bella's coffee- induced brain as she held her black cup o' Joe to her nose, deeply inhaling the clear, strong scent of coffee beans. It really did make her feel serene. The perfect name for the perfect place.

Two chairs. Check.

Two people. Check.

Two menus. Check.

Two cups of Coffee-like mugs. Check.

The cute coffee shop was pretty packed for a Thursday night, with eight older students in gray sweaters with the words Peninsula College in bold print stretching out their legs luxuriously on the two little tables joined together, their laptops open in front of them, their eyes absorbing the information on the screen as their fingers tapped loudly on the keys, almost breaking the key tiles in the process. Bella sighed as she watched them, for she originally applied to teach at the tiny Forks Extension site of Peninsula Community College, but they didn't accept her, for the English director wanted his ideal candidate to at least have a Masters, even though Bella was quick to point out that it was only a community college, and a teacher with an undergraduate degree was still qualified to teach at that particular level, but it was all naught. She was confined to the hell of teaching bothersome high school freshmen and the calm, collected, studious, and neat looking students sitting before her, eyebrows furrowed at the notes in front of them, actually giving a shit about school, were completely out of reach. Now teaching them, that was her ideal job…if only next year-

"Bella," her date interrupted her, taking a huge gulp of his milkshake, a little bit of the milk dripping off the left side of his mouth. The napkin that Bella waited for to make contact with Jacob's face never came, forcing her to finally comment before she would explode.

"Jacob…you have…" But the motion of her index finger pointing to her left side was lost upon him, for he wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion.

"Have what?"

"A little…" the second time around her motion was slower, pressing, and more intense. Seriously, how dense could he be?

"Hmmm…" his face broke into a smile, stretching the still chocolate liquid still located on the side of his mouth considerably. The napkin in front of him was deeply stained, the dark circle becoming infinitely bigger as the seconds ticked by of him not wiping his mouth.

"Chocolate," Bella interjected, her voice rising above the murmurs of the coffee house. A few guests turned to see where the loud proclamation came from but once realizing that the booming voice came from an overly decadent, skinny girl, they immediately turned away, seeing as she was completely harmless and probably only complaining to her boyfriend.

Bella immediately leaned forward, lowering her voice, for she felt the now familiar flush of embarrassment spread through her cheeks, and instinctively glanced at the forty-two people, excluding the servers, who made up the population of the room, and did not speak further until she was absolutely sure that attention was not focused on her.

Once she believed she had achieved this, she felt compelled to utter vowels and syllables, "You have chocolate milkshake right here," and she used her gloved index finger to reach over and point to the left side of Jacob's mouth, making sure not to make contact with it. No way were her pretty gloves specifically chosen to match her shoes going to even attempt to dab at the dark mark. White gloves and chocolate. No fucking way.

"Well, why don't you clean it off for me?" Jacob asked semi-seriously, as if it would be perfectly natural for her to do so. The way he raised his eyebrows at her and shrugged his shoulders, as if she was the one who was making a big deal out of nothing, and Bella now felt dumb enough to actually think it was true.

She was stuck…literally stuck, for her finger was pointing midway to his mouth- stationary, unmoving. She wasn't sure what to do, pull back or act normal like everyone else and wipe it for him? How the fuck do normal people act anyway? Where they supposed to just receive the germs coming from someone else's mouth into their finger? Telling themselves that they'll wash their hands later, therefore allowing their skin to be infested with the bacteria from someone else's mouth? For the statistic that Bella lived by, was basically her life lesson, and was that a human being's mouth was one of the most bacterially infested parts of the body. And this was rightfully so, for normal human beings could go hours without brushing their teeth every time they ate and besides that, everything they put into their mouth was just a liability for uncleanliness.

She began to hyperventilate, knowing that it probably took less than two seconds for the previous thoughts to race through her mind, but at the same time feeling as if her finger stood inches from Jacob's face for about two hours, therefore making her look utterly ridiculous, and she wouldn't have been surprised if somebody mistook her for a mime mimicking a statue.

She was still contemplating what to do when Jacob's neutral expression suddenly turned into a sly smile. Bella understood immediately.

"You're joking, right?" She scoffed, setting her forefinger down on her lap, "trying to get a rise out of me?"

