Alright people, I'm SO sorry for taking FOREVER, and if you're reading my other story, Foundations, then I BEG you to please be patient. I had exams this week, and I've been trying. Please understand that. Alright, well this chapter is alright I guess...the beginning may be a bit rushed but eh. I like it, so I hope you will enjoy it too. I just tried to get it done and still enjoy myself, so give me some credit. lmao. Anywho, thank you for reading, and please enjoy and review. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.
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E.P.O.V
I am a clever son of a bitch. I know that. I need to be clever in order to solve cases, I need to be clever in order to outrun Alice, and I need to be clever period.
But for the life of me, I can't come up with one single idea to get back at Bella. Maybe I just don't want to get back at her, maybe I just want to leave it at truce, but with Emmett on my back, always loving a good joke, and Alice calling me every five minutes, I get more and more convinced that I should get back at her.
So I finally decided I would. I searched around the house, looking through her things to find something that I could use against her, but she was clean as a whistle, and the only practical pranks had already been pulled. I needed to get personal.
"Edward, you need to find something that you can actually use against her. Something that will bubble her up, and cause her as much trouble as she started for you." Emmett had said.
I had decided he was right, so at night, as she showered, I searched through her phone--at least that was the plan. She had it on lock, and I couldn't risk asking for the password without raising suspicions, because as much as I hated to admit it….Bella was just too clever for her own damn good.
Then one night, after searching again, I found something very interesting. She had a journal. It was old, I could tell by the leather binding that was just ready to fall apart. The straps were gold, and as I undid them, I began to grow nervous, wondering at what time she would get home.
In the journal there were all types of things. It wasn't a diary, but more as a….story keeper if you will.
There were pictures, beautiful pictures of all kinds. There was one picture of a dock, but it was from far away, the distance showing how narrow the dock was exactly, the sky blue, and all the way at the end of the dock, a small girl stood with a balloon in one hand, her father's hand in the other.
Then there was one of that Angela girl, she was laughing, the background bright as the sun hit her, causing the ends of her hair to be glowing, along with her skin. Her eyes were closed, and she seems to be in some sort grass land, where the grass reached her waist, maybe even higher.
In the same place, there was another picture, this time Angie and Bella. The sun hit them both, Bella's arms extended, as she held the camera, and Angela's cheek pressed to hers, the both girls looking at the camera with smiles, and glowing skin. Bella's smile, plump lips, and shining eyes were so damn beautiful.
Through her eyes I could see all her emotions, from happiness to adoration, and in there sadness. At the same time, I could see the reflection of the camera, and the blue sky, and green grass right in her eyes. It was gorgeous.
I had shaken my head, and put it away. There was another picture of a meadow, the lights shining the right place, the trees….the flowers. It looked like something off a book. It then hit me it was Bella who had taken these pictures, and I honestly couldn't believe it.
She had told me she liked photography once….
I kept looking through the journal, writing appearing on the pages. I settled on one page that held a photograph as well. I didn't see the picture until after I had finished reading the page, and cross outs of Bella's hand writing.
I honestly though Jacob and I held a chance. I mean, I thought he loved me-
I should have known better. He was never satisfied-
I should listen to Rosalie, and cut a hole in all his boxers-
I need to get over him-
But I worked so hard on his party-
He's an asshole, and I hope he chokes on his damn tobacco that I hate so much-
I'm going to trash his house-
I hate him, but I miss him.
I felt bad as I read the notes. She had crossed out every single one until she finally settled on the right words. I sighed, feeling guilty for the poor woman. She tried so hard not to show her true feelings. I flipped the picture over, and all the guiltiness slipped away, being replaced with uncontrollable anger.
In the picture, was Bella, she had one arm extended holding the camera, and the other wrapped around Jacob's neck. She seemed to be sitting on his lap. Her lips were glued to his, and her hair was flowing in the air, the colors fresh. It was in the beach. She was wearing a white tank top, her hair in wild, loose curls, and her cheeks red, her eyelashes causing shadows on her cheeks. He was smiling, his fingers tenderly caressing her locks of hair.
Jacob was tan, he had cropped black hair, a bit tangled in that way that girls call "hot". Ew. He had a muscular face, and I could see through his fingers, and arm, that he was pretty lanky. That's as much as I could say about the bastard.
They looked in love, and I didn't like it. I didn't like it because he lied and dumped her. I just didn't like it at all. But as I looked more closely, there was something off with Bella's face. Something…not happy. Either way, I shook my head at put the picture back.
