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Here's the second part of the Mike Problem. It's short, I know, but I think it was necessary to cut the chapter in half. :D
I hope you all liked the latest chapter of A Choice. It was as intense to read as it was to write, I assure you.
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Obviously, the imbecile was thinking of the 'casual, overconfident' regime.
Moving his head sharply to the side in one of those signature moves that that fourteen year old Justin Bieber did with his fringe and stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, Mr Newton slinked forward and actually sat on my love's desk.
Abruptly, I was furious… and hell, possessive.
I could see Bella glaring at him for a moment before she looked down at her hands, trying to calm herself so she could speak to him nicely. I personally did not see the point in doing so.
"Hey Bella," Michael said and I watched with a small grin of satisfaction as Bella shuddered under his gaze.
She cleared her throat, however, and, swallowing, looked up at him. "Yeah, Mike?"
"Whassup?" He asked, popping the 'p'. I moved my fist up to my mouth. The fool was making an idiot of himself.
Bella's shoulders started to shake with her own laughter… a fact that Newton noted.
Oh fuck, he growled to himself. What does she fucking want? She's laughing at me. Great. Fuck my life.
He cleared his throat as well and said, finally getting the message that his suave act was not quite as suave as he thought it was. "Uh, Bella?"
Bella sighed and looked up at him. "What, Mike?"
He swallowed, "um… go out with me?"
She raised her eyebrow at him. "I'm sorry, I don't believe that was a question."
He smirked. "It's not. I'm telling you, Bella" – he leaned down so his face was inches away from hers, his breath permeating her face. I growled lowly, glaring at his disgusting form. What right did the boy have to do such a thing? You could not make someone accompany you on a date. If you asked and they said yes, it was a privilege to have dinner with a fine lady such as my dear Bella. "Go. Out. With. Me."
That should get her going, he thought smugly. Chicks dig that shit.
Bella, however, did not. She looked him square in the eye, her eyes narrowing into slits. "No."
Michael blinked. He was not expecting her to say no, and most definitely not in the way she had – angry, furious even.
But, the imbecile gave it one last try with a smug, smug thought. She's just playing hard to get.
And so, with that, he lifted his hand from his thigh and tucked a long tendril of Bella's chocolate hair behind her ear. She shuddered, and for a moment, I was worried that she would be sick she looked so green.
"Baby, you don't have to hide it," Mike whispered in a tone he thought was 'seductive'. "I know you want me… so come on… let's do this. Go out with me, Isabella."
Bella was absolutely furious. She glared up at him for a moment before she simply said…
"I said no, Mike," Bella said and this one time, she was neither nice nor calm. Her voice was like that of a powerful, powerful goddess and I revelled in the beauty of her anger. Her face was flushed red, her eyes brimming with angry tears and I knew that if I knew her any less, I – and my monster – would have panicked at the sight.
Alas, I knew every little detail of my love's reactions – something that I had studied the past few weeks here in her presence – and so I knew that she was angry. If her face was flushed and she sounded angry when she spoke, the tears she produced were of that nature; unreservedly angry.
Her next small, curt sentence brought me out of my thoughts. "Just leave me the fuck alone."
I gasped almost silently, the sound of those dirty curses coming from her sweet lips doing something to my body. As Mike huffed and walked away – or rather, stalked – I smiled a small, satisfied smile to myself at the fact that my darling did not want or need the attention that Mike offered. In fact, it seemed that she felt the opposite; the attention seemed to bother her to no end and I nearly chuckled when I heard Mike's thoughts, but a part of me was also sad.
Bet it's freakin' Cullen, he thought and whilst a part of me was smug – for various reasons – another was sad. I looked out the window and sighed as I watched the rain.
If only I knew, Michael, I thought to myself. For if I did, I would prove you right… or wrong.
Suddenly, though I knew one answer to this complication, I felt swamped with the need – frantic and unnerving as it was – to discover the answer to that sole question.
Did Isabella want me?
And it was a pity, for I simply could not answer. In that moment – unlike anything I ever felt – the silence of her mind was more a curse than a gift.
I vowed that one day, somehow… I would break through and receive the answers that my very existence depended on.
I need some suggestions for what you want as outtakes next... and please don't say the lemon. That'll come when I can finally get it out of this Edward... he's a little shy. :)
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