Jacob shrugged. "Just wanted to know if you'd actually do it."

Bella's body tensed. "Why? Think I can't?" How much did he really know about her? Had Billy let a comment slip?

"No," Now Jacob really was confused, "I was just hoping you would, that's all."

She felt, rather than heard, her subconsciously held sigh escape her lips, noting how the deep fall of her chest seemed to cave within her, and finally letting out the biggest worry she had that night- that he knew of her craziness.

She reveled in the fact that he had no idea. He was just trying to flirt with her. A half-developed wish crossed her mind of her and Jacob becoming official and her finally sleeping with him after months of her having him beg for it, but she quickly forced that idea deep within the recesses of her mind, only allowing herself to think of these wicked thoughts later when she was home alone with Turbo. Thoughts of their naked bodies lavished in soap and him pounding her roughly while his grunts close to her ear and her pants and moans escalating louder and louder as her lower core vibrated beneath the weight of his muscular chest, their wet bodies fusing amidst Bella's sighs as she grabbed Jacob's luscious hair, pulling it as she rode her final wave of pleasure...

"Bella. Bella!" Jacob was holding two fingers up at her, snapping them.

"Sorry…" she mumbled, unable to meet his questioning gaze.

"What the hell where you thinking of?"He rested his hand on his chin, as if the question greatly intrigued him.

"Nothing," she shook her head, as if mentally brushing off her previous thoughts. Being brought to reality by Jacob only made the not-so-decent thoughts she had about him that much more embarrassing.

Jacob then glanced at Bella's hot, black cup of coffee. "You've never tried it with sugar?"

"What?" A look of comprehension then became evident on Bella's puzzled face as Jacob inclined his head to the cup of coffee she was grasping tightly between her white covered fingers, "Oh. No, not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't like sugar with any coffee. It made me wanna puke when I was younger."

Jacob furrowed his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. Why? Is that so hard to believe?"

"Well, yeah. I mean…" he leaned over the tiny table, glancing down at his rather tempting sugary tasting hot chocolate, "I don't get how some people like something so…plain and tasteless."

"Hey, it's not plain and tasteless. It's just…an acquired taste."

Jacob laughed. "That's for damn sure."

"Why you so hung up with it anyway?" Bella teased, bringing her cup up to her moist lips and taking a tiny sip.

"I'm not hung up with it…just interested. In fact," he whispered, leaning closer to Bella. He was so close, that Bella could see a tiny beauty mark on his upper right cheek. She quickly scanned his face, trying to find more beauty marks to count, hoping they could add up to four, six, or any perfect number that can easily be divisible. "That's what a date is all about. Finding out exactly why your date does the things she does."

"I thought a date was about getting to know the other person."

"Same thing," he replied, smiling.

She blushed, thinking how she should just paint herself red; it'll save her skin the trouble of changing hues every few minutes.

"So, I already found out something about you," he ventured to point out.

"What?"

"You like to play it safe."

Play what safe?"

"Just in general."

"How'd you come up with that?" Bella questioned, her hands suddenly tensing. She just thanked God that her cup was down on the table rather than her holding it, for she knew her gloves didn't have the proper grip needed for her to maintain her cup in her hands, for she was pretty sure she would've dropped it by now just by thinking that Jacob might be on to her.

She didn't know why she tortured herself like this. He doesn't know shit. She's fine. He's just joking. That's how he is, as she just figured out about two hours ago. He's…everything she isn't. And as she gazed into his dark eyes, taking in his easy smile and the slight pursing of his lips as he quickly contemplated her question, she could really see herself liking him, seriously liking him, and it excited and scared her at the same time.

"I didn't come up with it," Jacob responded, "What you drink told me."

"What?"

"Yeah. This is the second time you've had black coffee, and you say you like it better than anything with sugar. I don't know, it's something that my mom used to say to me. The best way you can see how people are is by the food they eat. I never believed it to be true until now."

As Bella opened her mouth to protest he quickly cut her off, "I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. It's not. You seem to be set in your ways about a lot of things. The way you dress, you have to look perfect all the time, the weird thing you do with the front door, your gloves, how you think of me as kinda a slob. Which I guess I am compared to you, but for some reason it really seems to bug you, and I respect that. You're set in your ways and I take it you don't like to try new things, or you're scared to…which is kinda like plain black coffee, no spice, no flavor. There's nothing special to it. It's predictable and safe."