When it hit me.
What if I were to call Jacob? What if Jacob appeared at the family lunch on Saturday? I ran to the bathroom, grabbed Bella's ring, the one I had put under the cup. I can't believe it's still there. My eyes had fogged over thinking about the fun we had that day, but I shook my head and focused on the plan at hand. I had to find Jacob Black.
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It wasn't hard to find the bastard. When I was younger my mother had me in clubs for society boys. I was in a private school, and the club she had me in, the one when I had to escort preppy bitches to debutants, just so happened to be the one where Jacob Black's name was registered. I quit of course, unlike Jacob. I had wanted out as soon as I hit seventeen.
After my parents let me out of there wing, to make my own money, I decided to give up completely on it. Jacob Black on the other hand, was a social member, and just so happened to be staying at the head quarters for a few tobaccos.
I felt like a stalker, and it was pitiful how much effort I was putting into getting back at Bella. I had never really worked this hard, only she could push me to it.
Sneaking in was simple. I knew people.
It surprised me though, how Jacob didn't marry a debutant, instead he stayed with Bella. Until he dumped her that is.
I walked through the different lounges, trying to find the guy. The bars were full of men in fancy suits, expensive smelling after shaves, and watches that cost more than a house, yet they couldn't care less, even if they didn't use the damn thing for any sort of time. The big, exclusive names of drinks that taste like shit were being called out, and the men in the corner were smoking what they considered "formal cigarettes" over the label.
I had been practically raised against this, yet at the same time, I grew up around it. My parents never liked this, they never liked the clubs, but my mother didn't appreciate the shit people talked. It was only a matter of time until we moved to the small town of Forks. I was surprised I had never seen Bella there, but she had informed me that after her father's death, she moved back to Phoenix. By that time she was a junior, and I hadn't moved to Forks until after graduation. And even then it was only a matter of time until the firm was too much to handle and we had to move back.
Either way, I didn't miss this. I hated it as a matter of fact. Emmett was a joker, acting as if he was actually enjoying himself, throwing jokes, ladies in his arms, as the oblivious bastards laughed, not realizing the joke was on them. Emmett made fun of them to their faces, yet they never actually knew it. They just hung with him for his money, girls, and overall success as an official high society prep boy. This amused Emmett. Me on the other hand, I hated every second of it, and the only friend I actually made was Jasper, and he got out of the club after his first month.
He was too mellow, and with his mother as a hippie rather than a high society, stuck up bitch, he wouldn't last. Of course the comments never made it to his face, and he really could have cared less, but women…women were catty, and the fact that the handsome Jasper Whitlock turned down every debutant those perky-breast women threw at him, made them angry, taking it out on his mother for not wearing anything that had any sort to do with Chanel and Coach. Jasper was considered a rebel, making him "cool" or "in".
He didn't want any of it though, and the only reason he stook around was because of a) his dad, b) he wanted in on the Cullen Law Firm, and c) Mary Alice Cullen, otherwise known as my sister. He was admired for that fact. For the fact that he was strong enough to endure a place that he wanted to burn in the pits of hell, and for wearing clothes he bought in the local stores rather than New York. It was that reason that I hung out with him, and that reason that I didn't break his face when I walked in on him and my sister, topless on the couch in her bedroom one day.
But Jacob Black seemed to be different. He seemed to be one of them. One of the bastards, but from the talk I was currently hearing, he was a smart son of a bitch. I'd see that for myself. I let the voices point me to where Jacob was. The more they talked about him, the more I knew I was farther away. The least they talked, the closer I was. That was a thing with these guys. They were all about talking shit behind the back. And I was right, for I could see the profile of the what I believed to be Jacob right now.
"Jacob Black?" I asked. The man sitting on the couch, turned his head one fraction to the left to glance at me, before going back to his tobacco. Bastard.
"Yeah." He said, disinterested. I got closer, to face him. He looked muscular, and seemed tall. Up close, he was way more different. Of course Bella would go for the dark, tall and handsome crap.
"Hi, I'm Edward Cullen." I said, not bothering to reach my hand out. He glanced at me once more, before putting his hand out, instead. Good, he knew I wasn't up for his dumb shit. He knew I was here for a reason and wouldn't bother with manners, or whatnot. He respected that.
