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Chapter 10

"A Day with Jeremy"

Bella POV

I could feel Edward's death stare burning a hole in my head, as we rolled out of the parking lot. I tried to ignore it, but it was hard. When I was out of his line of vision I turned to Jeremy.

"So, where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Where do you want to go?" he retorted. He drove much slower then Edward, which was nice, because it didn't remind me of him.

I though for a minute about where I wanted to go, and the answered, "How about we just drive and see where we go."

"Hmm, adventurous today are we," he mused. I then remembered what I did at lunch and hit my head.

"What?" Jeremy asked amused.

"I'm not always like that," I said.

"Like what?" he asked. I looked at him incredulously.

"Sitting on guys and making out with them in front of the whole senior class," I yelled. To my surprise he started laughing this musical laughter.

"That was a good one, Edward almost demolished the whole cafeteria," he laughed. I scoffed and answered, "He was probably to busy with Shana to notice me."

"He doesn't love her, you know. The way he looks at you, is like indescribable," he trailed off, as if he was remembering something.

"Try," I pressed. He gave me a small smile before he pulled onto the freeway.

"He looks at you as if you're a valuable piece of art, which should be collected and admired, always taken care of, so it's in perfect condition."

"What does that make Shana?"

"The crappy macaroni art, you give your parents that they pretend to like, but really hate with a passion," he laughed. After I was done laughing I spoke, "If that's true why did he do stuff with her, he never did with me."

"Shana's personality is very, I don't know, addicting," I raised an eye brow at him.

"She can make any person love her, just from being around her. First impression is she's kind and sweet, not evil and manipulative." I mulled that over, when we neared the Port Angels exit.

"Turn there," I pointed to the sign. He started to switch lanes, "Did you ever think that maybe, he just used her to get something he wants. Like rich guys, who use the cheap hooker off the street, but go back to their wives for real love."

I laid my head back and screamed, good thing we were the only people on the rode.

"THEN WHY DIDN'T HE JUST CHANGE ME! WHY COULDN'T HE WAIT?" Tear sprung to my eyes. Jeremy saw this and took one hand off the wheel and wiped away my tears.

"Don't cry Bella. I don't know why he did what he did. It just happens, everyone does something they regret."

"That's just it, though I didn't know Edward could ever hurt me this bad, he just always seemed so . . . . . . ," I scrambled for the right word.

"Perfect," Jeremy guessed. I mumbled a yeah and rested my head against his shoulder. I wonder why I felt so comfortable with him, maybe, because he's filling the position of someone else.

We just turned onto this street that had tons of stores. We sat in silence as I saw a large sign that said 'TATTOO PARLOR'.

"Let's go their," I yelled. He turned into the parking lot, of the tiny tattoo place, and stopped the car.

"You want to get a tattoo?" he asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it would be perfect. Plus I'm 18, so I don't need permission. Let's go." I stepped out of the car, and ran over to him. He grabbed my hand and we walked up to the place.

He opened the door for me and we walked in.

"Hello," Jeremy yelled. A tall gothic guy cam out of the back room, he had a dumbbell in his ear, a piercing on his eyebrow, also he had earrings up and down his ear.

"Hey, How you guys doing?" he greeted and asked.

"We're good, I'm just thinking about getting a tattoo," I asked.

"Okay, well, for a small one, it's about 15.00 to 20.00 and a larger one is 21.00 to 32.00," he explained. I glanced up at Jeremy, and he looked really tense.

"Take a look around and call, when you've found something you like," he disappeared in the back room again. I turned to a very angry looking Jeremy.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He met his cold dark eyes with mine.

"I didn't know you were serious about this, Bella. The Cullens would kill me, if I let you go through with this."

I slapped his arm, even though I knew it wouldn't hurt.

"The Cullens don't own me. I'm 18, and I can make my own decision, but if you hate it that much, you can leave." I turned away from him. He grabbed my shoulder and gently turned me to face him.

"Please don't turn your back on me, please. I can't have that happen again," he pleaded.

"What are-," I was cut off by the tattoo artist coming back in.

"Have you chosen yet?" he asked.

"No, not yet, a couple more minutes," I called. He left again and I turned toward Jeremy. I gave him a look that said 'explain now'. He just rubbed my arm and started walking toward the tattoo books.

"I guess I can't tell you what to do so, which design you want?" he asked. I walked over to him "What does the symbol on your shirt mean?"

He instantly tensed.

"How bad can it be?" I asked.

"It means a lot of things, but mostly it means living life to the fullest, and never wasting a moment of existence," he explained. I had a feeling, it meant more, but that was all I needed to hear.

I walked up to the counter and called the guy.

I turned toward Jeremy's shirt, "can you make that design on the back of my right shoulder?"

The guys scoped it out and seemed to be sketching in his head. He then took out a piece of paper and did a rough sketch of it.

"Okay, that would be about 17.00, because it's a new design to me, anything else?"

"Yeah," I ran behind me and got one of the tattoo books I actually looked at, "I want this design on my lower back."

The guy laughed, "Nice choice, the total is 32.00. You can pay afterward." He led me in the back and sat me down on the tattoo table.

Jeremy grabbed my hand and stayed with me the whole time. It hurt so badly, but the designs were really cute. He said I had to put this ointment on it twice a day for two weeks, and I had to keep a bandage on it for 24 hours.

When I was going to pay the guy told me Jeremy already did. I turned to him.

"Why did you pay?"

"Since I let you go through this I might as well, help some. I'm already going to be crucified, by the Cullens," he muttered. I laughed at him.

"Oh, I never got to see what your second one looked like."

I pulled up the white bandage, and he bent down to look at what I chose. He started laughing, "That is very cute."

The tattoo was a semi-circle with two fangs coming from it, and small black letters that spelled 'BITE ME' over it.

We laughed all the way to the car. It was only 2:00, so I had to think of somewhere else we could go.

A.N I'll let you use your imagination for what the symbol looks like!