Bella bit her lip, taken aback at his accurate depiction of her. "Then why do you want to hang around someone who likes black coffee then?'

Jacob smiled. "Because I'm dying to see if I could add just a little drop of sugar to it."

It seemed as if minutes passed where Jacob and Bella just gazed at each other, one completely satisfied at the turn of conversation while the other was bewildered and a bit offended, until their waitress interrupted them.

"Are you guys ready to order?"

Neither of them had ever tried anything from Serenity's tiny dinner menu, for both of them only stopped at the coffee shop previously for the coffee. But they both agreed to try it out tonight, since neither of them knew of any other place in Forks.

"I am," Jacob exclaimed, quickly opening the small menu that was lying on his left arm, scanning through it in a matter of seconds, and placed it in the waitress's hands, "Eggs over easy."

"Okay sir," the waitress chirped, turning her attention to Jacob's disgusted date, "And you?"

"Uh," Bella flipped over hers, with somewhat less grace than Jacob and taking a lot more time. What the hell to have…what the hell to have…Her gloved index finger pointed to the sandwich section (which she hated. Sandwiches. Yuck) burgers…salads…soups. Hmmm. Safe enough.

"I'll have broccoli cheese soup," she said confidently, relieved that the place had something that was edible, for her number three preoccupation upon entering a new restaurant (number one being making sure everything, including the people, equaled an even number, as well as number two being making sure everything was spit spot clean) was making sure the menu contained something she liked, for she was a very picky eater. It all started when she was three years old and her mother kept feeding her bean soup through a blender, telling her it was good for her, and would help her bones grow. It all was a part of her mother's healthy eating. She also remembered a period when her mother would only feed her sweets, believing some new nutty diet of the time stating everything that was formerly considered unhealthy was ironically… healthy, which led to the brilliant conclusion that sweets, that over-indulgent concoction of unnecessary calories, was actually healthy…and good for you, which tragically resulted in Bella being nicknamed Shamu in the fifth grade. So…in short, she developed certain hesitancy to specific kinds of foods, especially anything having to do with beans. Disgusting.

"Good choice," the perky server said, scribbling in her notepad as she turned to leave.

"Wait!" Bella exclaimed, reaching her hand out as if to stop her, "I want crackers too, but on the side. On a separate plate, not on top of the soup. I also want the broccoli separated on another plate as well. Not on the same plate as the crackers, but on a third plate," her eyes widened as she immediately realized her blunder. Only three plates. Fuck. "Uh, can you add another plate underneath the plate that has the soup? Just so it won't be scorching hot?"

The young waitress stared at her as if she had grown two horns on top of her head, "Uh…okay."

She immediately began scribbling on her notepad, stopping only for a few seconds to recollect her thoughts, and then returned to her scribbling.

Bella looked at her sheepishly, suddenly feeling like a huge bitch for being so confusing and picky at the same time. But she just couldn't help it. The girl finally left, allowing Bella to focus her full attention on Jacob, who was eyeing her curiously.

"My little black coffee," he teased, shaking his head from side to side, "Why can't they all be put together?"

"I just don't like it that way."

"But why?"

"It's just…I don't like broccoli."

"Well, it is called broccoli cheese."

"Yeah, but I like everything else about it but the broccoli."

Jacob laughed. "You're funny."

Bella smiled. "Wow."

"What?"

"No one's ever said that to me."

"Well, they're ridiculous not to. You're a funny girl, Bella." He paused for a moment, as if contemplating how to ask what he wanted to say next, "Why did you make a face when I ordered my food?"

"Cause I hate eggs."

Jacob's eyes widened. "Really? Why?"

Bella sighed. "Well, they smell bad. Look gross…are soggy, and just really disgusting."

"But everyone likes eggs."

She scoffed. "Not me."

"Any kind?" Jacob was bewildered. How in the fuck could anyone not like something so nutritional, yet so tasty treat? For that's what it was to him, a tasty treat. The great thing about eggs was its versatility. For there were millions of ways to eat eggs, for all different types of people and taste buds- poached eggs, eggs Benedict, scrambled eggs, eggs over easy, hard-boiled egg, anything.