"Jacob Black." He said. No shit you dumbfuck. I stared at him like he was an idiot.
"Yeah, I knew that already." I said. He shrugged.
"What brings you by?" He asked. I hadn't really thought of this part of the plan too well. I was just planning on telling him that Bella was doing fine, trying to feed his fire, and then throw the ring at him, maybe landing it in his eye.
"Well, I just came to tell you about Bella." I said. He froze and stared at me, before fixing his composure.
"I'm not giving her any money." He said. I snorted. Please.
"She doesn't want any money." I said, a bit too harsh. Bella would be fine at the end of the trial, and for the meanwhile, I could support her. He stared at me, interest in his eyes.
"Then what does she want?" he asked.
"Absolutely nothing." I knew his type. Bella complimented him. He wanted to know that she was begging for him. Psh. Yeah right. "She's actually great. I mean she's been doing amazing, in the gallery, with her friends. She's even more into photography. She's wonderful." I said. Jacob looked down, a frown on his lips.
"Oh." He said. "Has she said anything about me?" he asked a bit hesitantly. I thought for a moment. What exactly would be the right answer? I knew he was looking for compliments, but what if I played the guilt card? Or should I get to the point? I chose guilt.
"When you broke up with her….she said she felt she was never enough…you know? I mean, she's a great woman, very strong, but she was hurt." I said, immediately regretting it, once a grin appeared on his lips. Fuck. I should have gone to the point.
"She really misses me then, huh?" He asked. I snorted for affect.
"No, not really. She just missed you, she felt she wasn't enough for you, but now….she's doing great. Really happy, I mean doing things I can't believe she can do if you know what I mean." I said suggestively. His jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed. Maybe I shouldn't have implied that Bella and I were together, even if we really weren't, but either way, his reaction was worth it.
"Oh."
"Yeah, so listen, I just came to give you this." I said, taking the ring from my pocket. "It must have cost you, what? A thousand dollars…either way she wanted to give it away to a pawn shop, but I convinced her not to." I said. He frowned taking it in his palm.
"It was six thousand actually." He said.
"Oh…well, sorry." I shrugged, not at all sorry. He sighed, stuffing it in his pocket. "I thought I'd bring it over since she's not going to need it." I added. He tightened his jaw, twirling the tobacco with his fingertips.
"Is she…I mean….have you heard anything else?" he asked. I had him in the trap. He's starting to think about her, soon he'd want her again, his ego and pride being too much. He wouldn't want Bella, one of the best girlfriend's he had, to be better off without him.
"Yep. She's actually going to hang out in the park down by the Rapid's. Something we're doing with my family." I said, getting up. "You know, she's really happy. Thanks for dumping her." I said the last sentence with a bit too much venom. "I got to know the real her because of that."
As I turned my back to him, I couldn't help but smirk. I got Bella and him at the same time. Now he will be a problem in Bella's life, just like she made my family a problem in my life. But as I thought of it, was it too much to tell him Bella's thoughts? Was it too much to make her seem weak for even the slightest second? Surely she would never want him to hear that she felt she wasn't good enough, but does that mean I crossed the line?
It didn't matter. It was done, and I was walking out the door before Jacob Black could even think of asking me another question.
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"You don't have to grope me Edward, just hold my fucking hand, is that too much for you?" Bella asked, taking a step away from me. I smirked.
"You're the one who got me to do this remember, honey?" I asked. She rolled her eyes.
"No, I just brought your family into it. You could have easily avoided this lunch." She said.
"Wrong. My family is very tight Bella, I would have had to come even if I was dying of a disease. If you didn't come they would have asked questions…and thanks to you we can't afford those questions now can we?" I asked in a mock voice. She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Whatever….can you stop sliding your hand towards my ass?" She hissed. I grinned, wrapping my fingers around her own.
"Sorry…those jeans are just so tempting." I said in a sarcastic voice. In all reality they kind of were. They hugged her curves, the color complimented her skin, and the plain white tank top did nothing to make her less tempting. She was so wearing push up today.
"Stop looking at me like that." She muttered.
"Stop wearing push up bras." I retorted.
"Stop getting hard." She snapped back.
"Stop looking at my balls." I answered right back. She huffed and dug her finger nails into my palm. "Honey, I know you like to be rough, but not right now." I said through tight lips as we reached my family. She put on a smile as we approached my mother.
