All My Love
Chapter 9
Ever since the incident with Seth at the campfire I haven't been able to get out of bed, except to go to the bathroom and eat. It's been five days and I still feel incredibly guilty enough not to go to school, but the worst part is that I can't get in touch with Jacob. Besides that, he has to be pissed, and it's all my fault. I kissed Seth. I came after him. I was stupid enough to let him ago. I, I , I.
'I' has to be the most selfish word out there. Which is why it totally fits me right now. I was with with this amazing guy and I totally blew it by kissing another cool guy. I am a moron, an imbecile, a freaking cretin. I'm sure Jake never wants to see my face like ever again, and that's why it is under these stupid sheets. Of course I have my one-of-a-crap-kind copy of Wuthering Heights. It's like my six-millionth time reading it, and it's getting kind of sickening. I love Shakespeare, don't get me wrong, but if you read something over and over again eventually your brain will turn to mush whenever anyone mentions it. The cycle sucks.
So does moping around, it literally is no fun and it's a huge chunk of time wasted, but once you've started you can't stop. If I'm going to apologize it'll have to be in a few days when he's blown off some steam. But what if he hasn't?
Omigod! What if he doesn't want to talk to me at all? What if he's already doing it with Leah to spite me? What if he told all his pack of friends what a bitch I am? What if he's planning a gang rape for me? Or a blanket beating? What the hell am I going to do?
Then, having a little light bulb flash over my head, I picked up the phone and dialed the number I memorized by heart. The phone rang a few times before going to the machine. The recorded voice flowed through my cell phone's receiver:
" "I'm sorry I couldn't get to the phone by now. You're obviously not worth my time or this crap phone died again. I'll call you back. Tootles!" "
I sighed and spoke into my flip phone, "Hey Lace, it's me. I'm having boy trouble, please come over whenever and help me out." Then I hung up.
Back to the bedsheets for me.
-x-
I was having a particularly pleasant dream about nothing when I heard someone yell, "What is that smell?" I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Lacey in my doorway sniffing the air and looking perplexed.
"Hey Lacey, nice to see you too. How's your mom?" I asked, ignoring her question.
She moved a little closer and said, "Oh my God! It's YOU!" Then she took a few steps back and continued, "Jesus. How long has it been since you've showered?"
I looked away and said sheepishly, "About a week."
"That's gross Belly. It smells like something up and died in here," she complained. "You are so taking a shower." I didn't respond, but instead buried myself into the covers. She mumbled something and grudgingly stomped over and ripped the comforter off of me.
"Ahhh! The light – it burns!" I cried, covering my face.
"Rise and shower, sleeping beauty!" Lacey chided as she went through my wardrobe.
"What are you doing?" I asked groggily, sitting up.
"Picking out an outfit, we're going to the mall," she said. Was I supposed to jump up and down with excitement? 'Cause I'm just not feeling it.
"Why?"
"We're going to scope out some hotties."
"But I don't want a hottie. I want Jacob!" I said grumpily.
"Here," she said ignoring my complaint and shoving a pile of clothes in my arms, "get up, shower, then put these on. We might see Jacob in Port Angeles. Now go!"
I got up and walked to the bathroom. Here goes nothing.
-x-
"What about him?" Lacey asked me for the tenth time since we have been in the Hollister store.
"Ugh. Too hairy and pale, next," I said after analyzing the guy. "Plus he has to be forty-something."
"So?"
"So? Is that even legal?" I asked, worried for my dearest friend's mental health.
"No, but wouldn't you sex Jacob if you had the chance?"
A blushed heavily. "I don't see how that's relav-"
"It's the same thing."
"Except he's twenty years older," I reasoned. Lacey shrugged and we moved over to the food court. I got in line for Panda Express. It took ages, but it was our turn and I ordered Teriyaki chicken and fried rice while Lacey got a salad from Subway. We payed than sat at an isolated table near a patch of tile that couples and groups of friends usually dance.
I stabbed a forkful of rise and popped it in my mouth. We were barely there a minute when Lacey said to me under her breath, "Uh oh! Ex alert. He's coming fast too."
"Which one?" I asked freaked out.
She didn't respond, but instead sat up straighter, smiled brightly, and said cheerily, "Hey, Edward."
Shit.
"Hey Lacey," his voice was coming from straight behind me. "Bella you look as white as a ghost."
"How flattering," I managed to say sarcastically and shoved a piece of chicken in my mouth.
"Why are you here?" Lacey asked semi-defensively as I put another forkful of rice in my mouth.
"To ask you to dance," Edward replied.
I sputterd, causing little bits of rice and chicken to fly towards Lacey. Edward pounded on my back, causing the muscles in my throat to tighten around the food. I grabbed my drink quickly and took a big gulp, washing the food down.
"Uhm...," Lacey said nervously looking from me to Edward.
"She'd be delighted," I answered quickly for her and gave her a look. She stood up shyly and took his outstretched hand. He led her out to the dance floor. So now I was alone munching on my chicken and some of Lacey's salad while she was flaunting for Edward Cullen. I guess worse things could be happening.
I wonder what Jake's doing... it probably couldn't be anymore than this. I mean I'm sitting here by myself while my friend is – Holy shit!
I swear my eyes were about to explode out of their sockets when I saw Lacey and Edward not dancing but making out. Yeah, they were going at it in front of at least two-hundred people. I don't know whether to start cheering or throw up. I mean, shouldn't I be happy because my friend got a respectful guy (I would know – do you know how hard it is to seduce a Cullen? Ugh.)? Right?
But somehow I can't help but feel a little jealous. Lacey gets a guy right on her lap while it took me weeks to get him to tongue. Seriously, he didn't kiss me until the second date and that is only because I kissed him. Am I truly that repulsive?
Apparently the heaven agrees because as I was gawking at my best friend and ex-boyfriend going all out, I just happened to spill all of my drink down the front of my white shirt.
I looked down, horrified, at my now see-through shirt. I gasped as the thin material clung to the polka-dotted bra and pale skin that made up of the splash zone.
I immediately grabbed my bags and Lacey's as well before scrambling over and dragging Lacey away from her kiss.
"Hey!" Lacey exclaimed.
"She'll call you!" I threw over my shoulder to Edward before dragging Lacey out to the parking lot.
"Ouch. Ouch. Ouch! You can let go now. Jeez," Lacey said, shifting her clothes as she did so. "I was enjoying myself."
"Oh yeah, so was I. I look as though I should enter a white T-shirt contest."
"If you had boobs," Lacey muttered with a smirk.
"Ow!" She exclaimed as I slapped her arm. "I was kidding... sort of."
I raised my hand to slap her again.
"Kidding! I was kidding," she said while unlocking the door to her vehicle. "People these days – can't take a joke!"
Lacey then got in and drove me off home where I changed then immediately dove under the covers.
-x-
A few hours the doorbell rang and I rolled over, not liking that my pleasant dream about my happy ending being interrupted. I groaned as Charlie called my name and I wrapped my comforter around my stained tank top and volleyball shorts before heading down the stairs.
I rounded the corner to the entrance of our home and nearly lost my jaw in the process. I could not believe my eyes.
"Jake?"
(A/N: So... Yeah, I'm a bad person. I haven't quite been inspired to write this too much, but I may work on it more now that my other Jacob/Bella story, I'm in Love with a Jerk, is coming to a close. But not as frequently because I'm working on my next little acquaintance story to go with it called I'm in Love with a Werewolf that'll be a Quil/Claire story. I've got the first eleven chapters of that written down and plan on doing more so don't bite my head off if I don't update this one regularly, but I plan on writing the next chapter tonight since I have no school :))