"Any kind."

"Wow." Jacob was at a loss for words.

"It's the same thing with the coffee," Bella cut in, smiling. She was slowly escalating on the soon-to-be high of having the upper hand, and she loved having the upper hand, "You don't like how I seem to enjoy plain, old, boring, predictable, black coffee and I don't like how you prefer to have soggy, greasy, smelly, disgusting eggs over easy…or any egg for that matter."

"There's different varieties of eggs," Jacob retorted, not liking the sound of defeat, but also enjoying the adrenaline coursing through his veins at this girl beating him at his own game, turning his little observation about her into a less appealing observation about him. For the first time since her initial rejection of him, he was beginning to feel a tad insecure. Did she really find him that disgusting and smelly? He made sure to spray an extra dose of deodorant, and spent fifteen minutes in the shower just so he could smell fresh. His odor and manly smell never seemed to bother any of his previous girlfriends and dates…among other things. But then again, Bella Swan wasn't any ordinary girl, and this thought in itself was reason enough for the familiar bump in the crotch of his pants to make its appearance yet again.

"Does this have anything to do with Leah?" He just had to know.

"No, it doesn't. Although that was extremely stupid on your part."

"Yeah, yeah. I know."

Bella sighed. "I just really don't like eggs. It has nothing to do with you, like me liking black coffee with no sugar at all has nothing to do with me."

Jacob smiled. "Whatever you say."

Once the formerly bubbly waitress brought their food and left, after much fussing over Bella's tray and repeatedly asking her if she missed anything, her words barely intelligible even after Bella reassured her that she got her order right, Bella decided not to concentrate on Jacob digesting that nasty piece of egg and focused her sole attention on her beautiful broccoli cheese soup. Minus the broccoli.

She inhaled the rich aroma of the melted cheese, and with that thought in mind, she automatically opened up her purse and took out a set of plastic silverware she always kept stashed in her purse. She always liked to keep two sets, obviously not happy only having one. For she never trusted restaurants with their "cleaning" of silverware. She remembered an incident when she was four years old and her mother took her to Pizza Hut. The details escaped her but she remembered sitting in that big booth and staring at faded silverware that still contained a bit of dried up sauce on its tips. It nearly made Bella hyperventilate and Renee had to quickly get her out of the restaurant lest she started screaming bloody murder. It was horrifying. Of course, that was when Renee got the message that something was seriously wrong with her daughter, which led to Bella's lifelong love/hate relationship with psychiatric therapy.

Sighing as she drove her previously wrapped, clean, plastic spoon into the creamy, melted cheese soup, finally tasting the richness of the cheddar, did she finally realize Jacob looking at her, covering his mouth.

"What?" she asked, once swallowing her soup.

"You brought your own silverware?" Bella noted the rise and fall of his chest, as if he was trying hard to hold back his laughter…which he was.

"Yeah, I don't trust restaurants." She wasn't even trying to hide her craziness anymore. There was no way she could even feign indifference to using utensils that have been in everyone and their mother's mouths. No fucking way.

Jacob failed to utter a single word after that remark. He barely took a bite out of his own plate, for his eyes and mind were completely preoccupied with Bella's choice of eating utensils as well as her light eating habits. She still ate like a fucking bird, but she had never looked sexier. He had never been so intrigued by another human being in his life. He knew she was different the moment he saw her get out of her Hyundai, berating herself and cursing him, her clean cut, pristine little outfit contrasting greatly to her eccentric personality. He never knew himself to be so drawn to a girl like her. He was used to dating older, curvaceous, bitchy, confident, bombshell- type women…like Leah Clearwater. But Leah's confidence was just an act. Girls like Leah were all the same. They acted tough but weren't really. Leah depended too much on Jacob, and it drove him up a wall. He knew that after tonight's incident, Leah would go crying to her father or brother, and Jacob wouldn't hear the end of it and feel guilty. He had half a mind to go afterwards to apologize to her, but he then regained his common sense. She would rip out his balls if he thought of showing his face at her doorstep, but then, why would he? When he was near someone like Bella?