"Bella, how are you?" Esme asked, wrapping her arms around Bella. Bella hugged her back, and I could see her relax, finding comfort in Esme's motherly gesture. I smiled at my mom as she hugged me tightly after releasing Bella.
"Well I'm glad you guys made it just on time, everyone is here." Esme said with a smile. I nodded, noticing my brother in the background balancing a football in his hand, as Jasper was set to catch it.
"Eddie! Bella!" Emmett called. We walked over to them, Bella grabbing my hand. When I gave her a questioning glance, she just pointed to Esme behind us. I nodded in understanding as we made it over to them. Jasper and Emmett ran towards us, a goofy grin on Jasper's face along with Emmett who making no effort in hiding the fact that he was staring at her boobs.
"Hey, hey! Eyes up here." Bella snapped at him. He laughed, and walked over to give her a hug. She was shocked, but hugged him back nonetheless.
"Hey Bella….." Jasper said in a stupid voice with a stupid grin on his face. He looked like a child staring at an older woman with her nipples sticking out, mesmerized by the damn big brown eyes that belonged to Bella. I knew the feeling. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying not to stare too much. I glared at him, and mouthed the word, "Alice" which seemed to get him back to normal.
"Hi…Jasper right?" Bella asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Umm….yeah." He stuttered. Wait till my sister gets a hold of him. I knew he didn't like Bella in any sort of way, but I mean, even my father for god's sakes was staring at her boobs and legs the other day. Who the hell wouldn't?
"Well, what are you guys doing?" she asked. Emmett grinned mischievously.
"Playing football…it's sticky, and sweaty, and dirty…want to play?" He asked. Bella rolled her eyes.
"Good to know who the pervert in the family is." She said. Jasper started laughing, as Emmett frowned. He suddenly grinned again.
"Where's Rosalie?" He asked. Bella shrugged.
"At home? Why?" She asked.
"She didn't tell you?" Emmett asked.
"Tell me what?"
"That I invited her."
"Rose is coming?! Oh thank god! I won't be alone!" Bella said in relief. Um, I hope she knew we had to be together today, especially with the family.
"Hold on a second, you do know you and I have to act like a couple right?" I asked. Bella rolled her eyes.
"Yes, but with Rosalie here it would be much easier." She said.
"Not so fast. Rosalie will be with me…her date for the evening." Emmett said. Bella raised her eyebrow at him.
"And she allowed that?" She asked. Emmett nodded.
"Yep. So sorry." He said, not at all sorry. Bella sighed frustrated.
"Great." She muttered under her breath. Well fine. I didn't want to hang with her anyway….
"Uncle Edward!" I turned to the voice, grinning as I stared at Anthony running towards me. The kid wasn't actually my nephew, but he was my cousin's son, so that was close enough. How I loved this little kid.
"Hey!" I said, catching him in my arms. The one weak spot I had: kids.
"I got your nose!" he said, putting a grip on my nose. "I laughed, rolling my eyes.
"You sure do." I said. "But I got a secret power…" I said. His eyes widened.
"No!"
"Oh yes! I'm going to….tickle you!" I said, suddenly ticking the seven year old. He laughed, trying to get out of my grip.
Maybe this day wouldn't be that bad.
B.P.O.V
I watched as the little blue eyed boy laughed at Edward's attacks. It was one of the first times I actually saw a glimpse of a different Edward, an Edward that wasn't an arrogant, rude, and ignorant, smart ass son of a bitch.
He had a smile on his face, a kind one, not the usual know-it-all smirk. His eyes were glistening with humor, childish humor unlike the mocking humor I usually saw. Another thing was the way he picked up the kid, so carefully, and tenderly. I couldn't help but cock my head to the side and watch him in admiration.
"Is he always like that?" I asked Jasper beside me. Jasper laughed.
"He likes kids." Jasper said. I turned to look at him as he went into further explanation. "That Maggie's son, Anthony. Maggie is Edward's cousin, and sometimes Edward would have to watch over him during the parties." Jasper said. "Well, Bella, today it seems it's your turn to help Edward out." He boomed, clapping my back. I rolled my eyes, not at all bothered.
I couldn't say I loved kids, for I was an only child and the closest I'd come to babysitting was Mrs. Carson's Chihuahua down the street. But Anthony looked like a fun kid.
Edward stopped poking around his stomach, and turned to me, the smile still visible in his face.
"Alright Anthony, this is Bella, Bella meet Anthony." Edward said, holding his hand. Anthony looked me up and down before turning to Edward.
"She's really pretty!" He whispered loud enough for us all to hear. I blushed, looking down at my shoes.
It was nice to receive a compliment from the kid, and he was certainly adorable. Edward chuckled, bending down to his knees and kneeling next to Anthony.
He whispered something in his ear, something I couldn't hear. I could see Anthony's eyes widened, and an angry pout forming on his lips.
"Why are you being mean to my Uncle Edward?" He demanded. I gaped at him. Wait, what? Rewind! Me? Being mean to Edward? Ok, listen here little man, I am not-
"Yeah Bella why are you being mean to me?" Edward asked, interrupting my thoughts. I glared at him, before bending down at eye level to Anthony.
"Sweetie, I'm not being mean to your uncle, he's just a big goof ball." I explained. He laughed.
"I know." He said. I smiled ruffling his hair, obviously forgiven for the crime I'd never fulfilled.
"So Bella, are you going to come hang with me and Anthony or are you too cool for that?" Edward teased. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I think I'll join the fun." I said.
He grinned, before turning to wave at Emmett and Jasper.
"Alright then, all aboard the fun express!" He exclaimed.
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E.P.O.V
I could see her staring at me from the corner of my eye, and amused smile on her lips.
"The 'Fun Express'?" She asked. I pointed my finger at her.
"Don't mess with the express Bella. It's serious." I warned. She threw her head back and laughed, as we walked towards the lake. I could see Anthony slip his hand into hers, making her smile down at him. At least she's not some big kid hater, who is disgusted by the little munchkins.
"Alright so what first?" She asked. I glanced at Anthony. Usually he said what he wanted to do, and I would just follow around.
"The balloons!" He said, pulling Bella towards some freaky clown holding animal balloons. I chuckled running right after them.
"Alright young man, which one would you like?" he asked. Oh god, he looked like a potential pedophile. He glanced at Bella, giving her a wink, making her shudder.
Damn clown.
"Um…..I want….the…..the…..um….the…." Anthony shifted, looking through all the different colors of possible balloons. To be honest, I understood the confusion and the want for all kinds of animals, but the clown looked about ready to smack him if he didn't choose soon.
"Make your mind up kid." The clown muttered. I glared at him, placing my hands on Anthony's shoulders.
"Alright, how about the dog?" I asked, pointing to a blue thing that wasn't even remotely close to a dog. It looked more like a discombobulated dildo.
"That's actually an elephant." The clown corrected. Oops. Oh well. Bella giggled next to me, bending down next to Anthony.
"Alright kiddo' how about we just take the dog?" She asked, smiling at him. He grinned back.
"Ok." He said. Bella smiled at the clown, and pointed to the dog/elephant, to which the guy just said, "How about a free balloon for your number?" to which Bella just said, "I'm gay." To which Anthony asked, "What's gay?"
All resulting in an explosive of laughs from me and Bella, as we ran with Anthony in tow to some benches seated in front of the lake.
Bella calmed down a bit, her chest still heaving up and down, and her breathing coming in and out in gasps as she tried to control herself. I just chuckled.
"That's not that funny." She said.
"Yes it is, because you're laughing." I said still chuckling.
"Shut up." She laughed. I leaned back and sighed, staring at all the passing bodies, Anthony sitting between us, and still confused.
"I want to go to the pony rides." He said suddenly. I looked at him with a face.
"Are you sure you won't run away this time?" I asked. He nodded, sticking his pinky out and hooking it to mine.
"I promise." He said. I sighed.
"Alright let's go." After the last pony bit him, he never gets on. Bella looked confused as she stood.
"What happened last time?" she asked.
"Long story."
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The day had thankfully been blissful. Bella had played with Anthony, taking him on the pony ride, nearly getting kicked by the pony himself. She bought him ice cream, insisting that I put my money away, she had also played with him in the playground even though she was terrified of the wooden bridge that was five feet off the ground, and too weak to support her weight, yet she went on it with him.
She also helped him throw seeds to the ducks, and then we all sat down on the grass, and pointed out different clouds. I was really growing more fond to her by the minute, and every once and a while I would catch her staring at me, or she'd catch me, her cheeks would turn red, and she'd look away. We even held hands as we walked around the park, the point being to look like a couple. At least, that was my excuse.
Finally after an hour of just us and some fun conversations, we headed back to the family. Just in time Alice had been trying to work a camera that Jasper bought for her. Bella recognized it immediately.