The thing with Bella was that she never tried to be sexy. She just was to him. She was the first girl that genuinely looked pretty on their first date. No overtly sexual dress, no showing of the cleavage, just really pretty. A natural girl. A natural girl who was set in her ways and didn't change them to please Jacob. She was awesome. It was the only word he could think of the moment to describe his opinion of her, no matter how juvenile it was.

He watched as she bunched up the crackers that were still in their case, crunching them down until they were only a pile of dust in the bag, and open it right in front of the melting soup, pouring its powdery contents into the bowl.

"Why do you crunch them up like that?" he asked in awe.

"Because then I wouldn't have to coun- they'd be so mixed in with the soup that it would seem like a part of it," she continued as he gazed at her in confusion, "I'd rather do it myself. No one gets it right but me."

As they both continued to eat, Bella lightly sipping her soup and Jacob wolfing down on his eggs, much to Bella's dismay and mortification, Jacob began asking her the usual date questions- what did she like to do in her spare time, how did she get into teaching, etc. Bella found it rather easy to get into conversation with him. They were different, that was for sure- complete opposites, but Jacob Black was a very laid-back guy, and for the first time in awhile, Bella found herself easily opening up to him. It started to seem less like a first date, with all its nerves and constant worries of making a good impression, and began to evolve into a conversation between two friends. Bella found herself thinking that she had just stumbled upon her first real friend in Forks, and it was funny and rather ironic that it happened to be her first date in the town as well.

"You still can't look at me, can you?" Jacob asked as Bella began counting again the various heads of the guests in the restaurant.

"No, not really." There was no point in lying. He knew what her stance was on his choice of food.

"Don't worry, I'm almost done," he stated in between mouthfuls.

Bella couldn't help but look at him from the corner of her eye. She could see him devouring his plate, wiping it clean with his fork, picking up the scraps with it. He ate like a dog.

"There, all gone," he grinned wickedly, obviously enjoying Bella's discomfort. The whole thing was funny to him. She was so adamantly mad about his eating eggs over easy that she wouldn't even look at him. It was so hot.

"Good," he said, relieved that she could finally turn her attention to him.

After excusing herself to the restroom during the end of the evening to wash her hands, all of which Jacob volunteered to do the same afterwards; she came back to the table to find her date signing his name on the restaurant's copy of the receipt. He had paid. Bella hoped he would, only because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, but she honestly didn't think he was the type that would. But he surprised her all right, and for once, it was a good surprise.

"Ready to go?" he asked, leaving his tip in cash on the table.

"Can you please wash your hands?" She felt slightly ashamed of herself for asking, but she couldn't help herself.

"What if I don't?" he asked teasingly.

"Then…no second date." Bella's eyes widened. She normally would crawl into a hole and die for saying that to a guy, especially on a date. But with Jacob it was like she was talking to an old chum. Somehow, in the back of her mind, she knew he wouldn't take offense to it. He didn't seem to take offense to anything.

"You're a tough girl, Bella." He laughed, and headed off to the men's room.

She was right; he didn't get pissed about it.


"How serious was it between you and Leah?" Bella blurted out right after she attempted to count everything in his car Jacob easily turned on the ignition in his rabbit, with Bella still being amazed at his lack of preparation in doing so. If only it were so easy with her.

"I don't really like talking about my previous girlfriends on a first date," Jacob responded. His voice was devoid of his usual playfulness, and Bella shrunk in her seat, wanting to hide her head in her lap for asking such a stupid question.

"I don't know. I just thought I should ask since she did threaten me at the restaurant."

"She didn't threaten you."

"Uh, yeah she did," Bella retorted, her posture returning to its normal, straight as an arrow stance, "She basically told me to find someone else to date that isn't Native American and never to show my face in the rez again."

"Well, not in those words exactly-"

"But it was the same sentiment," Bella interrupted, and sighed.

Jacob sighed as well. "I've known her since I was a kid, Bella. She was the hot, older sister of a friend of mine. I mean, all of us guys always had kind of a crush on her. I never thought I would end up dating her. But she was just too much."

Bella's heart began beating rapidly within her chest. "In what way?"

"I don't know. She just got too possessive. Never let me do what I wanted to do. Was always around. Stuff like that."