"Is that the EOS 5D Mark II?" She had asked. Alice looked at her like she was crazy.
"Umm…I don't speak camera…" Alice laughed. Bella blushed shaking her head.
"Sorry, I just…I mean…where did you get that?" She asked. Alice looked her up and down.
"You've seen this before?" She asked. Bella nodded enthusiastically.
"I wanted one back then, but I never got it…too expensive." She shrugged. Alice smiled.
"Oh well, Jasper gave it to me, though I have no idea where the on button even is." Alice laughed. Bella chuckled, reaching over to her.
"Here." She said, helping her.
"Oh! Thanks." Alice beamed.
"You're welcome." Bella replied, eyeing the camera with longing. An idea had occurred to me then.
"Hey Alice, why don't you let Bella borrow the camera for the day?" I asked. Alice shrugged, while Bella shook her head.
"No, no, I couldn't, I-"
"It's no big deal, in fact I think it's a wonderful idea." Alice grinned. "Here, have fun." And with that, she had turned away, giving Bella a sort of power I hadn't realized she had.
We took at least three hundred photos of pure nothing. They were ridiculous. She would just take a picture of a tree branch, or of me when I wasn't even looking. She took millions of pictures of just my family, and when they weren't paying attention. When I had asked her why she had said, "Pictures are supposed to catch moments. What's the point in taking a picture of someone is told to be smiling? What story does that tell? If the person was actually angry, or in the middle of a game with hard concentration, what would be the point in telling them to smile? Then it'd be a lie, rather than just the 'moment'. Haven't you ever heard of Kodak Moments?" Bella asked. I had rolled my eyes.
"That's a Canon." I contradicted, pointing to the camera.
"It's a figure of speech Edward, and besides, people come out better when they're caught off guard. You capture the real essence." She said. I had just shaken my head, and let her be.
That's how we found ourselves strolling along the park, shoulders bumping and brushing every once in a while.
"So, look…if you really love photography, why don't you just go for it instead?" I finally asked.
I had been dying to know especially when I found the pictures in her journal, and fortunately I had time to ask her. I had seen the way her eyes sparkled when she held the camera, and the way she would smile at the most stupid thing and snap a shot. So why didn't she go for it if she was passionate?
The answer came to mind quickly. "The same reason you haven't quit the firm to do your 'passionate' thing called art." I thought to myself.
She shrugged, her fingers pressing buttons on the camera.
"You know why." She said.
Yes, I do.
"Yes, to pay bills and all that boring stuff, but you could make tons with your photography." I said, nudging her shoulder with mine. She giggled.
"I need a starting foundation, which I can't afford at the moment. That's why I need that money from Vegas remember?" She said, tapping my temple. I laughed, brushing her hand away. "Besides, 'Mister Arts and Crafts', if I don't recall too well, you yourself have yet to give in your late notice papers, and switch the briefcase for a paintbrush."
Damn she was quick.
I pursed my lips, looking forward as we continued our walk. I didn't exactly know how to answer that.
"Well, if I quit, money I invested to help my father will be lost, and all of my shit is paid with that money. I'd have to have a real, good, reliable foundation, to make art. It'd be tough to sell, and with the time that will pass I'd become poor, a hobo without any money to pay his own bills, let alone a bag of chips." I said, bringing my hand to my heart. She laughed, throwing her head back. After a moment she finally looked up at me.
"Alright, alright, you got me there, but if that were to happen—which I highly doubt, considering your art is amazing, and you can charm your way into anything, -- you could always go to your mom and dad." She said, stopping to face me.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"My father will never let me back into his life for doing a foolish thing such as throwing away a promising career for something as gay as finger painting." I said with a serious face. Bella looked shocked for a moment, not comprehending that the sweet man she had met the other night was capable of doing such a thing. The corner of my mouth twitched and she cracked a smile.
"You're so full of shit." She grinned, continuing the walk. I followed along beside her. "But seriously, why not? They'd help right?" she asked.
"They would, but I wouldn't ask. Why make them pay for something that was my choice?" I shrugged. She stared at me for a moment, but I refused to look at her after admitting something so pansy. It was a while until I felt her gaze leave me.
"Alright, I'll give you that much." She said. I was grateful that she dropped it, but at the same time I was curious. Bella knew a lot about my family, that was for sure, but I knew nothing besides that her mother and father split, he died, and her mom's in Phoenix. Other than that, her mom could be a serial killer for all I knew.
"Bella, what's your mom like?" I asked. She stared at me a bit surprised, before shaking her head, fiddling with the large camera in her hands.
"Well…she's like me, I guess." She mumbled.
"Come on, you got to give me more than that." I said. She sighed in defeat.
"Well, my mother is…she's a child. Basically, and as harsh as it is that's the only way to put it." She laughed. "I mean, I've had to take care of her for so many years, and always having to lie to her about what was going on in my life, like when I made out for the first time and ended up without a top, and just the whole prospect of a sister/mother to me wasn't what I wanted. So when I moved up with Charlie it was a complete refreshing change. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I didn't like my mom, I love her, she's my best friend, but I needed someone who wasn't always trying to dig stuff up that wasn't there. I guess it helped that she was such a kid." She mumbled the last sentence to herself.
I didn't know which part to focus on. The part that her mother acted more like a gossiping best friend, or the part where she got some guy to touch her tits. You decide.
Either way, all I could do was open and close my mouth, until I finally just settled for laughing. Bella blushed, staring at me from the corner of her eye.
"What?" She asked. I shook my head, suddenly finding the urge to pee. I shouldn't have drank so much lemonade.
"I need to use the bathroom." I told her. She looked around.
"Um…where?" She asked. I pointed toward the bathroom buildings.
"Over there, you can just wait for me outside." I said, suddenly really needing to use it. She sighed, and followed after me as I made it on time.
"I'll be right back." I told her before running inside.
As I opened the stall, a thought suddenly occurred to me.
Where was Jacob?
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B.P.O.V
I leaned against the wall, waiting for Edward to come out, as I played with the buttons on the camera. Looking through the shots. I couldn't help but laugh at some of them. They really did come out great. I was going to do a whole scrap book on them.
I laughed as I stopped by one of Edward. He had been drinking lemonade, probably the cause for his sudden toilet necessity, and he hadn't been looking at me when he sneeze at the same time, making splashes of the lemonade everywhere. His face was hilarious but with just the right light, and the little lemonade crystals surrounding him, it looked like something that I could put in a frame.
Which I would.
"Oh god," I muttered to myself, still laughing at some more pictures of Alice bickering at Emmett, and Jasper.
As I continued through the pictures, I could hear the footsteps of the people walking past me, and near me, but I didn't bother looking up. That is until my name was called by someone whose voice made my skin crawl with new hatred.
"Bella?" Jacob Fucking Black.
J.P.O.V
The lady and her granddaughter kept throwing glanced at me, which they considered inconspicuous. It was quite cute. The granddaughter was no older than 20, and her lusty looks weren't at all missed by me. I smirked. I would have tapped that. But at the moment I was trying to look casual, yet at the same time, I was looking for the brunette whom I had dumped no longer than one month ago.
Isabella Marie Swan. Inspiring artist, working at a gallery, with some girl whose name I never bothered to remember. She liked to be taken soft and slow in bed, she liked me to gently hold her hand, and she loved to see me happy when she cooked. She wore strictly business clothing, she was smart, pretty, and her favorite color was yellow. Right? Those were the things she liked, weren't they? Either way she loved me, and I had a huge thing for her.
When I proposed to her it was because I was certain that I could be happy with her. That she'd be different somehow, but I just grew bored with her lifestyle. I mean art? Why would she want to be an artist? I've never even seen her paint. And those grey suits? I don't think she's ever worn anything that wasn't black, grey, or any shade pertaining to the two.
It was just so boring.
Of course, there were times when she was fun, and so sweet, and so damn hot, and just amazing. That's what kept me around. But then after I slept with some chick from a bar the day before my birthday, I realized I didn't want any of that. Jacob Black was kept in no leash from no one.
So I broke it off. Maybe in front of everyone when she was only trying to give me a party wasn't the best idea. That Rose friend of hers, the one with the great tits looked like she was ready to kill me…. Either way, I knew we'd part ways, and that I'd never hear from her. It didn't matter because it was over.
Of course what I didn't expect was when that Cullen guy came to me and practically threw the ring at my head. I had heard stuff about him. How him and Whitlock and his brother were legends to the club, how they quit. How he was successful with money, ladies, and life period. I had no competition with him of course, until he came by and talked to me about Bella. He had a thing with her. I could see that easily.