"Oh."

After twelve seconds of an awkward silence Jacob broke the ice. "How old are you?"

Bella's eyes widened. It was a weird fucking question. "Twenty-five."

Jacob nodded his head. "Awesome. You already fit my criteria. An older woman."

Bella immediately whipped her head to her left to look at him. "How old are you?" Please let him not be eighteen. Please. It's sad that the only guy that is interested in her possibly get was a teenager. Fucking great.

"Twenty-three." Oh, relief.

"I'm only two years older than you," Bella retorted. He made it seem as if she was a cougar, and she wasn't ready to consider herself that old yet. She was still fairly young.

"Yeah, I know. But you're still older, and I like that."

"Why?"

"Older women just know what they want. They're not dependent and clingy, which I hate."

"Oh, okay then." Bella was nervous. She knew herself to wear her heart on her sleeve. Her dad even warned her about getting into a relationship, worried that if any problems might arise, she could seriously enter into one of her dark depressions. But this time it would be different. She was happy, carefree and would stay that way. She just had to keep telling herself that she didn't want a serious relationship. This was all fun and games.

Before she knew it, he was edging slowly up her driveway, making sure that Charlie wasn't around. He wasn't. He was probably still at work. Bella felt it was just good luck that Charlie chose that night to stay out working. Great. Things were definitely ending on a high. For she knew that once he heard Jacob's jalopy pull up to the driveway she wouldn't hear the end of it. She didn't think she could sit through another one of her Dad's disappointing talks of her previous bouts of depression due to some guy. It was too embarrassing, and she seriously didn't even want to think about it.

"Well, this is it," Jacob stated, putting the car on park and shutting off the engine, "Since your Dad's not here, I can walk you to your door."

Bella smiled, opening the handle to get out of the car. But Jacob was too quick for her, for he was immediately by her side, opening the door for her.

"Thanks," she said, getting out of the car and walking up the twelve steps to the front door.

"I don't think I have to tell you that I want to see you again," Jacob whispered, standing so close to her now that she could smell the breath mints he recently popped into his mouth.

Was he going to kiss her? Bella hadn't kissed a guy in a long time. She remembered her first kiss to be the most horrible, embarrassing experience she'd ever gone through. She remembered him telling her that she opened her mouth to wide, that she was sucking the life out of him, and he basically had to teach her how to kiss. She liked Jacob too much for her to mess up somehow. She wished it and dreaded it at the same time.

"I wouldn't mind that," she replied, not wanting him to know how much she wanted to see him as well. Act as if it's not that important, act cool.

He leaned in closer to her, taking in her lavender scent. It was as if she just showered, she smelled so good. He was a head taller than her, so he bent his head low, and placed a light kiss on her forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment until he bent his head lower, to the side, and kissed her left cheek, and then moved to her right.

They were very innocent kisses, but Bella still felt a tingling sensation in her nether regions. She knew she had to take another shower once entering the house. Her panties were wet again. It didn't matter what he did or how he did it, he was sensual. The man just screamed sex, and right now, Bella wished she was a loose girl who was emotionally disconnected so she could have earth shattering sex with him, let him fuck her brains out. She felt like a teenage boy. Her hormones and sexual wants were so high lately that she feared that one day, she would just rip off Jacob's clothes and do dirty things to him. She was going to masturbate the minute she finishes showering.

"You're so pretty," Jacob whispered in her ear, placing a light kiss on her outer earlobe as well, "I'll call you."

"Okay," she stammered, feeling as if her knees were going to give out.

He immediately left her side, making Bella feel shaky. His body's sudden departure from close contact with hers was too soon, too abrupt. She wanted him to come back, but glad that he didn't. For she knew once he did she would lead him into her bedroom.

He smiled at her as he got into the car, and drove off.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. She couldn't wait to get inside the house. She would probably masturbate in the shower, even. She was so turned on. She decided she would masturbate twice. One in the shower and one with Turbo. The date ended on a high note, even though she met up with his bitch of an ex-girlfriend. It ended on a high note indeed.

Unlock the door.

Lock the door.

Unlock the door.

Lock the door.

Unlock the door.

The date ended very well, very well indeed.