So that really got me to think. I have everything he has. Money, sex, girls, friends, the career. But he might just have Bella now. How could Bella just get over me so quickly? Did that mean she just wanted me to break it off with her before? Then he said that she had been hurt and she thought she was never good enough for me.
So if that's so, she did care about me. But am I so worthless to her that she could get over me in just a month and find some great new guy? Cullen had something I didn't. At least not yet. He had Bella.
That and I started to regret my decision of leaving her. I felt guilty about it, and in all honesty I didn't want her to just be able to get over me with a snap of her fingers. That wasn't fair shit at all.
So I took Cullen's directions and went off to see her. Surely he would be with her.
I took my eyes off of the granddaughter and continued my search.
Hot blonde…
Redhead with nice boobs….
Latin girl…ooh my favorite. They always have a good ass.
Hmm…not bad today.
Yum, a punk chick. She was looking at me with a look of pure disgust and anger, but deep within her black orbs I could see desire. I smirked. My favorite.
Then my eyes laid on a very good piece of fine ass.
Brown locks, wild and loose. Someone's hands have definitely been in those wild strands. Porcelain skin that made you just want to lick it right off, and a body to die for. I could make out the perfect breasts through the thin white tank top. She was most definitely wearing a push up. Her jeans hugged her waist just perfectly, her ass outlined amazingly, and her legs beautiful as the jeans stayed tight all the way down to her ankles. Very long legs, very tight skinny jeans. Skinny jeans equal youth, youth equals young girl, and young girl equals lots of fun. I licked my suddenly dry lips.
I finally looked up to see her profile. Perfect nose, cute as a button, pink cheeks, and eyelashes for miles casting shadows on her cheeks. Then she had those luscious lips that were so plump and pink. Talk about gorgeous. The gods surely heard my prayers.
She didn't look up though, she was looking through some camera. A very professional looking camera. Ah, so she's deep too. Perfect. Yes, I've been blessed today.
Before I could make another move, I saw her laugh, a familiar smile appearing on her face. The sound was strangely familiar too. A bit off key, and dorky, but still nice over all. Wait a minute…
"Oh god." She muttered to herself. I all but gasped.
"Bella?" Holy fucking shit bombs. No. No. No. No. No.
So that's why the bastard has a thing for her! No wonder he likes her! Since when did she get like this? Is this the result of being without me? She's actually better off without me?
I refused to believe it but it was just fact.
She looked up at me, her shoulders suddenly tense, and a glared plastered on her face along with panic. I shifted from foot to foot. What was I going to tell her again?
"Um…Hi." I said, awkwardly.
"What are you doing here?" She demanded. Well, hello to you too.
"Um…you know I was just over with some buddies of mine." Lie. I never even came to this part of town.
"Really?" She asked, disbelieving, holding camera tightly in one hand as she crossed her arms over her chest. This would be difficult.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, pretending I had no clue.
"I'm here with my fi-I mean my boyfriend." She stuttered. She was going to say something else. But I ignored that due to the fact that my fists were clenching at the word "boyfriend".
"Boyfriend?" I asked, angry and shocked. She jutted her chin out stubbornly, another thing I remembered about Bella.
"Yes." She said.
"Well that was quick." I said. She snorted.
"Whatever, anything else you want to say?" She asked. I knew I had about three seconds to say something that was non-stupid. But before I could open my mouth, he stepped out towards her.
"Hey sorry-" he stopped short when he saw me. "Who are you?" he asked, a bit curious. He was good. He probably knew I was coming. Now I could choose to either get him in trouble by saying we'd met before and that he told me to come, to which in fact he didn't and she was likely to believe him, and then I'd look like a stalker, or I could shut my mouth up and play along. I almost chose the first one when his arm wrapped around her shoulder, as she subconsciously, and almost instinctively leaned on his side.
I glared at him before shrugging. "I'm Jacob Black, Bella's ex." I said. As I said it I couldn't help but think how much of an asshole I looked like. I was humiliating myself by falling into his fucking trap and coming. Clever son of a bitch.
"Alright, well we'll be going now." He said, with a final glare. Whatever happened today must have changed his mind completely about me, and he was just full on hating me now. Bella threw me one last glare herself, before wrapping her arm around his waist as they walked off.
I hated seeing them together, and I hated seeing her happy with someone that wasn't me.
I'll tell you one thing though…I won't give up.
Jacob Black just does not give up.
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